This is definitely late but -Was the season 3 finale not the most beautiful episode ever made? I will go on for a long time believing that it is. It was so raw and emotional and made me bawl like a baby. I just couldn't hold it in. I definitely cannot wait for season 4 - it's going to be incredible. Every season finale just keeps getting better and better! And the songs! I think that the songs add so much to the show. Ah! I'll have to stop there lest I feel like rambling on and on about everything great about this show…-dreamy eyed-
On with the chapter!
Damon stared at his phone, willing Stefan to call him. He hadn't seen his younger brother since he'd asked him to have a celebratory drink with him that morning and he was hoping to hear about some improvement on the big plan.
His phone buzzed, answering his demands, but when he looked down at the caller ID he saw that it was Alaric instead, probably calling to ask about Elena.
"Hello, hello! Having Elena trouble?" He took a swig of his bourbon, savouring the taste slowly, swishing from side to side in his mouth.
Ric sighed on the other end of the call. "Yes, and don't say 'as usual!'. She left late this morning in someone else's car - or she walked - because her car was still in the driveway when I left a while ago. You wouldn't happen to know, by any chance, where she might be?"
"No idea whatsoever."
"Oh, right, sorry. I forgot that you've been too busy with the Original sex to apparently do much else."
"She told you?" Damon barked and furrowed his brow in disbelief.
"Of course she told me!" Alaric sounded indignant. There was a clinking of glass on the other end of the phone call and Damon guessed that Ric was at the Grill, drinking.
"No offence, but you're like her dad - no chick ever tells her dad things like that. That's what their best girlfriends are there for apparently." Speaking of… Maybe he should pay a visit to Bonnie and Caroline - two girls that absolutely adored him.
"I'm her guardian, she's supposed to confide in me!"
"Not, about boy trouble, Ric," Damon sighed.
"Hey, it's not as though she was asking me for any advice. She just stormed into the kitchen and after I asked what got her into a bad mood she told me." On the other side Alaric shrugged and took a swig of his drink.
"You say she 'stormed' in? Like, she was jealous or …something?"
"Damon, right now is not the time to ask me if Elena is really into you or not. If you haven't noticed, her phone's turned off. I always tell her to keep it on just in case there's an emergency."
"Maybe she's super mad at me! Maybe she having a special girly feast with Witchy and Blondie." Damon shrugged and lifted his glass to his lips again, gulping down the rest of his drink. "I'll call Elijah. Elena seems to have a special bond with that one. They could be taking a long walk along a lake, having a very serious conversation about the meaning of life and if they think hell is real." He rolled his eyes and set his glass down, ending the call.
"Now, Elena, where the hell are you?" he asked himself, staring around the sitting room before using his vampire speed to disappear from the room.
Alaric looked to his left, glancing into the beautiful brown eyes of Meredith Fell. He smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure Elena's safe. Damon hasn't heard from her either. It's weird. I get it if she's mad about something but she knows the rules; phone must always be on."
Meredith smiled back, kindly putting a hand on his arm. "It's okay for her to have a bit of a life. Just because you can't reach her doesn't mean she's in imminent danger. For all we know her battery could have died."
"It's just strange that she didn't tell me where she went. She knows that's the policy in the house, so that if anything goes wrong we always know where she is."
"As a child who was constantly smothered during her childhood, I speak from experience; Elena just probably wanted a breather. I mean, it's got to be crazy, what with all the vampires, witches, hybrids and evil Originals surrounding her. And to top it off, she's a teenager. She just needs space to take a deep breath. On top of all this supernatural drama, she has normal teenage drama."
"I wish that's all it was." Alaric sighed heavily and looked down at his hands. He felt like a failure when it came to Elena and Jeremy. He had vowed to himself that he would do whatever it took to take care of them, to make sure that Jenna would be proud of him. But this kept getting harder and harder to keep under control.
"She's probably at Bonnie's house, venting about Damon. She seemed pretty mad at him from what you said about her storming into the kitchen today. Elena doesn't seem like the type to storm anywhere unless her loved ones are in danger."
"That's just the thing. Even if this whole Original vampire thing was over and no longer a threat, Elena would still have Damon and Stefan all over her. I can see what it's doing to her. I can tell she can't choose between the two of them. And it hurts her, Meredith. She may look strong but I can see it - I know what it can be like, especially if she loses one of them. It's just too much for someone as young as her; it's unfair."
