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"They're still not here..."

"Maybe they went away?"

"No, they were still here last night. One of them was chasing us."

Klaus and Stefan stood before the same girl at 7am in the morning.

Klaus grabbed the girl roughly and compelled her to tell the truth.

"I really don't know! I've been here since you came yesterday and they still haven't come back!"

Klaus put her down roughly. "This is bad. Somebody must be behind this."

"They left me here! Alone! Maybe they don't want want to come back! And maybe they don't want me!" the girl sobbed.

"Shut up!" Klaus yelled at her. She cringed.

"Was there anyone who came to harass you lately while I'm not around?" Klaus turned to Stefan.

"Nope," Stefan lied.

"I know Katherine was here yesterday... That bitch! It should've been her!" Klaus screamed, enraged. The girl covered her ears.

"But how are you so sure that it was her?" Stefan asked calmly.

"Who else do you think it could be? Katherine wants revenge. I know that. And she's in town!"

"Well, it also could be your sister. Didn't you know Rebekah wants to take revenge on you too? I don't know, but now I'm thinking of it, your whole family probably wants to sabotage you now."

"You're right... I don't even know their whereabouts! Yeah, it might not be Katherine. There are lots of possibilities. Maybe even the Bennett witches," Klaus snarled.

"There's lots of time to figure that out."

Klaus turned to the girl, "When your friends get back, tell them that they won't want to escape me next time." The girl nodded timidly and hid back inside her tent. Klaus gestured to Stefan to go back and pack up. They were going somewhere else to search.

Katherine was off to the next nearest place where the werewolves were. Thank goodness they were still up in the mountains or forest, packing up after their transformation in the morning. This time, Katherine had brought a friend along so it would be easier for her to get them to get out of Klaus' way. Lucy, one of the Bennett witches, was more than happy to help Katherine stop Klaus.

"Hello, everyone! I am Katherine and this-" Katherine grabbed Lucy "-is my witch friend, Lucy. I am not here to harm you, but here to warn you - although I am a vampire - that there is this hybrid named Klaus would come for you and change you into a hybrid."

A murmur went around the werewolves and humans. They seemed to believe her.

Lucy continued for her. "Klaus will come here to turn you into hybrids - half werewolf, half vampire - and then force you to kill innocent people and follow him and sacrifice your own life for him. He might even make you reveal the whereabouts of your own fellow werewolf friends so he may go to look for them to turn them and do the same what he would do with your pack. I'm sure you wouldn't want that for your own fellow friends and for yourself. Please consider our warning."

Thers was another murmur that went around them, some of them nodding their heads this time round.

So Katherine and Lucy continued, discussing their plan with the werewolves and telling them how Katherine's plan had worked for the last pack, but it wouldn't be a good idea to do the same as they did for the last pack.

The pack agreed. Katherine and Lucy rejoiced.

This should work out.

Elena found herself in Stefan's bed alone in the morning.

I thought I asked Damon to stay? she thought. She climbed out of bed, brushed her teeth and when she was brushing her hair, she smelt pancakes cooking. Thank goodness Damon wasn't cooking porridge for her even though she quite liked it.

When she arrived in the kitchen, Damon was just laying down the last pancake onto a plate. He smirked at her shocked face. There was almost a stack of pancakes around a foot high made just for her.

"Morning, princess."

"Oh my gosh, Damon. Why did you cook so much?"

"Only for you, princess. I don't want you to faint on today's activities."

"What? I can't eat so much... And what activities are we gonna do?" Elena gave Damon the evil eye.

"Yes, you can eat that much. I know you like to eat. We are gonna do..." Damon trailed off suggestively and smirked again.

"Ugh. I can't stand you. Thanks for making so much for me to eat."

"You're not gonna eat it by yourself. I am going to eat some too."

"You're just wasting food. You don't need it."

"You know what? I think you're right. Then you shall finish it all by yourself," Damon laughed and Elena growled.

"You got to be kidding me! Damon!" Elena yelled as Damon walked out of the kitchen. She huffed and got down to eating.

"Seriously? Bowling? Damon... What good does this do? I suck at it," Elena scowled.

"And I'm totally good at it," Damon smirked.

"So you made me come here to laugh at me while you probably just give a strike after strike?" Elena asked, furious.

"Nope. We're here to train your arm muscles. Now. How heavy would you like your ball to be?"

"8 pounds, please."

"8 pounds? Really? That's so light," Damon mused as he picked up one for her to try and he literally dropped it in her hands.

"Ow! Damon!"

"Is it fine? It looks like it suits you fine. Now I shall get myself a 30 pound ball..." he joked. "Too bad there's no such heavy ones here. I shall get the heaviest I can find here... Hmm... Ah! A 13 pound one. That's quite rare."

"Show off," Elena muttered.

They went over to an alley Damon had booked earlier. Damon went first and made a strike. Elena got a 7, 2 and she pouted.

They played game after game the whole afternoon although Elena got tired but Damon pressed her on. She was having as much fun as Damon was. And when Elena had hit her first strike in her second game, Damon cheered alog with her.

On their way back home, Elena complained, "I'm starving. Is there anything to eat besides porridge and pancakes?"

"Yes. Steak, fish and chips, spaghetti..."

"You're cooking? Okay. Then please cook for me spaghetti..." Elena wondered what kind of spaghetti Damon would cook.

"Sure. No problem, princess."

"You're spoiling me. But thanks anyway."

A/N: Chapter... What again? Oh yeah. 11! It seems like days have become months. Gosh. I don't like the feeling of that. No wonder I'm always tired. I hope my writing hasn't de-proved over these few days...

This chapter's inspired song: State of Grace by Taylor Swift

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