"Arabella," I heard someone whisper. I groaned in response. I felt exhausted, all I wanted to do was sleep some more. But the surface I was lying on wasn't comfortable. Slowly, my eyes blinked open. I was surrounded by trees, so I knew I was still on the island. "Day?" I groaned out. The person chuckled at the sleepy tone of my voice. "No, not exactly." 'Wait a minute,' I thought as I finally recognized the voice. My body shot up, eyes wide open, looking around frantically. "No need to be frightened." I turned to look behind me, my eyes instantly setting into a glare. "How are you alive? Damon killed you." Shane chuckled again and nodded his head. "Yes, he did."

"How'd this happen?" Damon shouted in a hushed voice. He and Stefan were standing at the entrance to the caves while Elena stayed in the tomb with Jeremy's dead body. Damon's eyes were panicked, filled with a slight grief, but mainly fear. "It was Katherine," Stefan said with a sigh. "She must have been following us this whole time." Damon nodded his head then looked at his brother with hopeful and fearful eyes. "What about the cure, or Silas?" "If there was anything in there at all, it's all gone," Stefan said with a shrug. "Where the hell is Gene?" Damon mumbled angrily, but Stefan still heard him. "I have no idea. She ran off with Rebekah, then you said she ran into the caves alone. Bonnie said she was with her and Jeremy, but then Katherine knocked her out. And she was gone when she woke up. No trace of Gene or Silas." Damon's eyes were furious. This whole trip Gene did nothing but piss him off, and now she's vanished? He knew there was something off about her, and he was angry with her. But he could still worry.

After a moment of silence Stefan spoke, "Damon, Elena is in there waiting for the Gilbert ring to bring Jeremy back to life." "Okay, fine. I'll wait with her," Damon grumbled then made to go into the tunnels. Before he could enter Stefan outstretched his arm to block the way. "Damon, listen to me. Jeremy was one of the Five, a Hunter." Damon's face was confused for a second, but it immediately filled with realization. He let out another sigh. "He's supernatural. The ring won't work anymore." Silence fell between the two brothers again as they both thought the same thing. "She won't survive this," Damon said

"Here," Shane said as he kneeled down next to me, and outstretched his wrist to me. My eyes shot to his with a questioning glance, but he was completely oblivious to how odd this was. "You're tired, you need blood. And unless you want to find an animal to drink from, I'm your only option. I watched him for a moment, searching for any ulterior motives in his eyes. When I couldn't find any, I grabbed his wrist and sank my fangs into it. He let out a small groan as I drank, but didn't object. The second his blood touched my tongue I felt a surge of energy and power rushing into my body. The sensation was unlike any I had ever experienced.

And then all at once, I began to get flashes of visions. I saw a small village from ancient times, a young man and woman madly in love, and a woman thrown aside. The visions began to overwhelm my senses, and I detached myself from his wrist.

My eyes shot up to his face, and for an instant, I thought I saw Stefan. "How are you alive?" I asked him. "It was Silas. He helped me. You did it, Arabella. He's risen." Slowly, he reached a hand out to me. My hand moved to accept his offer, but something inside me was wary. 'No!' a voice shouted inside me. Before I could place my hand in his I found myself shouting out, "Get away from me!" Shane seemed shocked for a moment, but then a smirk filled his face. "I know you're angry with me, but now you'll see everything I did, all those lives lost, they weren't in vain. Silas is gonna bring them back." My eyes narrowed at him as I shook my head and stood up. "What you want to do isn't natural." I walked a small distance from him. 'Run!' something inside me kept screaming. I shook my head and continued to glare at him.

