A/N: Hey! Here is the next installment of this ridiculous little story. There's more Elena being bitchy but that's no surprise. Claudette has another fangirl first experience.

I hope you guys continue to enjoy this story. It's fun to write and I'm glad you guy think it's as fun and funny as I do.

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I will be the first one to admit that emotions were running high. But that tends to be what happens when my bullshit meter goes off. I was not about to let these inept motherfuckers fuck up this time.

"Stop fighting! What's next?" Caroline said.

"Next, I'm calling someone who can actually help," I said reaching for my phone. Before I could slide my finger across the contact, Elena snatched it from me and threw it. I watched my phone shatter against a tree. I stood there in shock. I was absolutely sure that my phone was my ticket home and that Gilbert girl just destroyed it. At the same time, I realized my wrist was throbbing; she had broken my wrist while getting my phone. I'm pretty sure it was unnecessary. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I started to cry. My wrist was killing me and my way home was shattered into a million pieces. Matt put his arm around me and Stefan rushed to my side.

"Are you alright?" Matt asked.

"No, I think she broke my wrist," I said showing him my arm.

"It was an accident," Elena said casually.

"You didn't have to hurt her," Matt said tightly. Is that anger at Elena I hear on my behalf? It's music to my ears.

"I was only trying to get the phone," Elena told Matt with that simpering doe eyed look. I sniffled loudly and Matt pulled me closer.

"Which you also shouldn't have been touching," Matt said in defense of me.

"No worries, Matt. She doesn't trust me so that gives her the right to do whatever she wants to me," I told him sarcastically.

"That's not true. Elena, you were out of line," Stefan admonished.

"Stefan, it's fine. let's concentrate on getting Bonnie back," I said.

"Are you going to the hospital or are you going to let me fix you up right here?" Damon asked pulling back his sleeve.

OK what? He's offering me his blood. Decision time. I could take it and be the first and only fan in TVD history to be healed by vampire blood. But what if it doesn't work? Compulsion didn't work. That is more distrust coming my way. But what if it does work? Will I be a vampire if I die? What would it be like sired to Damon? I like him, what would the sire bond be like, you understand my worry; Delena's stupid sire bond and all. How would Matt feel about me if something did happen to me and I turned? How long would I even last with Jeremy the "hunter" around? He hates me, so probably not long. And what would happen to me when I went home? All question, no answers but I have to make a decision. The pragmatist in me says have Matt take you to the hospital. The much stronger fangirl inside me says drink the freaking blood! And mark that shit off your fangirl bucket list! The fangirl made the more tempting and practical answer. If I leave who knows how they'd fuck up getting Bonnie back. If I'm here I can act in her best interests and make sure everyone else does too. So after a deep breath, "I'm not going to the hospital," I said firmly.

"Fine," he said and then bit into his wrist. I hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then I put my mouth over the wound. The taste wasn't anything like those bottle of Tru Blood you could get at Hot Topic when that show was hot. It tasted like blood. You know when you cut your finger ad you put it in your mouth and you taste the blood? Like that. I drank until my wrist stopped hurting and pulled away. I wiped my mouth with my newly repaired wrist.

"Thanks," I said smiling.

"No problem. Now let's get Bon back," he said determined.

"Agreed," I said cutting my eyes at the Gilberts.

"When and where are we going to go after them?" Damon asked.

"We don't know where they are," Jeremy said.

"But we know where they'll be," Stefan said.

"Where?" Caroline asked.

"Here," I answered, "they can't perform the ceremony anywhere else," I said irritated to be repeating myself.

"If that's the truth," Jeremy mumbled. I hate that fucking kid.

"Your own sister said they wanted to use Bonnie on one of her many phone calls," I pointed out. "Aiden didn't deny it when confronted with it," I said.

"Damon, she's lying. She was going to call Klaus," Elena said.

"So what" I asked. She ignored me; not surprisingly.

"I don't know what the plan is but I'm sure she's in on it and it has to do with me and Klaus," Elena said. This fucking bitch.

"Excuse me but no. Just no. I was going to call Elijah for help because he offered when I told him what was happening," I told them.

"Why'd you tell him anything?" Jeremy asked.

"I called for another reason and asked him about this circle. He instantly knew what it was and what it was for. He advised me to keep the Anchor safe. Which we would have done but didn't because Elena," I finished.

"It was as..." she started.

"Accident. Yeah, you keep having those and other people get hurt," I mentioned with a shrug.

"An ambush seems the best way," Stefan said.

"Nope," I said.

"Why not?" Jeremy asked.

"Because Jer, they know we want Bonnie. They will probably place protection spells around to alert them from danger," I said.

"She's probably right," Stefan said.

"So what do we do?" Caroline asked.

"First, we wreck this circle," I said.

"For what? That seems petty," Elena said.

"If the circle is destroyed, they can't perform the ceremony without first resurrecting it. Which mean that maybe they won't have time to put up defensive spells," I said.

"It's a long shot but worth it to get Bonnie back," Damon said.

"I don't understand why we need to destroy the circle," Elena said.

"When you destroy something like a black alter or channeling circle, it disrupts the flow of magic. Which stops whatever spell is being performed," I said. Thank you Sam Winchester.

"How do you know that? Probably because you're helping them," Jeremy asked and answered himself.

"I have a degree in occult studies. That's the kind of shit you learn in occult studies," I told him. "So, are we doing this or not?" I asked Damon.

"Yep," he said as he ripped a torch from the ground. Stefan and Tyler followed suit. Matt and I pulled one up and he broke it over his knee. When we were finished, there were broken torches strewn everywhere.

"Don't leave the pieces. They can magic them back together in no time. And it will make it nearly impossible to rescue Bonnie," I called out.

"Lockwood, Donovan, Young Jeremy, get the pieces," Damon called over his shoulder as he strode from the woods; Elena on his heels.