Thank you so much for the reviews! I'm glad so many people like this story! I supposed I should've warned that this does not put Elena and Damon's relationship in a favorable light so if you are fans of them you might not want to read this. I do not mean to bash them, but everyone in this story is responding realistically to their relationship, how they would have if the writers weren't obsessed with them. Anyways, please enjoy this chapter!
WARNINGS: some of the happenings of season 4 will be altered for obvious reasons and also because I didn't like the shows minimal explanation of all things Silas. I will stick as close to the original story as possible but I will be changing some of the facts that were presented in season 4 that pertain to him. If this bothers you, please don't read this story and please do not bother to tell me that I am inaccurate or wrong because I'm well aware of the changes. Thank you.
Stefan steeled his emotions when he pulled up to the boarding house and he heard Elena and Damon inside. His hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, wishing he would've called Caroline to do this with him. He wasn't ready to see them together or accept that his sweet, beautiful, compassionate Elena had fallen in love with his brother who didn't deserve her.
It was obvious when he returned to Mystic Falls that something had changed between her and his brother. It had been the very reason he wanted them to take the trip. He knew how much Elena cared for him, though she didn't want to admit it, and he wanted them to maintain their friendship despite how uncomfortable it made him. He knew how Damon felt about her and that he would make a move on her if he knew he had a chance but he had faith that Elena would be loyal. That trip had been the beginning of the end of their relationship and he wished he'd done something about it sooner.
The irony of being in the exact same situation that they were in 150 years ago wasn't lost on him. He didn't know how he managed to convince himself that Elena was nothing like Katherine even though she was now a vampire but he couldn't have been any more wrong. While he didn't think Elena broke his heart to be malicious, it stung that despite knowing both his and Damon's history with Katherine she put them both through this again. After all the times he told her how Katherine hurt him, she went and did the exact same thing with the exact same person it happened with the first time.
When his eyes started to water he closed them and scolded himself. There would be no more crying and self-loathing over Elena freaking Gilbert. She made her decision, now it was time for him to make a new start. She didn't love him, maybe she never had; either way it was time to let her go and move on. And once Bonnie learned the memory spell, she would rid him of his painful memories and he'd leave Mystic Falls for good. The knowledge that he was leaving soon was the only thing keeping him from turning off his emotions.
A part of him felt guilty for taking the easy route out of his misery. He wasn't the only one that Elena hurt. Her friends and her brother had more reason than him to be upset than he did and he felt sorry for all of them, even Matt and Tyler. Her complete disregard for how her decision would affect all of them pissed him off and he wondered how he cared more about her friends and family than she did. It made him wonder if she had always been this selfish, if the caring, compassion that had drawn him to her in the first place was all an act.
Before he allowed himself to get too angry he took deep breaths to gather his emotions under control. From inside, he heard Elena laughing at something his brother said before they kissed and he flinched. He needed to get the hell out of there. He couldn't do this with them there to flaunt their new relationship in his face. This was a dumb idea.
Oh no. You're going to go in that house, get your things and let Elena and Damon know that their actions and opinions don't mean shit. You're not going to let what they did bother you anymore because you deserve better than both of them.
He smiled when he remembered the pep talk Caroline had given him the entire drive from the lake house to here. She always knew how to cheer him up and make him see the better side of a situation. He was grateful that she had his back on this because he definitely needed her in his corner.
With newfound determination, he stepped out the car, squared his shoulders, and started walking. He didn't pause when he walked through the front door or when Elena shot up from the couch as if she'd been waiting for him to come in.
"Stefan!" she exclaimed. "Where have you been?"
"Elena," he said curtly as he headed for the stairs, completely ignoring her question. He had to take another deep breath when he heard her following him into his room.
"I missed you at school. Caroline said she didn't know where you'd gone or if you were coming back but I knew she only said that because she's still mad at me," she gave a light laugh. He didn't respond or acknowledge her, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from answering. Instead, he pulled out a large black duffle bag from under his bed. Elena stopped at the door, frowning when he started gathering things from his desk and closet and throwing them inside haphazardly.
"What're you doing?" she said softly. He ignored her, determined not to let her see how much pain she was in. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had broken his heart in the worse way.
"Stefan?"
"What Elena?" he finally snapped as he turned around. "What do you want?"
