AN: So much for updating the weekend after I posted the last chapter. Sorry about that, but life has been MONTH! I can't believe a four months has gone by! SO SORRY! Well, here it is, Chapter 21 (the second part to Recruiting Help Is Difficult)! Please R&R.

Disclaimer: I've said this twenty times, and now I'll say it again. I do not own the Vampire Diaries and I NEVER EVER will. L.J Smith owns the Vampire Diaries. I only own Marco and his peoples (Rory, Aditia, Fiona, etc)

"This is all your fault," Marco snapped bitterly at Serafina not to long after they both came to locked in a closet. They had both tried to rip the door off it's hinges, break it down, and pick the lock, but nothing had worked in their favor. Marco was getting so frustrated. Usually he could pry something like that door easily, with only one hand. But he was weakened. He and Serafina both were, and he was sure that Hank had made that door "vamp proof," as Serafina had put it before. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be in this mess! You just had to come looking for me! Didn't you know that looking for me was cause disaster for everyone!"

Serafina rolled her eyes. "Have you ever considered becoming an actor? You're very good at this whole dramatic thing, if I do say so myself."

Marco glared at her, not even bothering to comment. It was useless to bicker, especially in their current predicament. He just leaned against the wall and glared at the door, not knowing what else to do. Unfortunatly for him, Serafina felt the need to continue on.

"At least we know that your brothers are coming for us," she said, somewhat brightfully.

"We don't even know that," Marco stated. "Stefan was M.I.A, and they beat Damon. If they are coming it won't be for a while."

"You are such a downer," she grumbled. "I'm trying to think postive thoughts and you are just tearing apart any shred of hope that I have left!" Now it was her turn to glare at the youngest Salvatore. "Stop being so depressing and come up with something cheery," Serafina demanded. "Now."

"Well, at least we know Hank won't kill us," Marco said. "He had a lot of oportunities to do so. That clearly isn't his goal."

"See, that's a start!" Serafina squealed.

Marco just grumbled and hoped that someone came for them soon, or he might lose it. And just when he thought things couldn't get any worse for their current predicament Serafina grumbled, "I'm thirsty!"

He nearly banged his head against the wall.

The next day Damon found himself, Elena, Stefan, Bonnie, Meredith, Aditia, and Mutt in Hawaii. The flight their had been incredibly insufferable. Elena cuddled with Stefan. Bonnie fretted the whole time while Matt attempted to persuade Meredith that none of what happened was her fault (which was incredibly false, it was all her fault according to Damon).

After the long, agonizing flight they all checked themselves into some small hotel called The Carnelian. After settling in Damon sprawled himself in an armchair lazily as Aditia lounged about in a couch, watching TV while waiting for the others to come. It was all agreed that they would meet up in Damon's room when they were done unpacking their things to come up with a game plan, and so far only Aditia was the only one to venture in.

"So, how do you know that Fiona is in Honolulu? Or even on this island for the matter?" Damon asked curiously.

"The same way I know all about you and your brothers, and basically everything else in the world," she explained with a shrug. "I'm a genius."

"That can't possibly be your reason."

"Believe it, Hotshot. It is," she said as a sly grin worked its way onto her lips.

Someone began to softly knock at the door and Damon sprung up to answer it. It was Elena and, much to his dismay, Stefan, whom he was still angry with. Bonnie was with them as well, her curly red hair just barely visible as she stood behind Elena. He stepped back to let them in.

"Where's Meredith and Matt?" Bonnie asked as she and Elena sat next to Aditia on the couch.

"Not here," Aditia shrugged. "I say we start without them."

"Agreed," Elena nodded. "We can just fill them in when they come anyway."

"So what does Aditia look like? I mean, if we are going to find her then we should have some kind of description," Bonnie rambled.

"She's petite, really petite. She has olive skin and curly black hair that always looks professionally done. Her eyes are a milk chocolate color and she doesn't put on much make-up. Fiona tends to wear clothes that are cute yet scream that she can still destroy you if you try anything," Aiditia said. "She has an apartment a couple blocks from here that I'll go check out, though I doubt she'll be there since it's like noon and by now she's usually at the beach. She loves going there, and tanning."