"Life is always unfair but maybe she won't have to lose them." Meredith quirked her head to the side, her curls bouncing slightly. "If they love her the way they say they do, they will stick around and still care about her, no matter which relationship she decides to pursue."
"And that's going to hurt her even more. If one of them stays she'll feel like she's rubbing it in their faces." Alaric waved his hand to alert the bartender and when the young man strolled over he ordered a whiskey and looked at Meredith.
"A beer, please," she spoke politely.
As the bartender left Meredith slid down her seat, closer to Alaric, raising her eyebrows. "Are you sure you haven't been having girly nights with Elena? You seem to know a lot about her problems…"
Alaric smiled and took a sip of his new drink. "Elena thinks she hides it well but I can tell that there's something wrong. I can tell what's truly bothering her. Call it parental intuition if you may."
Meredith laughed and sat up straighter. "Well I think it's time to take your mind off Elena and her boy trouble." Then in a more sober voice she added, "The results came in this morning."
It took a few seconds for Alaric to realise what she was talking about. Once he knew for certain that it was about the attack on him he set his drink down onto the counter and wondered if he'd had too much to drink to have this conversation. He'd much rather keep talking about Elena's boy trouble - anything to keep the light away from himself.
"Any leads?" He asked wearily, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his long, thin fingers.
Meredith took her queue to launch into all the details of the results. "It's strange but there's no telling who you were attacked by." She reached into her bag and retrieved a manilla folder with a couple of pages strewn about in it. "Your X-rays were inconclusive. Your knife wound was already semi healed. It's impossible - or just extremely difficult - to tell anything about whoever stabbed you. Short, tall, left-handed, no clue." She huffed at the lack of information - it frustrated her entirely too much.
"Do you maybe want to do the tests again? Maybe there's some scar or something - I never checked - that can tell you something, anything."
"These tests were thorough and I'd already checked for scarring tissue. Nothing. We have no leads whatsoever."
"Except one." Alaric took a large gulp of his whiskey and let his eyes trail over to the new figures stepping into the Grill. Exactly who he'd been thinking about.
Meredith checked to see who he was looking at and glanced back at him, not entirely surprised. "A vampire?"
Klaus had stepped inside, alongside his brother, Kol. If there was anyone to blame, it was most likely Klaus and his family of Original vampires. Kol frowned at the two as both vampires came to stand at the bar next to the couple.
"Now, now, that's no way to welcome the new family to town. And I thought people were friendly here," Kol shot a look at Meredith, giving her a once over before ordering a drink. She shivered as his eyes glanced at hers.
"Let's not blame all the Originals just because we have a bad history," Klaus smirked. "Would it be terrible if my brother and I sat down for a drink here? I would rather hope that you don't think that we'll simply help ourselves to some random passer-by."
"What are you up to?" Ric put his drink down, none too gently and stared back at Klaus. He wanted to gloat in front of him, wanted to tell him what was in store for him according to what Elena had told him that morning about Esther's plans. But that would, of course, somehow manage to ruin their chances of finally getting rid of the Original vampires. He tried to keep his face devoid of emotion.
"Whatever do you mean? If you're worried about alcohol consumption; don't worry, we're of age," Klaus added with a chuckle as he took his glass of brandy when the bartender offered it to him.
"Ah, this 'legal age' deal. Who comes up with something so ridiculous. I remember when drinking and having a good time was legal for everyone." Kol took his glass and quickly downed his drink.
Meredith sighed and stuffed her manila folder back into her bag. She had hoped to have more time to discuss the attack on Alaric but it didn't seem like Klaus and his brother would be leaving any time soon. She shuddered then, when she felt Kol's arm brush her side as he placed his glass down and signalled for the bartender. She edged away, towards Alaric, but she caught his eyes following her fidgety movement. Blinking and averting her eyes didn't do much good as his arm seemed to brush past her side again.
Once the bartender came Kol smiled and leaned forward, staring straight into the young man's eyes.
"You can just leave that bottle here." The bartender's pupils dilated and he slowly nodded his head, not breaking eye contact with Kol. He placed the bottle of brandy on the counter and moved away to attend to another person.
"Don't get used to compelling people into doing everything you want them to do," Alaric said through gritted teeth. He hands were fisted and there was very little stopping him from punching Kol in the face. He tried to cool down when a couple of people looked their way but there wasn't much success.
"I'm sorry, but is that some kind of threat? Pathetic," Kol countered as he poured himself a full glass of brandy.
