"So how did you find me?" Stefan repeated while Jenny flung herself on to the small sofa that was the only other seating in the little living room. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and she stubbornly refused to look at Damon.

"That's a discussion for another time," he said with a significant glance at the obviously upset Jenny. "What kind of greeting was that, by the way? I thought these little piss ante towns still had things like Welcome Wagons. Do you always rush into your home with stakes in hand?"

Stefan shrugged. "No one we know would be in our house. People here just don't do things like that. So you had to be an out-of-towner, and we can't take a chance after that slayer business in Mystic Falls. They never give up, so it's kill them first or be killed."

"Wow!" Damon joked. "Little brother, you've actually gotten some sense into that head of yours. When did that happen?"

"Stop with the jokes. Why are you here? It's never good news when you track me down." Stefan seemed resigned to hearing bad news.

"Well, you're right about the news. I have it from a reliable source that there are some witches and vampires out to kill me. So I got out of Mystic Falls so nobody there would get hurt."

Stefan's brow furrowed. "What? Why?"

Damon shrugged. "I have no idea who or why?"

"That makes no sense." Stefan was clearly puzzled.

Jenny made a disgusted grunting noise.

Damon turned to her. "You obviously have something to say, so say it!"

"Can you really be that stupid?" She turned her head away again and shrugged, saying to the wall. "What are you saying? Of course, he's that stupid."

"So tell us, Miss Charm School!" Damon said impatiently.

Stefan sat down next to her and quietly pleaded, "Jenny, please tell us what you know."

Jenny made no attempt to mask her dislike as she turned her gaze back on Damon. "Four years ago you killed a vampire called Lexi? Do you recall that?"

Stefan hung his head in shame while Damon had the grace to look apologetic for a moment before he shrugged it off.

"Yeah. And her boyfriend and I had it out. Thought it was over and done. So what?"

"And when you left that bar they found a witch named Bree on the floor with her heart lying next to her. Did that slip your mind, or do you remember that too?" Sarcasm dripped from Jenny's tongue.

"What?" Stefan was shocked, looking from Jenny to Damon. "Damon, you didn't?"

Damon and Jenny's gazes were locked on each other. Damon finally broke away, turning his head towards his brother as he explained, "She set me up for Lee to get me and then lied to me."

"Oh My God!" Stefan got up and walked around as if he didn't know how to handle the news. He ran his hand through his hair as he paced.

Jenny was bitter. "You know what was the really sad part? Everyone who knew Bree knew how much she loved you. As soon as she had too much to drink, she would tell everyone how you were the love of her life and how you broke her heart." A bitter laugh escaped her. "Guess you made it a reality, didn't you?"

Damon's mouth was set in a grim line, and he didn't reply. Jenny couldn't help herself. She had to get it out, and her words were pure venom. "You strung her along and used her to try to get your precious Katherine out of the tomb, and then when she couldn't do it you dumped her like she was a piece of dirt."

Damon and Stefan looked at each other, stunned. Damon leaned forward in the chair. "How do you know about Katherine?"

Jenny just sighed and the bubble of her anger seemed to deflate. "Oh my God, you two are so self-involved and oblivious. Everyone knows the Salvatore brothers and their constant bickering. How they were turned by Katherine Pierce. How they both loved her and spent the rest of their existence fighting each other because of her. Your story amuses a lot of vampires," she said quietly. "I knew who you were when I saw you in that chair. I was at Slater's when you and Rose came in."

Damon shrugged. "Don't remember seeing you."

"Of course, you didn't. You wouldn't even look at someone like me unless I had something you needed."

Damon couldn't help himself. "Yeah, I have discriminating taste, and you're not exactly in the beauty queen category."

Stefan intervened at that point. "Stop it, you two." He stopped his pacing and went and sat down next to Jenny. "Why now? Why after all this time are they coming after my brother?"