"You can't bring back the dead." "I think you'll change your mind now." My glare fell as a deep nervousness set inside my stomach. "What do you mean, 'now'?" "When you awoke Silas he had to feed to gain his strength. He'd been desiccating for almost 2,000 years. He needed blood. You fed him Jeremy's blood." My mind raced with memories that I had no recollection of. I felt as if someone were showing me a video of something that had happened, rather than actually remembering something I had done. As the images flashed inside my mind I saw the events that had transpired. "No," I whispered. "Silas drained him of his blood, Arabella. Jeremy is dead." The words felt like a punch to the stomach. As soon as I realized what I had done a whimper escaped my lips, and a wave of sobs poured out.

Inside the Gilbert House, Elena sat in Jeremy's room while his dead body lay in his bed. She was gently rubbing her hand against his cheek and holding his hand. Her eyes were filled with a forced calm, and she stared patiently at her brother's body.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Caroline held a large bucket of water she was using to scrub the burnt spot on the flooring from Kol's body. As she dumped it into the sink she spoke to Stefan. "How long has she been like that?" she asked him. He let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders, "Ever since we found his body. She hasn't said anything except that she's waiting for him to wake up." Caroline' face filled with worry. Slowly she turned to Stefan, "But he's not going to wake up. She knows that, right?" Stefan immediately held a finger up to his lips to shush her, then walked over to the sink. He quickly turned on the faucet, then turned to her with a serious face. "Look. Deep down, I think she has to, but we're talking about Elena here. She feels grief more powerfully than anyone else. I think her denial is the one thing protecting her from letting it all in." "But she can't stay like that forever," Caroline argued. Stefan let out a forced sigh and nodded his head, "I know, but I don't want to be the one to break her out of it. I mean, she needs Bonnie right now, but she's a mess. And Damon volunteered to take her home." Caroline's face filled with shock, and Stefan nodded his head with a face that screamed 'yeah, I know.' "I think we need to wait for Damon to, you know," Stefan left off. "Use the sire bond to convince her that everything is okay?" Caroline finished. Stefan nodded his head with a somber expression, just as Elena entered the kitchen.

"I'm not in denial," she said as she walked over to the sink and turned off the faucet. "I know that he was supernatural, but did you see?" she asked gesturing towards the stairs. "His tattoo is gone. The tattoo had the spell that opened Silas' chamber. Maybe it being gone means that he's fulfilled his supernatural destiny. Maybe he's back to normal. It's possible, right?" Caroline and Stefan both looked at each other before worriedly looking back at Elena. "Elena," Caroline had began to say, but was cut off. "It's possible, Caroline. There's a chance. It may be miniscule, but it's hope and I'm gonna hold on to that hope with everything that I've got because there's no way that m-," Elena left off. Her eyes began to water at the thought of what she was about to say, and she had to take in a deep breath to finish. "There's absolutely no way that my brother is dead." Without saying another word she left. Caroline and Stefan both stood shocked.

After Shane told me the news I collapsed on the floor in sobs. The sheer pain I was feeling in my chest was tearing me apart. It's bad enough that Jeremy is dead, but to know that I killed him? My heart felt like it was being ripped into thousands of tiny shreds. "Arabella, here. Drink this. It'll calm you down," Shane said handing me a mug. My sad eyes immediately landed on him in a hard glare, and the cup he was giving to me flew from his grasp. "I don't want anything that you give me!" I shouted as I got up and shoved past him. "Jeremy's dead. My best friend is dead," I sobbed. Behind me I heard the roaring of the campfire grow immensely. "Arabella, be careful." I heard his words, but I couldn't stop the waves of magic that flowed off me. "Don't let your magic get out of control," he shouted to me.

Behind me I heard the deafening roar of the crackling fire. My back was burning from the heat being displaced. But my heart was in pieces. Another wave of sobs racked my body and I collapsed to the floor, placing my face in my hands. 'Arabella!' My magic immediately got back under control, the heat burning my back vanished, but my sobs continued. "Hey," Shane said kneeling in front of me, "I am not gonna let you fall apart. I'm not gonna let you." He soothingly began to rub a hand up and down my back as he whispered into my ear, "Silas needs you. He can bring Jeremy back." My sobs stopped as I sniffled and listened to his words. "He can bring everyone back, and you're gonna help him, okay? "You're gonna see Jeremy again."

