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Previously on Of love and other demons,

"Where is the dagger?" Elijah cut in without looking at anyone and staring at the walls of the cold cellar. The one he was thrown into. After being stabbed. Oh, he was mad.

"We don't have it." Stefan replied.

"You have the audacity to lie to me after trying kill me twice? Thrice, if I count Damon's incompetent attempt." Elijah said tightening his jaw in anger.

"We don't… she took it." Katherine murmured.

"who?" Elijah asked impassively.

"Charmeine. Your supernatural freak of a friend." Damon said with a pissed look. Still the stupid Damon. He's mad at you for killing him and you are name calling the person who revived him? Y U SO stupid Damon?

"Charmeine?" He asked, eyes shot up, boring into Damon's as if to assess whether he was telling the truth. The impassive expression he held not a mere minute ago, was replaced with one that was a mixture of hope, happiness, pain and shock.

"yes.."

And with that, he left without uttering a word. Without killing any of them. He just left.

"I have asked before, I will ask again. 'Who the hell is this Charmeine?'" Damon said staring at the place Elijah was standing.

Placing a drink in Alaric's hand, who was sitting on the couch, he moved to sit in front of him on the big leather lounger. To say that they'd had a long night, would be the understatement of the century. For Damon, literally.

Bonnie and Stefan were in the Salvatore library, going through the Founding families' journals to see if they mentioned anything about the likes of what Charmeine was. Clearly, fearing Elijah had taken a second priority since they all saw him freeze up at her mention. They needed to find what Charmeine was. ASAP.

Katherine, still aching from her various bone shattering injuries had sort refuge next to the blood storage cooler in the basement. Drinking blood bags like a kid would drink Capri Sun.

The Boarding house had a very eerie feeling to it tonight. Nobody was speaking anything. They were too engrossed in their thoughts to talk. It was silent, too silent. And suddenly, the door flew open. Of course, nothing ever stays silent for too long in Mystic falls.

"I believe you had something to do with Martins' sudden disappearance?" Elijah asked eyeing Damon. He wasn't as much angry as he was impatient.

"What happened to the good old knocking-the-door-before-entering? Where are your manners Elijah? What if I had been indecent?" Damon smirked, playing with his drink before taking a mouthful. Even now he didn't feel the need to be serious. Perhaps sarcasm and nasty jokes were his way of coping with nervousness?

Elijah's thoughts were miles away running at the speed of light. He half listened Damon and grabbed his throat, jerking him up from the armchair and throwing him against the wall. "Where are they? Are they even alive?" Elijah hissed.

"6-ft-deep." Was all Damon said and Elijah was back at his throat. Crushing it with his fingers.

"I need a witch. Now." He said while tightening his jaw in frustration. He needed a witch. He needed a witch to find her. He couldn't lose her again.

Stefan had heard what was going on in the living room and was out with Bonnie just as Elijah was about to drop Damon on the floor. Damon fell on the floor caressing his neck. Ouch, it hurt.

"I'm here. What do you want?" Bonnie said, her voice firm, trying to show courage. She raised her head up, to meet Elijah's eye level. She wanted him to know that she wasn't afraid of him. Knowing that HE, Elijah, needed a witch, boosted Bonnie's courage upto a good level. He wouldn't kill her, he needed her.

"I need you to do a locator spell. Do you know how to do one?" He asked questioning the young witch's ability.

"Do you have anything that belongs to the person you want to locate?" Bonnie didn't need to know who he was requesting (ordering) to locate. She had a pretty good idea. Charmeine. She thought to herself.

Without replying her, Elijah took out a ring from his inner pocket of his suit jacket. Oh, he changed his suit. Gone for half an hour and the guy's in another Gucci. Damn, this stylish-frightening-original-vampire. Bonnie took the ring from Elijah and eyed it carefully, it was an engagement ring, one from Victorian era maybe? Bonnie couldn't guess. But it was beautiful. It had a big diamond in the center which was encircled by little red ones. The diamond had a square cut and was of quite a big size. As any girl would be, Bonnie was mesmerized by the beauty of it when a silent grumble from Elijah brought her attention back to the task at the hand.

She quickly opened her spell book and searched for the spell while Elijah was impatiently looking at the spell book, as if just looking at it would complete the spell. No one, atleast none in Mystic Falls, had seen him in such a state before. He almost looked human. With worry lines on his head and his fingers tapping his sides, instead of his ever so confident and composed stature. Bonnie asked for his hand and he complied. She chanted something in an alien language, one Elijah obviously didn't know and Suddenly Elijah could see her. A smile dared to erupt on the sides of his lips. At that moment, he forgot of all the pain. The betrayal. The loneliness. Everything that once used to made him curse his immortal life. Just the look of her, just a picture of her, made him smile. But as much as not-himself he was at the moment, he was aware of his company and controlled his emotions. Or atleast tried.

He could see her, she was sitting at the window, watching the town square and had a look of longing on her face. Did she miss him? Just as much as he did? She was wearing her night clothes. A simple white night gown with frills covering her knees. Her beautiful long legs laid crossed on each other as she watched the town square peacefully. As if it was the only thing she could do. By now, Elijah had clear view of her view of town square, so he could easily find out where she was staying. He let go of Bonnie's hand and took a second or two before opening his eyes. Her face etched in his mind, afraid he might lose her image. One thing Elijah knew, if Charmeine didn't want to be found, she never would be found. He had learnt that the hard way. If Bonnie was able to locate her so easily, it meant Charmeine wanted him to find her. The hope that had flashed his eyes the moment Damon told him about her, returned again. She was here. More importantly, it seemed like she was here for him. He had hope again. In that moment, he forgot about all the things he was here for. About Klaus, about Elena, about his death, about Revenge. All he could think about was the angelic beauty, possibly, waiting for him.

"I appreciate your help." He said to Bonnie. Completely forgetting how her friends had plotted against him, killed him. Twice. He was truly grateful to her for helping him find her. His Charmeine. He then took the ring from Bonnie and was about to leave when Bonnie asked, hesitantly, "Who is she? Charmeine?"

"My Wife." He whispered. He spoke slowly, to himself. To assure himself, after all those years, she still was his wife. She came for him. When there was no one left for him, she came. She came at the time he needed her the most. She came to the rescue of an original vampire with unlimited strength. She came to his rescue. She was his soul mate. His partner. His wife.

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