A/N: By request, I continue the story. I don't know yet how many more chapters there would be but they will reflect the current development of The Vampire Diaries with slight alterations of course.

Disclaimer: The characters of the Vampire Diaries' universe belong to CW network but the words are mine.

The Day of the Witch

AU/VD: Set after 'All my children', Elena Gilbert disappears. Trouble soon arrives and gets the originals very worried. The town discovers they have bigger problems than ever before. Elena returns as the heir of the most powerful sorceress ever and has plans of her own for the vampire community.

Chapter 11

A new threat

One year passed since Elena Gilbert shocked Mystic Falls by taking over the hybrid armies. Her revealed heritage as a witch shocked many and surprised a ton of others, and disgusted the rest. Elena however did not give it much of a thought mostly because she was not there.

She was busy putting her plans into effect. Crime rate around the globe dropped seventy-four percent. Her hybrid army took care of it. Police and other agencies stood baffled of the inexplicable help they received in the face of these unknown vigilantes. The dark princes of the night became the world's best hope for a brighter future but crime organizations around the world did not find it so entertaining. They used all their resources to learn more of this new terrible force to no end.

Another terrible force rose up. In Mystic Falls, a history professor with the help of Bonnie though reluctantly helped Sillas, the first immortal to come back to life. His rampage quickly attracted the hybrids but they were no match for this ancient creäture despite their best efforts to the contrary. The remaining hybrids informed their new mistress.

Elena Gilbert returned to Mystic Falls. She learnt the most painful news. This awful creäture used her little brother to rise from the grave. She knew Jeremy had returned to Mystic Falls but that he was dead she did not know. She now had every reason to seek out this despicable creäture and put him back into his grave, this time for good. Her hybrids also told her Sillas was able to control and manipulate even the originals.

Elena needed speak with her teacher. She reached the place she first disappeared and established contact.

"Morana, I need your help!"

A shimmering fog streamed from the ground. The bridge appeared.

"Speak, child,"

"Have you heard of an immortal named Sillas?"

There was a pause. "Yes, I know of him."

"How can he…?"

"Die?"

"Yes,"

"He is not like the others, Elena. He is much more powerful but not unbeatable. It is a witch that trapped him and a witch can do it again."

"I don't want to trap him I want to kill him."

"What has happened?"

"He drained my little brother to rise."

"I see."

"Apparently his powers of persuasion and illusion are very strong. He can even influence the originals."

"I see." Morana paused again. She stayed silent for some time. "He is not easy. Proceed with caution."

"How do I protect myself from him?"

Morana let a soft laughter. "Use the perception necklace and the mind immunity spell I showed you. Sillas can assume anyone's form by sensing your feelings and thoughts but with the necklace you will see what he really looks like."

"Thank you,"

"Elena, go ahead with caution. Sillas is very resourceful. He may even use your friends against you."

"Klaus tried that and did not work."

"Klaus doesn't have the same powers."

"I will exercise caution."

"I made you powerful Elena but never underestimate your opponents."

"I won't. Thank you,"

Sillas, the immortal, tried very hard to make Bonnie understand the dangers of expression but she still refused. He needed something drastic and dramatic to make her understand. He needed her to open the door – life and death together.

He came to learn Jeremy Gilbert's sister have returned, the one who brought him to life. He looked forward to meeting her. The rumors flying around about her were most interesting. But the rumors came from humans and were not reliable. Bonnie proved equally unreliable when it came to her friend.

He decided to use the image of Jeremy and make acquaintance with her. Sadly she was nowhere around. No one seemed to know where she is and the hybrids killed themselves before he could extract any valuable information. This he found unusual as his powers were usually very effective.

Perhaps the form of Jeremy was not the best solution. He also needed to find the vial that was with him in the tomb. He learnt another vampire had taken it – Katherina. She was not though in Mystic Falls and this annoyed him. The originals were nowhere around either. He expected at least several of them. One of course was already dead – Cole. He had Jeremy kill him so the map can become full and his tomb found. The other resident vampires – the Salvatore brothers disappeared around his arrival.

