Chapter Ten- Death and the Maiden
Audrey's P.O.V
If there was one thing I had learned from the last few hours it was that ghosts really didn't give a damn how obnoxious they were during the middle of the night. I had been tossing and turning all night, trying to sleep, to no avail thanks to the constant stream of the undead filing through the basement. I sighed as I watched the green numbers of my alarm clock tick over to six o'clock , rolling out of bed as I finally gave up trying to sleep. I probably wouldn't be getting any sleep until we finally got rid of Amara. I made my way around the room quietly, grabbing a change of clothes and trying not to wake Damon up at the same time, before heading into the bathroom. After showering, I put on my matching pair of black lace bra and panties before slipping into pair of denim shorts and a light grey three quarters sleeve t shirt. I threw my hair into a high pony tail carelessly as I walked back into the room, shooting a quick glance over to Damon who was still asleep, before heading right out of the room.
It was clear that, minus Amara and company, I was the only one awake, not that it surprised me at all. Hell, if I could be asleep right now I would be. I stepped into the kitchen and made a b-line for the coffee, I was definitely going to need it today. After waiting a painfully long time for my caffeine, I poured myself a mug and headed out to the porch. The sun was just beginning to rise so I thought I might as well make the best of the situation. I settled down on the ledge of the porch, my legs swinging over the edge as I watched the sky change from a dark purple to orange. I took a sip of my coffee, cringing a bit when I heard yet another ghost make an appearance downstairs.
"Seriously!" I snapped, knowing that it was no use yelling at the dead but being too frustrated and tired to really care. "You're dead! Get over it and move on."
"A bit harsh, don't you think." My head snapped to my right at the familiar voice and I couldn't keep the smirk that spread across my face as my eyes landed on Alaric.
"Ric, where the hell have you been?" I questioned my former guardian as I swiveled to get a better look at him
"Roaming around supernatural purgatory." Ric replied nonchalantly as he looked up at the rising sun, "Everything has been pretty hectic in good ol' Mystic Falls so I thought I'd take a step back until everything cooled down a bit."
"Yeah, I'm not to sure that the crazy in this town will ever calm down." I sighed as I kept my eyes on Ric, "Plus, I'd rather have you here than not. I've missed you. We've all missed you."
"I've missed you all too." Ric said pausing a minute before adding, "Well, not as food and booze, but still."
"You're a dick." I scoffed as Ric chuckled at my reaction
"I blame Damon's influence." Ric claimed before looking over his shoulder back to the door, "Speaking of..."
"Good morning, Damon" I greeted the older Salvatore as I spun around to face him
"Please tell me there is a logical reason that you are up before seven in the morning." Damon groaned as he walked across the porch to where I was sitting
"Oh, you know, couldn't sleep because of the ridiculous amount of ghosts in our basement." I answered with a wave of my hand, smiling as I heard Alaric burst out laughing next to me. "The usual."
"Naturally." Damon grimaced with a roll of his eyes, probably wondering how his life had gotten to the point where that was a normal response. As he took a seat on my left, he grabbed my coffee and I glared at him until I heard Ric speak up again.
"Like that doesn't make you sound crazy." Ric sniggered
"I didn't ask for your input." I replied, earning a confused look from Damon and another round of laughter from Ric, "Sorry, Alaric's here and he's being a douche."
"Sounds about right." Damon said with a smirk before taking a sip of my coffee
"Well, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black." Ric grinned at his former drinking buddy
"He says that you're one to talk." I relayed to Damon and he just shrugged at the accusation
"How you doing buddy?" Damon asked in all seriousness and I turned to Alaric, waiting for his response
"I'll be fine as long as you keep your promise and take care of the children." Alaric said and I repeated his message to Damon.
