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"We came up with the fire light,

Raised in the black of night,

Falling like angels to the floor,"

Kings and Queens and Vagabonds

-Ellem

Georgie.

The knowledge hit her out of nowhere, she was Georgie.

She didn't know much else, but she had a feeling she should, that she needed to know more.

What's your name? She kept her hand pressed to the girls head.

I don't know, the silent voice was weak but there.

Georgie felt something in herself, like a spark of hope. A chance that shouldn't wouldn't be completely alone for the rest of eternity.

Where are we?

The girl shuddered and Georgie felt her pain as she remembered, she had been so angry she had lost control, she remembered the sound of their necks breaking. The sound echoed in her head as she answered, her silent voice shuddered, hell.

•••

Bonnie walked down the stairs, she took a deep breath before she went into the cell.

Enzo opened his eyes but other than that stayed completely still.

"Hungry?" She sat in front of him, careful not to get with his reach.

"You shouldn't be down here." He said quietly.

"I told you, I'm not giving up-" she stopped when she realized what he had said. "What?"

"I'm half starved you shouldn't be down here," when she didn't move he sighed irritably. "Would you just get out?"

She stood, taking a few steps forward before kneeling in front of him. She watched him with narrowed eyes. "Enzo?"

He looked at the wall, avoiding her gaze. "Do you ever listen to a damn thing anyone tells you?"

"Enzo," her tone was demanding.

He looked at her, clearly annoyed. "You know this why you've died three bloody times. You can never listen to anyone-"

She leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his.

He was still for a second before kissing her back fiercely, like he was desperate for the contact. But after just a moment he pulled away. "Get out," he said thickly.

"I'm not-"

"Get out," he hissed, black veins pulsing around his eyes, canines sharpening.

She stood and backed away. "Enzo," she almost whimpered, feeling weak and helpless. She hated that feeling.

"Get out!" He roared.

She turned and walked out.

•••

Damon cruised down the highway towards Whitmore campus. He wasn't sure why but that's where he was heading.

Blue and red lights flashed behind him. He pulled over with a sigh, he was so not in the mood to deal with this.

The officer got out of his car and came to look in his window. "Sir, are you aware you were going twenty over the speed limit?"

"I didn't and I don't particularly care," Damon said. "If you have sense of any kind of sense you'll get back in your car and let me be on my way."

"I'm going to need you to step out of your vehicle."

Well, he warned him. Damon got out of his car, pulling the sunglasses off the officers face and throwing them over his shoulder. Before he could say anything Damon compelled him. "Tell me the worst thing you've ever done."

"I had an affair with my wife's sister," he said.

Damon smirked. "I hope it was worth it."

He lunged forward, ripping at his throat. Blood spilled down his chin and dripped onto his shirt. After he was almost drained Damon let him go, watching his body fall back onto the road.

"Guess you should've been faithful," he muttered getting back in his car.

•••

Stefan was getting worried about Alaric, he had disappeared yesterday then showed up that morning acting completely normal, no sign he was even upset much less mourning.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He finally asked.

Ric looked up from the book he was looking over. "Why would we talk about it?"

"Maybe because your friend, a girl you cared about, is dead."

"People die all the time, it's Mystic Falls."

Stefan frowned. "Okay, I don't think how often it happens effects your ability grieve."

"Really, Stefan?" He snapped. "Because I've lost so many people, Isobel, Jenna, Jo, Elena is in a goddamn coffin! Now Georgie. I lose everyone I care about, I guess I'm getting used to it."

Stefan tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make it worse. But before he could Ric stood. "I'm going to check on Sybil."

Stefan watched his friend leave. Just one more thing to worry about.

•••

Matt hadn't left Sybil all night. She was oddly talkative after he had refused to let her into his mind.

"How'd you get off the island?" Matt said immediately wishing he hadn't.

Sybil seemed delighted by his question. "My sister and I were trying to lure a vessel to the island, but unlike most it resisted our call. They even steered away from the rocky shores. My sister, infuriated by their resistance to our call, sent out a physic signal so powerful it knocked her unconscious. The ship stayed where it was, but they did send a small boat to the island. Knowing my sister would be hungry when she woke I went to meet the boat at the shore,"

"I thought no boat could survive the shores of your island?" He said.

She smiled pleasantly, happy that he was paying attention. "It was just a life boat, small enough that, like my raft, it survived the rocks and washed up on the shore."

"But unlike you, they were going to get eaten once they reached the island," Matt said.

"Yes, at least that's what I intended. But as I walked to these men I realized they were unlike others," she stood from the bed and instead dragged the chair to the window and sat there. "They resisted my call, much like you. But unlike you they were not so pure of heart, they knew what I was and hated me for it. They had the fork, from where it came I still don't know, but they used it against me. With the belief that I was the only one they took me back to their ship, ripping me away from the only unconditional love I had ever known."

Matt raised his brows at this. "Unconditional love? From the girl who forced you to become a cannibal?"

"She did something monstrous to save the only person she had ever loved. She forfeited the last of her humanity so I wouldn't have to live with the guilt of survival."

"You ate people. You should feel guilty."

"Eat, present tense," she said.

Matt was going to be sick. She looked too innocent to be such a monster. How old was she when she became this? Seventeen? Eighteen, maybe?

And when did she stop holding on to her humanity? She had tried to be good, when had she decided it was easier to be evil?

She smiled. "Anyway, off to Mystic Falls I went."

He sat forward. "Mystic Falls?"

"Horrible town. They starved me and cut me up to test my healing, not to mention ripped out my throat periodically to make sure I couldn't use my abilities. After they were done they sold me to the Armory, where I starved and rotted until Bonnie let me loose, I still haven't thanked her for that," she shrugged dismissing the notion and started studying her nails.

Matt stood from where he sat against the wall and came to the window, bracing his arms on the sill and leaning close to the glass. "I'm not going to say what they did to you wasn't awful, your village and the people who took you, but did you ever stop to realize all you were doing was proving them right?"

She looked up at him, there was nothing but resolve in her eyes. She said it with absolute conviction. "They were right. I'm a monster, I will always be a monster. I know what you're thinking and I am telling you this now, you are wrong. There is no redemption. Not for me."