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"She wears strength and darkness equally well,
The girl has always been half goddess, half hell."
Nikita Gill
"What did she tell you?" Stefan asked.
"Nothing, she would give me a direction and once I was there she'd give me a name," Damon said.
Stefan frowned. "Sybil said I had to find you before her sister did," Stefan said. "She didn't tell you anything that could help us?"
"Nope." He paused.
"What? What is it?"
"The goddam Maxwell garbage," he growled.
Ric frowned. "Maxwell? As in-"
"As in Donavons father, that's why I almost killed him."
Elena shook her head.
"Don't give me that judgy look, I didn't decide to do it," he said.
"What is it?" Ric asked.
"Where is it?" Jeremy spoke up for the first time.
"My car, at the college," Damon said.
Stefan and Ric shared a look before rushing out of the room.
•••
Selene held the wooden sphere in her hand.
She smiled, things were going better than expected.
•••
Over the last three days, at least that's how long Sybil said it had been, he had gotten used to the mental trips.
They sat on the ridge watching the ocean. The fresh air was a welcome alternative to the sterile hospital smell of the cell.
"What happens if they find this object?"
"You know how the originals were created? Our immortal lives, as theirs, can only be taken by the object that gave it to us."
Matt nodded. "But what is it?"
Sybil pursed her lips. "I can not tell you."
"I'm not going to tell them," Matt said. "I won't let them hurt you." It was true. When the hell had that become true?
"Thank you," she smiled slightly. "But I mean I am physically incapable of forming the words, Arcadius has not deemed you worthy of the knowledge."
Matt looked at her for a moment. "He has control of you, like you controlled Damon."
She kept her eyes on the water below. "Yes, Damon was my servant, as I am his."
Matt was thinking that over when another voice cut into the conversation. "Matt? Earth to Donavon."
Matt blinked and he was back in his cell. Jeremy stood by the window.
"Oh, hey, Jer," he said, standing and walking towards the window.
"Hey, heard you're a zombie slave now," he said.
"You heard wrong," he said. "Here to let me out."
"I would but Ric is the only one who can do that, I mean I could cut off his hand but..." Jeremy shrugged.
Matt sighed. "Looks like I'm in here for good then."
"Nah, just till we kill the cannibal, then you're a free man."
Matt tried to push away his anger, Jeremy didn't know anything but what Stefan told him.
"Did you guys find anything that could speed that along?"
"Dumbass left the only thing we could use against her in his car, someone stole it, probably the other siren."
Matt nodded hoping Jeremy couldn't see how relieved he was.
"Damon even screwed up being the devils slave."
Jer laughed. "He's officially useless."
Damn was he happy that was true.
•••
Georgie, Claire, and Vincent sat in a circle, hands linked.
It felt like the words themselves burned her throat as she spoke.
The ground began to shake with the spell.
Georgie felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, and blood ran from her nose. She continued, pushing through the pain.
Suddenly the shaking along with the pain disappeared, she opened her eyes.
"No," Claire's voice was thick with tears.
They were still in Rics office, they were still dead.
The spell hadn't worked.
"Damn it!" Georgie rose to her feet, kicking Ric's desk.
"It's going to be okay-" Claire tried.
"No!" She screamed. "It's not! We're dead, we're always going to be dead!"
She blinked a few times. "No."
"Yes! We're damned, there's no changing it. This is it for the rest of eternity."
Claire got a far away look. Her body started to fade. Like she was going to disappear, back to there.
"No, no, no," she dropped to her knees in front of her, cupping her face with her hands. "No. You are staying here. We are getting out of here."
She continued to fade.
"You have to fight Claire," Georgie insisted. "For him, you have to get back to him."
She gasped as her body solidified again.
Georgie sighed with relief.
She gave them both a determined look. "We are getting out of here."
•••
Caroline walked into the house. She froze as the smell hit her, like when she put pennies in her mouth when she was little. Blood...
She flashed to the living room.
Enzo sat by the fire, his mouth latched onto a girls wrist, she stared vacantly at the ceiling.
"Where's Bonnie?" Caroline demanded, what if he had...?
"I'm here," she walked in from the other room smiling at Caroline and giving her a little wave.
Bonnie stepped over one of the dead bodies. What was wrong with her?
That's when she saw it, the cold look in her eyes that matched Enzos.
"You flipped your switch," she said, horrified at the realization.
Bonnie avoided the pool of blood by the girls head as she settled on Enzos lap. "Good guess, Care."
"Why?" How could Bonnie of all people flip the switch? Where was her reasonable, sensible friend?
"I was so tired," she said. "And Enzo told me this was easier," she smiled at him. "And it is."
Oh no... "Bonnie, are you-"
"Yeah. It's really not that shocking considering how much I cared about him," she picked up the girls other wrist and bit into it.
"No," Caroline was going to be sick.
"I don't know why you're so surprised, love," Enzo said. "She always chooses me."
•••
Sybil stared at the wall. It was too late, Selene had the heart... They were all going to die, And Sybil would never get to.
Once Selene was done there would be no end, for either of them.
Tears ran down her face. She would never be free.