My mind raced as I paced back-and-forth in my office. I was finally free from Bonnie's spell. I should be relaxing. But every cell in my body was jumping up and down with nerves. My stomach was filled with an unsettling feeling, and there was only one reason for it all.

'Genevieve.'

Something was wrong. I could feel it in my very soul. She is hurt. Not physically, but emotionally, mentally. My body was shaking, and I knew it was the feeling of her sobbing. I was fuming with anger at this point. Desperate to figure it all out, figure out why my little vie was crying, who caused her this pain, and kill them for it.

But there was another feeling. A deep pain in my chest. And although I wanted someone to pay for this heart-wrenching feeling that she was experiencing, I knew that she had done it to herself.

'What do you do when the woman you love is destroying herself?'

Elena was standing in the doorway of her room. Her face was emotionless, and her eyes were scanning over everything. As she looked over the window seat her eyes froze on her journal. She quickly walked over to it and picked it up, then left and walked back into Jeremy's room. She was staring silently at Jeremy's face when Meredith walked in. "Elena?" she asked worriedly. Elena's face filled with confusion as she looked at Meredith with a slight resentment. "Meredith? What are you doing here?" "I came to check on your brother. May I?" Elena nodded her head and Meredith immediately walked over to Jeremy and lifted his arm to check for a pulse. "You're not gonna find any vitals. It's the same thing that Ric used to go through. He'd just be dead until then he wasn't. Once, I remember he was gone for almost an entire day. Ric died, like, 4 times before he lost his mind and Jeremy has died a few times, too- 3, I think- so we're gonna have to-" she paused her ramble and turned to look at the doorway as Stefan entered. "So we'll have to keep an eye on him because I don't want him to go crazy just like Ric did."

Meredith didn't respond to Elena, but turned to look at Stefan instead. They shared a serious glance and Stefan nodded his head. "Elena…" Meredith said gently as she slowly approached her, "it looks like Jeremy died of extreme blood loss. His neck also appears to be broken. The lack of blood explains why there's no lividity, but his muscles have tightened past the point of rigor mortis." "No," Elena immediately retorted. "If he's left unattended to, soon he'll start to bloat. Within a few hours, his skin will discolor, and-" "No. He's-Stop, okay?" Elena interrupted as she walked over to Jeremy's body. "Just stop. He's not dead." "I need you to release the body to me. We'll get him to a funeral home and prepare him for a viewing where you and his friends can say goodbye to him."

Without a word, Elena rushed at Meredith and slammed her against the wall, vampire face showing. "He's not dead, okay?" Stefan immediately ran over to the two woman and pulled Elena off of Meredith. "Elena, stop it." She didn't hear a word he said. She struggled against his grip and tried to free herself to attack Meredith. "Now you're all about science? Where was your science when you used vampire blood to save my life, huh? There is no science here. It's just magic. We need magic. We have to find Bonnie. Bonnie can fix this. Somebody just get me Bonnie!"

"Elena," Matt said as he entered the room. She instantly calmed down and looked at him with a sad gaze. But he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were glued on Jeremy's body, and his face began to crumble. "No. No. No, Matt. It's fine," she said walking over to him. "It's okay. It's okay." She slowly and gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hug him as his eyes quickly began to tear up. "Bonnie will fix it soon, and she'll bring Jeremy back, and it'll be all fine. Everything's gonna be fine," she whispered to herself. "It'll be fine. It'll be fine."