"I just…I wanted to make sure you're okay," she said meekly. He snorted.
"I'm fine."
The brunette doppelganger bit the inside of her cheek as he went back to packing and ignoring her. She watched him sadly. A large part of her regretted how much she had hurt him when she made the decision to be with Damon and she wished she could fix it. Just because she was no longer in love with him didn't mean she didn't love him at all.
"I'm sorry," she finally said with a little more emotion in her voice. "I know you don't believe me but I am Stefan. I'm sorry for all of this."
He stopped moving for a brief moment and she tensed, wondering if she had just set something off.
"You're sorry," he said flatly as he turned to face her again. She flinched at the anger and pain on his face. "What exactly are you sorry for Elena? For sleeping with him a day after we broke up or that I found out about it?"
She looked ashamed and he felt a rush of satisfaction. No longer was he going to spare her feelings. He refused to tip-toe around sensitive subjects like his broken heart just because she was feeling fragile.
"We weren't going to keep it a secret from you," she sighed. "It's not like I planned for this to happen."
He gave a disgruntled snort, "I bet Damon did."
"I didn't just decide to hop into bed with him. We spend so much time, every day really, looking for you during the summer. And it was hard because you were gone and I missed you so much and we just…" she shook her head. "Then you came back and you weren't yourself and then…then Klaus turned your emotions off—"
"I know. I was present for it," he snapped.
"When you stopped Damon from killing Klaus, we thought we lost you for good. We didn't think you would—"
"Klaus ordered his hybrids to kill him if he got to him first! They were ordered not to stop attacking until we were all dead! I was doing what I needed to do to save all of us!" he glared at her. "I saved his life and yours and you both fucked me over."
"I'm sorry," she whispered in shame as her eyes welled with tears.
"It's me and you Stefan, always. That's what you said Elena, your words. But I guess that only applied to me if I was here, right?" he sneered at her.
"No! I meant every word of that!" she cried. "Stefan—!"
"It doesn't matter anymore. You made your decision," he growled as he returned to his task of moving his closet to his duffle bag. He hated that his pain was so clear in his voice but he was just about done caring what Elena or his brother thought. It was clear they didn't give a shit about him at all. He just wished she would let him do this with what little dignity he had left and let him lick his wounds in peace.
"I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe that it was never my intention to hurt you like this," she said desperately. He barked out a laugh as he dumped more clothes into his bag.
"I don't care what you meant to do Elena. I don't care about anything you do anymore," he snapped as he shoved the clothes in every corner of his bag. "I don't know what you want from me but if you're looking for someone to be sympathetic towards you, I'm not that person."
He heard her sniffle and he rolled his eyes. He couldn't figure out why she was hovering over him while his brother was still there and it made him even more eager to get out of there. She was starting to suffocate him.
"When you told Rebekah to…to erase your memories of me…did you really mean that?" she asked quietly. He finally managed to zip the overstuffed bag shut and he swung it over his shoulder.
"Why does that matter?"
"You would just…erase everything we've ever had?" she sounded so hurt that he felt bad and he hated himself.
"Why not? You had no problem doing it," he sneered as he walked past her. He briefly considered telling her about Bonnie and the deal they made but he wasn't going to let her see him more wounded than he already was. They would figure it out when he didn't call for a few years and they came looking for him. Or maybe they would be happy that he was finally out of their way for good.
"Wait, where are you going?" she asked as she followed him down the stairs.
"Away," he said simply without turning around. He was halfway to the door when he heard Damon whistling as he came down the other end of the hall, his usual glass of Bourbon in his hand. His brother took one look at him at laughed out loud.
"And where are you running to baby brother? Moving out?" he teased.
"Something like that. I'll come back for the rest of my stuff when I'm not distracted," he shot Elena a pointed look and she looked at the floor. Damon sighed as he looked between his brother and his girlfriend.
"You don't have to leave Stefan," he sighed, almost sounding annoyed he would do such a thing. "Stop being overdramatic like the rest of her friends."
Stefan threw his head back with a loud laugh.
"Thank you for letting me know I can stay in my own house Damon. That makes me feel so much better," he spat.
