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A/N: Alright it's time for another update but first off I want to thank my reviewers from last week; Ali08, Quizas, babyshan211, adrenalinejunkiegurl, Phelycia, LunaSolTierra, Moonlit Masquerade, and SmilesX10. I hope everyone enjoys this new chapter and please remember to Review. I love to hear from you.
Baby S
Chapter Ten
Damon was in his room sitting by the window when Stefan walked on in, barely taking his glaze off the peaceful happenings outside he spoke. "The door was closed, which means I don't want to be disturbed." Closing the door behind him, Stefan looked at his brother and then moved over to his bed and sat down.
"What's the problem?"
"Nothing."
"Liar." Stefan countered, with a shake of his head. "I know Elena and I walked in on something and the hasty retreat you made afterward certainly proves that point, so this is what we're going to do. We can either sit here in silence and have that brotherly companionship that's been missing for, oh I'd say about 170 years or you can tell me what's wrong and we can figure things out." He finished with a glance over at Damon who looked at him as if he had gone positively crazy.
"You know you almost sounded like me. . .almost." he pointed out with a smirk, turning in his seat he faced his brother, clasping his hands together he narrowed his eyes. "I choose option number one."
"Well I choose option number two so talk." Stefan countered flashing his brother a smirk of his own. Damon closed his mouth for a brief moment and gathered his thoughts before pushing forward.
"I went out with Jaxon last night."
"Okay is that the problem." Stefan asked in complete confusion, he seriously thought his brother might open up to him for the first time, especially since he knew his brother's hasty retreat had absolutely nothing to do with Jaxon and everything to do with Bonnie. "I really didn't think that was the problem."
"Would you just let me explain," Damon stated with a roll of his eyes. He found it ironic that it would land on the chess game that Jaxon had used as a teaching tool the other night. "Jaxon has, um given me a plan or a task, or whatever you want to call it." he finished with a sigh.
"Okay so what is this task?" Stefan asked with interest as he looked over at his brother.
"I'm suppose to go and kill Garrett today." Stefan's mouth dropped opened in surprise at his brother's statement. Mainly because he didn't think his brother after losing faith in Jaxon, would agree to do anything that he says or some plan that he made up, he just didn't think it was in character.
"You and Jaxon just came up with this plan, huh." Stefan asked curiously. Damon nodded his head as he fingered one of the chess pieces.
"Yes we did...it's exactly what we decided to do. We, um followed the trail last night and found out where Marcel and his people are hiding out. I'm suppose to go there this afternoon and kill Garrett."
"What are you going to do...ring the doorbell and ask for him." Stefan asked with a shake of his head. "Things don't work like that...this is really starting to sound like a trap. I just can't believe you agreed to this after everything you said about not trusting Jaxon and-."
"If it helps Bonnie out in anyway I'm doing it." Damon stated cutting off his brother's statement. They both looked at one another for a few moments, frozen and unable to push forward in the conversation. Damon was the first to break the silence. "I'm doing this because it will help Bonnie and-"
"That's what you want to do." Stefan countered with a shake of his head. "But what about what you said...what if Jaxon is betraying us then what?"
"I'm...I'm not entirely sure. If he is betraying us, then I guess I won't be making it back. I'll see Marcel and then I guess everything else is gonna go downhill from there."
"So you think it's a suicide mission?"
"I'm going by myself to the lair of these. . .vitches, yeah I think it's a suicide run. However, I'm willing to do it and I will take out as many as I can." Stefan studied his brother silently before pushing himself off the bed.
"You care about her a lot don't you."
"I swore to Emily that I would protect her and that's what I'm gonna do. Jaxon just got on the scene, I'm gonna be the one that'll protect her to the very end."
"This isn't about a promise to Emily or a competition with Jaxon, Damon. Let's face it, you care about Bonnie more than you let on. You've been there for her since day one, since these vitches came on the scene. You may think no one noticed but I did and so did Elena and from the looks of things so did Jaxon cause he's playing on your emotions Damon. He's playing on your feelings for Bonnie. He could very well be sending you into a trap and you'll willing to go."
