"What are you guys going to do with her?" Bonnie asked, after looking at the Salvatore's newly accrued guest.
"I've no idea, Witchy." Damon said, sipping his drink. "Every time we go to move her, Stardust here just pops back somewhere in the house. The first time it was back on the couch, but the next times, different places. Weird positions too."
"Bonnie, is there anyway for you to use your powers to figure out what she is? She clearly not human, but past that, we have no idea what she could be." Stefan asked the green-eyed witch. Damon scoffed.
"Stefan here thinks she a fairy." Damon started. "But I keep telling him, 'Stefan, little bro, there are no such things as fairies, get it together.' Tell 'em." He said, looking to Bonnie, who now looked contemplative.
"Well, in your 145 years of being supernatural, you've never encountered fairies, and I've never come across anything even mentioning fairies in the Grimiore my Grams left me." Damon had a smug look on his face. "That being said, not one person in the room believe witches or vampires existed until we became one, so it's probably a good idea to at least look into it." She shrugged. "Not sure what we'll find."
"If there's anything to find." Damon added.
"I don't know," Caroline started, "doesn't fairies seem a little far-fetched? As much as it pains me to do so, I'd have to agree with Damon on this one. Aren't they supposed to be cute, little, tiny things? With wings?" She motioned to the sleeping woman, who was, by the way, now located on top of the bookshelves. "She's clearly not a fairy." She finished crossing her arms. A round a silence went up as everyone was stuck inside their own minds, pondering this unknown.
"I guess what I'm more worried about is the timing." Alaric said, breaking the silence. "Does no one else find it strange that this girl literally appears out of nowhere the morning after we dagger Elijah? It's too closely related, I don't believe in coincidences anymore. I don't like it."
"I was thinking that it's just because we live in the supernatural capital of the world, we don't get any breaks from weird shit happening. And she was just the next weirdo. But you make sense, she could be connected to this whole Moonstone-Klaus-Sacrifice situation, definitely." Damon said, rubbing a finger over his chin, his mind wrapping around the possibilities.
"If this is one of Klaus' minions, she sure is benign." Chimed Jeremy. "I mean, all she does is sleep all day. Are you sure she connected to Klaus? Maybe she's just here for Elijah? Have you put them in the same room to see what happens?"
"If she's dangerous, I'm not sure if that's a good idea." Stefan shook his head.
"Come on," goaded Jeremy, "we've got three vampires and a hunter on our side. If she does wake up, she's have to get through you guys to undagger Elijah, and I just don't see someone who uses silver sparkles to transport being much of a fighter. Just saying." He shrugged.
"Baby Gilbert has a point..." Damon trailed off, seeming to seriously think about the idea.
"Well, it couldn't hurt." Stefan conceded, his gaze lifted to the bookshelves. "But who's going to get her down?" Damon sighed.
"Well, I moved her the last couple of times, might as well move her now." He vampire-sped up the bookcase, and had her in his arms and down on the floor in less than a blink. "Now, let's take a field trip to the basement."
This prompted everyone to move towards the cellars, and to the one cell that held the "Honorable" Original. Only to find that the dagger keeping him - for all intents and purposes - dead, was being removed by an invisible entity? Things were just getting crazy now.
"Quick, Stefan, get the flamethrower. You need to light Harry Potter's ass up." Damon commanded, not being able to do anything since he still held the blonde.
"No, no!" Bonnie protested. "I've heard about this, this is astral projection, a witch's doing. Just shove the dagger back in, they'll lose power soon and have to retreat, no one has to die here." Stefan, always ready to save a life, pushed the dagger back in, and stood guard over the body for a moment. "I don't sense anymore foreign energy. I think whoever it is, is gone."
"Whatever Bonnie, 'whoever it is'? You know exactly who it is. There are exactly three witches in this town, one right in front of me, and two that work for Elijah. You just didn't want us to kill your new little boyfriend."
"Whatever, Damon." She spit.
"Let's get back to this experiment." Ric suggested.
"How close should I put her?" Damon asked.
"How about just lay her down right next to him?" Stefan. Damon complied. Almost immediately, the female began to stretch and yawn as if she might wake up soon. But all she ended up doing was rolling so that she was closer to Elijah, cuddled up to him actually. She hummed in happiness, and mumbled something, before wrapping around the gray Original.
"That's really weird." Said Elena.
"Yeah, no kidding." Seconded Caroline. "But, I guess we know that they're connected now. Either that or she's just really big on cuddling."
"Nope, it's the first one. She had ample opportunity to cuddle up with me, and it never happened."
"Maybe because you're gross and a horrible person." Elena said, her anger at Damon for snapping Jeremy's next making another show.
"Guys, guys, no need for that." Interjected Stefan, always the peacekeeper.