"Is Rebekah taking you in? I hear you two are getting quite cozy these days," Damon smirked. Elena sucked in a breath behind them.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no," he sneered at him as he continued towards the front door. He was tired of looking at them. All he wanted was to get out of there and drown himself in a bottle somewhere. He would've preferred someone's neck but he wasn't going to allow them to make him that angry to take it out on a human being. He was better than that.
"Getting out of the house will be good for you, baby brother. I hope you find yourself or…whatever it is you plan on doing. Should I tell the school you're not coming back? They might start to worry," he batted his eyelashes at him playfully. Neither Elena nor Stefan looked amused.
"Tell them whatever the hell you want," Stefan glared as he walked out. He threw his stuff in the passenger seat of his car and took off in the next moment. Elena ran to the door just in time to see him disappear down the street.
"Don't let him fool you. He'll be back," the rogue vampire sighed as he leaned against the door frame.
Elena shook her head slowly, wondering why there was a lump lodged in her throat, "I don't think so."
Bonnie stretched her arms lazily as she set her history textbook down to watch Jeremy chop more firewood in the backyard. His bulging arms and white wife beater soaked with sweat and exertion were definitely more appealing than reading about WWII and she snorted to herself. If there was something she regretted not doing when they were together, it was taking things to the next level. She hadn't been ready but she had been warming up to the idea of being with him, of letting him touch her and kiss her in places other than her lips. But now that she had gotten over his betrayal and he had apologized, she wasn't sure they should be rushing into anything.
She wished that she could ask Elena for advice like she used. Even if it was about her own brother, Bonnie always knew she could count on her best friend for solid advice on anything. But her best friend died the night her car was submerged underwater and a version of her she didn't recognize had taken her place. She knew she'd lost Elena the moment she chose Damon over all of them and it was a crushing blow.
Bonnie wondered if they were being too hard on Elena. She'd been through so much this past year and lost so many people that she couldn't blame her for being a little screwed up. But so had she, so had Caroline and Matt and Tyler and Jeremy. They had all lost someone they loved, yet none of them had betrayed their friends.
Jeremy lifted his head when he heard a car pulling up and he sat the axe down, alerting her that someone had just pulled up to the house.
"That might be Stefan," Jeremy sighed as he wiped his face with a towel. He jogged up the two stairs that led to the back door and through the living room to open the front door. He was thrown when he saw Kol Mikaelson smirking back at him.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I missed my best mate and came to see him," he moved forward but was blocked at the threshold. "Let me in."
"Hell no," he growled. "Get lost."
"I need to speak with you," his smirk grew when he saw Bonnie come through the back door. "Did I interrupt something here?"
"What do you want Kol?" the hunter snarled through gritted teeth. His fingers twitched with the need to sink a stake into his chest and wipe that stupid grin off his face like he should've back in Denver.
"Klaus wants the cure. He's become quite…impatient," he leaned against the doorframe. "You should know how he gets when he doesn't get something he wants when he wants it."
"Tell him to find it himself. We're not looking for it anymore," Jeremy rolled his eyes. "So if that's all—"
"Why not?" he asked curiously. "Was it not your mission to reverse the doppelganger's vampirism? Klaus certainly thinks it's what you lot want."
"It was," Bonnie glared at him as she stood by Jeremy. "Things changed."
"Oh, she decided she liked immortality after all," he chuckled. "Or does it have to do with that Mary-Sue vampire with caterpillars for eyebrows? Damon Salvatore, right?" he chuckled when their disgust started to show. "I see you lot don't care for that detestable bastard either."
"It's none of your business," Jeremy threw at him half-heartedly. He didn't even have the will to defend his sister or Damon when they weren't here.
"What is my business is this cure, and that you lot stop looking for it while you still can. Of course, you already not looking for it makes all of this much easier," he smirked. "Klaus will be pissy but he'll move on to a new project in no time."
"Why don't you want it found?" Bonnie frowned.
"Have you never heard the story of Silas? What rock are you living under?" Kol's eyebrow rose. "He's the most powerful witch that ever lived. Turned himself immortal and that cure was made to turn him back to a mortal. It's buried in his tomb, but you have to wake him up to get it out."
"An immortal witch?" Jeremy's eyebrow rose. "The cure is meant to be taken by a witch?"
"It can cure any immortal. The catch is that there's only enough for one person. And that person must be Silas."
"Why?"