"How ironic," Damon murmured.

"Yup. Oh and she wears a lapis lazuli necklace , and anklet at all times, for obvious reason."

"You really know a lot about her," Stefan mused.

"I know about everyone that was or is in Hank's group."

"Creepy," Bonnie muttered under her breath.

Suddenly they heard knocking on the door, slightly obnoxiously too. This time Elena stood to answer the door, letting in Matt and Meredith, both of whom were incredibly late.

"You guys can go fill them in while I go scout the beach for Fiona," Damon announced, sounding a bit huffy. He stood and walked out of the room briskly.

He must have looked incredibly odd to any beach goer that passed him by. He was wearing all black, something that most people would avoid wearing at the beach. No bathing suit, or towel, just black jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Still, girls managed to stop and stare, like Elena had did when they first met. Damon ignored all of them though, only looking for one girl in particular.

After twenty minutes of looking he finally found her sprawled across a beach towel, a copy of Vogue right next to her. There was another towel right next to her, suggesting that she wasn't there alone, but no one sat there. Despite the fact that she was listening to an iPod she still heard him come. Without looking at him she removed her headphones and said, "hello. I can sense your aurora, whoever you are."

Damon sat next to her saying, "I'm Damon. I've been looking for you Fiona."

Fiona shot up so fast that it nearly caught him off gaurd. She was tense and glaring at Damon as she spat, "do you work for Hank?"

"Luckily for you, I don't," Damon said, smirking at her reaction to him. "But my brother did, along with you, Serafina, and Ricardo. Now Hank has him and Serafina."

"Marco," Fiona murmurred. "You're one of his brothers, then. Never expected him to get caught along with Serafina. Then again I never expected Ser to quit. How long has Hank had then?"

"Two days," Damon said.

"And now you want. . . my help? Guidance? Knowledge?" she questioned.

"All of the above."

"Absolutely not! When I first quit Hank nearly found me because of Serafina! She hunted me down just to please him. We had been friends since beginning of the Roman Empire and she turned her back against me for him! Thinking he loved her! What an idiot!To this day I still live in fear of Hank and Serafina. If they find me I'll die. She'd probably drive the stake through my heart herself and she's not even working with him anymore!" Fiona looked insulted, as if he had asked her to jump into a volcano on the island.

"I'm asking you for Marco, not Serafina. To be honest, I don't like her. And it's her fault my brother is gone. The idiot wasn't all to good with covering her tracks when she fled to find Marco. We can leave her there, if that suits your hunger for revenge. Just help me and the others get Marco back. Serafina can have her supposed lover for all of eternity," Damon reasoned.

"And get Hank on my trail?"

"Marco would do the same for you. He values friendship and such, though I don't see why."

"I know he would, but he and I aren't the same person. We have different morals and values, Damon. We think differently about many things. Just because Marco is willing to do something doesn't mean I am," Fiona clarified. "And the last time I checked he was all game for hunting me down too."

"That was hundreds of years ago. The kid has changed, trust me," Damon said.

"I don't doubt that he changed. He never really liked Hank anyway. Those to were both thick and butting heads frequently. But still, you can't change what he tried to do."

Damon said nothing for a few moments, so she spoke up sayings, "isn't this where you say some cliche` like 'be a better person than him?' Or this the part where I let my conscious eat me away into helping an old friend."

"I'm not one for saying cliche`s."

"Guess I'll have to wait for my self induced guilt trip, then?"

"Seems so."

Once again, the two vampires sat in silence for a few minutes until Fiona announced, "I'm in." Damon noted that she was attempting to mask a fearful expression with confidence, and remembered that Marco had worn that same expression when he told them about his past.

Fiona grabbed her things, slid on a pair of designer sunglasses and said, "I want to meet the others you were mentioning before. Where to?"

AN: The next chapter will be out sooner! This chapter is a bit short, but if I continued on then it would have gone into what is supposed to happen next cahpter. Anywho, please review.

~Swirlytwirly