"You're damn right, I'm willing to go. If the tables were reversed you mean to tell me you wouldn't go to protect Elena," he paused for a moment allowing Stefan time to answer, when Stefan merely looked away from him. He nodded his head and continued on making his point. "Exactly, you wouldn't sit back and wait. You go out and do what Jaxon told you to do. It's his plan and the only reason I'm doing it is to protect Bonnie."
"But there has to be another way."
"You didn't hear him, Stefan," Damon stated as he thought about to the descriptions that Jaxon had provided him last night. "You didn't hear him when he talked about all the things that Lucius would do to her when he finally had her. It made me sick to my stomach, it made me sick."
"What did he say?"
"Lucius wants her not only because she's a powerful witch, he also wants her for more carnal reasons." He watched as Stefan's face paled as he realized exactly what Damon was telling him. Moving back on the bed, Stefan placed his hands on his knees and looked at his brother.
"How does he even know?" Damon shrugged his shoulders and looked over at his brother.
"Look, we both know Bonnie will never allow Lucius to have her freely so instead he'll just take it." Damon muttered as he looked at his brother. "Now you see why I'm doing this. I can't simply sit back and say to myself that Jaxon is lying to us. Not when doing nothing results in that." Looking at the tortured look on Damon's face, Stefan knew that his brother was going to do whatever he could to protect Bonnie even put himself in harms way to achieve it.
"What do you want me to do if you do come back dead?" he asked, not even wanting to think of the possibility of his brother not coming back but he knew he had to ask the question.
"Then you need to protect Bonnie...don't worry about me." Damon stated with a shake of his head. "Just don't worry about me."
"You're my brother, Damon. I'm gonna worry about you." Stefan claimed with a shake of his head. "You're the only family I have left." He admitted with a shake of his head not even wanting to think about his brother or him possibly dying on a suicide mission that Jaxon had put him on.
"Well, I don't know what else to tell you. I'm going on this mission so um..." he trailed off and rubbed the back of his head. "You know this heart to heart stuff isn't me, Stefan. So I really don't know what to tell you."
"You don't have to tell me anything, I understand you and get you. Believe it or not." he stated muttering the last part mostly to himself even though he knew Damon could and would hear what he said. "The person you really need to talk to is Bonnie."
"I don't need to talk to her Stefan."
"At least tell her your feelings and-."
"And what get rejection," he asked while furiously shaking his head. "I know this may come as a surprise to you Stefan but big brother here has an ego and I really don't feel like having it stomped on. So you're going to have to excuse me from the heart to heart you want me to have with Bonnie. Besides cupid just isn't your thing."
"Well, regardless of what you think about me. You," he paused and pointed at his brother to emphasis his point even more. "You need to tell her how you feel, especially if its a suicide run."
"I won't be doing that." Damon stated as he pushed himself up from the chair he was currently sitting in. "Now if you will excuse me I need to get going." Stefan watched silently as Damon headed towards the door of his room.
"What if she feels the same way about you, Damon? What if she actually cares about you? Do you want to die never knowing her feelings towards you."
"I'd rather die with the dream of her loving me then the reality of her rejecting me." Damon stated from the doorway. "I've already been hurt once by someone I thought cared about me." he stated letting the name Katherine hang between them. "I'm not willing to allow myself to be hurt again, just watch out for her." he stated, before stopping again. "Oh and Stefan, don't tell her where I'm going it will only make her worry." he asked as he left the room leaving his brother to his thoughts.
Damon didn't leave immediately though, he headed straight for the room that Jaxon had taken for his own last night. He had to admit he was surprised to see the door open since he figured Jaxon was a private person. Peering inside he saw Jaxon sitting at the desk writing what appeared to be a letter. His surveying was broken by the clearing of a throat. "You know I find it rather impolite to sneak around, Damon."
"Yeah, well I am known for being a rude boy." Damon stated as he walked further into the room. "What were you writing? Was it a diary entry?" He would have laugh at the look Jaxon sent his way if he wasn't already downed by the fact that he leaving for this supposed mission.