"You know, I am really starting to regret that promise." Damon bemoaned and I took advantage of his distraction to grab back my coffee
"I really resent the-" I started but was cut off as I was pulled into a vision
Silas leaned his head back against the bus bench he was sitting at, groaning as the slight movement sent a wave of pain through his neck. His groan alerted the loving couple that sat, practically entwined, a foot away from him, but they did their best to ignore him, not wanting to deal with him. That probably would have worked had Silas not been a prick and tried to force a conversation on them.
"Have you ever been in love?" He asked the pair as he stared up at the cloudy sky. He waited a few second but ,when it became clear that neither of them were going to answer, he looked over to the couple and pressed them further. "Hello? You two? Love?"
The couple looked at each other, debating whether or not to answer the stranger, for a few moments before the woman turned to Silas and replied, "Yeah, we're together. In love."
"Awww. That's so adorable." Silas mocked them and the pair scooted a bit farther down the bench away from him. "I love love. I do. I have a soul mate too, you know. That love at first sight, want to live forever, love is eternal kind of love. Amara." He smiled at the couple just at the mention of his lover, and the two seemed to calm down a bit. "That's her name. See, the problem is, when I met her I was kinda engaged to someone else and I sorta cheated on her. In all honesty, it really wouldn't have been such problem had my fiancée not been a raging lunatic. When she found out he literally turned Amara into stone. Like full on Medusa style here."
"Dude, are you okay." The man asked as he turned to face Silas.
"What do you mean?" Silas questioned in faux confusion. "You think I'm crazy? Why do you think I'm crazy? All I've wanted for the last two thousand years was to be reunited with the love of my life. How crazy is that?"
"It might have something to do with the 'turned her to stone' part." The woman replied with a raised eyebrow before looking over her shoulder to see if the bus was coming yet.
"Or maybe the 'two thousand years' part." The boyfriend suggested and Silas's head fell back once again at the comment.
"Guys, we were immortal and now we're not. It's really not that hard of a concept to grasp." The couple shared a look, coming to the conclusion that Silas was out of his mind. While Silas still had his eyes glued upwards, the man oh so subtly kicked his duffel bag under the bench. "Listen you two, here's my advice: live it up, enjoy this love thing while it lasts because let me tell you something, it can change in the blink of an eye. I was psychic, I was immortal, I was in love. Now my neck hurts and I'm sitting at a bus stop in freaking Delaware…"
"Actually, you're in Philly." The woman corrected Silas, earning the attention of the former immortal once again, his eyes widening in honest disbelief.
"I'm in Philly?" Silas questioned, groaning and closing his eyes when the pair nodded in response. "God, it's even worse than I thought."
It wasn't a second later that the man bent over, moaning in pain as an unnatural heat spread through his abdomen. As his moans became more persistent, his girlfriend tried to ask what was wrong but the only response she got was him throwing up blood onto the ground.
"What's happening?" She asked in full blown panic before turning to Silas, "What are you doing to him?"
"I think I'm liquefying his internal organs." Silas explained as he opened his eyes and sent a grimace toward the man. "Oh, did I forget to mention that I'm a witch. An extremely pissed off witch using your lover to channel all of my anger. And I'm thinking you might be my next victim." The woman looked between her boyfriend and Silas in fear before running off, leaving her lover to die. "Man, love is so fickle." Silas grabbed hold of the man once he had stopped moving, positioning him so it seemed as if he had just fallen asleep on the bench. As Silas caught sight of the bus approached, he grabbed the couples duffel, swinging it over his shoulder as he took a few steps toward the road. "Busses however, tried and true."
"-children remark." I finished as snapped back into reality looking around as I tried to get my bearings, I swear, I would never get use to this. I turned to Damon and asked, "How long was I out?"
"About five minutes" Damon replied as he once again held my coffee in his hands. "What did you see?"
"Silas." I stated, "Apparently he's decided to start killing off happy couples due to his sucky track record in the relationship department."
"Well, isn't that just fantastic." Damon replied sarcastically, "Okay, first thing on our doppelgänger to-do list is call Silas and see when he's coming to collect his crazy lover."