Klaus chuckled and he sipped at his drink. "You're in no position to make any threats, Ric."
"Don't call me that," Ric said at the same time as Meredith burst out with "Have someone to protect you from those threats, don't you?"
Klaus moved his eyes to Meredith, taking in for what seemed like the first time that evening. "Ah, so the young belle can speak. And here we were, thinking you were too shy." He chuckled again and continued to gaze at the brunette.
"I'll ask you again; what are you up to?"
"And I'll tell you again; simply having a drink with my dear brother. I don't think that's a crime, do you?"
"You have your family back - who you hid yourself - so why don't you just leave Mystic Falls already?"
"Whom I hid. Ugh," Klaus rolled his eyes comically, sharing a joke with his brother, before adding, "humans and their bad grammar. I believe this is the only compromise you people are willing to make. I need Elena's blood and everyone in your little posse seems adamant on never letting her out of their sight. And to be fair, if you haven't heard, we were here first."
"You can'-" Alaric began but Meredith interrupted him by putting her hand on his shoulder and applying a bit of pressure.
"Come on, Ric. Let's just go. We've spent enough time here as it is." She cast one more glance at the two Original next to them before standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder. She gently pushed at Ric, willing him to move before he could become any more angrier.
The couple exited the Grill, talking quietly amongst themselves, as Kol kept a watchful eye on them. Just before stepping out into the cold evening air, Meredith glanced back and caught his eye. He smirked.
Caroline sat uneasily on Bonnie's bed with a carton of ice-cream in her hand. It had melted a while ago since it had been forgotten while the blonde tried to comfort her best friend. Caroline hadn't been sure of what to say to her witchy friend. Bonnie didn't look like she needed her help - but that was how Bonnie always looked. She was the strongest and most independent person that Caroline knew - apart from her own mother. And sometimes, Caroline became jealous of her, too. Bonnie hadn't fallen for Damon's good looks and charm and sometimes she could be tough on Stefan as well. She was all business, with little to no attachments to the vampire brothers.
There was little to say to Bonnie. Caroline knew how to comfort people who just cried about all their problems - that was easy for her. But she was never sure around people who remained silent and stoic - it was like she was in a mine field, afraid she was going to step in the wrong direction.
"You can still talk, you know," Bonnie said, shifting slightly before making to remove all the candles from around her.
Caroline squeezed her eyes shut before opening her mouth and letting everything spill. "I'm so sorry, Bonnie. I didn't want that to happen, you don't deserve to hear that - especially after everything that you've done for all of us. I mean, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be able to walk in the sun, and Elena could be, well… dead. All of us could be, with the risks we always take."
"When I said you could talk, I meant at a normal pace," Bonnie smiled slightly, still not looking at Caroline. Caroline took that to mean one thing; Bonnie wasn't quite as strong as she had thought and was trying to hide some of her tears.
"Sorry. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologise. Especially about what Elena said."
"But you didn't deserve that. I mean, Elena's been sticking up for Damon too much now - you're her friend, she can't just say stuff like that to you."
Bonnie smiled sadly before letting her eyes drift up to meet Caroline's. "But it's true."
"What?" She stared at Bonnie, confused. Bonnie wasn't usually one to let people tell her who she was.
"What Elena said is true. Before everything - before all of this - I was just some stuck up teenage girl who had nothing better to do with her time than be a snob. I can still remember running to your house in tears after Greg Alistair had stood me up at the Grill."
"But I was like that, too. So was Elena. But that's what teenage girls are supposed to do. We're supposed to waste out time by bragging about all the guys who like us and by dishing all the girls we don't like. That's teenage life!"
Bonnie wiped her eyes with her sleeve, smiling at Caroline again. She wasn't truly helping, just making them both feel more than a bit nostalgic for the good old times when they were all cheerleaders having a blast.
"I don't get why I'm so judgmental sometimes. I mean, if you think about it, Damon did much worse things to you. Sure he tried to kill me but that would have been over with in a flash. He abused you for months. So how come I hate him even more than you do?" Bonnie's voice cracked a bit.
Caroline brought her arms around her friend, pulling her closer to her. "First of all, you have absolutely no idea how much I hated Damon for what he did to me. I just don't as much any more, I guess. I'm grateful that he gave me his blood after the accident - even if it was just to please Elena. I guess he owed me and he gives me something in return, little by little. I know you probably think it's not enough but if I've come to terms with what he did then maybe you should as well."