In many ways Sillas was more than alone. Loneliness surrounded him. He could manipulate anyone's mind but never show his true self. His beloved, the one he betrayed, made sure of that. He thought the only person that could see him is Bonnie. She has to drop the veil.

Sillas emerged from his thoughts as he had caught up on a conversation nearby that was of use to him.

"Are you coming tonight?"

"Yes, where was it again?"

"Michelson's Manor,"

"Right, I love those parties."

Sillas was all ears. The manor in question belonged to the originals. So perhaps they have returned and he can use them to meet his goals. He will attend this party and party in his way.

Evening came quickly. He reached the manor. Glamour did not even give justice to this party as Sillas noticed. Luxury and cost did not seem a big deal. The drinks and food were of the highest quality.

Sillas mingled with the partying people easily but no matter how hard he looked there were no originals around. There were though a lot of hybrids more than usual. They were not a problem for him but still. It was highly intriguing. There were also vampires from at least four cities. He sensed them easily.

Suddenly the light of the projector fell on him directly. It startled him greatly. The people around him formed a circle and he was in its center.

"The guest of honor," A voice said. It seemed coming from everywhere so he was unable to pinpoint it. "Ladies and Gentlemen greet warmly Sillas, the first immortal, or so he thinks."

Startled and surprised barely described his feelings. He was still in an assumed form and yet this someone whoever it was, spotted him.

"Aren't we ugly?" The voice continued. Sillas sensed much coldness in it, superiority and disgust. The latter was not due of his looks.

"Who are you?" Sillas asked. He was still unsure whether this someone truly saw his natural look or not. But the spotlight had not moved. Actually it did with every move he made. Just a second ago he tried breaking through the circle of people only to discover he couldn't. He clearly had sensed a ward.

The hybrids on the landing above him separated and Sillas' eyes went out of their orbit. It resembled Katherina but he knew at once it was Elena Gilbert. She wore red white gown with a sparkling necklace and emerald gemmed ring adorned her hand. Her eyes were cold and fixed on him. Sinister laughter streaming from her sent shivers down his spine.

"Elena Gilbert," Sillas said and promptly shifted his form to that of her dead brother.

"I imagine the others see you now differently as you just shifted your perception aura but you are still very ugly and that no mind illusion can change." She said.

Sillas was poised to make his move but he froze in his steps. She sees his true form. He shook head and mumbled: 'Impossible'. No one can see it unless he wishes it. But the truth stared back at him. He could see it in her eyes. 'How' he wondered. 'How is this possible?'

"I hope you enjoy the last few days of your miserable existence. It is all you have left."

Sillas frowned. What does she mean? He shook head. Does she have any idea who is he? He is Sillas the immortal. "You have nothing on me, little girl."

He regretted saying it immediately. Unimaginable pain coerced through his body and he fell on a knee gasping for relief. And it vanished just as quickly as it appeared.

"Choose your words carefully, immortal!" Elena Gilbert's voice thundered and thunder noise filled the room.

His eyes shifted to a shadow near him and his heart leapt. It was Bonnie.

"Leave him alone, Elena."

"Ah,"

Sillas sensed such mockery streaming from Elena's answer.

"You and which army, Bonnie?" Elena added.

"I am much more powerful than the last time, Elena."

"Oh, my, what shall I do? The little Salem witch is more powerful than the last time. Oh dear!"

Bonnie chose not to respond to this remark. The room became darker. The torches' flames erupted around.

Elena could see a shadow growing. Her eyes narrowed. Enough, she whispered. She changed her posture and the flames returned to normal. Light replaced the growing darkness.

The showmanship exhausted Bonnie but she turned her attack towards Elena and she cracked under its pressure. Her face contorted with pain. Bonnie pressed her advantage. Blood erupted from her nose.

The emerald ring flared and Elena was back on her feet. Her hand flew forwards and Bonnie blasted backwards, smashed into the wall. It was now her turn. Elena whispered something and a dark shimmering cloud appeared. It swirled and moved to Bonnie. It climbed up her body and begun choking her. In the tiny moment where Elena was on her knees the ward broke and Sillas used the time to take Bonnie and vacate the area.

