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Chapter 29

I went to the grill and got myself and cherry vodka tonic. It didn't take long for magic to explode into my head, and knock me down. I think it was meant to be more effective than it was, because if I really needed to I could pull myself through it. However I let myself fall limp and let her drag me to a cemetery. Elena's friend Bonnie was there.

"You said you wouldn't hurt her," the other, what I now assumed was, witch to Esther. That was rich considering they just agreed to kidnap me, I thought.

"I need her to be unaware of where she had been transported to, it was necessary," Esther said haughtily, "Do not forget, she is a traitor. She betrayed you once for those monsters."

"Those monsters are you're children you frigid bitch," I snarled, "But considering you're all crazy, I don't think it matters."

"You didn't believe that they were vampires," Bonnie whispered, "But that's…"

"Vampires, are you even hearing yourselves? This isn't twilight, its life and you're delusional and judgemental," I said shaking my head.

"It's for the best," she said with a cold look overcoming her shocked face. I snorted.

"Even in your little world where your witches and servants of nature you're hypocritical," I said in contempt, "Because vampires are dead and unnatural, but a plane of dead witches bossing around the living and playing god is perfectly fine."

"My sisters," Esther started enraged.

"Are a congregation of trapped souls terrorising the living, and another reason there not real, you said sisters. There must be male witches if there were any at all," I continued logically, "And if there really are vampires at least they serve there purpose."

"Vampires don't have a purpose, they kill and destroy," Bonnie hissed.

"That's exactly the point, there are roughly six billion people on this planet," I said to her, "Now add every person killed by a vampire, then add their children, and there children's children, etcetera, etcetera. Plus that to the current population and oh, the balance of nature just got fucked. So you delusional bitches can sit on it and spin."

They didn't have an answer for that, so they childishly decided to ignore me. That was okay, I didn't particularly feel like talking to them either. Then came the part that while I was expecting, I never really clicked on happening.

"Where are the daggers and white oak stakes?" Esther asked, drawing herself up tall.

"I burnt them," I said truthfully, "The daggers were melted down."

"But that's impossible, I put the mystic protections on their myself," Esther snarled, "You couldn't of destroyed them. You hid them and you will tell me where they are." The torture that followed was not the worst pain I had ever felt in my life, I had died enough times to make sure of that but it wasn't friendly at all. The door slammed open, and one of Elena's groupies charged in.

"There coming," Damon said looking at me with unsympathetic eyes. Bastard. A circle was cast, or at least that was what they said they were doing. I pretended to be weaker that I already was, but that wasn't hard. The multitude of cuts, welts, burns and bruises ached with bone deep intensity and I bit my lip to keep it together. Just a little longer, disappear and crescent beam the kin-slaying bitch where her brain ought to be.

Things went pear-shaped and I saw Elijah's fury. He looked ready to kill any single person who opposed him. Blood was fed gently down my throat and I was ordered to run. I nodded and made my way into the forest bordering the cemetery. Looping around fully healed I climbed into a tree, the witch already in the middle of an original killing spell.

Panic welled in me as they dropped to their knees in pain, I scaled my way up to the top as quick as the darkness allowed me. I couldn't be identified by most people due to the magic of my transformation, but I wanted to make sure that they didn't get a good look at me anyway. Just in case that it wasn't enough.

"All of you will die tonight," Esther spoke triumphantly, "The abominations I created will be wiped clean from the earth." I didn't know that I was capable of hate, but in that one moment I hated her. I hated her more than I ever had ever hated anything in my entire life. I despised her. Crescent beam smash, I thought viciously to myself. Light streaked through the air and hit her in the chest with a resounding crack.

Despite the distance and despite the dark I could see her chest cave in, her eyes widened and blood and viscera splattered. She hit the floor with a dull thud and smoke raised from her chest. Vindication spread through me and I stood there for a moment to take it all in as multiple pairs of eyes flew to where I was standing. The moment was over and I leapt from the tree, running at what rivalled vamp speed. Something hit me. Alaric.

"And who might you be?" he inquired dangerously. This wasn't the kind man that befriended vampires that he felt were good. This was the brainwashed version that wanted to commit genocide. The one that didn't care who was human or innocent so long as he completed his task. I wasn't Rei, with her ability to cleanse evil or Serena who could bring anyone back from the dark. All I could do was fight, and I knew from his expression that if we fought one of us would die.

"The last thing you're ever going to see," I promised. He lunged and for all his super strength and speed, he didn't know how to utilize it properly. I kept dodging and waiting for my shot. I had to hurry before anyone got here and started asking me questions that I couldn't answer. Finally I had my shot, watching with a kind of sick fascination as his head turned into slightly chunky finger-paint across a tree. His neck smoked much like Esther's chest.

"Aphrodite help me," I murmured before turning and bolting through the trees. De-transforming and doubling around I managed to make it back to the car moments before they did. I let myself pant like I was much more unfit than I was. Briefly I let myself wonder about the sheer amount of lies I'd been telling since I got her but managed to quash the rising guilt. If they get involved they die, and there's a reason the word secret is in the term secret identity.

Elijah sped over to me and wrapped his armed around me that I could feel my bones creaking, but I didn't say anything. Checking the expressions on their faces I found disappointment, despair, relief and sorrow. It wasn't the boys who worried me though, it was the expression on Rebekah's face. The only one who could put it together and she knew. Don't think about that now, I chastised.

"Let's go home," I sighed tiredly.


It's a little short but there really isn't anymore to add to this part, I tried to and it just kept coming out wrong. Review and I hope you enjoyed the read.