N: Thursday again…so here's the next chapter. A long going on, I hope it won't give you a headache, enjoy!

Thank you Valerie (2serendipity) for your great beta-read on this!

Guess who?

It was already midnight when they arrived home; Damon got out of the car and sped over to open the door for Elena.

"Thanks," she mumbled and followed him towards the house.

"Finally!" Caroline exclaimed as soon as they got inside.

"You missed me so much, Blondie?" Damon asked with a smirk.

"You wish… By the way, the werewolf didn't turn," she said and Damon raised an eyebrow at her.

Elena came a few steps closer and looked at Damon before directing her attention back to Caroline.

"Maybe he didn't trigger the curse yet," she said.

"Nah, he's healing too quickly and the wolfsbane does affect him. He's turning and twisting in pain, like Tyler does every time he turns, but it doesn't happen…"

"I watched him all night, last night. He was growling like a wolf, but he wasn't a wolf," Alaric said, coming from the kitchen. "But this can wait until morning. We're all exhausted, especially you two," he continued and Elena nodded.

"Yes, I talked to Jeremy; he said to let you know he and Bonnie have news and to meet here in the morning," Elena said.

"Okay, so I'm leaving then … Tyler needs me," Caroline said and using her vampire speed, she was gone before anyone got the chance to say anything.

"I should go too; I'll be back in the morning," Alaric said, following Caroline.

"Wait!" Damon yelled after the teacher. Alaric turned to around, expecting Damon's question. "What about the 'other' wolf?" Damon asked, pointing towards the stairs.

"Oh, Adney said he was going to meditate…don't ask…" Alaric answered, shrugging his shoulders. "He's very nice… It's like he's not even here."

"Thanks Ric, see you in the morning," Damon replied and Alaric nodded.

"No problem; good night, Elena."

"Good night," she answered and Alaric left, leaving them alone.

"Do you mind if I stay here tonight? Jeremy's at Bonnie's and I don't feel like being alone…"

"Not at all, make yourself at home!" Damon said, turning towards the stairs, but Elena caught his hand, forcing him to stop.

"Damon…about what happened in the car…"

"It's ok, Elena; you don't have to explain. We were both tired…nothing happened…" he mumbled and Elena let go of his arm and nodded slightly. "Go to bed, Elena; get some sleep, and just forget about tonight!" he added and Elena didn't know what to say.

"Hmm…ok, good night, Damon," she murmured.

"Night," he threw over his shoulder as he was climbing up the stairs.

She remembered she still had two of Elisaveta's journals she hadn't read. She went to Stefan's room, took them from her desk and headed back downstairs, to the kitchen. With a big glass of milk and a piece of chocolate, she went into the living room. She took a seat in Damon's arm chair in front of the fire and opened the journal that had 'number 18' imprinted on the cover.

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"Hey there," Stefan said absently, as the brunette girl opened her eyes slowly.

"What happened? My head's killing me…" she complained and Stefan smiled.

"You're dead… but don't worry, the pain will go away once you feed."

"Dead? What are you talking about?" she asked as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

Stefan got up from his seat and slowly made his way towards the girl, who cautiously took a step back. The gesture made Stefan smile.

"You remember," he said and the girl nodded slightly.

"I remember you…your face…you…you're a vampire," she said, sounding scared.

"Very good. Now it would be very nice if you would remember everything we talked about so I won't have to explain it to you again," he said.

"Klaus… He gave me his blood, so I'm going to be a vampire?"

"No; better: you're going to be a hybrid."

"What's that?"

"You're going to be a vampire and a werewolf. All you have to do is feed until you kill. We have to wait until the sun goes down and there will be a lot more innocent victims on the road." He said with a wink and the girl raised an eyebrow at him. "You're going to be immortal, Catlin…"

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I came out of the bathroom and crawled into my bed. I missed Klaus; I wasn't used to having that huge bed all to myself. I needed his warmth beside me…and to think he'd be gone another two weeks….

I turned to my right and blew out the candle; the room went dark…so dark. I closed my eyes and prayed for a deep, undisturbed sleep.

A few minutes later I heard noises around the room and pushed myself into a sitting position.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"It's me," I heard his voice answer.

"Elijah…what are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you…" he mumbled and I realized he was close to me; I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I need to talk to you…"

"And this couldn't wait until morning?"

"No…I need to…now…tell you…"

"You're drunk," I said as he got even closer and I could see his face in the moonlight.

"A little," he admitted. "He's dead…"

"Who's dead?"

"Alexander… Alexander's dead…"

"Alexander? As in, your brother?"

"My brother… and now he's dead. It's my fault; I should've been there."

"Elijah, listen to me; look at me! You have to calm down and tell me what happened!"

"He…there was an attack at night, they weren't prepared and he was there and he just…died…"

"Why do you say it's your fault? You couldn't have known about the attack."