"AUDREY! DAMON!" The sound of Elena's voice filled the morning air, urgency clear in her voice. It certainly looked like this day was going to be exciting.
"Maybe make that the second thing." I suggested, getting to my feet, looking between Alaric and Damon
"Well, I'll take that as my cue." Alaric spoke up and I nodded, giving him a quick bye before grabbing Damon's hand and pulling him to his feet and back into the boarding house to face the crazy that was our life.
I sat next to Damon on the couch, watching Stefan in slight shock as Damon and Elena played twenty questions with him. Apparently Tessa had snuck in last night and, being the vengeful bitch she is, returned all of Stefan's memories full force since he had helped Elena escape yesterday. While Damon and Elena saw this as a win, I was a bit more skeptical. Sure it meant that he remembered who he was and who we were but it also meant that he remembered the three months he spent drowning repeatedly at the bottom of the Quarry. I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I jumped at the sound of glass shattering, looking down at Stefan's hand to see the broken remains of his coffee mug.
"Easy there, buddy." Damon said as I kept my eyes on Stefan noticing that his breathing had picked up speed and he had gone a bit pale. It was obvious what he had been thinking about and I could see why it had caused his momentary freak out.
"All that and I still can't remember my own strength." Stefan said with a chuckle, trying to pass it off as nothing. A thump from downstairs seemed to catch Stefan's attention, causing him to furrow his brows before asking, "What was that noise?"
"We have a bit of a doppelgänger problem." I responded, speaking up for the first time since we had moved into the parlor
"Katherine?" Stefan asked and I couldn't help but think that Stefan had still missed out on a lot of things even though his memories were back.
"Nope, not Katherine." Damon answered before getting off of the couch, "Come on, it's probably easier if I just showed you."
Stefan nodded before getting to his feet and following his brother out of the room and to the basement. I waited until I heard them make their way down the stairs before I got up and headed to the study to get a moment alone and call Silas. Might as well take care off it now before he just randomly showed up on our doorstep. I poured myself a glass of bourbon -yes it was only like eight in the morning but I needed it- as I dialed Silas and took a sip as I waited for him to pick up.
"Hello, Audrey." Silas answered as I walked over to the fireplace, staring into the fire as I replied.
"Silas." I greeted with a roll of my eyes, "Enjoying your bus ride?"
"I am actually." He replied overly chipper, not a bit surprised that I knew exactly what had happened. "There are some very nice people here, by the way."
"I'm glad you seem to be having such a good time but, unless you forgot, we're on a bit of a time crunch here." I told him, shifting from one foot to the other. His carefree attitude was really starting to piss me off. The guy figures out that the love of his life is still alive and takes his sweet old time trying to get to her? What the hell?
"Yeah, but you know what's great about the bus, Audrey? Open road." Silas both asked and answered his own question and ,before I had time add some snarky comment, he continued. "There's time to think, watch everyday human beings in their normal environment. Did you know that gas is over three dollars a gallon at the moment? It really seems to concern a lot of people.
"Is this really the time to have a end of life crisis, Silas?" I snapped at him, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples. "We need you to bring back Bonnie before your lover kills herself and destroys the Other Side."
"Yeah. I've been thinking about that. Amara needs to die." I had been taking another sip of bourbon as Silas spoke and nearly choked to death when I heard him, nonchalantly, say that someone he had been pining after for two thousand years had to die.
"I'm sorry?" I questioned, thinking that I must have just misheard him because that could be the only logical reason that I heard what I thought I heard.
"My poor Amara, all those years trapped in stone clearly left her unhinged." Or all the ghosts talking to her, that could have been it. "So look, if she doesn't want to spend another moment on this earth, then I'm more than happy to put her out of her misery and spend the rest of eternity in the afterlife with her. But listen, if you want to go ahead and kill her and save me the trouble, then please, by all means, go right ahead."
"I'm not doing a damn thing until you bring back Bonnie!" I yelled at the witch, my anger rising by the second. "You promised."