"I gotta say though, I didn't think Elijah had it in him." Damon continued without a hitch. "He's just so stiff. I mean, sure, he's got that old world charm that works on the ladies, you know what I'm talking about Ric, Jenna was all over him. But her?" He whistled. "For him to have pulled her, man, I seriously underestimated him." Damon said, not caring that his thoughts on the matter were extremely inappropriate given the circumstances.
"Guys, are you seeing this right now?" Bonnie asked. But the answer was no, they were too busy with the Damon's monologue. "Look at Elijah's skin where she's touching him." She said, shakily. And they did look. And found that his neck, where her cheek rested, and his wrist, where her hand rested, while still pale, were no longer grey. Her touch was giving him back life.
"Oh shit!" Damon yelled, before scooping her back up and moving back a fair amount. She was unhappy with the movement if her furrowed brow and angry murmuring were any indication. He looked around to find faces that were just as shocked as his. "Well, that's not good."
"I mean, at least we know for sure why she's here." Jeremy said, trying to find the silver lining.
"Yeah, let's never do that again." Stefan said, running his hands through his gravity-defying hair.
"Agreed." Chimed several voices. There was a non-verbal decision for everyone to head back upstairs, but as Damon (and his passenger) took the first step going up, she disappeared, and Damon found out that the silver sparkles actually irritated his skin, leaving little burns.
"Where did she go?" Bonnie asked.
"I feel like we all know, we just hope it isn't so." Said Jeremy, and they all returned to the last cell in the basement to find the aforementioned blonde curled around the other side of the Original.
"This feels like it could be potentially, really bad for us." Said Caroline, watching as Elijah regained his color even faster than before.
"What do you think happens when he looks to be 100%?" Elena asked, weary.
"We were told that a dagger was the only thing to keep him down. So hopefully, since the dagger's still in, nothing..." Bonnie trailed off.
...in an unknown forest...
"Darling," a cultured voice broke through the fog in her mind, and she turned to see a familiar face, "what in the heavens are you doing here?" He asked in concern, the barest bit of some unknown emotion lurked behind his eyes for a short moment. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot and pursing her lips before answering him.
"I should be asking you the same thing, Elijah Mikaelson." She seethed. "You promised to stay safe, did you not?" He nodded, somewhat chastised. "But here we both are, you daggered, me, asleep because you were daggered, probably laying on a gross dungeon floor somewhere. You know how much I hate forced unconsciousness, Elijah."
"Dear heart, you must understand." He pleaded. "They're a group of bumbling idiots, they shouldn't have been able to sneak up on me like they did. They're receiving outside help." He growled.
"Yeah, yeah. That's what the weak do. They gather all kinds of allies, and backup plans, because they can't make their plans happen under their own power like we can. They break promises, and lie. Despicable really." She groused.
"But now," he said, sidling up to her, putting his large hands about her waist, "I have my partner in crime, and once this dagger comes out, they won't know what hit them." He said, running his hands up her back.
"You think you can just hold me like this and look at me with those bedroom eyes and everything will just be forgiven because you're just so damn sexy?" She asked.
"Don't be that way, love." Elijah rumbled, leaning down to pepper kisses along her neck, moving his hands to grab at her hips.
"And just how are we going to get out of this predicament to even put this plan of yours into action?" She asked.
"I have a pair of warlocks in my employ that will be working on it. If they fail, there's a great possibility that the doppleganger and her posse will realize that they need my help, and undagger me. If they are still too idiotic to do that, well then, definitely Thing 1 and 2 will realize we're missing first and rescue us." He said between kisses.
"Hm." She responded plainly. While she wasn't rebuffing his attentions, she wasn't really encouraging them either. Something Elijah hated. He wanted to be on her mind at all times. He wanted to be wanted by her as much as he wanted her.
"Faye," he called her, "while we wait, don't you want to get reaclimated with our dreamscape?" Her hands were now around his shoulders. "You remember, when we were younger, how many things we did in here?" He whispered in her ear, nibbling at the lobe when he paused. She sighed. "It's been quite a while... I think it's time we break it in again." She giggled, slender fingers pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck, making him growl. Her attention was firmly on him now. Good.
If any vampire had still been down in the Salvatore basement, they'd have bared witness to Elijah's skewered heart beating again. Impossible, but not.
The warlocks had yet to come through, but Elijah and Faye didn't mind. It had been far too long since they'd been together. It didn't matter that this was a mindscape, as long as they were together. What with Elijah chasing after leads on his brother, there hadn't been a lot of time to just take a breather. So now, now was actually perfect timing. A mini-vacation of sorts to get to know each other's bodies again.
It was several days later when Elijah was undaggered by none other than Elena Gilbert. Immediately upon waking he reveled in having his mate wrapped around him, before struggling to breathe.
"Invite me in!" He gasped out to Elena, who complied. No sooner than that happening did he scoop up his Faye, and sped out of the house.