"Diary? Do I really look like I would keep one?"
"No." Damon stated with a shrug as he moved even further into the room until he was seated on the bed. Jaxon looked at him for over his shoulder and then pushed away from the desk after covering the paper up. "Now you've really peeped my interested, what was on the paper."
"Plans."
"Plans?"
"Plans...you taking out Garrett isn't the only thing that has to happen, Damon." he stated with a shake of his head. "Now," he paused for a moment as if gathering his thoughts. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." Damon stated with a shrug of his shoulders. Jaxon nodded his head and looked back down at the desk.
"What you're doing is brave and-."
"Save the pep talk, Jaxon." Damon muttered with a shake of his head. "I don't need it."
"Right...I'm guessing you have already motivated yourself right." Jaxon asked softly as if he knew without asking just what Damon's motivation was. "Okay so when will you be heading out?"
"After we get finished talking." Damon stated as he narrowed his eyes at the man before him. "Jaxon I just want to get one thing out of the way okay."
"Fine," Jaxon replied as he leant back in his chair and looked at Damon. "What do you want say?"
"I've already talked to my brother about this."
"I'd assumed so." Jaxon replied back with a shake of his head. "Did you talk to Bonnie too?" he asked knowingly.
"Don't bring her up in this right now. Jaxon all I want to tell you is that if you are double crossing us and I somehow make it out of there alive I'll rip your heart out myself." Damon stated firmly his blue eyes growing cold with his declaration. Jaxon steepled his hands together in front of his chin and just nodded his head in understanding.
"I wouldn't expect any less from you, Damon."
"As long as we're on the same page." Damon replied back with a shake of his head. "I guess I better get going." He stood up then and headed towards the door, only stopping when he heard Jaxon call out his name. "Yeah?"
"Good luck, Damon. You're gonna need it."
Bonnie looked up as Stefan reentered the kitchen and sat down beside Elena, looking over his shoulder she wondered if Damon was coming back. After a few moments of waiting she came to the conclusion that he wouldn't be coming at all. Frowning she looked down at her at plate and then over at Stefan who looked rather upset, even though he was trying to hide it. She could feel the vibes coming right off of him. "Where's Damon?" she asked unable to keep herself from asking the question. Stefan remembering his brother's last request shrugged his shoulders.
"He told me he had a few errands to run," he paused for a moment searching for something else to add onto his statement. "Don't worry he'll be back." he stated. Bonnie nodded her head and pushed her chair back from the table.
"What type of errands did he have to run?" Elena asked as she looked over at Stefan who now had his forearms on the table. She could tell he was struggling with something. Reaching out she touched his arm, effectively pulling his attention away from his thoughts and over to her. He studied her for a moment before answering.
"I think he went to go talk to Sheriff Forbes or something," he stated with a sigh. "He has to keep up his cover with the council and all." Elena nodded her head but Stefan could see in her eyes that she knew he was lying and probably the reason as to why he was lying. Bonnie watched the couple from her position over near the sink, she was going to ask Stefan some more questions about Damon's whereabouts but Jaxon entered the room.
"I'm glad I found you, Bonnie." he stated before allowing his glaze to rest on Stefan and Elena who were watching him silently from the table. "Stefan...Elena, how are you two today?" he asked wanting to be civil with them. Stefan studied him silently for a moment before nodding his head.
"We're fine, why were you looking for Bonnie?" he asked bluntly. If his brother was indeed on a suicide mission he might as well start looking after Bonnie right now. Jaxon glanced shifted between Stefan and Bonnie for a few seconds before he answered.
"I was looking for Bonnie so we could continue our training." Bonnie raised an eyebrow at his statement. Pushing herself away from the counter she faced him.
"I thought we were done." Jaxon looked down at her and just shook his head. "What else do you need to train me for then?"
"Jacob's spell...you did it, you were able to use it but you still need to improve," Jaxon stated with a sigh. "Believe me this is a spell you truly need to master, doing it once after several attempts does not mean you mastered the spell."
