Chapter Eight. Make Me Your Enemy.
Part Two.

"Finally!" Caroline rolls her eyes, and gets into the car.

Isa stares at the space where Caroline was standing. This is not going to be good. Caroline is going kill her when she realizes that Tyler left. And… perhaps…Isabelle is just a little bit afraid of her. Her picture of scary woman and sharp nails is exactly Caroline, though, she's dressed nicely. But still…women are way, way scarier than men. And Caroline seems the scariest of them all. Isabelle never knows where she's standing with the vampire.

Isa sighs and opens the passenger's seat. Almost instantly, Caroline speeds off. Isa looks at her. There's something wrong…Isa tries to remember what Tyler said to her on the way from the car to the house, the first time. But it's all vague and-

"What did you say to Tyler, so he let you go? With him being your guard dog and all." Caroline says snappily.

Isa swallows, feeling the rage boil of Caroline in waves. And then, she remembers the letter from Tyler to Caroline. She gets it out of her jean pocket, and realizes at the same time that she is still wearing some of Rebekah's clothes…that's just so wrong. "He wasn't there to…let me go…as you put it." Isabelle mumbles.

Caroline frowns at her. "What do you mean?" Her voice is soft. Perhaps, this is going to be a little different than Isa expected it to be.

"He asked me to give this to you." Isabelle places it, in the cup holder in the between the seats. "I think it's a letter to explain to you, why he left."

Suddenly, the car slings slightly and Isa tightly grabs the fabric of her seat. "H-he left?"

Her voice is so tiny and Isa can't help but to want to make it better. So, she smiles sweetly at Caroline. "He's going to break his sire-bound for you."

Caroline eyes widen at that. "Really? Just like that?"

Isa nods, feeling very content suddenly. She's really a sucker for happy-endings. "Yes. He was waiting for me, last night when I got back from my…trip. He told me that he contacted someone, who could help him."

"Why would choose to do that all of the sudden?" Caroline asks indignantly and a little whiny. Isa thinks it sweets of her. Caroline really does care about him, even if the sign were already clear.

Isabelle looks down, because she can't help but to smile. "He just needed a small push in the right direction. That's all." She answers softly. She doesn't want to take away of Tyler's doing.

Caroline glances over at her, with a surprise. And Caroline smiles at the younger girl, who's fumbling shyly with her hands in her laps, and hiding her smile out of modesty. Perhaps, Caroline judged her wrongly…after all, there has to be a reason that she survived Klaus for two weeks straight and is still keeping it together.

Especially because she's isn't outspoken like most people. And she's actually very shy. Caroline can't completely understand. But she nods to herself, wanting to give the younger girl a chance.

-0-

"Yeah—But isn't Klaus like a really hostile host?"

Isabelle snickers. "You can put that on Roxy's understatements of the year list."

They walk into the house. What's it with not locking front doors in this town? Isabelle thinks it's just really strange. But guess having a house full of vampires changes security reasons. Caroline frowns, "Who's Roxy?"

Isa's eyes widen. "Oh, euhm—just someone I met…a while ago." Sorry Roxy', she thinks. But Isa has the feeling that she needs to reveal the details only when it's really necessary.

Caroline hums, but Isa can still feel her thinking. They walk into the living room.

"But the prophecy tell us about—Oh, hey Bells. You're here." Bonnie finishes hurriedly. But Isa has already heard enough and has seen the look in her eyes. She looks very busted.

"Which prophecy, Bonnie?"

Bonnie looks at Damon and Elena. Damon is slowly moving his head. Isa rolls her eyes. "I'm not blind, Damon. You might just tell me."

"It's really not necessary, Bambi." Damon says, trying to smile charmingly. But those things, don't work on Isabelle.

Isa turns to Bonnie, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest. "It's about me, isn't it?" Bonnie furrows her brows. "A witch mentioned it before…but she dis—didn't want to tell me. I need to, if I'm in need of winning…his trust."

Damon narrows his eyes at her. "What does it matter?"

Isa steps forward, putting her hands forward. "I have a right to know, if it's concerning me! I'm helping, you guys end-…with him. You can't go keeping me in the dark about things. Especially, something like a prophecy, if that even exists."