"I was supposed to have his back; he always had mine. He was my big brother…and I didn't go back with him, I wanted to stay here to be around you. You fascinated me…you're so beautiful, and so smart. When you walk into a room, you bring light into it. You believe in a better world, in love and all those stories that end with 'happily ever after'. You see the best in people; you read them and get to know them. You know me… I stayed because there's something between us…"

"Yes, we're friends," I answered.

"Friends… No, that's not it; that's not the way you look at me. It's more than that, a lot more and if you're denying it, you're lying. You're lying to me, to him and to yourself."

"I'm… Listen…" I didn't get to finish my sentence, because his lips crushed mine in a violent, possessive way. I immediately pushed him away and wiped my mouth. He tasted funny, like cinnamon and expensive whisky. "What's wrong with you? I care about you, Elijah, I do, but I love Klaus…he's my husband and he always will be…"

"I know you love him, I never said you didn't…but you feel something for me too…"

The next thing I knew the door flew open and Alexander walked in.

"Everything ok? I heard noises and I know Klaus's not at home," he said and Elijah stood up from beside my bed and walked to him like he was in a trance.

"Alexander… Is that really you?" he asked. "I…but how are you… You were dead…I saw you… Your heart wasn't beating and there was so much blood…"

"I was hurt, but it wasn't my blood you saw. I'm fine now," he answered, walking towards Elijah. They hugged and Elijah said he could've sworn he held his dead body in his arms and that's when it hit me…it happened to the first born son already, that meant Elijah was next and then Klaus…I had to do something before it would get to him…

'Get to him before what? Do what?' Elena wondered. 'Why couldn't that woman explain what she was up to,' she thought.

She put the journal on the table beside her and pulled the small blanket over her legs. Suddenly a weird sound caught her attention and she literally jumped from the arm chair. She looked around a few times, but everything looked the same. Strange, she was sure she'd heard a noise...When she turned around, Damon's hand covered her mouth, pressing her against the wall and pushing his body into hers. Elena could feel every muscle and every groove on his body.

Slowly he freed her mouth and pressed his index finger over her lips, letting her know he wanted her to be quiet – he probably didn't know that even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't be able to talk.

He was so close to her that he could smell the soft, fresh scent of her body lotion; he could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, and one of her smooth legs between his. Her small hands were on each side of his waist and his finger was enjoying the softness of her lips. He would give an arm to kiss her right now. He slid his finger over her bottom lip, down her neck, her shoulder…and it all got too much when she let out a soft gasp.

He immediately took his hands off her and placed them on each side of her body, against the wall behind her. She retracted her hands as well, looking uncomfortably at the floor.

"Aren't you two cozy," Katherine said, approaching them.

"Katherine…what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to help Stefan," Damon asked, still standing in front of Elena as a shield.

"I was…I am…I just need to talk to you," she said and Damon nodded.

They walked into the kitchen, leaving Elena alone in the living room.

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She changed the station and a rock song came on, making her raise the volume and sing along with the Goo-goo Dolls. A big, bright sign caught her attention and she read 'Welcome to Mystic Falls'. 'Finally' she exclaimed to herself; she'd been driving for hours. On the other hand, her new Lamborghini Spider was a blast to drive on those deserted routes. She lit a cigarette and opened the window, resting her arm outside. Her electric pink lipstick coloured the white end of her cigarette, and a smirk appeared in the corner of her mouth when she thought about the damage she'd do in this town.

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"Klaus and Stefan split," Katherine said as soon as they got inside the room. "Klaus went looking for me," Damon raised an eyebrow and she nodded. "He thinks I'm in Boston."

"Why would he think that?"

"Because I was, I led him there, but it's a big city and it will take him at least two days before he'll realize I'm not actually there or have ever been for more than a few hours. The thing is, he got there with Stefan and then pouf, Stefan disappeared. I've missed his ripper days, Damon. I heard about them, but I never witnessed them, so I don't know what he thinks, what he plans to do. If he even has a plan…I don't know how to find him."

"So you came to me…"

"Yeah…you're his brother and I know you've been on his trail over the years when he went off the wagon."

"I did…he…he's not the Stefan you know anymore. He's a vicious creature of the night, the only thing he has in mind now is to kill, to feed, and to turn people for fun. He likes to go to small villages where everybody knows everybody and kill them all one by one, so the last few will know he'll come for them. People's fear gives him great pleasure, and the more terrified they are, the better."

"Wow…and they say you're the unstable one," Katherine said and Damon had her pressed against the wall in a split second, his hand around her neck; he lowered his head towards her, close enough to almost touch her skin.

"Why did you tell Elena you loved both of us…me and Stefan?" he asked.

"Because it's true," she answered as she pushed Damon against the kitchen table. A glass slipped on off the table and fell to the floor, the noise making Elena jump from behind the wall. She pressed her hand against her chest and took a deep, silent breath in order to calm her heartbeat so Katherine or Damon wouldn't hear it.

"True, my ass; you told me yourself you never loved me! Remember that night when you supposedly came to say goodbye, right before running off and killing Caroline? You told me then that you never loved me, that it was always Stefan and that it would always be Stefan," he mumbled and Elena's heart ached, remembering telling him those words herself that very same night.