"What about what happened last time? You got hurt and then they came." Bonnie asked with a shake of her head. "Damon isn't here and we certainly don't need you injured if we were to get taken by surprise again."
"I agree with Bonnie, it's to much of a risk." Stefan stated speaking up, offering his opinion. "We are already outnumbered without Damon here. I don't think it's wise to force Bonnie to practice this spell if you're only going to be injured again. If we do get attack we need everyone to be ready." Jaxon studied Stefan for a few moments before looking back over at Bonnie.
"I'm trying to get her ready, Stefan. This is a spell she'll need in order to get things done when we do face the others. How would you feel if I didn't train her at all and we went off to fight Marcel and his minions. We'd be outnumbered in more ways then one, I'm doing this to help her. In the end I'm pretty sure this spell will help end things, for now." His last two words hung in the air between them all, Bonnie turned to him and frowned.
"For now?"
"If Lucius isn't dead...things don't end, Bonnie." he stated as if he were talking to a small child. "I won't always be here to have your back, so yeah you need to practice with me at least one more time." he stated with a shrug of his shoulders. "Is that okay?" Bonnie nodded her head at his statement and just sighed.
"It's okay." she stated with a shrug of her shoulders, turning she looked at Stefan who was watching Jaxon silently. She wondered if he too, distrusted Jaxon like Damon said he did last night. Judging by the look on his face, her assumption wasn't off base. "Stefan is something wrong?" she asked calmly pulling him away from his thoughts. Glancing over at her, Stefan just shook his head and leaned back in his chair.
"No, nothing's wrong. I'm just thinking about something." he admitted as he looked over at Jaxon. "Don't worry about it." Standing up he dusted his hands against his pants and between Jaxon and Bonnie. Forcing himself to smile, he spoke up. "The best place for her to practice would be on the left side of the house...there's plenty of room there for you two to spar."
"Good, and will you be accompanying us?" Jaxon asked over his shoulder as he headed out of the room following Jaxon's advice.
"Yeah, I'll be be doing that." He waited till Bonnie and Jaxon had left before turning to Elena who was currently looking at him full of worry.
"Stefan what is it?" she asked bluntly, she could also tell when something was bothering him and right now she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Stefan tilted his head to the side and looked off in the direction that Jaxon and Bonnie had disappeared in.
"Nothing, really," he rubbed the back of his neck trying to determine if telling Elena at the moment was best. He quickly changed his mind after thinking it all over, he loved Elena but he knew if he told her what he had Damon suspected she would probably give it away and it certainly didn't help that Jaxon was well half witch because he could possibly pick up on it. He remembered Emily's uncanny ability to pick up on how he was feeling at times ever what his general thoughts about things were. No it was best if Elena didn't know what was going on for the time being. "Don't worry about it, I'll tell you later." he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "Come on let's go and keep an eye on Jaxon and Bonnie." he stated as he placed his hand on Elena's lower back and led her out of the room. As they headed outside, he thought about his brother and silently wished him luck.
Marcel leaned back in his chair and watched as Garrett prepared the human for draining, lifting up his cup he took a generous sip of it's content before setting it back down. "Make sure you clean up in here after you're done." he stated as he narrowed his eyes at the spots of blood on the ground surrounding the place where the human had been murdered. It really was a waste, especially since the blood he had already drawn out from the human tasted so divine.
"Of course, Marcel." Garrett replied as he lifted the human's lifeless body and moved to the large metal table in the far corner of the room. Reaching down he picked up various needles with tubes on the end and inserted them into the body. "It should be drained in forty minutes." he stated as he turned to look at his boss. "Is there anything else you want me to do?" Marcel merely shrugged and waved his hand as if to say he was finished with Garrett and he could go. As the other man headed from the room though, a feeling shot over them both. Raising an eyebrow at the feeling, Marcel frowned and sat down his cup and sighed.
"Judging by the tension in your body, you felt the intruder as well." Marcel as pointedly as he stood up with a groan.