"I just can't do it. It's not that easy. Every fibre of my being screams for me to kill him with my magic."
"Bonnie -" Caroline gaped at the other girl, looking alarmed that her friend had gone so far to actually want to kill someone.
"I know Caroline," Bonnie sighed, "but you have to understand that this is feeling, it's.. instinctive. I can't do much about it. I can try, really hard, but it's still hard for me. At first I thought it was because he tried to kill me. I was scared of him but I also wanted him to feel pain. But it's more than that. I hate him because he's a vampire." Unaware of what kind of effect this may have on her best friend, Bonnie rolled her eyes and flopped down onto her pillows, burying her face in them.
"Right. That's fair… I guess." Caroline looked wearily at Bonnie, wondering if her hate extended to her. But, she tried to reason with herself, then Bonnie wouldn't invite her over. She would never have invited her into her house in the first place if she wasn't okay with Caroline and what she was.
"You know," Bonnie spoke up, her voice muffled but not hard to pick up for Caroline, "I'm glad Damon slept with Rebekah. One, it shows Elena that she can't trust him not to stick his fingers in a few pies. Imagine trying to have a relationship with that kind of guy. And two, maybe he'll get Rebekah to fall for him - it doesn't seem to be so hard - and that way he could get a bit of information out of her." She removed her pillow from her face and looked at Caroline, a sparkle in her eyes.
"I don't know, Bonnie," Caroline spoke softly, slowly, thinking over Bonnie's idea. It wasn't the worst idea - and it certainly worked from time to time, no matter how old it got - but she didn't think that Rebekah would fall for something like that. "I mean, Rebekah isn't exactly stupid. She'd find out what Damon's up to in a second and she'd rip him to shreds."
Bonnie snorted. "Good. One less bad vamp around here."
Caroline glanced at Bonnie from the corner of her eye, not understanding how she had changed so dramatically over such a short amount of time. Sure, her grandmother had died but not because of Damon exactly. This anger didn't even seem to belong to Bonnie.
"Bonnie, you do know that Damon's on our side, right?" She asked, hoping to set the record straight. Damon was a good guy in the end - he was trying to protect Elena and those she cared about.
"Are you sure about that, Caroline? Heck, if it means he can protect Elena, he'd be willing to strike up a deal with the enemy. That's Damon. He only cares about Elena." Bonnie gave Caroline a meaningful look.
"If this is about Elena…"
"Don't you see, Care? Everything is about Elena," Bonnie shook her head, looking away from her friend.
"Bonnie, she can't help it!"
"I know that, Caroline," Bonnie cried, exasperated. "But sometimes it's just too much. I think that she should just leave both Damon and Stefan. Her life would be normal then. Or, more normal than it is right now. All the trouble started up when they came here - when Damon decided to open the tomb to get Katherine out. After all those vampires got out, the word was spread that Elena was a doppelgänger. And it just keeps coming and coming. Stefan might be aware that there are other people besides Elena who need to be protected, but Damon doesn't care. Elena is his top priority."
Before Caroline could reply there was a tapping sound on Bonnie's window. Both girls looked at each other, startled by the sudden noise. Caroline quickly stood up, as Bonnie prepared to hit someone with her magic.
The window slid open and Caroline picked up the distinct scent of Damon Salvatore.
She rolled her eyes and stepped towards the window. "What do you want, Damon?"
"Talking about me again, girls?" Damon's face appeared outside of the window, smirking at them both. "There's plenty to go around."
"No thanks. I've had you before and I just wasn't satisfied," Caroline crossed her arms, and smirked back at the older vampire as he scoffed.
"Ouch - you've got to stop hurting me like that, Blondie."
"Damon - what do you want?" Bonnie appeared next to Caroline, her hands at the ready to direct her magic towards him.
Damon held up one hand in defence while he held himself to the wall of the house. He'd been lucky when he found that Bonnie's bedroom faced their back yard rather than the street.
"Calm down, Judgy. I'm just here to ask if you two have seen Elena."
Bonnie took her turn to cross her arms across her chest, glaring at Damon. "Why?"
"I just need to know." Caroline could hear the undertones in his voice, the soft growling that was emitted deep from his throat. She sighed, hoping that she wouldn't have to push the two apart if they decided to fight. She didn't feel like suffering under Bonnie's wrath while trying to distract her from attacking Damon with her powers.
She sighed and looked at Damon, inspecting his face. "We last saw her more than half an hour ago. Maybe an hour - we didn't keep much track of time. But, seriously, why?"