"I've been thinking about that, Audrey." Silas replied, his chipper voice even more grating that usual. "I already got what I wanted from you so I'm not really sure how bringing back Bonnie now will benefit me any more than it already has. So I've decided not to help you bring your beloved friend back. I'll see you soon and I'm looking forward to all of this being over. Bye."
As the phone clicked, signaling that Silas had hung up on me, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. I could not believe I had let myself trust Silas. I knew exactly what kind of lowlife backstabber this guy was but I had deluded myself into hoping that for once, just once, something would actually go as planned. My eyes snapped open and I looked down at the glass in my hands for half a second before throwing it into the fireplace. I watched the flames lick up the walls of the fireplace for a few moments before sighing and heading back toward the parlor to tell everyone the fantastic news.
I honestly couldn't believe my ears as I listened to what Elena was suggesting. I wanted to get Bonnie back as much as she did, but she had lost it if she thought there was anyway we could keep Amara alive and Silas away from her since he was an all powerful witch. For some reason she thought that we could use Amara as leverage to get Silas to bring Bonnie back, even through I had made it crystal clear that he didn't give a damn if Amara lived or died.
"Weren't you listening to anything?" Stefan snapped at his ex, telling her exactly what I had been thinking, "He's not gonna bring her back."
"So, what, I should just give up?" Elena questioned him in disbelief. "Come on, Stefan, you got your memory back. You know me better than anyone, do you really think that I'm just going to give up?"
"You're right, Elena, I do know you. You put all your hope in the wrong places and sometimes the wrong people." I looked down as Stefan turned his gaze toward Damon and I. Okay, that hurt. "Silas needs to die and put us all out of our misery."
"Well, as long as he's still alive, I'm not giving up hope." Elena replied stubbornly, making me regret throwing my drink into the fire.
"Well, as someone who just spent the last three months at the bottom of the Quarry because of him, I wouldn't hold your breath. Pun intended. Silas needs to die, and I need to be the one to kill him, end of story." When Stefan finished his rant, he stomped out of the room, leaving an extremely awkward silence in his wake.
"That went well." Damon remarked sarcastically and I looked back up to see Elena glaring daggers at him but he didn't seem fazed at all.
I sighed as I got to my feet, moving over to the bar and pouring two glasses of bourbon in silence. It was probably best if I just kept my mouth shut at this point since I felt as if I was about to snap at any moment. I handed one of the glasses to Damon and was about to walk out of the room when Elena decided to speak up.
"Can you guys even believe him right now?" She bit out and I felt my anger rise even more. Was she freaking serious? "He's not even acting like himself."
"Being stuck in a safe for three months might do that to a guy." I snapped at my cousin, spinning around to see the confused look on her face, probably expecting me to agree with her. "And you know what, I totally see why he would be acting the way he's acting. He was drowning over and over again for months and there's only one person to blame for it." I walked up to Elena as I continued, feeling all of my anger toward Silas burst, making her the unlucky victim. "Do you even remember that Qetsiyah tethered me to Stefan? I felt him drowning, Elena! You were there, you saw it. I went through that, what, three times? He had to have gone through that hundreds of times! Did you really think he would just jump on Silas bandwagon?"
I felt a pair of hands grab onto my waist and pull me back. "Easy there, tiger." Damon said, keeping a hold of me, and I noticed for the first time how close I had gotten to Elena. I took a deep breath to calm myself down but was still too pissed to apologize. Luckily enough for me the sound of someone clearing their throat broke up the momentary tension in the room and I turned toward the sound to see Jeremy standing in the entry way of the parlor, Bonnie's ghost standing next to him.
"We need to talk."
Well, at least it looked like our luck was beginning to turn around. Apparently Amara could not only see ghosts but could touch them too. Bonnie guessed that it was because she was somehow a part of both the living world and the Other Side, which meant that, if we could just get someone to the spell, we could transfer Amara's anchor abilities to Bonnie and our problem would be solved. Unfortunately there was only one witch that could do that and she was completely psychotic. Than again, I would rather work with Qetsiyah than Silas.