"Do you want me to handle it?" Garrett asked with a frown as he looked up towards the ceiling, before looking back over at Marcel who simply brushed his hands over his clothing and shook his head.
"No, allow me to handle this one. Besides it's been so long since I actually did something myself might as well start off with a bit of murder." he finished with a grin as he looked over at Garrett, who looked at him.
"Do you think it's a human?" Garrett asked, Marcel frowned over at him and just shook his head.
"Aren't you suppose to be a good witch, Garrett. I mean seriously, sometimes I wonder about you." Marcel stated with a roll of his eyes. "Couldn't you feel the death on our visitor, I'm starting to think it's one of the vampires that hangs around Ms. Bennett." he stated giving Garrett a small smile. "Maybe it's time to deliver another message to Bonnie and Jaxon, you know raise the stakes a bit."
"What will you do? Kill him?" Garrett asked, as he moved over to Marcel who bit his lower lip in thought.
"I don't know, Garrett. How about we just play this by ear." he stated as he smacked the man on the shoulder and headed for the door. He paused momentarily in the doorway when he realized that Garrett wasn't following him. "Well are you coming?" His question was only met by the hurried footsteps of Garrett who rushed to follow him out the door.
Once Damon had crossed the barrier a small house seemed to appear out of the air, this of course caused him to stop out of sheer surprise. "Damn!" he muttered to himself as he looked at the small house before him. He wondered if Jaxon could see the house earlier when they came the night before, if he lived through this mission he'd have to ask him. Just as the thought passed through his mind the front door opened and out walked two gentlemen, he recognized one as Marcel and instantly felt his undead heart drop into the pit of his stomach.
"I would say welcome, but I didn't invite you here." The first man stated with a frown as he looked over Damon with distain. Damon watched cautiously as the two men stepped off the porch and into the grass. Damon quickly moved into a defensive pose and dropped his fangs ready for the fight that was sure to come. "Oh please, put them away. I'm in no mood to play who's is bigger."
"Don't worry, we already know who'll win that contest on all counts." Damon snapped back, with a smirk.
"I like your wit. It's refreshing, at least you didn't come here quoting things from the hero handbook, those lines are just tired." Marcel admitted with a shake of his head as if he heard all those lines too many times to count. "Alright let's just get down to why you're here."
"I didn't come here to have conversation with you." Damon stated back with a frown as he allowed his eyes to do a quick survey of the surrounding areas. He knew after their last fight that Marcel loved to talk while his men moved into position to strike.
"Well you're on my property, intruding," he stated with a tortured sigh at the end. "Wait, let me guess...Jaxon sent you here huh. What is he to afraid to come here on his own."
"No, just afraid you're to much of a coward to fight him one on one."
"So instead he sent you a baby vampire to come and save the day, don't answer cause I know that's what he did." Marcel stated with a smirk, "He should have known you lose."
"I didn't come here for you." Damon admitted, causing Marcel to raise an eyebrow at him in confusion. Damon shifted his eyes over to Garrett who was watching their conversation calmly. Damon watched him calmly wishing that Jaxon had been right about Marcel only sending up Garrett to fight him. He was now going to die in vain, all for nothing. He wouldn't be able to help Bonnie and now he was about to be slaughtered, but he wasn't going to go out without a fight. Cause he was going to take at least one of those bastards with him.
"You didn't come here for me, really? Wow," Marcel stated with a shake of his head as he turned to look at Garrett who simply shrugged his shoulders. After sharing that brief glance with Garrett, Marcel turned around and looked at Damon. "Well who did you come for?"
"Garrett." Damon replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Jaxon thinks you'll be weak without him and I volunteered to come out and do the dirty work."
"Wow, Garrett. Jaxon's calling you out. I have to admit this turn of event comes as a surprise to me."
"I have to agree, Marcel," Garrett muttered as he narrowed his eyes at the man who stood out in the front yard, stepping down a couple of the porch steps he called out. "It seems you have me at a disadvantage, see you know my name and all I know about you is that you're a Salvatore."