Shane had convinced me to take a walk with him, although I only agreed because I needed to calm myself down. For some reason my emotions were more heightened than usual, and it was getting a bit hard to control. "We got to get you home if you're gonna help Silas raise the dead," Shane said all of a sudden. My eyes shot to him in confusion. "I never said I would help him. Why can't he do it himself?" "Not everyone is blessed with the gift of being a hybrid, Arabella." My eyes fell to the ground for a moment, the voice inside me screaming again. 'Don't listen to him! Run!' I wanted to listen to it, but everything in my body told me to stay. "Well, Silas can't do magic. He was a witch, but after he became immortal, that ended. Qetsiyah chose to punish him by removing his magic from him. That's why I was teaching Bonnie Expression, so she could do his work for him. But you're much more powerful than she is, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, but even I can't do the kind of magic you're talking about." Shane stepped in front of me to block my path then looked at me with a serious face. "You can if you use the power of 3 massacres. Each massacre of 12 marks the earth with power, and you can tap into that power." "Three? But there's only been two," I said with a confused face. Shane pursed his lips a bit and nodded his head. "You and I are gonna complete the triangle." My eyes widened in shock as I stammered to find the words to say. "We?" Shane sighed, "Look, there needs to be another massacre, but it's okay. They're gonna come back. It's worth it." "I'm not helping you kill 12 people, Shane."

Shane grabbed onto both sides of my arms, and I swear on my life, it actually hurt. His eyes were burning with rage as he looked at me, and for a second I was scared. "Won't you, if it meant you could see Jeremy again, Alaric, everybody you or your friends have ever lost? I think you would." I was tempted to accept his offer. My heart wanted to. Being able to bring back the people we've lost was a big opportunity, but Esther's message echoed in my head. 'If it is not defeated it will bring back all supernatural creatures from the Other Side.' "No," I said as I pulled my arms out of his grip. I turned to run away from him, but tripped on a tree root.

"Fuck!" I shouted out, preparing to land on my hands and knees, but instead I landed on a hard chest. When I looked down at my hands I saw that they were covered in blood. And when I looked down at who I had landed on a whimper escaped my lips. "Jeremy?" I cried out. He was lying underneath me, blood had soaked the neck of his shirt, and it was smeared across his face. "Gene, it hurts," he groaned out. My hands frantically grabbed at his cheeks to prove to myself that he was real. "Jeremy," I whimpered out when I felt the warmth of his skin against my hands. "Help me." I nodded my head, "I can help you. I'll help you. I can help you," I stammered as I placed my hands on his heart to begin chanting a healing spell.

Before I could start it a strong gust of wind blew my hair into my face. I squinted my eyes as various leaves and clouds of dirt flew around, but when it stopped he was gone. My eyes widened in shock at the spot my best friend was just lying in. "No," I mumbled as I looked around for any signs of him. "He asked you to help him, didn't he? He needs your help. You can do this, Arabella. You know you can." I silently stared down at my hands that were touching Jeremy's cheeks only seconds ago. I could swear I could still feel his warmth. With a deep, shaky breath, I looked up at Shane with watery eyes. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Elena was sitting quietly at the kitchen table when Matt brought over two mugs. One for him and one for her. As he sat down, he set them both down. The sound of the glass hitting the wood knocked Elena out of a daze. "You're not dosing me again, are you?" she joked. Matt chuckled, Poison your best friend once, and suspicion follows you forever." Elena smiled at him as she grabbed her mug. "Where are Bonnie and Damon?" Matt asked. "Bonnie was torn up about what happened, so Damon offered to take her home. Matt chuckled again, "That's funny. Doesn't he hate her?" "He doesn't hate her. I think he actually kind of loves her. You're mean to people that you care about." "That's some messed-up logic." "Damon logic," Elena said nodding her head at him.

Matt and Elena were both silent, unsure of what to say, or what would be appropriate to say in this moment. She was taking a sip of her drink when Matt let out a sigh, "Listen. I want you to go somewhere with me." Elena's eyes shot to Matt with a shocked look, and she instantly began shaking her head. "I can't leave Jeremy." She was about to begin rambling, but Matt held his hand up to stop her. "Elena... There's nothing you can do right now, okay? Stefan can stay here with him. Come with me." Elena was hesitant about agreeing, and was set on saying no. But Matt gently placed his hand on hers, and looked at her with so much worry, that her resolve crumbled and she agreed.

