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Damon and I walked onto the porch. Stefan was outside, just a few feet away from the porch, fixing up an old motorcycle.
"Good day for a midlife crisis. 164 years old… I'd say you're due." Damon said, taking a drink of the bottle of alcohol he was holding.
"Elena's transition to a vampire has been a little depressing. I'm gonna help her have some fun." He explained.
"Oh, those who can't do; teach."
"Ah, so I see we're still fighting. Got it. Where are you going?"
"That hunter jacked Tyler Lockwood of his werewolf venom last night, so basically, he's got vampire poison in a bottle. And I'm gonna find him and I'm gonna eat him."
"I'll go with you!" I offered at once.
"No, no and no. I don't want you getting werewolf venom in you or something." He said, shaking his head.
"Fine. I'll go with you." Stefan offered.
"You… I just don't want your help. I just want to kill this guy and get out of town. That was the deal, right? Whoever Elena doesn't choose leaves?"
"What?" I asked, having not heard of this before.
"That was before she turned." Stefan told him.
"And I stayed to help. If I take you punching me as my first clue, I'm not wanted here anymore."
"Listen, you blood shared with my girlfriend and I punched you in the face. You deserved it. Why don't you stop being so dramatic?"
"No, baby brother, dramatic would be leaving before I kill this hunter." With that said, he darted off. I glared coldly at Stefan. He looked mildly surprised.
"What did I do this time?" He asked.
"You're making Damon leave?!" I demanded. He turned around to keep working on his motorcycle.
"I'm not making him. I suggested it." He corrected me.
"If he leaves town, then I'm going with him!" Stefan spun around and walked over to me.
"Whoa, what about Jeremy? Caroline? Me?" He asked.
"Jeremy and I have made it work long distance before, when I was going after you. Besides, as Elena has pointed out in the past, I'm going to be forever sixteen and it's not gonna work long term anyhow. Caroline's a big girl; she can handle me leaving. You… You, I'm just done with, like you're obviously done with me!" I turned to walk into the house, but he caught my arm, turning me around.
"Hey, hey, what are you talking about?" He demanded.
"What am I talking about? I'm talking about you! I'm talking about how you're always going to be putting Elena first! Before me, your sister!"
"When have I done that?"
"How about since we came back to Mystic Falls?! You know, you know, I hate it when you and Damon fight and that's all you two have been doing. You know I don't like her, yet she's at our house every single day! She might as well live here now for crying out loud! You know I love Jeremy, yet you let her compel him to do whatever she thinks is right. You always take her side on everything! You didn't even come to rescue me when I was captured by Klaus for the sacrifice because you were with Elena!" I was yelling now. He looked completely shocked, like none of this had crossed his mind before now. I yanked my arm away and stalked off into the house.
I was in my bedroom, throwing clothes into my suitcase, when Jeremy walked in.
"When did you plan on telling me that you were leaving town?" He demanded. I balled up a tank top and threw it into the suitcase.
"Later. Damon might not actually leave. I'm only leaving if he does." I explained. I went to my closet to grab some shoes. Jeremy blocked my path as I tried to go back to my suitcase with some high-tops in hand. I looked up at him.
"Why?" He asked. I walked around him and threw my shoe into the suitcase before sitting down on the end of my bed. He sat down next to me.
"Because I'm tired of pretending that I'm not hurting. I know she's your sister and you love her, but Elena has pretty much ruined my life." I got up again and went to my desk.
"Beth, come on! Leaving down is a little drastic don't you think?" He was begging now. I grabbed some of my books and shoved them into my suitcase.
"I'd say how everyone bends over backwards for Elena is a little drastic. I'm going with Damon. I'm sorry, Jeremy." His phone rang. He looked at it and then walked out of the room to answer it. I grabbed a leather jacket and was just about to put it in my suitcase when he came back in.
"How about helping Damon and I kill a vampire hunter?" He suggested. I half smiled and slipped into the leather jacket.