"Shall we pursue them, mistress?" Hybrid Jen asked.

"No," Elena replied. "But do keep an eye on Bonnie."

"And the other?"

"He is far too powerful for you. He can assume the form of anyone and fool you. No, keep an eye on Bonnie. I will soon take care of this creäture."

Sillas put Bonnie down. He did not suspect Elena Gilbert of witchcraft. Nothing in his research even remotely indicated she was one. This complicated his task greatly. Bonnie was able only for a moment to break through her defenses that were very impressive. Nah, Sillas thrust head. Elena's powers rivaled those of his beloved – Quetsia, the one who he betrayed and then she punished him in this eternal hell.

"Bonnie," He called her.

Bonnie stirred and coughed hard. "What happened?"

"The dark cloud had almost finished choking you."

"Yeah, I remember." She felt her throat. It was sore.

"If you had told me she is a witch we could have avoided this confrontation." Sillas reproached her.

"Don't remind me I had to save your skin." Bonnie blurted out. She stood up and moved away from him. Elena was still very powerful.

Bonnie fell on the floor and buried her hands in her hair. She could not believe the last hour. She attacked her best friend to protect this despicable creäture responsible for so much death. These expression powers were out of control. This is why she needed this thing.

And then something hit her – an epiphany. Some of the spells she used were solely for vampires. Her eyes opened wide. How was this possible? Nah, it can't be. Elena was not a vampire. She was a witch. Both were not possible. Her mother was the living proof of that. She was a witch and then turned vampire she was a witch no longer. But then why did her spells worked on Elena?

"What is it Bonnie?" Sillas asked clearly sensing her confused thoughts.

Bonnie decided not to share this with him, not yet. "Nothing. I can't believe I attacked my best friend to save you."

"You did this for everyone's good."

"Hardly,"

"Bonnie, your expression is out of control and I am the only one that can help you with that. This is why you need me."

"There is that but only that." Bonnie said. "We are not friends or anything, Sillas."

"Of course not,"

Damon Salvatore reached Atlanta. His information indicated he would find Katherina here with the vial. He stopped to ponder on what that witch told him. Another immortal just as difficult to kill like the originals had risen from the grave killing young Jeremy Gilbert, well draining. And Katherine was there to steal a vial that could potentially turn anyone from vampire back to human.

His brother and he considered the implications of this. One choice was Klaus and the other this Sillas or whatever his name was. They had other choices of course – themselves but Damon would never choose thus. He was happy as vampire. His brother on the other hand would consider it.

His cellular rang. Frustrated, he picked it up. It was Stefan. He began feeling like a girlfriend. His brother seemed to call every hour or so. So much for trust, Damon shook head and answered. "What?"

"Hello will be nice." Stefan replied in his usual reproaching tone.

"What?" Damon repeated annoyingly.

"Katherine has an apartment on…"

"Yes, I know."

"How?"

"How what?"

"Who told you?"

"I spoke with…why am I bothering?" Damon said and hung up. "Capricious as a woman, there are times…" He continued his interrupted walk mumbling and shaking head and thus did not see a shadow cross. He fell backwards and all was black.

He woke up. He was in a room on a chair. He was also in restraints. Cursing his predicament seemed right. A shadow crossed and before him Katherina stood with a big smile on her face.

"Damon, dear, how nice of you it is, to drop by!" Katherina circled him before sitting in his lap and laying a kiss on him. "So tasty," She licked his cheek and then her lips, opening and closing her mouth she purred with pleasure, whether simulated or not Damon could not tell, and got off him. She brought a chair and sat opposite him. "What brings you here?"

"You,"

"Oh," She squealed girlishly and gave him a pet on the cheek. "I'm touched." Then the playful look returned in her eyes, and of course she slapped him. "You came for the vial. Well, you're not getting it. Dearest Elena has special plans for that."

"Elena?" Damon's eyebrow flew high. It was unusual for Katherina to ally herself with her doppelgänger. "Seriously, you and her, together in whatever, I don't buy it."

"We all have our agenda, Damon. She was hers and I have mine."