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear, Damon. I thought you knew me better than that; you were always the one that saw me for who I really was, even before you became a vampire…" she purred, rubbing her hand on his chest, his abs, and back again.

Elena took a deep breath and stopped in the doorway, just in time to see Damon's hand tangle in Katherine's hair. He pulled her lips over his and kissed her… They looked like he was about to eat her and she was about to rip his clothes off.

"That doesn't mean I believe you," he whispered in her ear. "That was just my frustration that I can't kiss her," he continued and he could swear she looked hurt for a split second.

"You still want me, Damon! Admit it!" she said, smirking.

Damon pushed her off him and reached for something from his pocket. He placed the small object in her hand and closed her fingers over it.

"The guy that gave you this, is dead; he doesn't exist anymore," he said firmly.

"What about the guy that just gave it back?" she asked, recognizing the bracelet with her lapis lazuli stone in it and the little locket Damon had given her a hundred and forty-six years ago.

"That guy's off limits to you, Katherine," he answered and Elena smiled slightly.

"Oh, I bet you're happy; you got them both," Katherine said to Elena, and took off before anyone got the chance to say anything. Damon turned around and saw Elena standing in the doorway. He started walking towards her slowly.

"How long have you been there?" he asked.

"A while…I saw you kiss her…" and if he wouldn't know better, he would think he could detect a hint of jealousy in her voice; but that wasn't possible now, was it?

"Damon!" they heard Caroline yell from the hallway. Damon sped over, leaving Elena alone again.

"I'm not deaf, Blondie. I heard you. What's wrong?"

"Well, I thought you and Tyler could talk to Robert. One of each species, you know?"

"Alright, call the dog! I'll go take a shower, I have to wash off the taste of betrayal," Damon said and ran up the stairs before Caroline had the chance to respond.

"What's with him?" she asked Elena a few minutes later.

"Katherine was here," Elena answered.

"Oh…that explains his mood."

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"He says he'll only talk with the doppelganger," Tyler said as he came from the dungeon. Damon followed a few seconds after.

"We'll make him talk," he said, heading towards an old rusty cabinet, but Elena stopped him.

"I'll talk to him. He can't hurt me through the door, so I'll be fine," she said, walking towards the basement.

"Aren't you going to stop her?" Caroline asked.

"Why would I stop her?" Damon fired back.

"Because you always stop her…"

"She's not a little girl; she can take care of herself. If she wants to go talk to a wolf by herself, who am I to stop her, right?" Damon answered. He walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a generous portion of bourbon.

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"So, you wanted to talk to me. What are you and why are you really in Mystic Falls?" Elena asked.

"My name really is Robert Evans and I'm here to warn you," he answered, approaching the door and Elena took a step back. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

"To warn me about what?"

"The sacrifice…the Originals, they know you are the doppelganger, and they'll come for you."

"Well, that's too little, too late. The sacrifice happened and the curse is broken. Now, I'll ask you again before I'll go get Damon and he's not the one for words: what are you?"

"I'm a werewolf," he said simply.

"It's not working; my friends say you didn't turn."

"It's the ring," he said, showing her the big, unusual ring on his right hand finger. "The ring is spelled; it prevents me from turning, but the pain's still there. My body's preparing to turn and the spell pushes back, it's like a fight that takes place in my body. Vampire blood usually helps me; it makes it less painful."

"Oh…" Elena mumbled. She didn't know what to say, if she should trust him or not.

"Harmony told me I might be too late…" he said and Elena took a step closer.

"That's the name of the witch that spelled your ring and send you here to warn me?" she asked and he nodded.

"Yes, Harmony Bennett. She's a great woman, I met her three years ago. A year after I triggered the curse. She helped me a lot, I owe her so much…I couldn't say no when she asked me to do this. The plan was to enter your circle, gain your trust and explain everything to you, but I guess you are already familiar with the whole thing."

"So you planned on marring Kelly to get to me?"

"Well, believe it or not, but I actually like the woman. I don't want to marry her, not yet anyway, but she just wouldn't come home. I proposed, since I know for a fact that no woman can resist sharing that with friends and family."

"What else did Harmony Bennett tell you?"

"She told me if I have any problems all I need to do is to find her daughter, Bonnie…I think she said…I'm not sure though, I'm really bad with names, always mix them up."

"Oh God…" Elena shouted.

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Bonnie and Jeremy walked in holding hands, but she immediately let go as all the eyes in the room got stuck on them.

"We have news," Jeremy said.

"Yeah…we have some of that too," Damon said in a sarcastic tone.

"Jeremy's seeing dead vampires and I think he'll be able to talk to Elijah. With a bit of luck he is where his whole family is," Bonnie said.

"Bonnie…Robert was sent here by your mother…" Elena said in a weak voice and Bonnie's eyes opened wide.

"What?" she asked, surprised.

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