"Mind letting me in first? I mean, what will the neighbours think about this?"
Bonnie snorted. "Let them think whatever they want. You can compel them later to forget they ever saw you. We all know you're capable of it. There's no way that I'm inviting you into my house. I hope you didn't think it'd be so easy."
Damon clenched his jaw as he glared at Bonnie. She was like a constant thorn in his ass. He had to beg for her help and resort to striking deals by saying it's for Elena. That's all they had in common, really - Elena and her safety.
"Fine. How about coming outside to talk then? I'd rather not hang from the side of a house while talking about this."
"No, talk from up here. I don't have a problem with it." Bonnie replied coolly. She certainly didn't mind making the older Salvatore brother uncomfortable.
"Judgy, don't mess with me right no -"
"Guys, stop it! We've got other problems to deal with so stop this stupid arguing." Caroline threw her hands in the air, annoyed by the two of them. "I'll go outside and talk to Damon - it's not a problem for me." Without looking at her friend Caroline stormed out of the room as Damon smirked and raised his eyebrows at Bonnie.
"Ooh, doesn't look like she's happy with you right now," and with that he let go of the ledge he had held onto and let his body fall before landing gracefully, finding Caroline already waiting for him to start talking.
"Well, let's start with why you're looking for Elena. It's not like it's usually hard for you to find her."
"But at the mean time it is. Ric said that she came home - after she came to see me, I gather -"
"Oh, after she found out that you were whoring around with a certain blonde?"
"Jealous?"
"Please - I've had enough of you to last me my whole lifetime. But let's forget about that and keep going," Caroline cast a glance upwards, checking to see if Bonnie was looking out the window. They were speaking in quiet enough tones but Caroline didn't want to risk Bonnie hearing them and their friendly (-ish) banter.
"Right. Well, Elena arrived home, ranted a bit about me - she just can't get enough of me - and then Ric said she left. She either went for a long walk or she left in someone else's car because her one's still in the driveway."
"Why don't you just call her on her phone? It's this fantastic device that let's you communicate with other people from a distance," Caroline chuckled gently, putting her hands on her hips in a condescending way. She loved to mock Damon any time she could get away with it.
Damon rolled his eyes and gave the blonde a bemused look. "Why do you think I'm here? Elena's not picking up - can't reach her at all."
At this Caroline sobered up but tried to think up of other solutions to this problem. "Maybe her battery just died. Maybe she dropped her phone accidentally and it's busted?" Even though these were valid points Caroline couldn't rid herself of a feeling of nausea. Please, she begged, don't let Elena be in trouble.
"Blondie - is anything ever that simple for us?"
Caroline nodded slowly, understanding the annoyance that was creeping into Damon's voice. Nothing was ever simple with them - everything was spelled trouble for them.
"So what do we do? Where have you looked for her so far?" The young blonde entered her serious zone - this was bad. If Elena wasn't picking up her phone - especially when she knew that it was crucial someone could reach her at any given time - they needed to find her immediately. She had given up and agreed to answer their every call, no matter how inconvenient. Given their record with bad luck and trouble it wasn't too much to ask for.
"Well, I stopped by the house after Ric called and told me he couldn't reach her. I tried her phone after that - no luck. I went to the Grill but she wasn't there."
"Could she have gone to the forest to practise? I mean, she's gotten really into it."
Damon nodded and looked around. "I'll look around there. But before I leave, did Elena tell you about Esther's plan?"
This caught Caroline's attention. "Plan? What plan?" Her brow creased in confusion. It wasn't like Elena to leave news out of her updates. Especially if it was important enough that Damon was telling her himself.
"I guess she was too busy ranting about me and my whore-ish ways to tell you about something that we can look forward to."
"Wait - is this about something she talked about last night with Esther at the party? She was going to tell us, I guess. She told us about the privacy spell Esther had cast. She wanted Bonnie to try it out - it didn't work." Caroline wasn't sure why she felt the need to tell Damon the results but she wasn't always good with thinking before speaking.
"Well, we're in luck. Esther, despite her whole speech about wanting her whole family together again because she loves them, is planning to kill them all."
Caroline's eyes bulged as this news seeped in. "How would she do that?"
"She isn't the original witch for nothing, Blondie," Damon smirked and quirked his head to the side. And there he was, being condescending to her, like usual.
"But, wait. Kill every single one of them? Absolutely all of them?"