"If he's freed, he'll unleash a hell on earth. The likes of which the world will most likely never recover," he stated matter-of-factly. The hunter and witch shared a look before they started laughing. They missed the frown Kol gave them.
"There's no such thing as an immortal witch. Nature wouldn't allow for someone to have that kind of power," Bonnie giggled. "This is just a myth."
"I assure you it's not."
"Alright, where's he buried then?" Jeremy smirked. Kol rolled his eyes.
"Haven't you been paying attention? Your hunter's mark becomes a map when you've killed enough vampires to complete it. That's the only way anyone can find his location. His coven buried him centuries ago in a tomb that was sealed off with powerful dark magic and can only be broken by decedents of that coven. Your ancestors," Kol nodded in Bonnie's direction. "Look it up yourself if you don't believe me."
"Bullshit," Jeremy snorted. "I think you do want us to find the cure so you can have it for yourself."
"What would I need with a cure? I quite like being immortal."
"So you can barter with Klaus for something. We know how you and your siblings work," Bonnie scowled at him. "We've already heard the stories about Silas and the cure and it's not real."
"From your lovely new friend that has taken a swift interest in you, I imagine," he chuckled darkly. Her heart sped up in alarm.
"How do you know about Shane?"
"I have my ways love," he winked. "He's very taken with the idea of bringing Silas back to the land of the living. He might become a liability."
"Don't you dare do anything to him!" Bonnie snapped as she stormed forward. Before she could step outside Jeremy pulled her back in. She was momentarily stunned before she scowled at Kol again. "Touch him and you'll regret it."
"Will I now?" he nearly purred. She stared at him in disgust and embarrassment.
"Get the hell off of my porch," Jeremy growled as he slammed the door in his face. When the vampire started knocking again, he grabbed his crossbow that was sitting by a wooden beam.
"Believe me, if there is anything I want, it is for that cure to remain where it belongs," they heard through the wooden door. "You have no idea the kind of suffering he will bring if he's released. He was put in that tomb for a reason. And there's a reason vampire hunters like you were created to protect the secret of its location. He must never be free."
"Well you don't have to worry about Silas doing anything. We're not looking for the cure anymore. And you can tell Klaus that he can look for it himself if he wants it so damn bad," Jeremy loaded an arrow before he locked the bow into place and aimed in the general area of Kol's head. "You have three seconds to leave before I start shooting."
They heard Kol snicker.
"Is this about Denver? It was nothing personal mate. I was merely following my controlling older brother's orders to stick around until he needed to use you for leverage."
"One!" Jeremy barked as he put his finger on the trigger. He gave Bonnie a look and she immediately put her hand on the handle, ready to pull it open when he wanted to shoot.
"We can all be friends mate. It doesn't have to be this way between us. You aren't as boring and dreadful as I predicted you to be."
"Two!"
Bonnie threw open the door as Jeremy started to squeezed his finger back. The moment Kol was in his sight, he squeezed his finger back all the way and released the arrow. It sailed through the air, through the open door and was stopped by Kol grabbing it around the center, just inches from his face.
"Impressive," he chuckled at Jeremy. "Have you been practicing?"
"Leave! And don't come back!" he snapped as he reached for another arrow to load from the quiver on the floor. Kol tossed the arrow back inside and put up his hands in mock surrender.
"Alright," he blatantly looked Bonnie up and down and licked his lips when their eyes met. "I'll see you around, love."
The witch felt a shiver go up her back as they held eye contact for a second more before he was gone. Behind her, Jeremy grunted as he set the crossbow down.
"He's a dick," he growled as he stormed through the living room once more to get to the backyard. He'd caught the way he'd been looking at his ex-girlfriend and he didn't like it at all.
With newfound strength and anger he took the axe back in his hands and started chopping wood again. Bonnie followed behind him and took her original seat with her WWII text book and various loose-leaf pages crammed with spells.
"Maybe we should get rid of all the Originals, not just Klaus," Jeremy said after halving ten pieces of bark. "We get them all, they can't make any more vampires."
"That doesn't mean other vampires won't," she sighed. "We should just focus on Klaus for now."
"Maybe we can get just Kol too. He's a pain in the ass," Jeremy grumbled to himself as he brought the axe down ever harder against the wood. "I wish that arrow would've got him. He'd deserve it after all the shit he's done."