"What are vampire girlfriends for?"
Damon and I hid out behind a rack of medical supplies in the hospital supply closet, waiting for the vampire hunter.
"So what are you thinking? New York?" Damon asked.
"Uh… No. Too many people, too busy all around." I disagreed.
"Do you want to go Forks to see if there really are sparkly vampires there?" He asked me with a smirk.
"Nah. If there are, I don't want to meet them. How about some random town? Just drive until we find one we like?" I suggested.
"I like it." He agreed, nodding.
"I like it too. When are we leaving?" Klaus said, coming to stand beside us.
"Klaus, no." I told him. He rolled his eyes.
"Alright, I'll be a good boy and stay behind. But Rebekah and I have run so many times, I know a runaway when I see one. Or two. What are you running from?" He asked. Just then the door opened.
"Is a hospital really the best place for a germaphope?" The hunter asked. Damon walked from around the rack. I grabbed the two arrows we needed that just happened to be attached to bombs. Klaus took one from me, giving me a nod of agreement.
"Did I say I was a germaphope? Pft, sorry, I meant vampire." The hunter pulled out a gun, but I darted forward, sticking one of the arrows into his leg. Klaus darted around him, shoving the other one into his side. I kicked the gun away from him. Klaus smirked down at him.
"Hello, mate!" Conner tried to pull the arrow out of his side.
"Keep it up, idiot, and we'll be scraping you off the ceiling. Anyone else in the mood for barbequed hunter?" I asked sarcastically.
"You guys are gonna kill me anyway." He mumbled.
"Well, let's not be too hasty. I feel like we're just getting to know each other." Klaus said.
"Let's start with the basics. Where are you from, what do you know, maybe you can cue me in on this 'great evil' because I've fought this guy-." He jabbed his thumb towards Klaus, who smirked. "-and there's nothing more evil than that."
"Yeah, truth be told, I'm as evil as it gets!" Klaus agreed.
"I'm not telling you anything. And if you think if you kill me, it'll be over, there's another waiting to take my place." The hunter growled.
"See, this is what I like to hear: vague threats, ominous prophecies, disappearing tattoos." Damon leaned against a rack as he said it.
"What do you mean tattoos?!" Klaus demanded at once.
"Don't bother; you can't see 'em…. Little Gilbert can, which is weird because normally everything flies over his head." Damon mused.
"Hey!" I protested against the insult. He ignored me. Klaus kneeled down next to him.
"There's more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?" Faster than I could see, the hunter tried to stake Klaus. Klaus caught his wrist.
"Nice try, but I'm faster than your average vampire." Klaus grabbed the stake out of his hand. He saw the mark carved into it.
"You're one of the Five." He whispered, in shock as it seemed.
"The what?" Damon and I asked in unison.
"And I'm faster than your average hunter." Conner was about to pull the string to set off the bomb. Damon grabbed me and darted out of the room with me. The bomb exploded behind us, sending us flying into the air. Damon landed on top of me.
"Ow." I complained. He rolled off me. I pushed myself to my feet and looked behind me as the massive fireball slowly died down.
Firefighters and police officers were inside the room where the bomb went off. Carol Lockwood, Damon and I were talking out of earshot from everyone else.
"So the sniper was inside?" Carol asked.
"Still is. In tiny little pieces." Damon said with a smirk.
"Good. I'll cancel the curfew and call off the extra patrols. I can't say I approve of your methods."
"Few people do. You're welcome." I told her. She rolled her eyes. Damon went after Meredith while I hurried over to Jeremy.
"Still leaving when Damon does?" He inquired.
"Jeremy-."
"I get it, okay? If Elena left town and left all this behind her, I would eagerly follow her." He told me. I nodded and hugged him.
"Damon might not leave. He's been known to change his mind because of a certain brunette doppelganger before." I reminded him.
"True." He agreed, nodding.
"Besides, knowing this town, something else will come up and I'll need to help you out."