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*Smut warning for this chapter.

Chapter 37

"All right, that's enough for today."

"No, I want to keep going until I get it right."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Not today, we can try again tomorrow." He began walking off and sighed when he didn't hear her following him. "You're tired, Jane. You tossed and turned all night. And you were up way too early this morning." She had gotten up a four and had been jittery all morning. "You're going to collapse. I told you to settle down and eat."

"I can do it, Damon. Let's go again."

He whirled around and trapped her against a tree. "Get out of this then." He challenged, almost smirking in satisfaction when she almost fell asleep against him. "Then we'll go again." Jane kicked his shin and ducked out from beneath his arm. She made to turn, but the sleepiness came back all too soon and she spun dizzily, falling to her knees.

"Leave me alone. I can do it." She snapped when he touched her shoulder.

Damon rolled his eyes. "I could have killed you a dozen times already. You're done."

"Alaric will spar with me."

"Alaric is busy keeping an eye on Elijah and Jenna." He told her, hauling her up from the ground.

Jane frowned. "Elijah isn't going to harm Jenna, Damon. He's not like that."

Damon took her chin. "Maybe not Jenna, but he will end up hurting someone." He emphasized and she scowled.

"He saved us last night, Damon. He doesn't want to hurt me."

"Naivety. It's cute, but starting to wear thin." He muttered and turned on his heels headed back towards the house. "I don't trust him. And I don't want him near you, Jane. Ever. Which is why you are staying at my house until he leaves."

"What? Why?" She frowned and came to a halt when Damon produced a wildflower from his jacket pocket waving it in her face. She stared at it, going slightly cross-eyed until he pulled it away and she frowned. "You were in my house?"

Damon rolled his eyes. "That's beside the point." He said in exasperation. "He gave you flowers, Jane. Who does that unless they have an ulterior motive?"

"Uh, nice people, Damon. Gentlemen. Which you are clearly unaccustomed too." She replied and tried to take the flower back. He kept it out of her reach.

"I'm trying to make you see sense, Janey. He's using you. Can't you see it?"

"He's saved me, Damon. Four times actually… Anyway, he's acted perfectly nice to me."

"Which is weird. No one acts that way unless they want something."

"What is with you and having manners? Why are you so suspicious?"

Damon clenched his jaw. "Because he's going to give you to Klaus, you gullible girl!"

"What?" Jane whispered, stopping in her tracks. "No…He promised to keep me from him."

"It was a lie, Jane! All of its been a lie! He's going to use Elena in the sacrifice and he's going to offer you to Klaus to get whatever he wants from him!" Jane bit her lip and Damon sighed. "I know you thought he was your friend, Jane. But he's not. He never was."

Jane started to say something when her phone began ringing.

"Hello?

"Jane? It's Carol Lockwood."

"Mrs. Lockwood? What's wrong?"

"Tyler's gone." Jane gasped and glanced at Damon who didn't look surprised. She frowned.

"Gone? Gone where?"

"He's run away from home. Oh, Jane I just don't know what to do. Did he say anything to you about leaving?"

"No. I-I had no idea." Jane swatted at Damon who was trying to move her along. "Stop it." She hissed at him, covering the phone so Carol wouldn't hear. "I'm on the phone." Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he tossed her over on shoulder and she reigned in a shriek as she was lifted off the ground. In seconds they were at the house and up in Damon's bedroom.

"I'm just so worried about him. Will you please let me know if you hear from him?"

Damon laid her on the bed and began working at getting her shoes off her. "Y-yes, I will. I'm sure he'll come back. I'm so sorry, Mrs. Lockwood."

"Thank you, Jane. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Jane hung up.

"Goodbye." He copied and leapt onto her.

"Damon, stop." She laughed as his fingers skimmed her sides and tickled her. "Damon!" He was determined to get her in a better mood after having sprung all of that about Elijah onto her and then hearing about Tyler going AWOL and being overly tired. She needed to relax.