"I can ask Professor Shane if he knows of any desiccation Expression spells. With all the power I have now…it shouldn't be too hard," Bonnie shrugged. Jeremy put the axe down and faced her with a frown.
"Can we trust him?" he asked about Shane. "I'm glad you've got your magic back, don't get me wrong, but…it just seems odd that he knows so much about you and your family and this dark magic stuff."
"It's not dark magic. It's neutral," she smiled. "Expression can't be used for good or bad Jer. Shane taught me that. It's just energy that I can use to my will."
Jeremy had the feeling that Shane told her a bunch of bullshit but he dropped the subject. Bonnie had been so destroyed when she lost her magic he thought she would never do it again. Because magic was such an essential part of who she was, he wanted to help her find her way back but Shane had beaten him to it. He was suspicious and concerned that his intentions with the young witch weren't honorable, and if he were being honest with himself, he was jealous that she looked for support from him instead of her like she used to when dealing with her magic.
"I can ask him about the spells tomorrow, since I'll ask him about the memory spell for Stefan," she sighed. "Do you think I should do it?"
"If it's what he wants," he shrugged. "Do you think you should do it?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid that I could wipe away more than just Elena from his memory," she sighed. "What if I somehow trigger his Ripper side?"
"How would you do that?"
"What if I wipe away his humanity or something?"
Jeremy laughed, "I don't think you'll mess up that badly. Have a little more faith in yourself Bon. You're the most powerful witch I know."
"I'm the only witch you know."
"I know your mom and Lucy."
"And Silas," she giggled.
"You're the most real powerful witch I know," he clarified. "You don't believe he actually exists, do you?"
"He might," she shrugged. "Shane and Kol's stories are pretty similar. All myths originate from somewhere, right?"
The front door being thrown open halted their conversation. They ran back into the living room and stopped when they saw an inebriated Stefan stumbling through the kitchen. He reached into the last cabinet in the corner and pulled out a half-full bottle of Grey Goose Vodka.
"Hey!" he cried as he raised it in the air by its neck. "Didn't know you guys were here!"
"Are you drunk?" Jeremy couldn't help asking the obvious. Seeing the normally brooding vampire like…this was definitely something new.
"Very much so," he chuckled before he brought the bottle to his lips and drank deeply as if he were drinking water. The two teens shared a look.
"So are you guys gonna stand there or are you gonna catch up?" Stefan rasped when he pulled the bottle away from his lips. They shared another look before they each shrugged. Bonnie used her hand to summon three glasses from the cabinet and directed the bottle out of Stefan's hands to pour them each a shot.
"That is an awesome trick," the vampire grinned. "You have to teach me how to do that."
"Maybe when you're sober," she laughed as she picked up a glass while directing the other two into the hands of her friends. "What should we toast to?"
"How about we toast to me getting a fresh start away from the two people I loved that betrayed me," Stefan's hand shot in the air with his glass and the drink nearly spilled out. Jeremy bit back an amused smile as he raised his own glass.
"To a fresh start," he said out loud as they hit their glasses together. He took a deep breath and refused to inhale the scent as he gulped down the burning liquid, wincing as it burned down his chest and into his belly.
Bonnie coughed lightly as she set her glass down, "That was awful."
"Yes it was," Stefan agreed as he started refilling their glasses. "Let's do another one."
"Can't. It's a school night," she gave Jeremy a pointed glare. He shrugged.
"I'm taking a sick day," he raised his glass to her. "Maybe you should do the same."
"Yeah, take a sick day," Stefan echoed. "Or you can just do what I did and have my psychotic backstabber of a brother tell the principal you moved away."
"You did that?" she gaped at him. "But what if you want to go back?"
"I don't. Trust me," he laughed hollowly as he threw back another shot. "Once you erase my memories I'm leaving for good. I'm never coming back to Mystic Falls."
"Where will you go?" Jeremy asked. He shrugged.
"Don't know. I hear Seattle is nice. Maybe Alaska," he smiled wryly as he poured himself a double shot. "I'm going somewhere where my brother can't find me so he can't fuck up my life again."
"Cheers to that," Jeremy raised his glass to him and waited until Stefan had poured himself a refill before drinking it. Bonnie watched them in amusement and a little sadness. Hearing Stefan talk about his future without the girl he loved so much was a little disheartening to hear. She felt sorry for him.