Bonnie sighs deep. "It does, Bells. Some, powerful witches have the ability to get visions or dreams. They translate them into riddles or prophecies. To warn the people, whom it concerns. But sometimes, when it involves more than just a personal journey…it comes from the other side. " She concludes.

Isabelle sits down, on the couch next to Bonnie, facing her. "W-what's the other side?"

"It's where people go, when they die and still have unfinished business."

"Or like a scared, post from a whole bunch of dead witches." Damon cuts in.

Isa frowns, trying to comprehend it. "Like heaven?"

Bonnie looks conflicted. "Not entirely. The souls of those who, still have unfinished business or want to watch over others, stay on this earth. They are alone, and cannot be seen by those living. But sometimes, they can be heard by…witches." Bonnie nods awkwardly, trying to see if Isa is catching on.

"Oh, so…when witches die…they stay on the other side, to keep a watch on everything?"

Bonnie nods frantically now, smiling brightly. "Exactly. Because witches are the protectors of nature, itself. They guide the living and control the dead."

Isabelle hums in understanding but then her face changes and she looks directly at Bonnie. "But what do they tell you, then? Which prophecy?"

Bonnie blinks and bites her lip. "It's about a woman, who will be able to stand up against Klaus, and change him. Or…defeat him. She's supposed to be his human equal, we think."

There appear thinking lines on Isa's forehead. She slowly scratches her neck, thinking hard. And then her eyes widen. She looks at all of them, and they are staring, right back at her with…pity. "Y-you guys think, that... I am that woman?" Isa stutters.

Elena softly nods. "Klaus stays in town…even after everything that he did to Stefan and we think that there's no way out. Suddenly, Bonnie gets these dreams, with that prophecy. And right after that, you appear. You're human, he didn't kill you, even when we don't know why. It's just all right."

Isa swallows heavily and still stares at them with a dear-caught-in-the-headlights kind of look. "B-but…I couldn't even stand up at the bullies in my own high school. How the bloody hell, do you guys think that I can stand up against Klaus?" Isa sputters and then she focuses on Elena, frowning. Her resemblance to Katherine, is still a little frightening to Isabelle. She hopes, she will get used to this.

"Who's Stefan?"

Elena looks down, at her lap, she's fumbling with her hands. Damon sighs. "He's my younger brother."

"But what does he have to do with all this?" Isa asks gently. Damn curiosity. It will always get the best of her. She can feel the uncomfortable and pained feelings hanging in the air. It's remarkable how easy it is to feel them sometimes. Especially with Elena, now she thinks about it.

"Well, a short summary. I was bit by a fatal werewolf bite. Stefan went out for a heroic quest to find a cure, when there wasn't any. But of course, Bonnie could help with her witchy connections. The witches guided Stefan to Klaus. And it appeared, that that hybrid's blood was the cure. But that dickhead, doesn't do anything for free, of course. So, in return my baby bro was bound to him for a decade. All kind of things happened. Really dramatic." Isa can now see that all the snarky comments, Damon makes, are his way of showing that he cares and that he's aware of what happens around him. He's just not really good at expressing himself with words. She can understand that.

Isa looks at Elena. Elena is looking at Damon and smiles sweetly. She seems to know it too. He intertwines his hand with hers in return. Isa blushes. It feels really too intimate to watch. So, that's how a couple looks when they're really in love. Isa shakes her head and looks back at them. Elena looks at her with a questioning look, but Isabelle just smiles for her to proceed. "Klaus forced Stefan to turn his humanity off. He didn't care…about nothing, anymore."

Elena falls silent. And Isa thinks there more to the story than Elena lets on. But…she's not exactly in the position to point that out to her. Vampirism seems a really awful curse. Not a gift, like her dream. So, perhaps…it was just a dream.