"I'll do whatever it takes. Whatever you ask of me, I'll do it," I said to Shane. He had a sinister smirk on his face as he kneeled down in front of me. "Then you will see him again. There's just a few things we have to do first." My face filled with confusion, and Shane stood from his kneeling position and began to walk around me. "When Silas was buried by the witch Qetsiyah, she left him with the cure and two choices. Stay immortal and rot or take the cure and eventually die in there of old age." "He's been trapped in there for 2,000 years. At some point wouldn't death by old age have been better? I mean, why put yourself through all that pain?" Shane smiled down at me. A genuine smile, and for a miniscule moment, I felt safe. "Because, you see, Qetsiyah had already one-upped him. She knew that he wanted to die so that he could find peace, be reunited with his one true love. So she created the Other Side as a purgatory for all supernatural beings, ensuring that if he died, he'd end up there forever. That's where you come in."

"Why does it have to be me?" I questioned. "Shouldn't it be Bonnie? She's a descendant of Qetsiyah." "Ideally, yes, Bonnie would be the one to do it. But she isn't nearly as strong as you are. You can easily make the Other Side go away." I was silent for a moment. I tried to think of every possible outcome, all the dangers of going through with such a crazy plan. But my mind was clouded with the image of Jeremy's bloodied body asking me to help him. After a moment of trying to decide, I let out a sigh, "How?"

She was finally home. After talking with Shane, Gene got a plane and came back. Damon picked her up from the airport and brought her where everyone was.
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She was getting out of his car when she saw Caroline hanging up her phone. She immediately ran over to Gene and gave her a hug. "Thank God. We were so, so worried." "I'm okay," she mumbled out. Damon was silent, and Gene knew what he was thinking. That she was crazy. But if he knew everything she did, he wouldn't. "Could you get Stefan out here?" he asked Caroline. Gene had already walked inside, and Caroline hadn't heard the urgency in Damon's voice. "They said that Gene knows what to do." "Caroline," he repeated in a serious voice, getting her attention, "I need to talk to my brother." "What's wrong?" she asked, but he only gestured to Gene as she walked through the front door.

"It's called an Expression triangle. I need to complete it for Silas," Gene explained to Matt, Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena as they all sat around in the Gilbert living room. "What?" Matt asked in shock.

"She's out of her mind, Stefan," Damon practically growled out. "The nutty professor's got her totally brainwashed."

"Gene, you can't kill 12 people." "I know it sounds crazy, but it's the only way to get enough power," she argued. Everyone's faces were filled with skepticism and worry. Elena's eyes were emotionless, and she stared blankly at the spot right in front of Gene's feet. "To do what?" Caroline asked hesitantly.

"I mean, the whole drive back home, all she could talk about was how she's the one that can drop the veil between this side and the Other Side." Stefan had been silently listening. But hearing what Gene had said shocked him. "Drop the veil? What does that even mean?" "What it means is, the myth about Silas being able to raise the dead is not just one, or some. It's every supernatural being over there."

"Once the veil is dropped, the Other Side doesn't exist anymore. There's nothing separating us. We're all just one."

"Three massacres, three hot spots, and the witch spell of the century, and every supernatural being over there is back with a vengeance."

"Gene, you are talking like a crazy person. You are not killing 12 people, and you sure as hell can't invite every monster who has ever died back into this world," Caroline said matter-of-factly. Everyone was shocked, but Matt wasn't quite understanding how serious Gene was. "Caroline, I think she knows that," he said to her, but Gene's eyes were set. "I can do it. I have the power. We can bring 'everyone' back- Jeremy, Alaric, Vicki." As Elena listened her mind began to swim. Her heart was beating for the hopes that it could work, but her mind was telling her that she couldn't risk the world like this. "Gene, stop it. You can't just say these things." "It's gonna be fine…" Gene reassured just as the phone rang. Elena seemed to snap out of a daze, and immediately stood to go answer it. "I'll get it." "Elena, I'll get it-" Matt offered, but she snapped back at him. "I said I'll get it."