"Well Jer, let me know if you change your mind. But you should consider going since you haven't been the past week," she laughed lightly. "I'll see you both tomorrow."
"Night," they said simultaneously as she climbed the stairs. Jeremy sighed when he heard the door to her bedroom close and poured himself more Vodka. He pushed the bottle to Stefan and he took it silently.
"Are you guys still a thing?" he asked as he kicked his feet onto the table. Jeremy shook his head.
"Nah. We haven't been for a while."
He hummed, "Why not?"
"You didn't hear?" Jeremy asked him cynically. "I kissed my ghost ex-girlfriend and told Elena, who told Bonnie, I still had feelings for her."
"Do you still?"
He shook his head before taking another shot of Vodka. He could feel his stomach starting to burn and his head becoming a little hazy.
"She was the first person I loved. I missed her," he sighed. "But Elena told me I couldn't love a ghost for the rest of my life so I let her go. And then I lost Bonnie too because I lied about it like a coward."
He met Stefan's contemplating stare at he felt a little foolish at just having divulged such private information. They weren't close by any means, so it seemed odd that he felt comfortable discussing it.
"That's rough," he said finally. The hunter shrugged.
"It's fine. We're speaking again," he sighed with a self-deprecating laugh. "Don't think she'll want to give our relationship another chance though."
"Then focus on rebuilding the friendship. If the relationship is meant to happen again, it will," he said. Jeremy was slightly taken aback but he gave him a small smile.
"Thanks for the advice."
Stefan merely raised his half full glass of Vodka towards him before drinking.
Bonnie awoke the next morning to a frantic text message from Caroline asking about her whereabouts. Cursing, she saw that it was 7:45 and her first class started at 8:30, leaving her only forty-five minutes to make an hour and fifteen minute drive. Ignoring the biting cold she hopped in the shower and waited five minutes for the water to heat before scrubbing herself off as quickly as she could. She pulled on an old pair of ripped jeans, a thick black hoodie and her comfortable Moccasin shoes before grabbing her back pack and running out of the room. She paused when she saw Jeremy sprawled out on the couch and the empty bottle of Vodka on the table. Chuckling, she left silently so as not to disturb him. He was definitely going to have a hangover when he woke up and she almost felt bad for him.
Stepping out into the chilly morning, she pulled her sweater tighter around her thin frame as she walked briskly to her icy Prius. She quickly unlocked it and threw her bag in the passenger seat as she sat, letting out a silent scream from the cold of her leather seats. She started the car and immediately cranked up the heat and defroster, humming along to the song on the radio.
After five minutes she strapped her seatbelt in place and began backing out. She looked over her shoulder briefly before turning to the front and screamed when she saw Kol standing in front of her car. Her heart pounded and she blinked rapidly to assure herself that she wasn't imagining him standing there, because why would she imagine that?
A knock on her window made her jump. She glowered at his gleeful expression as he tapped his knuckles against the glass and she rolled it down partly.
"What?" she snapped.
"Good-morning to you too," he grinned. "Off to school?"
"What're you doing here? Jeremy was serious when he said don't come back."
"Oh I'm sure he was. He looked so ready to kill me yesterday I believe every word he said," he chuckled. "However, I don't believe he would've had the chance."
"Why not?"
"You would've prevented him from killing me."
She snorted, "Why would you think that?"
"Despite how much you detest me, your compassion won't allow you to let him kill me. You know that my death ensures the death of thousands of other, innocent vampires that may or may not have wanted this life but will die regardless if I'm killed."
"There's no such thing as an innocent vampire. You had to drink blood to become one, meaning that you had to hurt someone. That doesn't make you innocent," she sneered. He chuckled.
"Is the world always so black and white with you? I don't suppose you hate your friends that are vampires because they had to drink human blood to live. They had no choice, just like the rest of us that didn't have a choice."
She wondered what he meant by that before she looked at the time and remembered that she had somewhere she needed to be.
"I need to get to school."
She rolled her window back up and continued backing up until she reached the main street. She paused when she saw Kol standing in the same spot, watching her. He was such an unpredictable vampire, more than Damon, and she didn't like that at all. He was too wild for her liking and the fact that he knew where she and Jeremy were, that he could even be watching them, was enough to frighten her.