"It's Damon," he answered back. "I didn't mean to keep it from you, I at least think people deserve to know their killer's name." Garrett merely smiled back at him in return, before turning to look at Marcel who was focused completely on Damon. "Let's kill him and get it over with."
"I don't know about that. I like the guy, he certainly has more balls then Jaxon and because of your last statement more than you." Damon watched the exchange quietly trying to hide the surprise from his face. He watched as Garrett jerked around and looked up at Damon.
"Excuse me."
"You heard me, Garrett," he snapped as he moved to lean against the post on the porch. Turning his attention back to Damon he smiled at the young man. "I like you, Damon. You have guts, coming here this afternoon. You have to know that you're going to die...again, but you did it anyway." Looking over at Garrett who was watching him silently he spoke to Damon while keeping his glaze on Garrett. "And because of that, well I'll give you want you want. A fight with Garrett. All you have to do is kill him, if you can." Damon allowed a smirk to play across his lips at Marcel's words.
Garrett looked up at Marcel in complete surprise before speaking up his voice tight with rage as he looked at the man that had brought him over to this side. Taken him away from the W.A.D.A. and showed him what true power was and how to wield it. "You can not be serious, Marcel."
"What just humor the kid," he stated dismissively as he looked briefly over at Damon who was watching them silently. "There's nothing wrong with that is there. Besides I have faith in you that you'll kill him quick and we can go and deliver the body to Bonnie and Jaxon as a sign."
"I don't know about-."
"What is there to know, don't you find it a insulting that Jaxon would send him," he paused and pointed at Damon. "A mere vampire to come here and kill you. I would find that rather insulting however if you like being punked by little insignificant vampires then don't come back in here take your ass away from me." he stated finishing his statement with a glare which communicated all Garrett needed to know. Marcel was pissed that Jaxon thought he couldn't survive without him, and also that Jaxon thought a lowly vampire could destroy or help bring them down. Through the smiles and calm voice, Garrett could still see that Marcel was pissed furious actually that Jaxon would think so lowly of him still after all these years. Squaring back his shoulders, Garrett looked at Damon and then spoke over his shoulder to Marcel.
"I'll fight him."
"Good," he lifted his eyes towards Damon. "Did you hear that he'll fight you. You get what you want."
"What happens after I win?" Damon called back unable to hold back his confidence, he knew he was gonna die tonight but he might as well take Garrett with him, and Marcel was giving him his very own opportunity to do so.
"Well see." Marcel called back with a shrug of shoulders before looking at Garrett. "I guess you better get started." Garrett nodded his head and walked out onto the grass, clenched his fists he looked at Damon who stood watching him cautiously.
"I'm gonna enjoy this."
"I've heard that in a movie once," Damon called back. "At least make original, besides you're old enough to know better than to do that."
"Oh, I'll make it original for you." he snapped out angrily, at his words a large fire encircled Damon who quickly moved away from the flame in fear that Bonnie's charm wouldn't protect him from the element. Looking up he watched as the flames parted for Garrett who simply walked into the circle before closing back up. They stood looking at one another within the circle before Garrett replied with a harsh chuckle. "Is this a original enough for you?"
"Seems a bit "Carrie," Damon called back. "You're old enough to have seen the movie I hope." he called back not allowing the man to make him weak with his little magic tricks. All his mind kept telling him was to do this for Bonnie. Garrett just tilted his head to the side and watched Damon calmly before speaking.
"Let's see how you feel when I burn you from the inside out vampire." he shouted, Damon eyes widened as he remembered what one of their people had did to him earlier when they had met Jaxon for the first time. Garrett narrowed his eyes on him and then smiled as Damon clutched his stomach and fell to the ground grunting and yelling in agony. Allowing the flames to die down a bit, he looked over at Marcel who was leaning against the railing of the house watching. "See he never even stood a chance." he called over to him with a chuckle and a small smirk on his face as he advanced on the vampire who was now on his knees groaning in pain. As soon as he was standing over Damon, the groaning and yelling stopped. Surprised he looked down and found Damon looking up at him with a smirk on his face. "What! How did you?" HIs questions were eagerly met by Damon's fists which sent him flying into the ground. Damon stood and brushed his knees off, discreetly he touching his hand to the charm that Bonnie had made for him while silently thanking her.