"It was only a matter of time. It got delayed because of everything that happened with the doppelganger. Everyone knew when Elijah came to town. Vampires are a closed community and unless you're a self-centered idiot"— she looked pointedly at Damon—"You're part of the grapevine. Word spreads fast."

She laughed again. "Almost every vampire in Richmond blew town when Elijah killed Slater, and when a couple of new ones came in and were found dead Virginia emptied out." She frowned. "And then the tale spread that Klaus came and was going up and down the east coast. Rumors were flying. Hybrids. It was wild. Then a slayer showed up. Everyone went into hiding. But it's been three years now, and rumor has it that the Originals are in Europe, and the slayer was killed."

She turned back to Damon and passionately said, "Did you think everyone would just forget about it and let it go? Lexi was probably the most well loved vampire that ever existed. She was everyone's friend. And Bree? Everyone passed through Bree's bar. She was totally tolerant of vampires, and she had tons of witch friends."

She pointed at Damon. "Your sins are gonna catch up with you!" She gave Damon a hard look. "To be honest, I could have killed you just now myself."

"I don't think so, but you're welcome to try again." Damon was never one to back down from a challenge.

"Stop it," Stefan said tiredly, holding his head in his hands. He looked up. "Bonnie can't help you?"

Damon shook his head and shrugged. "Some kind of witchy ju ju mumbo jumbo pact."

Jenny, frowning, held up a hand as if asking for patience. After a moment of thought, she said, "I imagine the witches would be Darcy and Kimme. They were close buds with Bree, like sisters. Before they attacked you in a town claimed by another witch there would be formalities."

"Claimed by another witch?" Stefan asked curiously. "I don't understand."

"I know this Bonnie you're talking about is a Bennett, and the Bennett clan is highly respected in the witch world. Same thing – closed group. They mostly all know each other or at least heard of the family line. And she's got relatives that would back her. Those two aren't all that powerful, and they wouldn't take a chance on messing with the Bennetts. But they got right on their side. A vampire killed a witch"—Jenny shrugged—"the Bennetts would stay out of it."

Damon had gotten most of this from Lucy already, but held his tongue not wanting to betray her.

"We're alone here, Damon. We don't know any witches?" He looked at Jenny, as if asking, but she just compressed her lips tightly and looked away.

Damon impatiently waved a hand, confidently saying, "I'm not here for help. I'll take care of this. I want you go back to Mystic Falls and keep Elena there.

Stefan dismissed his words immediately. "Elena has people watching her. I'm coming with you."

Jenny stormed from the room.

Damon eyes followed her and then said tongue in cheek, "Well, that went over well."

Stefan's eyes had also followed her and then turned back to Damon. "Do you think you were tracked?"

"I have it on the highest authority I have a two day start," Damon replied.

"How do you kn—"

Damon hushed Stefan with a finger to his lips and a toss of his head towards the door Jenny had stomped through.

"How did you find me?" Stefan asked for the third time.

"I was given the town." Damon, a self-conscious smile on his face, shrugged. "If I'm in your vicinity, I always seem to know where to find you. Guess it's the baby bro mothering instinct."

Stefan ignored the comment. "I need to get some things in order. Can we hold off leaving until tomorrow?"

Damon nodded.

"Do you need the sofa?" Stefan asked next.

"No. I'll drive my car out of town in case anyone else learned where you've been hiding from the world. You'll be safer without me here, just in case." Damon smirked. "Plus, I think you have some explaining to do."

He typed a few things on his phone and handed it to Stefan. Stefan typed a response, and the phone exchanged hands several times.

As soon as they had their plan set up, Damon got to his feet and sarcastically called out, "Gotta go now. Nice meeting you. All my love to you, Jenny."

A suggestion as to what he could do to himself, which was of course physically impossible, came from the back room.

"Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap now, young lady!" Damon made the playful retort as his brother pushed him out the door. Damon did manage however to secure the whiskey bottle before he was forcibly ejected.