I stayed back at the boarding house while Damon went to Qetsiyah's cabin, knowing full well that she would agree since it meant screwing over Silas and Amara one last time. I sat in the study by myself, avoiding Elena for the time being and listening to make sure Amara didn't try and off herself. As I stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows, starring out onto the backyard, I heard footsteps making their way to the study, stopping just outside of the doorway. I waited for whoever it was to speak up first but after almost two minutes it was apparent that they weren't going to say anything.
"Are you just going to stand there or what?" I questioned , closing my eyes and feeling the warmth of the sun as it filtered through the window.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted to be alone." I turned and opened my eyes when I heard Stefan's voice reply, honestly a bit shocked to see him since he had seemed so pissed off earlier.
"Even if I did, you clearly have something you want to say." I said, crossing my arms over my chest as Stefan stopped in front of me, "Go ahead, spit it out."
"I heard what you said to Elena earlier." Stefan started, not that I was surprised by that, I had exactly been quiet about it.
"It's not hard to see where you're coming from, Stefan." I spoke up before he had a chance to continue. "You suffer for three months and come back to find us working with Silas. It probably would have been less painful for us to have literally stabbed you in the back."
"Well, I am glad there's someone here that still seems to have common sense, even if you did work with him." Stefan said and I just shrugged. I'd made better decisions before. "But I was taking about us being tethered." Wow. It hadn't even been twenty four hours and Stefan had already gone back to his 'take all the blame' ways.
"Listen Stefan, It's not your fault a crazy bitch witch thought the best way to get me to find you was mind control and suffocation instead of a text." I sighed, not wanting Stefan to shoulder unnecessary guilt. It was clear just by the look in his eyes that all his memories flooding back were taking a toll on him, the last thing he needed right now was this.
"I know that, but I'm still sorry you had to go through that."
"Stefan, You're the dictionary definition of a good guy, if there's anyone that this shouldn't have happened to, it's you." I watched as a small smile graced Stefan's lips, the first real smile I had seen since he had gotten out of the safe. Now this was a side of Stefan that I really couldn't believe. The guy goes through months of pure hell and still makes sure his friends are okay before taking care of himself. It really showed how amazing he was. As I continued, I walked over to the couch and took a seat. "Anyway, if we're lucky, Silas and Qetsiyah will be out of our lives by the end of the night. Speaking of which, have you ever heard that it's bad luck to kill your double."
"Not you too." Stefan groaned as he plopped down on the couch next to me
I held my hands up in defense as I looked over to Stefan. "Hey, I'm not saying he shouldn't be killed, but have you stopped to think that maybe a two thousand year old witch might have a leg up on you?" Having been where Stefan was, I knew first hand that revenge could be a 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of thing, which really wasn't good when dealing with insanely powerful supernatural creatures. "There is a possibility that he could kill you."
"Audrey, every time I close my eyes all I can see is Silas stabbing me, I can feel myself drowning, and I need to make it stop." It was clear that Stefan really did believe that, since Silas was the root of all his problems, that killing his doppelgänger would end his suffering, but I had my doubts. "I don't kill him, I'm gonna lose my mind, or I'm gonna turn off my humanity, maybe both."
I took one last look at Stefan before getting to my feet, letting out a sigh. "Just be careful okay." I ordered him before walking out of the room without waiting for a response.
"So you live in his giant mansion with your psychic girlfriend and two doppelgangers that are destined to end up together?" I heard Qetsiyah's voice drifting into the house from down the hall, reluctantly walking to the foyer where her and Damon were standing. "I swear there's a sitcom in there somewhere."
"Yeah, I pitched it to a few networks but they weren't interested." Sarcasm dripped from every word and I smirked when Qetsiyah glared at me. "If you're looking for the once immortal anchor that stole your boyfriend, she's in the basement." I hitched my thumb over my shoulder. "Down this hallway, second door on the left." Without a word, Qetsiyah sauntered off toward the basement. Once she was gone I turned toward Damon and smiled, "What's the deal?"