"In other words, my brother left a trail of bodies on his way back here. Then, when we were just about to kill Klaus with the only weapon that could… Stefan put a wedge between that to get his freedom back. But instead, of finding his humanity again…he ran. And then—we heard that the genius had stole one of Klaus's caskets. Because the psycho, carried his family in them, and had freed them all but one. A weapon that would be able to kill Klaus. Well, as you probably already saw coming in this wonderful story…Stefan forced Bonnie and her mom to open the casket. And instead of a weapon, Klaus' mummy was in there. So, we thought—no, weapon. What a surprise! Damn, still no getting rid of Klaus and now all his Original sibling are wandering around too. Just great, right? But…then, it is revealed that his mummy only came back to kill all her children, not only Klaus. Because she wanted to undo the so-called damage that she did. Yeah, it's no guessing where those Original freaks got their psychotic from. But anyway-"

Elena glares at him, and pinches hard to make him stop. She shakes her head. And he sighs, giving her a 'it's your turn' with his hands. The end must be serious, otherwise Elena wouldn't have reacted like that. "But then, we had to turn Bonnie's mum in a vampire. So that, Esther would not have a magic foot-hold anymore, in this world. You can never be a vampire and a witch, them being the opposite of each other. But we found out, by killing Fin, another Original—that if you kill an Original, their entire blood-line, those they have turned, die along with them. And Esther died short after, her energy had been used up. And Stefan just disappeared. We think that he's finding another way to kill Klaus. Being obsessed with a way to kill him."

Isa blinks rapidly. Okay, what the hell…but…that completely makes no sense…with what they have been planning in the past couple days…her head is pounding. "But then…if I have this right…why would you want to kill him? Every single one of you could die!" She looks at all of them, very concerned by this. They must have thought of this.

"That's not a problem anymore. Elijah, without being aware of it, assured me that he was responsible for their blood-line."

"But…Klaus turned Tyler…otherwise, he wouldn't be hybrid, right? So, Klaus dies. Tyler dies with him."

Damon grins. "Clever girl. You're catching on real quick."

"So, we figured, that we needed another way to get rid of him. But there was none." Bonnie supplies.

Isa narrows her eyes at Bonnie. "You said was. Which means, now there is."

She can feel them all staring at her. Her entire body begins to itch all over. "We believe you can… do something about that. Without killing him. That's what the prophecy says. You can stand up against him. Make him stop all this." Bonnie articulates slowly.

-0-

This is just too much. It was already too much. But now, they're seriously crossing some boundaries. She's not a superhero or something. She isn't even capable of standing up against anyone. For God's sake, she held Tyler's hand on the first day of school because she was afraid to be attacked by a bunch of cheerleaders. This is just wrong.

She abruptly rises and shakes her head. "You're wrong. I'm sorry, but I'm not that woman of the prophecy. I can't make him stop." She feels all the emotions flood through her like a tornado. Why does everybody expects so much of her? Why does nobody just stop and think for a second. Do they even see her? Or is she just that see-through?

Damon is suddenly at her side. And she scowls at him. Feeling angry because he was the one that created this in the first place. He was the one that led her here. And now she has to disappoint them. And it doesn't feel right. And she hates it. "Bambi, calm down. No need for panic. This is exactly the reason that we didn't want to tell you."

"AND THEN WHAT? KEEP ME IN THE DARK, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE DID SO FAR?" She shouts at him, feeling the tears well up. "You guys, are no better. No better at all. I am not some revolutionary superhero that's going to change him. First at the house, everyone telling me to use my humanity, to find good in him. And now…I wasn't even sure if I could earn his trust enough for you guys to…just do your thing. But now, I'm sure that I'm not. If you don't trust me, then you should have said so in the first place. I'm not anyone's puppet. Get that?"

She feels just so, so damn angry…but most of all sad. She thought that they understood, what she was trying to do for them. How much it costs her…that they were beginning to become her friends.

Suddenly, Damon just reaches out with both hands, and lays them on her shoulder and pinches hard. She flinches and glares at him. "Was that necessary?" She snarls.

"Yes." He speaks determined. "Yes, Bambi. It is. Because…you're not anyone's puppet anymore. This is real. We're here to help you. Not use you. And you can stand up against him, apparently because what else, have you been doing in all that time?"

She blankly stares at him and blinks. Damon smirks, seeing the wheels turn in her head, and seeing when realization seeps into her face. "I-I don't know. He just made me angry, sometimes. And then I told him what I thought. Nothing more."

"Well, we should find the trigger for that because that seems like a defense mode against him."

