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"Okay Damon, i am now going to go save your girl. Saving Alaric is not in my control, so, onto Elena." Charmeine stood up and walked outside. Damon didn't follow her, he knew she was just going out of sight before zapping herself to wherever Elena was.

He was both confused and amused. Confused about Alaric and someone going through the trouble of hiding him.

Amused, because Charmeine called Elena his girl. Even though he knew it wasn't true, he felt a little bit of joy in hearing those words... your girl.

Charmeine stood patiently behind a tree, as Elena watched Isobel burn in the sun. Surprisingly, Elena was sobbing real hard. Seeing Isobel burn to death in front her really did a number on Elena. She was on her knees, looking down, wiping her tears when she heard crunching of leaves. Instinctively, Elena stood up and looked around preparing herself for some kind of a fight. When she saw Charmeine walking towards her, her heartbeat fastened and she started stumbling backwards. The last she remembered of Charmeine was from the night Charmeine had un-daggered Elijah. She's dangerous. That's all that kept going on in Elena's mind. She was about to make a run for it, but before she could turn around; Charmeine was in front of her. She had teleported herself there.

"Relax, I am not here to hurt you," Charmeine said while looking around to see if anyone else was there. Isobel's allies maybe?

Elena didn't say anything. She was pretty out of it really. Being kidnapped and watching your biological mother die, all in what, 2 hours time? Yeah, it was pretty exhausting.

"Come," Charmeine slowly backed away and motioned for Elena to take her hand.

"Where are you taking me?" Elena asked, tiredly. She was pretty sure Charmeine was taking her to Elijah. Who, according to her guess, was going to lock her in a room until the sacrifice.

"Home," Charmeine replied, looking at the scared teenager in front of her. She felt pity for her. But then she reminded herself how this very scared looking teenager had daggered her husband. And all pity she felt for Elena, was replaced by anger. Charmeine was a pretty composed person, much like Elijah. She never let her emotions show. She was very hard to read. Pushing the anger she felt for Elena back, she quickly grabbed the teenager's hand and teleported both of them to the Salvatore Boarding House.

Elena was sitting on the couch drinking water while Damon was sitting beside her, rubbing his hands up and down Elena's back, calming her. Charmeine was leaning on the far end of the wall watching Damon console Elena. She could easily see how much Damon cared for her. And the way Elena relaxed at Damon's touch, Charmeine was pretty sure Elena felt the same.

"I cannot locate Alaric," Bonnie announced while walking into the living room, Stefan hot on her heels.

"I think I've already established that fact," Charmeine spoke. Stefan and Bonnie turned around to look at her.

"Which brings me back to the million dollar question, what the hell are you?" Damon asked Charmeine.

"I am an angel," Charmeine replied. She wasn't going to beat around the bush anymore. These people needed to know what she was. They needed to not take her for granted. She could destroy them within matter of seconds and they needed to know that.

"You're WHAT?!" Bonnie beat Damon to it and exclaimed.

"I am an angel. I have powers and one of them is to track things. Living and non-living," Charmeine explained.

"So, when I say that I cannot track something, rest asure, witches can't either," She spoke addressing Stefan, who had a dumbfounded look on his face.

Damon was letting this information sink in. Of course, angels existed too. Aside from Vampires, witches, doppelgangers, werewolves, millions of other supernatural creatures existed. Angels, being one of them. He had too many questions on his mind, but Alaric's disappearance took priority above his curiosity. He would interrogate Charmeine later. Right now, he needed to find a way to locate Alaric.

"What do we do now?" Stefan asked Charmeine, ignoring the millions of questions and concerns popping into his head. Apparently, he was concerned for his history teacher too.

"I don't know. Jenna's safe. Elena's safe. I gave you 2 out 3. Can't you manage 1 by yourselves?"

"Where did you find Jenna?" Damon asked while walking towards the liquor cabinet. He wanted to stay by Elena's side, calm her and hold her. But, he couldn't. Stefan, Elena's boyfriend, was home. It was Stefan's job to comfort Elena, not his.

"Some foreclosed house on the outskirts of Grove Hill," Charmeine replied and walked towards Damon, who was pouring bourbon in his glass. Charmeine motioned her hand for Damon to make her one and Damon started pouring bourbon in another glass.

"Wait a minute, has anyone tried asking Jenna? Maybe she knows something about Alaric's disappearance. Were they both…" Elena paused contemplating how to finish her sentence. It's not always you get to say things like these. I mean, ever heard your Aunt and her boyfriend who is also part time vampire hunter being kidnapped by your Biological mother, who not to mention burned herself to death after kidnapping her own daughter? Yeah, Elena's silence was well justified.

"Kidnapped together? Yeah, probably." Damon finished for her.

"Where is she by the way?" Stefan asked.

"Sleeping her way through an extra dose of chloroform," Damon sneered. Vampires or no vampires, kidnapping someone by smothering them with Chloroform was just too much of a cliche.

"I need to check on her, maybe she has woken up by now," Elena said, standing up.

"She's upstairs. 4th bedroom on the left," Damon instructed. He had brought Jenna home with him. Gilbert House wasn't safe anymore. He would be damned if he let Elena's aunt get kidnapped twice in a day.

Elena walked upstairs and entered the room Jenna was sleeping in.

She saw her aunt and silent tears flowed through her eyes.

She felt guilty for keeping her aunt in the dark and that she was the reason her aunt went through all that today.

She slowly lay down beside her, her head resting on Jenna's shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was exhausted and she wasn't up for the drama that was going on downstairs. It was selfish of her, and she knew that, but as of today, she didn't have a mother anymore. Isobel, no matter how much of a disappointment she was, Elena felt that she cared for her a little bit. That, she went through all this trouble to save her. Jenna was the only mother figure left in her life and she really didn't want to lose her. She clutched her aunt's hand and snuggled into her side.

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