At least we have Stefan, she sighed as she took off down the road into town.
Jeremy groaned when he woke up in an awkward position on the couch. His stomach was churning, his head was pounding and he was sweating terribly from the rays of the sun shining through the exposed back windows of the living room. Unsticking himself from the leather, he fell on his back onto the floor with another groan and threw his arm over his eyes in distress. He really needed to make it to the bathroom before he hurled everything onto his parent's very expensive rug.
"Morning," he heard Stefan coming down the stairs and pause when he saw him. "You look like hell."
"Trashcan," he rasped as he felt the nausea double. Luckily, the vampire got the hint and used his super speed to carry him upstairs to his bathroom. He barely shoved Jeremy's face into the toilet when everything in his stomach came up from the previous night.
"You drank a lot," Stefan chuckled as he watched the young hunter worship the porcelain bowl. "I kept telling you to stop but you insisted on keeping up with me."
Jeremy spat out a bit of corn he had with yesterday's dinner, "Why didn't you stop me?"
"I tried. You told me you had it under control and that you were definitely going to beat me. Your attempt was admirable, I'll give you that."
"And you listened to me?" he snorted. "By that point I'd forgotten you were an immortal being with no need for a liver."
Stefan laughed, "That's true."
"What else happened that I don't remember?"
"You danced on the table for a bit. Then you tried to jump off the roof because you wanted to show me you could fly," Stefan said with a blank face. The vampire hunter groaned in embarrassment.
"You're lying," he moaned in pain and humiliation. He glared at the vampire when he started laughing again.
"I am. All you did was fall out of your chair while you were ranting about Damon being an asshole, so I stuck you on the couch," he grinned. "No embarrassing stories for us to talk about this time."
"There won't ever be any embarrassing stories for us to talk about because I'm never drinking again," Jeremy leaned his head against the cool porcelain and moaned at the relief it gave his overheated skin. "I'm gonna die on my bathroom floor."
"I could give you some vampire blood to make the hangover pass faster," Stefan suggested. The hunter nearly took his offer.
"I'm good. I'll get through this," he sighed as he waved his hand at him. "Go away so I can throw-up with dignity."
"As you wish," Stefan chuckled as he gave a mock bow and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
"So, how's Stefan?" Caroline asked quietly as she reapplied mascara to her eyelashes using her pink mirror on her locker door. "He said you guys are letting him stay up there until he figures things out."
"He's fine. He's upset, obviously," Bonnie said slowly. "Did he, uh, say how long he was going to stay in Mystic Falls?"
"No. Every time I ask him that he gets all hush-hush and secretive," she rolled her eyes. "I already know he's going to leave so I don't get why he just won't tell me to where."
Bonnie bit her lip as she realized that Stefan hadn't mentioned wanting her to erase his memories to the blonde. She felt guilty that she knew something she didn't and they were closer. The witch understood why he didn't tell her, but she felt Caroline had a right to know that Stefan might possibly forget her too.
"Did he say anything about going away somewhere?"
"He just wants to be away from Elena and his brother. I can't really say I blame him," she sighed. "Have you talked to her?"
Caroline snorted, "Nope."
"Do you think we're being too harsh on her?" Bonnie worried her bottom lip between her front teeth. "Damon is a shit person but Elena's had it really rough this past year and a half and, while I hate to say this, he has always been there for her."
"So have the rest of us," she snapped. "And Damon is beyond a shit person. He killed her brother, tried to kill us, her best friends, and promised to make his brother's life a living hell over a woman that played them both and he's too stupid to realize she never even loved him. Then Stefan leaves to save his miserable little life from that werewolf bite and he thanks him by stealing his girlfriend! Shit person doesn't even begin to describe Damon. Too bad there aren't more words in the English language I can use to describe how much of an asshole he is."
Bonnie sighed again, feeling the similar anger Caroline was feeling building within her. No matter how many times she tried to find a positive side to this situation, she couldn't find one reason to tolerate Damon or his relationship with her best friend. He clearly didn't regret hurting anyone except Elena, so how could she expect them to get past it to accept them being together?
"Don't get me wrong, I want Elena to be happy and it's great that she is. But she needs to understand that I'm never going to think the guy that abused me, my boyfriend and all my friends is a good person. I hate Damon and that's never going to change."