Isabelle ignores the sarcasm and averts her eyes, hearing the words 'defense mode' coming out of his mouth. It reminds her of all the things that they don't know. But perhaps, it does make sense. Why else would she be able to hold of compulsion or blood-sucking? Perhaps, she's meant to stand up against him.

"But, Isabelle…what did you mean with…they wanted you, to find good in him, to use your humanity?" Elena interrupts, softly. Looking at her with doubt and concern still swimming in her eyes.

Isa looks at her, being ripped from her thoughts. "Euhm- exactly, what I said. The witches…in the cabin…they kept pushing me to try and interact with him. Find good in him. Because I could or something. I'm sorry…it still doesn't make very much sense. I didn't really understand them compeltly."

Bonnie and Elena look alarmed at each other. "Guys, what's wrong?" Isabelle, asks softly, feeling her own concern running through her body. Everything is so stressful.

Bonnie just looks at her and hands her a small, white note. "It's the prophecy."

Isabelle lets her eyes wander over it. "Look at the third sentence." Elena supplies.

She, with a will of steel and a honest heart, shall not obey the immortal one.
Open doors of the soul, shall be his biggest treat, as she reflects in them.
Places that faded in time, shall be revealed and wielded by her humanity.
Equal, she will be, in the existence of all.

It seems so mighty and important. It could never belong to her, could it? But the third sentence is alarming not just for their reason… Places that faded in time…perhaps the meaning of that are her dreams. Perhaps, they are memories of him and for some reason, the witches show them to her. "But why is it so…-"

"Vague?" Caroline supplies. Isabelle had almost forgotten about her for a second. She slowly nods.

Bonnie just chuckles. "Witches don't like to be direct. Figuring out the meaning of something like this is supposed to help you forward on your own quest…or journey in life."

"Aka. advanced soul-searching by witches." Damon cuts in sarcastically. Isabelle just elbows him, but she can't help but to smile.

"What do you think that they mean, with open door of the soul or being me being equal to him…if I am that women." Though, even to Isabelle, everything seems to fall into place. She needs to help them or at least can defeat him by standing up against him.

Despite that…the most important question of that remains unanswered…how is she going to defeat him?

"I don't k-" Isa suddenly feels that strange tinge going through her entire body, and a sharp pain shoots through her head, she bucks under the pressure. "What's wrong, Isabelle?" Elena asks, raising to her feet instantly.

And then suddenly, the pain is gone. What the bloody hell was that supposed to mean? Isabelle slowly shakes her head, holding up a hand. Not wanting them to worry any longer. She still hates being in the center of attention for too long. It's nerve-scratching. "I-I'm just tired. And it's a little overwhelming."

Though, the girls seem not convinced. Damon, on the other hand, smirks even bright than before. She curiously looks sideways at him.

"Let's go to the Grill, Bambi. So, you can have something to eat, or perhaps learn to play some darts, or mingle with some town-folks that are not supernatural by any chance?" He suggests. Isa chuckles, realizing that she isn't to only one who is finding this all a little to dreary and suffocating.

She slowly nods in his direction, smiling gratefully.

"Great." He answers instantly, guiding her towards the door. "We're going to let you girls, figure out the rest or do something…girly…like braiding each other hair or something."

"Damon-" Elena warns.

"Yes, honey, I'll watch her."

Isa snickers at him. She likes his easy-going ways. And he has witty remarks, which she has always find admiring in a person. "I'll watch him, Elena. Don't worry." She calls over her back, happy to be able to get out of this for a couple of hours.

-0-

They have been chatting mindlessly for over an hour. She talked to Matt for a while too. He seems to be a really nice guy. She's glad that she isn't the only normal human in this town, aware of the real business that's going on.

Now, Damon and Isa are eating large bread sticks, from a bowl that Matt brought, by the billiard tables . She glances around. And suddenly, her skin begins to itch. That wasn't supposed to happen!

She narrows her eyes towards the bar. There's Klaus!

(…)

End Part Two. Chapter 8. Make Me Your Enemy.
This was more like a process part for information and bounding. Things get interesting in the next part! It's up in an hour or two.

Woooo. I realized- very bad of me, I know- that tonight is the first episode of the new season! I have to keep writing. And I hope that you guys keep following even with all the new happenings!

Thanks for reading.
xx. Lionfeathers.
Shout-out's with the next part! (:

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