She robotically walked to the phone and picked it up just as Damon and Stefan entered the house. "Hello?" "Elena? It's April... Young. Um, I was looking for Jeremy, his cell phone keeps going straight to voicemail." Elena's face remained emotionless as she instantly replied, "Jeremy can't come to the phone right now. He's not-" she froze as she realized what she was about to say. Slowly, she took in a deep breath then said, "I'm sorry. He's dead." She immediately hung up the phone, ignoring everyone's shocked faces, and walked up the stairs.

She had entered Jeremy's room. His body was lying on the bed, covered in a blanket. Her emotionless eyes slowly began to fill with sadness and grief as she approached his body. And with a trembling hand, she lifted the blanket away from his face and stared at him. "Elena…" Damon said from the doorway. His face was filled with sadness and sympathy as he watched the girl he loved fall apart. "He's dead," she said as tears streamed down her cheeks. "He's dead. Damon, he's dead, and he's been dead this entire time, and I-" she stopped and her hand went to her mouth, "Oh, my god." She made a clear face of disgust and turned to look at Jeremy's body. "I can smell him." She turned back around to look at Damon, "How long has he smelled like that?" "Hey, talk to me. I can help you."

"How? How are you gonna help me? How?"she sniffled. Damon's eyes widened for a moment as he struggled to find the words to say. Eventually Elena let out a sigh and turned to him with a calm face, "Okay. Okay. We-we have to-we have to take care of his body. Bring him downstairs." "We shouldn't-" Damon started, but she interrupted him. "Just carry him down, please." Before Damon could say anything else Elena walked out of the room and down to the living room.

When she walked in everyone's eyes went to her. Bonnie, Stefan, and Caroline were all worried, but Elena was only scanning the room for one person. "Where's Gene?" "We told Matt to take her home. We thought it'd be best." "Okay," Elena said as she nodded her head, "I guess we're gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way." "Do what?" Elena didn't respond, but turned to Damon as he walked down the stairs. "Put his body on the couch." Without saying another word she walked into the kitchen. Everyone watched in awe as she look through the cabinets with a strong determination. "What are you doing?" Stefan asked as he watched her with wary eyes. She didn't say anything, just grabbed a bottle of lighter fluid and entered the living room.

She had began squirting the fluid everywhere as everyone watched, "We need a cover story, right? You think I didn't hear you guys talking earlier? Well, what are we gonna say-animal attack, 'tumbled down the stairs'? No. We burn the house down with him inside of it." "Elena, stop it," Stefan said in a firmer tone. "Why?" she asked with teary eyes. "Because you want me to not be in denial? You want me to face the truth? 'This' is the truth, Stefan. I don't want to live here anymore. I don't want these sketches," she shouted as she grabbed Jeremy's sketchpad and threw them across the room. "I don't want this Xbox," she said throwing the empty bottle of lighter fluid on the floor. She let out a groan as she walked back to the cabinets and pulled out a bottle of alcohol. "not gonna need this bourbon anymore. Alaric's not here to drink it, I mean, unless you guys are willing to bring back every supernatural creature on the Other Side to get him back." With broken eyes, Elena turned to Damon,

"Would you? I know you want your drinking buddy back." She walked up to him. His eyes were full of pain at her question, but he remained stoic. "Would you, Damon? Because I wouldn't " She let out a frustrated sigh and walked back over to Jeremy's body. Her eyes were emotionless as she haphazardly emptied the contents of the bourbon bottle over his body. "I don't know, I mean, does that make me a bad person? I-I have no idea." Her voice dropped down to a whisper. Her eyes had began to water, and she carefully leaned down to remove the Gilbert ring from his finger. She stared at it for a moment then threw it to Damon. "He's not gonna need that anymore."