"That's what Elena said this morning. Esther had mentioned something to her about them all being monsters and that she had to undo her mistake of creating them in the first place."
"How can she just do that?" Caroline asked, grief evident in her voice. Damon cast her a weary look before stepping closer.
"You're not happy. Why are you not happy? They're all going bye-bye." Looking more closely at the blonde a wild idea ran through the male's head. "You're - You're not, like, into Klaus, are you? Because I can tell you right now, Blondie, it ain't ever gonna happen."
"Why would you ask me that?" Caroline sounded panicked, looking at Damon sharply.
"Well I did see you dancing with Klaus last night - that's a bit of a giveaway I suppose."
"Look, I shared one dance with him, okay? It's not that big of a deal. Not for me anyway. I'm just not so certain about this plan."
"Why the hell not?" Damon's eyebrows furrowed as he stared Caroline down as she fidgeted with her hands.
Caroline looked around, slowly, before facing Damon again. "Isn't it a bad idea? I mean, how can Esther be willing to do this? She's… - they're her children. I don't think a mother would be able to do that to her own children. Especially not after what she did to make sure that nothing could hurt them after one of them died."
"I guess she lost the maternal instinct after she 'died'," Damon chuckled, not seeing how this worried Caroline, who was thinking of her own mother and what she could have done on many occasions.
"I know that they're monsters but… how can she do this?" Caroline stressed, waving her hands around. This whole plan made her think of her own parents. They couldn't stand the thought of their baby girl being a vampire so they almost killed her - thinking it would be for the best. But how could someone look their child in the eye and consciously make the decision to kill them?
Damon seemed to catch on to what Caroline was implying. He sighed and looked away, not sure how to tell her how it went in the real world. Not everyone was lucky enough to have parents like hers who weren't willing to do what was apparently the right thing to do - the ones who loved their children more than they believed they were evil creatures that should rot in hell.
"Look, Caroline, it's not always simple. But at least Esther understand that they need to go. Don't be stubborn like Elena."
Caroline sniffed softly. "What does Elena think about all this then?"
"Well, at first I'm guessing she was totally fine with it because she had to give her blood to Esther. Then, she remembered that her poor Elijah would have to die as well so now she feels guilty and doesn't want Esther to finish the ritual."
"She can't be for real!" Even Caroline, despite her worries about the whole killing-her-very-own-children part, wasn't going to try and stop it. If it meant Klaus and the rest would be gone… her life could be back to normal (as much as normal applied to her nowadays).
"Oh, yes, she's for real. And that is why I need to find her. She needs to stay somewhere where she won't cause problems. I'm just hoping that none of the Originals find out about this plan - otherwise it may be harder to complete."
"We better split up and look for her. You look through the woods then and I'll check out any spot she usually visits. Keep me in the loop though," Caroline nodded at Damon and prepared to go back inside to tell Bonnie about the new course of action. She didn't anticipate Damon taking hold of her arm and stepping closer, invading her personal space.
Caroline inched back subconsciously, unsure of what Damon was up to. He looked her in the eye, as if searching for something.
"Be careful."
Caroline almost reeled back, surprised. Damon never - rarely, if ever - said things like that. Not to her anyway. To Elena, definitely, but not to her. He didn't care about her enough to say something so sentimental.
But, of course, Damon wouldn't let her think that would be showing some affection towards the blonde. "I meant about Bonnie. I overheard your conversation with her -"
"Hey! Don't listen in on people's private conversations!"
" -and if you haven't already gathered Bonnie is willing to do whatever it takes to remove all vampires from Elena's life."
"If you trying to imply that Bonnie would be willing to get rid of me…"
"Don't you see, Caroline? She is. She doesn't like our kind. If she gets a chance to kill us all, she will grab it. She won't blink twice. That's how witches are."
Before Caroline could comment any further on the small subject Damon let go of her and disappeared from her sight. She sighed, her shoulders feeling like they were carrying a heavy weight, and looked up at Bonnie's window.
She already knew that Bonnie would be willing to get rid of every single one of them if it meant no vampires around Elena - or in the whole of Mystic Falls. She just wasn't sure of what exactly she could do about that except acknowledge the fact.
A/N: This chapter was supposed to be longer originally but I had to cut it in half because otherwise it would have been too long - though I'm sure that wouldn't have been a problem for all you readers! Sorry there wasn't any Elena or Elijah scenes in this chapter but just wait until the next one.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Review - it took quite a while to write this chapter but it'll only take a few minutes to type up a review!