He grinned cheekily before capturing her mouth in a heated kiss, his hands cradling her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped her legs around his middle. He got off the bed, holding onto her and she squealed at the sudden movement. He hauled her into the shower and the warm spray hit them both.

Damon pressed her against the wall, kissing her and running his hands along her body.

"My clothes are wet. Thanks." She commented teasingly and he smirked.

"You don't need them." He growled. She yelped as he rapidly pulled her wet clothing off and they hit the ground with a wet slap. Before she could speak, his hands were back on her, urging her back up against the tiled wall. His mouth was raining hot kisses up and down her neck and she sighed, tilting her head back.

Jane loved it when he gave her attention like this. It made her feel special and wanted. The way she had wanted to feel for so long. But even as he kissed his way across her damp skin, nuzzling her chest, her thoughts went back to that vision she had had. The feeling she had gotten from the vision seemed to stay with her. The feel of the mystery vampire's fangs in her palm and the feeling it gave her as she drank his blood…She moaned at just the thought and Damon smirked, prying her slick thighs apart and holding onto them.

"Damon, please." She whispered and he wasted no time in joining them, sliding into her slowly. She gripped at his hair, forcing his mouth to hers as he pumped into her steadily once she had adjusted to him. Jane bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and she sucked gently, making Damon growl and thrust harder.

She hadn't done that before and he had to admit that it felt good. Damon felt her fingers in his hair, trying to steer him elsewhere. He let her and she met his eyes.

"More Damon." She pleaded and he slowed his thrusts, watching her lick his blood from her lips.

"Janey?" Were they going to bond again? He had taken her blood last night and she had just taken some of his. Now she wanted more.

She tilted her neck, offering herself to him once more. "Please." She was clutching at him, her nails raking down his back. "More."

"Fuck." He swore and decided to indulge himself. He bit his wrist and held it to her mouth. He sank his fangs into her tender flesh and she sucked his wrist. Both of them moaned and his thrusting became wilder. Jane sucked harder at his wrist and he growled. Damon tore himself from her neck before he could take more than he should and watched her with heavy lidded lustful eyes as she continued to drink his blood. She let go of him and met his eyes. The same lustful look was there and he slammed his mouth to hers without a second thought.

A primal urge to claim her overcame him. Their tongues collided in a frenzy of need and Damon hauled her even higher, pumping into her intensely. They took the taste of blood from each other and Jane shuddered as pleasure rippled through her. She tossed her head back with a cry, stars bursting behind her closed eyes and she felt her body relaxing. Damon's hips stuttered and then he was panting against her neck, breathing heavily and slightly stunned at the tingling feeling that was left over.

Damon looked up at Jane to check and if he had been too rough with her, but she was dead to the world, sleeping peacefully. Smugly, he turned the water off and he carried her out of the shower and towards the bed. After drying her off, he tucked her beneath the sheets to keep her warm and then grabbed his cell phone.

Stefan stared out at the water focusing on the serene scene and wishing that Elena was watching it with him. just thinking of her put him in a sour mood. How could she do this? How could she sign her own death warrant? And inadvertently signing Jane's? Stefan had a feeling that Klaus would kill her. And why wouldn't he? Once he got his doppelganger sacrifice what use would she be to him? His phone began ringing and he answered automatically.

"What's going on?" He asked before his brother could speak.

"Well, I showered. I shaved. Had breakfast." Stefan could hear the smirk in voice and decide not to ask. "I'm very relaxed."

"That makes one of us." He sighed, casting a small frown.

"I did hear one good piece of news though. Tyler Lockwood ran away from home last night."

"How do you know?" He questioned.

"Well, I heard it from Sheriff Forbes, who heard it from a very distraught Carol Lockwood, thus, ending out werewolf chapter, bringing us to..."

"... Killing Elijah." Stefan finished for his brother.

"Exactly."

"Well, it's not going to be easy. He's crafty."