"Elena, stop it. You're scaring me!" Caroline shouted as Bonnie remained stunned. Elena ignored her cry and turned to the fireplace. There sat a photo on the mantle, and she walked over and grabbed it. "What else are we supposed to do with the body, Caroline? I mean, there's no-there's no room in the Gilbert family plot." Elena's face crumbled and filled with pain as a sob left her lips. She was angry that she left it escape and threw the photo on the ground. The glass shattered, Bonnie flinched from the crashing sound, and Elena continued, "Jenna and-and John took the last spots." Elena groaned again as she threw the bourbon bottle against the wall. It shattered, frightening Bonnie again, and she walked over to the mantle. Her hand slowly grabbed at a small box, and from it she removed a match.

"No, no, Elena. Stop," Stefan told her, but she lit the match anyways. "There's nothing here for me anymore, Stefan. Every inch of this house is filled with memories of the people that I love that have died-my mom, my dad, Jeremy, and Jenna and Alaric, John, even John. I mean, they're all dead. Everyone is dead. So what am I supposed to-I mean, how am I gonna-I can't even-There's nothing left for me-aah!" The candle that was lit had burned to her fingers. She flinched and let it go, and the candle fell to the floor. Before it hit the floor, Damon vamped over and caught it in his hands.

Elena didn't pay anyone any attention. The forced calm she had been experiencing up until now was disappearing. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she finally let them fall. She crumbled to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably as everyone watched helplessly. "Elena, I need you to calm down," Damon said gently. He had moved so he was kneeling in front of her, but it didn't help. She was crying so hard she couldn't see a thing in front of her. "No, no, no, I can't. I can't. I can't. I-No. It hurts. It hurts. Just make it stop. Please make it stop. It hurts," she sobbed as she gripped at her hair. Damon watched with conflicted eyes. 'What do I do?' "Damon... Help her," Stefan pleaded.

Damon nodded his head, and before he could think to do anything else, he began speaking to Elena soothingly, "I can help you. I want you to let me help you." Damon gently put his hand on her cheek, and the meet touch of his skin against hers sent shivers down her spine. "I can help you." "How?" she sniffles out. Damon didn't answer right away. His eyes were filled with hesitation and regret. But with a heavy sigh he whispered, "Turn it off."

Stefan's face filled with complete and utter shock. "What? No, no." Damon silently held up his hand to stop anyone from speaking any further. "Just turn it off, and everything will go away. That's what you have to do. It's what I 'want' you to do. Just turn it off."

Everyone's eyes were on Elena. Her face was filled with pain, and slowly it all disappeared. Her eyes fell, and slowly they became empty voids.

Matt and I were pulling up in front of the Mansion. When he parked he gave me a worried look. "It's going to be okay, Matty, you'll see. I'll bring him back." I could tell that he wanted to believe me, but there was so much doubt in him that he couldn't. "Get some sleep, Gene. We'll talk tomorrow." I nodded my head at him and was about to get out when my door was practically ripped off its hinge.

Matt seemed scared, but I immediately outstretched my arms. Nik's arms wrapped tightly around my waist as he pulled me into a tight hug. "Thank God you're alright," he whispered into my neck. Nik was holding me in his arms walking into the house, but before we entered I waved goodbye to Matty. "Don't ever leave me again." "Never."

Nik continued to carry me, and although I thought he would take me to the bedroom, he went straight for his office. "Nik, what are you doing?" He didn't say anything, but when I pulled back to look at him he was smirking. "Do you know how long I have waited to have you?" he whispered huskily in my ear. A roar of shivers rioted through my body.