"Anything else you want to ask?" Damon called out to Garrett who was pushing himself up and off the ground. "Cause I'm all ears." Garrett watched him wearily for a moment before looking over at Marcel who was watching now with what appeared to be a renewed interest, he knew that if he lost and Damon didn't kill him Marcel would. There was no mistaking the coldness in Marcel's eyes as he looked on. He could tell the other man was furious. Furious with him for not finishing this vampire off quicker.
"Let's just get this over with." he snapped as he looked Damon over again his eyes settling on a golden necklace that hung around his neck. His mind instantly saw it as a charm and knew if he wanted to defeat this little upset vampire that he needed to get that off his neck. He allowed his incisors to fall, and his eyes blacked as he gave into his vampire side. Oh he'd show this little upstart vampire what real power was. Using his vampire speed he rushed Damon tackling him to the ground. He heard the other man grunt from the impact but he didn't care. He was going to kill him and die at Marcel's hands at least not by some lowly vampire. Snarling in rage, he snapped his fangs towards Damon's jugular but the other man pushed him away. That was when he felt it, a hand exploding into his chest cavity and wrapping itself around his heart. His fangs and blood lust eyes faded away as he looked down at Damon who was looking up at him with a smirk playing across his features. He could feel Damon pulled his heart out the arteries coming off the heart as he pulled the large organ free. Knowing that he was about to dead, he reached out and grabbed a hold of the charm on Damon's neck, leaning forward he spoke his last words into Damon's ear.
"Let's see how you fare against Marcel without this little charm." he stated before Damon pulled his heart from his chest. Scrambling to his feet, Damon watched as the other man fell to the ground in a heap of unmoving flesh, his body turning to dust within the slowly fading sunlight just like his heart was doing within his own hand. Turning his hand over he watched as the black dust fell to the ground and away in the wind. Looking over at where Marcel had been during the fight he almost jumped up in surprise when he saw Marcel standing right beside him and in front of Garrett's pile of ash.
"It's a shame you know," he muttered as he looked down at the pile of ash that used to be Garrett. "I always told him, he shouldn't relay on his powers, that he needed to at least try to embrace what being a vampire gave him," he shook his head. "What a waste, you did him in rather quickly but of course you had help." he murmured with a sigh as he bent down, hardly paying attention to Damon as he picked up the necklace that now laid within the pile of ash. "Did Bonnie or Jaxon make this for you?"
"What does it matter?" Damon countered arrogantly, as he looked down at Marcel. He never noticed the shift of Marcel's eyes but he did notice the tension in his body.
"You don't have to answer, I'll simply get it out of you another way, how does that sound." Marcel asked, Damon opened his mouth to talk but felt all the muscles within his body freeze and then a force made him knell down. Marcel looked over at him with nothing but hatred in his eyes as he spoke.
"You've succeeded, and I have to admit I'm a little impressed but I also know that I'm gonna have fun with you." Damon fought against the force that was holding him in the kneeling position so he could move. Jerking his arm forward, he felt a stab of pain shoot up his arm. "Now look what you've done...you've broken your arm." Marcel muttered with a sigh, "I'm not Garrett, and you aren't wearing your," he paused and looked down at the necklace in his hand. "your little charm anymore. Sorry to tell you this Damon, but things are about to get real serious." Standing up, he looked over at Damon and made him do the same as well.
It was all like a dream to Damon, he was moving against his will towards his death. Marcel was using him like puppet. The only thing Damon could move of his free will were his eyes and that was probably because Marcel got some type of sick pleasure out of seeing him in pain and unable to do anything except expression his emotions through his eyes. Marcel walked up the stairs towards the front door and opened it turning he smiled at Damon who was slowly coming up the porch steps. Stepping aside, Marcel waited till Damon was standing directly in the threshold of the doorway before whispering. "Please why don't you come inside I have so much I want to ask you."