"Well, I've got a crafty little dagger." Damon replied smugly and Stefan rolled his eyes.

"He's an Original. We don't know what all that encompasses." He warned. "And he's been threatening to take Jane, Damon."

"Oh, trust me, Stefan. I'm gonna dot all my t's. I don't want any surprises. He's not going to get close enough to lay a finger on her."

"Wow, Damon, tell me you're actually gonna be careful for once?" Stefan smirked teasingly. "Must be Jane's influence."

"Yes, Stefan, I've become you." Damon scoffed. "How tragic for both of us. Got to run. I have a murder to plan. Busy day." Stefan rolled his eyes as his brother hung up. Hopefully, he knew what he was doing.

"You want me to what?"

"Suggest a dinner party. It needs to look like your idea."

Jane narrowed her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. "Why, Damon? What are you planning?"

"You want to know Elijah's plan for you? Then we are going to ask him. Plain and simple." He shrugged. "But he won't come if he thinks that I planned it. He trusts you. He'll become suspicious if I do it."

Jane sighed. "Damon that's a horrible thing to do. Even if he is planning on doing that. There is no reason to hurt his trust like that."

"Need I remind you that he wants to send you off to Klaus? The vampire that wants to use your blood, Jane? The reason that all your ancestors died way before their time?" Jane bit her lip and he felt bad for bringing that up so flippantly. "I know you don't want to hurt him for whatever reason, but he's going to hurt you. Don't you want to find out why?"

"Yes." Jane nodded and glanced at the waitress that came to their table. She didn't order anything and she didn't think Damon had. The vampire took the tall glass from the server girl with a smile and turned to Jane.

"Milkshake?" Damon inquired, pushing the chocolate drink towards her. Jane smiled.

"How'd you know I wanted one?"

Damon shrugged, a smug smile playing at his lips at her happy expression. "Call it a hunch." The waitress reappeared with a basket of fries and Damon handed them to Jane. "Fries?"

She laughed and took the basket from him. Her smile faded a bit. "We're bonded again, aren't we? That's how you knew. I'm sorry." It had felt good, but now she felt guilty for making him do that with her again. Damon shook his head.

"It's okay, Janey." He took her chin, tilting her face up towards his. "Don't worry about it. I'm not mad." He kissed her gently, running his tongue along her bottom lip. "Mmm. Chocolate." She giggled and pushed him away, making him smirk.

"Damon. Jane." Alaric greeted, sliding into the booth opposite of them. Damon looked over and nodded.

"So…what did you do this morning?"

"Jenna was showing Elijah around Mystic Falls properties." The history teacher rolled his eyes.

"Other than your lecture on the history of Mystic Falls, did you get anything out of Elijah?"

"No, it was boring. Of course, Jenna thinks he's charming." Alaric scoffed and he glanced at Jane who was using a fry to stir her milkshake absently, her brow furrowed.

"You sound jealous." Damon smirked and nudged the girl next to him. "He sounds a bit jealous?"

Jane looked up. "You shouldn't be. Elijah wouldn't do that."

"Didn't we have a discussion earlier about what you don't know about our Original?" Damon asked mockingly and she heaved a sigh, looking back at the tabletop.

"Maybe we shouldn't talk about this here." Alaric looked pointedly at Jane.

Damon shook his head. "Jane already knows that he lied about keeping her from Klaus. She just needs to process it." The girl rolled her eyes.

"I just want to hear him admit it. That way I know for sure."

"I just need the right opportunity." He countered and she frowned. "Ah, there's Jenna with her new boyfriend."

"Don't ask him here." Jane hissed at him. "Don't start anything." He patted her hand reassuringly before raising his hand in greeting.

"Hi."

Jenna looked over and beamed. "Hey, guys." Jenna came over with Elijah and stood at the side of the table. Elijah looked at Jane, smiling his usual friendly smile and she had to smile back. He just seemed so nice.