I was instantly pinned to the wall. His lips were on mine in a second as he kissed me with a deep hunger. "I missed you," he whispered in between kisses. I let out a giggle as I reached my hands down and pulled his shirt over his head. "I can see that." We began kissing again. His hands were hungrily moving up and down my body. Then I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. When I pulled him tighter against me he let out a loud groan.

Before I knew it we were on the other side of the room and I was sitting on his desk. With one quick swipe of the arm all his things were on the floor. Our kisses were deep and passionate, and just feeling his lips on mine made me want him. Nik kissed my lips then slowly started moving them downward. When his lips reached my neck he started sucking on my sweet spot. A loud moan escaped my lips as I threw my head back and clawed at his shoulder blades. I could feel my nails digging into his flesh, the groan of pleasure that rumbled his throat as he sucked on my neck, and the hardness that was being pressed between my legs. My mind was in a frenzy of ecstasy when Nik abruptly pulled my shirt over my head.

The frenzy that we were just in had quickly vanished, and now I just stared at him in awe. 'How could he possibly be mine?' I thought. With a radiant smile he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. These kisses weren't rushed and lustful, but slow and full of love. As we continued kissing I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he began to unbutton my jeans. When he finished, he expertly slid them down my waist then lifted me up as he pulled them off my legs.

So there I sat in my bra and thong. Nik was looking me over and I could see a hunger in his eyes, but at the same time he was scared. I flirtatiously bit my lip then said, "You don't have to be careful with me." As soon as I said it his lips were on mine and he was grabbing my hips, pulling me so close to him that I could feel his heart beating in sync with mine. "I need you," he whispered in my ear. His breath caused my skin to shiver and goosebumps to rise. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and threw them on the ground, then threw his underwear on the ground as well.

He was standing completely nude, his erection was standing at attention, and I wanted him. With one hop up, I slipped off my thong, because Lord knows he would have ripped it off. When I threw my thong across the room he was already pushing himself inside me. A loud moan of pain and ecstasy escaped my lips as he entered me, and my walls stretched around him. Before I could even get used to him inside me he was pounding in and out.

My mind went numb as I desperately clawed into his back to grab onto him. His hands were gripping dangerously tight onto my hips, and I knew there would be bruises all over my body later. His hips thrusted in and out of me at a fast and hard pace. "Niklaus!" I moaned out in between ragged breaths. Hearing my voice caused a low growl of pleasure to rumble out of his throat. While he slammed into me my mind was in a haze, but I grabbed onto his back, then grabbed his neck and pulled his lips down to mine.

Our lips hungrily attacked each other's. Each more passionate than the next. Then I flipped him over and slammed him down against the desk. There was a loud cracking sound, then one of the legs of the table splintered, but it held us. I smirked as I jumped on top of him and rubbed my opening against the shaft of his erection. It sent a wave of pleasure through my body as I leaned back on my hands and continued to move my hips. "Genevieve," he growled out in pleasure and frustration. His way of saying 'Stop teasing me.'

With a giggle I grabbed his erection and placed it at my entrance. I rubbed his head against me, letting out a slight moan, then positioned myself on my feet so I could bounce on him. With one movement he was inside me and I was beginning to move up and down. I let out airy moans as I leaned forward, putting my hands on his chest, and bounced up and down. "Oh god," I moaned out when Nik placed his hands on my chest. His hands were rough and demanding on my hips, but as he massaged my breasts they were gentle and giving. Then he pulled me down to him, and he began to bite and suck on my nipples. My body was going crazy with pleasure. I had forgot I was moving up and down and hadn't realized it until I felt him slamming into me again. He pounded me fast and hard, but gently nibbled on my nipples at the same time.

"I'm coming," I moaned out into his neck. He let out another growl then pulled my face to his and kissed me. Although he was already moving in and out of me at a fast pace, he started going faster. Nothing could stop the loud moans that escaped my lips. And then I reached my climax. Nik kept pumping in me regardless and seconds later I felt his hot sperm filling me up.