Mystic Falls 2015
"You want us to go to Egypt," Damon stated, unsure if he had heard Alasdair correctly.
"There's a suit of pure white armor there, in Alexandria," Alasdair confirmed, "Two suits, actually. I need you to retrieve them both."
"Why us?" Stefan asked, "I mean, why can't you just waltz on in and take it yourself? I mean you're impervious to magic, and you just overpowered two powerful vampires like it was nothing. What's stopping you?"
"Irrelevant," Alasdair answered, "All you need to know is that there are two suits of all white armor in Alexandria, and I need you to retrieve them and bring them back to me."
"I'm sure that's something we can manage," Stefan agreed, "Now, first, we need you to drive the Heretics far away from here."
"Absolutely not," Alasdair replied, "You will retrieve my armor from Alexandria, and only after both sets are safely returned will I drive these Heretics out."
"We can't do that," Damon insisted, "We'd be leaving the town defenseless. Who's gonna protect trespassers? Deputy Doofus sure ain't gonna cut it."
Alasdair considered their protest, "Very well. I will protect any humans that wander onto the town's premises, and you will retrieve my armor."
The Salvatore brothers considered his offer. Making eye contact, both brothers could tell they were in agreement, and, in a rare moment of unity, they both nodded. "You have a deal," Stefan announced.
"Excellent," Alasdair smiled. "Now I believe you have some packing to attend to, and I will go off to protect the strays from getting put down." And with that he started strolling through the abandoned town.
"Well brother," Damon sighed, "let's pack for Egypt."
"Nah," Stefan said, "I'm not going."
"What?" Damon sputtered, "If we don't go, he's just going to leave us, and we'll be right where we started."
"I know," Stefan replied, "That's why you're going to Egypt. Take Bonnie and Alaric with you. I want to stay here, keep an eye on him, make sure he stays on our side."
"Alright," Damon grumbled, "Call me if he starts misbehaving."
"Will do," Stefan replied, both of their eyes glued to the retreating white back of their new mysterious ally.
Scotland 1046 BC
The wind was howling outside Alasdair's tent. Shivering, he wondered why he wasn't provided with any adequate clothing. He wondered why he was chained up in his own tent with nothing else in it. He wondered if Nefetari's story was true. And for the millionth time since his capture, he wondered why he specifically had been chosen to be "spared" from the slaughter.
Two soldiers walked into his tent, interrupting his musings. The invaders, no, "Egyptians", that's what Nefetari had called them, went and unlocked his chains. Grabbing him by the arms, they dragged him out into the blizzard.
"Where are we going?" Alasdair asked. "What are you going to do to me?"
The Egyptians gave no indication they even heard him, much less understood him. The wind whipped around them, making Alasdair long for the now cozy seeming confines of the tent. He was led towards a crowd of Egyptians. As he drew closer, he could see that they were arranged in a circle. He was unceremoniously dumped in the middle of this circle by his two escorts.
"Hello again Alasdair," Nefetari purred. She was dressed in her usual attire, holding the white stone from before, "ready to see the show?"
"What is that?" Alasdair wondered, gesturing at the stone in her hand.
"This is what's known as the Stone of Winter," Nefetari replied, "it is the physical source of all winter in the world. It is one of the most powerful artifacts on this world."
"What does it have to do with me?" Alasdair inquired, his fingers beginning to numb from the cold.
Nefetari smiled at his question, "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
Nefetari placed the stone in the center of the circle, directly between her and Alasdair. The witch began to chant, and the winds surrounding the group of Egyptians began to pick up. Nefetari raised her hands above her head, and snow picked up by the winds began to gather above her head. At the same time, the stone began to rise off the ground, eventually coming to head height. With a final phrase the snow rushed at the stone, and with a loud crack and a blinding flash of light the stone split into four parts. The nearest part to Alasdair began to move and shake, and then suddenly it flew towards Alasdair's head.
Mystic Falls 2015
Alasdair strolled through the empty streets of Mystic Falls, whistling a tune. As he made his third lap of the cemetery, he couldn't help but wonder if this was all just a waste of time. Then he heard the sounds of shuffling feet. Looking, he found the culprit, a young man with flowers wandering towards a grave.
"Oh look," He muttered to himself, "an imbecile."
Suddenly one of the Heretics, a blonde one, appeared out of nowhere and attacked him. Alasdair judged the distance. He realized he wouldn't be able to reach the man in time before he died. He thrust his hand in the direction of the river. Some of the water flew out of the river toward him, solidifying by the time it hit his hand into a spear of solid ice. Taking aim, he hurled it at the blonde siphoner, spearing her, and pinning her to the ground.
"Now that," Alasdair remarked, "Is no way to treat guests. What's your name young man?" He asked the bleeding mourner.
"Adam," he replied.
"Well Adam," Alasdair declared, compelling the kid, only he didn't have to look him in the eye, "Why don't you go back home, tell everyone you cut your neck falling on a rock, and then never come back here again."
"Ok," Adam replied, hurrying off towards the border.
"Now that that's settled," Alasdair announced, turning back to the blonde vampire who had just been able to extract herself from his ice spear, "What is your name, my lovely."
"Go to hell," She spat.
"Oh and wouldn't you like that," Alasdair sighed, "I won't ask a second time."
"Mary-Louise," she muttered.
"Well, Mary-Louise," Alasdair murmured, leaning in close, "Why don't you go back and tell your friends that any humans that come into town are under my protection, and if I catch one of you jonesing for a snack again, I will make you feel pain in ways you cannot imagine."
"Now run along," He continued, "And pray you never have to hear from me again."