"She'll do it but she needs to draw on the doppelgangers to complete the spell." Damon filled me in quickly as we moved into the parlor. Thank god it was something we had an abundance of here. "The revenge on Silas and Amara definitely won her over though."
"Thought it might, she's pretty revenge driven." I replied. "Speaking of revenge, your brother is still hell-bent on taking out Silas."
"Oh Stefan, always so stubborn." Damon said as he sat down on the couch, grabbing a hold of my hand and pulling me down with him.
"Really?" I cocked an eyebrow at him, "This coming from the guy that chased after a manipulative slut for a hundred and fifty years?" Before Damon had a chance to explain, the door swung open and in walked Caroline and Katherine. "Ah, speak of the devil."
"The cute one's here." Katherine called out and I rolled my eyes as I leaned into Damon's side, taking a hold of his hand and intertwining our fingers.
"That was more poor judgment than stubbornness." Damon countered, resting his chin on my head. I laughed as Qetsiyah returned to the foyer to deal with my least favorite doppelganger.
"She's all yours." Caroline passed Katherine off before joining us in the parlor.
"Have a nice drive back, Barbie?" Damon asked and I didn't even need to look to know that he was smirking.
"Shut up." Caroline huffed as she sunk into one of the arm chairs, looking as if the last two hours had been the worst of her entire life. Well it probably had been seeing as she had been stuck in a small car with a whiney Katherine, a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone. "I swear, after the drive I just went through, this better work."
I sure as hell hoped so because honestly we were running out of options as fast as Bonnie was running out of time. If this didn't work I wasn't sure there would be any way of ever getting her back.
I really hated Silas. Actually, scratch that, I loathed Silas at this point. First he locks Stefan up in a safe for three months, then he backs out resurrecting Bonnie, and now he was trying to ruin our plan b.
I walked down the darkened hallway (Oh did I mention that Silas had blown out all the lights?) silently thanking vampire sight as I made my way to the room Qetsiyah and the doppelgangers had taken over for the spell.
"I can't see anything." It was really amazing that, in a room full of people that all sounded the same, I could still pick out the bitchy tone of Katherine Pierce
"That's cause the powers out in the whole house, Kitty Kat." I replied as I walked into the room, regretting that I hadn't grabbed a flashlight before hand. At least Damon thought things through if the light coming from behind me was any indication.
"What happened?" Damon questioned as he entered the room, shining the flashlight toward Elena and Katherine
"I'm betting on Silas." I guessed and Elena nodded in confirmation. Damon looked around the rest of the room, I followed the beam of light and noticed that we were the only four left.
"Wait. I'm only seeing two doppelgangers." Damon pointed out making Katherine and Elena look around in confusion. "Where's crazy pants?"
"And where's the other crazy?" Elena asked, referring to Qetsiyah who had also disappeared in the short amount of time that it had taken me to get here.
"Well this day just keeps getting better, doesn't it." I groaned as I looked back over to Damon. "You guys look in here for psycho one and two and I'll look around outside?" I waited for Damon's nod before bolting out of the room, hoping to find Amara before Silas had the chance to kill her and destroy the Other Side.
I had been searching over every inch of the Salvatore property for nearly twenty minutes without so much as a trace of Amara or Silas. I tried to listen out for any voices but the woods were silent, the only sound being the crunching of branches as I stepped on them. I jumped slightly when the silence was broken by the sound of my phone ringing, but quickly composed myself before answering.
"Tell me you have good news." I stated, not bothering with introductions as I dove right into the conversation.
"Well, we found Tessa." Damon replied as I continued trudging through the untamed grass, a clear sign that I was reaching the end of the property. "But Amara is nowhere to be found."
"That's because Stefan took her." Elena added and I had to admit, that was a pretty smart move on Stefan's behalf. Well not smart in the 'surviving until morning' way, but in the 'get revenge on Silas' way.