"Which is?"

"Get rid of Klaus, of course. He chased me for five centuries and he is still doing it and I want him gone one way or the other."

"So, you make Klaus human and then…goodbye original, goodbye?"

"No, sweetie," She caressed him playfully. "Elena will kill Klaus. She did not say how though. It doesn't matter. Anyone he's a goner."

"And the vial is what – Sillas?"

"Oh, no," She laughed softly. "No, the vial has other purposes."

"Those are?"

"None of your business,"

"I will find out."

"Good luck with that,"

"Do you mind untying me?"

"I do."

She stood up and circled him again. Her cellular rang. "Ah, Elena, I was just talking about you. Oh – with Damon. Would you like to say hello? It is Elena, Damon." She put the phone on his ear.

"Elena," Damon said. "I've felt better. What do you want with the vial? What…I can't hear you. Oh, wench, it is for you."

Katherina gave him a playful slap. "What? Again? Sure. Yes, I will see you in two days."

"What did she want?" Damon asked.

"You won't like it."

"Reall..?" Damon could not finish as Katherina snapped his neck.

"There it is done." Katherina moved to her aquarium and took out the vial. She put it in her purse and left.

Damon woke some time later. He twirled his neck. "I hate her. I hate them both." The door sprang open and Stefan entered.

"Now how about that?" Stefan said seeing him.

"Do you mind?"

"Sure," Stefan untied him and Damon stood up stretching.

"This is the second time today she snaps my neck."

"Oh, well," Stefan observed suppressing a smile.

"Don't you start?" Damon said pointing a finger at him. "She's still in league with Elena."

"Old news, brother,"

"Yeah, Elena plans to kill Klaus."

"Oh,"

"For Katherine to be onboard, her plan must be epic."

"I agree."

"She's up to something big."

"How so?"

"All the witches we knew back then. They keep their distance big time. And the vampires they run."

"What?" Stefan asked trying to understand his brother's mumblings so Damon explained what he meant. Stefan was pensive. He never bought the Samaritan benevolence of the hybrids anyway. It resembled a diversion. His brother was right. Elena was up to something bigger, and the vial, Sillas, they all had a role to play.

"So what now, brother?"

"We go back to Mystic Falls and find out what she's up to."

"And?"

"Stop her."

"Being witchy and stuff, it will present a problem."

"Witches are not untouchable and neither is she."

"And the hybrids, we can take care of."

"Right," Stefan and Damon left together.

Sillas succeeded in convincing Bonnie. She spent her time studying the spell that will drop the veil and let every supernatural creäture roam free. Sillas, he planned saying hello to Qetsiyah. He had a score to settle with her.

Everything was ready at last. Bonnie performed the spell and miracle the veil between life and death fell. Every supernatural creäture was free. He could now focus on his task while the specters create the necessary diversion for his plans.

There was just one thing that bothered him and it was the witch Elena Gilbert. The last time they met was a day ago around the Grill. She seemed awfully cheerful about his plan to drop the veil. She even encouraged him to do it faster. At the time he did not pay attention but now he could not help but wonder why. He of course gloated about it but she only smiled and her eyes sparkled with joyful flames.

In her eyes he did see again his reflection. He knew she saw him for what he really was. He still wondered how. Of all the creatures, she was the only one. The spell of Qetsiyah did not work on her. And yet again, the question popped in his mind – Who is Elena Gilbert, who is she really? She defies every supernatural law. A witch yes, she was but way more powerful that any Sillas knew. She also resisted his powers and no creäture could do that. But the most annoying thing was that he could not even sense her. It drove him crazy.

Sillas thrust head. He left the cave where he spent his time thinking and was back in the city where people screamed. They saw dead and loved ones walk among them. It was picturesquely terrifying.

Elena was atop the hill overlooking Mystic Falls. She waited for someone to come that's why she left Bonnie drop the veil. She looked forward to seeing Jeremy, Isobel, John and Aunt Jenny again too. They were to come as well. For now however her focus was elsewhere.

"I am here at last, Child."

A voice broke her thoughts and she turned around.

"Morana,"

To be continued…

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