IRONY

A/N: Season 4, Episode 14 - Vaughn attacked Damon. Stefan helped but Damon told him to go help Elena get the cure.

That guy is so dead...

Van? Von?

Whatever the little fucker's name was? It didn't matter. All I knew was that I would definitely get my revenge. Hopefully, I could do it with those little toys he carried in his duffel bag.

Ironic murders...they all have a certain je ne sais quoi.

As I envisioned the different methods I would make his nerves scream for mercy, I felt the wound begin to heal. This allowed me to push myself up slightly and the catch sight of barbie Original who was still laying there, unconscious from the hard hit she took.

Might as well.

With a tight groan, I pushed myself towards her and gan to take out - whatever the thing was.

It looked like a miniature stake grenade and despite how impressed i was, it wouldn't stop me from seeing his guts strewn all over his damn island.

Once I got them out, I fell back onto the rocky wall and took deep breaths, trying to fall back into the sweet daydreams. Maybe I could incorporate fire or maybe good old fashioned drowning...

Oh wait - damn Hunter's curse!

For now, the manifestations of my imagination would be enough...well for now.

Now where was-

Urrrggggghhhhhhnnnnnnn...

My head whipped around, alerted by the strange whispered moan. Frantically, I searched the dark caves and craned my head but found nothing. I then looked towards Rebekah but she was still unconscious.

Maybe I was just hearing th-

Uuuuurrrrrrrggggghhhhhnnnnn...

Well I certainly wasn't hearing things.

Without a moment's hesitation, I sat up and used the wall to push myself up. No way did I want to be vulnerable for another attack.

Now it sounded like more than one person as I heard several whispers filter through the cold air. They seemed to growing louder and coming from the opposite side to where the others had gone.

Bending down, I picked up one of the hunter's discarded stakes and

What can I say?

I live for danger...

Each step I took, added volume and desperation within the whispers so that was a good sign. It meant I was getting close to whatever the person was.

The sooner I found out what it was, the sooner we could leave this creepy island.

I was so deep in thought that I stupidly forgot to watch my step and almost fell down the large cracked hole before me. Once I had regained my balance, I peeked down and found a clearing but also noticed the whispering had stopped.

Taking a deep breath, I ignored my doubts and jumped down but stumbled slightly as my leg was still wounded, the healing was slower than usual.

Mmmmmfffffff...uuuuurrrrrggggggnnnnn...

...And they were back - great!

Doing a double take on both sides, I chose to keep going but chanced a regrettable glance towards the crumbling walls.

I needed to keep going...

There was a chance that the creepy noises were coming from Silas who was supposed to have the cure.

That cure - I was so sick of talking about it.

Hopefully once we find the thing, we can just go back to our usual miniature disasters.

As I continued down the cave, I noticed that the shadows were suddenly creeping up and the temperature had dropped distinctively. It was growing darker and the ground was even more unstable.

After a few more corners, I was down what felt like the hundredth turn but this time, my step landed in water.

Just great!

I scoffed at this and shook my leg, wanting to dry my damp jeans.

Urgh - what was the point? It wasn't l-

Whatever I had been thinking was cut off with the sight of the large rock at the end.

Taking a few anxious stumbled steps closer, I found that the rock was crumbling and it was slowly forming shape of some kind of stony sarcophagus.

Irony can be a bitch!

How was I the first one to find Silas?

I had made it clear that I did not want to be here, did not want the cure and did not want to find Silas - yet here I was...

I would call someone who cared but the hunter guy had taken my phone.

Well, I was here...

Dropping the stake, I used my fingers to roughly grip the stony lid and began to use all my strength to lift. I was surprised by how it turned out to be heavy but thankfully, I managed.

It inched slightly but that was enough to hit me with a richly sweet scent which now overwhelmed the sewage stink of the cave.

The feminine aroma invoked my curiosity and I urged myself further before pushing the whole rim to the side, causing it to loudly crash onto the left side of the ground.

Well that was not Silas.

At least I didn't think it was...

First clue was the fact that it was a woman.

She had pearly soft-looking skin that was somehow preserved for God knows how long. Long dark, feathery locks crowned her heart shaped face and were splayed around her porcelain skin. Contrasting with her pale complexion was her dark pink lips that were parted and slightly puckered.

Her peaceful expressionless face seemed youthful but that was disregarded with her womanly hourglass figure. However, her innocent air was eradicated with the tattered clothing or piece of material wrapped around her. It was one ripped scrap of white material that managed to cover her breasts - well slightly. The same sized cloth was around her waist and roughly tied by her waist. It was slightly hitched, exposing her thigh.

The sight was enough to make any man go insane...

I may be a vampire but I was man.

Just because me and Elena...well whatever that was - it didn't mean I couldn't appreciate other women.

I reached down tentatively, stroking her cheek with an attempt to feel any warmth. Sadly, she was cold as ice and I could hear no whisperings...no breaths...and no heartbeat.

If she was dead...why wasn't her body decaying...?

"What..."

The questioned remained unanswered when her eyes suddenly flew open and locked onto mine. I hadn't anticipated this or the fact that they would be pitch black. A cold and soulless ebony that engulfed both her iris and her eyeball.

It looked freaky and scary as hell.

As I stumbled back from whatever the hell she was, I found that it was useless when her hand whipped up, grabbed my neck and yanked me down.

My angered growl was gargled when her sharp fangs were elongated and soon enough, dug into the nape of my neck.

Oh the irony!

A/N: What do you think? Do you want more...?

Warning: Klaus x Bella pairing