"Silas!"
I pulled the phone away as Amara's scream filled the air, ignoring the sound of Damon trying to get my attention over the line. I ran toward where the sound had come from and only had a split second to notice a dead Silas and an unconscious Stefan before a glint of something metallic caught my eye. I turned my head just as Amara drove a knife right into her chest.
"NO!" I yelled, dropping my phone as I zoomed forward, reaching her just as she fell to the ground, blood already pooling around the wound. I bit into my wrist, watching the blood flow down as I brought it to Amara's lips. "Drink this, Amara. Please." I forced a good amount of blood into her mouth but ,as soon as I pulled my arm away, she began gagging, the blood pouring right back out. I felt myself slip into full on panic mode as Amara started slipping out of consciousness, knowing if I didn't keep her alive there would be no way of getting Bonnie back. "Amara, you gotta stay with me. Please, Amara."
"I've been in hell for two thousand years." Amara choked out, a mixture of her blood and mine trickling from her lips. "Let me die."
"Amara, no. Come on." I begged, my eyes burning as I held back tears. "Please. Please, don't do this." Amara's body sagged and her breathing stopped as the last bit of life in her died out.
I fell back in shock, my eyes glued on the now lifeless body of Amara. In one fell swoop, she had not only ended her life, but the whole of the Other Side. Not only Bonnie, but Alaric and Lexi too. I jumped to my feet when my ringing phone cut through the silence once again, scrambling over to where I had dropped it in the tall grass. "Hello?" I answered, my voice cracking as a few tears spilled over and made their way down my cheeks
"It worked, Audrey." Caroline replied and I had to lean back on the tree next to me. "She's back, Bonnie's back."
I let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through my hair as I looked up to the sky in disbelief. "Oh my God. We actually did it."
"We did." Caroline said with a laugh of her own. "Any luck with finding Amara?"
"Yeah, her and Silas but they didn't make it." I told her as I looked down at the lovers
"Well, I guess that takes care of that." Caroline replied nonchalantly, obviously not caring about the loss of the two doppelgangers. Not that I was sympathetic toward Silas or anything but I did feel bad for Amara. She was really dealt a bad hand in life. "Listen, Damon and Elena are headed your way."
I heard a groan coming from behind me and turned back to where Stefan was sprawled out on the ground, slowly starting to move about. "Care I gotta go." I quickly hung up on Caroline and headed over to Stefan, crouching down in front of him.
"Audrey?" He questioned in confusion as he sat up. "What are you doing here? Where's Silas?" I looked over my shoulder to where Silas's body was haphazardly leaning against a tree with a bloody wound on his chest. " I killed him, he's dead. It's over." The way Stefan said made it sound as if he was trying to convince himself of the fact. "Why don't I feel any better?"
My heart sunk at how devastated Stefan sounded. Although I hadn't that that killing Silas was going to end Stefan's suffering, I had still had a bit of hope. Instead Stefan was still forced to live with all the pain he had faced in the last few months and I was left with a feeling that, even dead, Silas had still won in the end.
The rest of the night past in a blur of burying bodies and welcoming back dead best friends. While everyone was celebrating Bonnie's return and the loss of Amara, Silas, and Qetsiyah, the latter who had killed herself once she was positive that Silas would spend the rest of his eternity separated from his true love, I felt a sense of foreboding wash over me, as if this would be the last time in the near future that we would have anything to celebrate. I tried to shake off the feeling, plastering on a smile whenever someone looked my way. Whatever new evil that could be heading our way, we would handle it the way we always did, together.
Hello lovely readers,
I know, I know, I suck because I haven't updates in a while but, as I'm sure as you all know, life is pretty hectic. I have been training for a new job for the last two months so I haven't had nearly as much time to write as I would have liked. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed. Make sure to review! If I can get three reviews, I will do my best to update by next weekend. So go ahead, press the little button below. Until next time...
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