For those of you that are fans of Stefan Salvatore, or like reading about him in general, this fic isn't really for you. This is set after Elena was put in the magical coma, but in this timeline she never went into it. And I sort of envision this happening in black and white, like the movie Young Frankentstein? Dark and on purpose.


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They've saved everyone again. The town was theirs, they were safe. Caroline smiled to herself as she walked on the sidewalk framing the park, hand in hand with Stefan. His head down as well, he was also smiling to himself, but she didn't know if it was for the same reason.

Two cloaks over their backs, the hoods up and covering their faces. Best not get what's in this cauldron all over our faces, eh? The cauldron bubbled and her friend walked over, sprinkling another ingredient into the black pot. The bubbling and spraying ceased.

Caroline looked over at her boyfriend, her smile still on her face, and raised her head.

"You know what I like most about winning?" She asked. Stefan stopped walking and stood before her on the sidewalk, a cyclist nearing hitting them without a word.

"What?" He asked in return.

"The nights after we won aren't spent by the light, researching how to fix what ever happened. It'll be spent doing something a lot more fun." Caroline laughed, grinning at him. Stefan leaned in and kissed her, and then they turned to continue walking.

She bent over the cauldron, careful to make sure nothing would pop out at her, and smiled. This would teach 'em. They haven't won yet.

"S e àm an deamhan dùisg ; agus air an anaman air an deamhan bheir!" She muttered over the hot flames, chanting the words. Her friends began bouncing on the heels of her feet, joining in the chant. They spun around the cauldron, chanting the words over and over. A single spark shot through the middle of the cauldron from the bottom of it, they stopped and turned.

He is coming.

They turned to eachother and began laughing hysterically, gripping eachother, and then exited their confines, discarding the cloaks inside.

Caroline and Stefan went back to Elena's house, gathering round for tacos that Damon had helped make. Matt and Bonnie sat across from them, and Bonnie assured Elena Enzo and Jeremy would be coming.

The women walked along the path, towards the house they'd been brought to once for a possible truce, their dress hems sweeping the concrete, making it clear they weren't from this time. When they were from, they dared not say. He had made sure of that.

As they came upon the house, they looked in the clear walls, left open to the world and the lights blazing through. The men and women within were laughing, surrounding wooden table and eating some kind of food they'd only seen once before in a truck-stop dine-in. But it mattered not. What mattered was the younger blonde man sitting by his blonde woman, was beginning to choke on his food. He pulled at his collar, making one laugh. He drank water and it didn't quell the cough, only made it worse. As he spit his food across the room, the other joined her laugh, and the man's friends crowded around him, his woman clutching him and trying to get him to do something, her lips were moving but they could not hear. Damned magic walls. The man passed out and the women ran away as his brother spun about, seeing them watching.

They were gone by the time Damon had come outside.


Damon led the mystic falls gang to Stefan, lying on the couch in their house, unconscious. Caroline circled him and took his brother's hand.

"Did we figure out what's wrong with him?" Caroline asked, her eyes going to everyone. Elena looked back at her best friend and shook her head.

"Bonnie's researching the magic she knows, but there's nothing." Caroline looked back at her boyfriend. "She thinks she might have to ask for help from an outside source."

"Bon-bon knows other witches?" Damon asked. Elena gave him a look and took his arm with both hands to comfort him. She put her head on his shoulder and Damon took her comfort.

Caroline continued to stare at Stefan and searched her memory.

"There was the time when Tyler was planning to encase Klaus in concrete…"

"And drop him in the deepest ocean," Damon finished with a serious face, now thinking what Caroline was. "I thought about that. What if...?"

"The witches we stopped, you think they could've put that monster into Stefan?" Elena asked worriedly.

"I've seen very little witches can't do. Whatever that thing was, no doubt they found a way to save it." Damon replied. Elena's phone rang and the gang listened in to Bonnie's information.

"My cousin that Katherine used a couple years ago, she had another grimoire she consulted and found out what that creature was we defeated. You're not gonna believe this," The witch began

"We're all blood-sucking vampires and half of the people in this room are older than the average human could ever be, I think we're well past that." Damon replied

"Okay, well brace yourself." Bonnie instructed. Damon gripped the back of the couch with Elena's arms still around him. "Stefan's been possessed by the devil."