"Same. He's done nothing to earn our forgiveness."
"He's done nothing to earn Elena's either," Caroline slammed her locker shut and grabbed her backpack from the floor. Both girls turned around and paused when they saw Elena staring at them from the other end of the hall. Bonnie knew from her expression that she'd heard their conversation.
"Let's go," she muttered as they started down the hall for class. Elena disappeared before they were even halfway.
They took their usual seats in Professor Shane's class. Bonnie frowned when she noticed Tyler wasn't in his and Matt eyed it every five minutes as if he would just appear.
Caroline frowned as she sat her books down, "Where's Ty?"
"Don't know. I called him this morning and stopped by his house but he didn't answer," Matt sighed as he scratched the back of his neck. "He's probably passed out drunk on the couch."
"Just like Jeremy," Bonnie snorted. "He and Stefan had a drinking contest last night."
Elena walked in the room and paused at the door, her hopeful eyes landing on their trio. Matt gave her a small smile and a wave and Bonnie offered her half of one before looking away. The doppelganger returned it before taking a seat on the other side of the room.
"Did you find and spells to help get rid of you-know-who?" Caroline lowered her voice. "He's upset we're not looking for this cure anymore and he's giving Tyler a week to get his affairs in order, as he's called it, before he kills him."
"Why can't Klaus find the cure himself?"
"The only way to find it is using the hunter's map," Bonnie sighed. "His brother Kol showed up yesterday asking about it too, but he doesn't want us to find it unlike his brother."
Caroline's brow furrowed, "Why not? I thought they were on the same team."
"This stupid myth Kol believes about a guy that's supposedly buried with the cure. He's the most powerful immortal being on earth and the cure is mean to only be taken by him, otherwise he'll supposedly unleash terror on the world," Bonnie snorted. "He's super paranoid that this Silas guy will get free so he wants us to stop looking for it."
"If a centuries-old vampire is scared of a myth, I think we should all be too," Matt said lowly. "What if he's seen something?"
Bonnie hadn't wanted to admit that she was leaning on the side of caution when it came to the cure already because of how obsessed Shane was with finding it, but Matt made a good point. If Kol, an Original vampire that couldn't die, was scared of Silas then they had more than enough reason to be.
"Alright class," their math teacher walked in and the chatter immediately died. "Before we hop into the wonderful world of geometry, I want to introduce a new classmate."
Bonnie's mouth dropped when Kol walked in, dressed in ripped jeans, a white T-shirt with a band logo, Converse tennis shoes and a black backpack slung over his shoulder. He lifted the sunglasses away from his eyes and smirked at all of them, winking at her when their eyes met.
"Oh no," Caroline groaned. "This can't be happening."
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" their teacher, Mrs. Thorton, gave him a flirty smile.
"I'd be happy to," he returned her smile. Bonnie could tell his accent and charm was making her swoon and she rolled her eyes.
"I'm Kol Mikaelson. Some of you might know my little sister Rebekah," he smirked at the girls who were openly drooling over him. "I can't express how…delighted I am to be here with you all."
"Thank you Kol. There's an open seat over there for you," Mrs. Thorton pointed to the empty desk in front of Bonnie where she had set her bag in the chair. Reluctantly, the witch moved it to the floor by her feet and kept her head down when Kol sat. She caught the scent of his cologne and she hated herself for thinking he smelled as good as he looked.
"Fancy seeing you here, love," he chuckled under his breath. She shot him a glare but Mrs. Thorton began speaking before she could answer him. Sighing, she pulled out her notebook, a pencil and her phone when it buzzed with a text from Elena.
What's he doing here?
I don't know, she text back quickly.
"Can you please refrain from texting while I'm trying to learn? It's quite the distraction."
Bonnie shot the smug vampire another heated glare, "What the hell are you even doing here?"
"I'm getting an education. That's not a crime is it?"
"What're you really doing here?"
He chuckled, "Trying something new."
"Ms. Bennett, Kol, you two may have all the time you need after class to talk but right now can I have your attention up here?" Mrs. Thorton turned to them with a stern expression. Bonnie flushed and mumbled an apology under her breath, cursing Kol and everything for the umpteenth time that morning. The end of the day couldn't come soon enough.
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