"So I hear you two had a quite a meeting of historical minds today." Damon smirked and Jane rolled her eyes at him.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that..." Jenna laughed.

Alaric shifted awkwardly. "Well, as much as I'd like to continue this, I've got papers to grade."

"Oh, uh, you know I was thinking…We should have a dinner party."

Damon smirked. "Ohh, my girl." He said, hugging her against his side in a full on display of possessiveness. "Full of such good ideas. And I'll be happy to host." Alaric looked unhappy and tried to get out of it, but Damon was talking over him. "Say tonight maybe?"

"Will you come Jenna? Elena is with Stefan and if Damon is hosting, I'm going to need help in the kitchen."

Jenna smiled. "Fine, I'm free."

Jane looked at Elijah and he nodded once. "It will be a pleasure."

"Great." Damon smiled up at the Original. Elijah was immediately suspicious.

"Why is she here?" Jane frowned as Damon let Andie in.

"She wants to interview Elijah. So let her keep him entertained until we get a chance to talk to him. Don't be jealous."

Jane frowned. "I'm not jealous. I just…I don't want her around you." Damon turned to her and took her chin.

"Just relax. She'll ask her questions and leave. Simple."

"Saying simple doesn't mean it will be. And it's not reassuring." Damon kissed her nose and then nosed her neck. Her hair was up in an elegant braid on the back of her head so he had full access to her neck.

"Mmm." He hummed, taking in the vanilla scent.

"Damon." She laughed at the ticklish sensation. "Stop that."

"Go back to the kitchen with Jenna and take Andie with you. Be nice." Jane scowled at him and he kissed her mouth over and over until she relented with a sigh. "Now run along." He smirked and she adjusted her black skater dress. "Did I tell you, you look pretty?" Jane flushed and waved a hand at him.

"Now, you're just trying to distract me. I'm sure I look like a mess after cooking in the kitchen."

"A hot mess." He grinned.

"That's not flattering!" She called over her shoulder and she heard him snicker as she headed for the kitchen.

"It's weird how you know where everything is in here." Jenna commented to Jane as the girl set another plate onto the tabletop. "And it's weird that you have a relationship with Damon. I thought he and Andie had one."

"Well…It's complicated." Jane explained. "Damon and I…can't really explain it."

Andie came out of the kitchen with the silverware.

"So what's going on with you and Alaric?" Andie asked, having noticed the awkwardness when he had popped in earlier. "I feel like there's some tension."

"I don't know." Jenna sighed. "I really like him. It's more than like." She admitted and Jane smiled. "And I want it to work, but I can't help but feel he's hiding something from me. And then I've got John whispering things in my ear about him."

Jane bit her lip. "Like what?" She asked.

"Things I don't want to believe. Things I don't believe, not if they're coming from John's mouth." She answered.

"Oh. Well, there you go, then. Trust is the key to any relationship." Andie nodded and turned to Jane. "And Damon tells you everything right? He seems like that kind of guy."

"Uh. Yeah. Everything." Jane nodded, trying to look positive. She wondered if she looked as unsure as Jenna did. "Don't listen to John. He's a liar and…a really, really bad person." Jane continued.

"I noticed you don't particularly like John. Why?" Jenna asked. "I mean, not that I blame you. The guy is an ass-He's world class jerk."

Jane bit her lip. "He's just a liar and does whatever he wants. Even at the cost of someone's life." The girl blinked back tears. "Would you excuse me?" She quickly left and Jenna frowned after her.

"What was that about?" Andie asked and Jenna shook her head.

"I have no idea."

"This is a bad idea." Alaric said for the umpteenth time that evening. It was wearing a bit thin, but Damon knew why he was so hesitant.

"There's no such things as a bad idea." The vampire countered pouring drinks. "Just poorly executed awesome ones. Here." Damon smirked and handed him a glass of scotch "here." he passed a glass to Alaric.

Alaric shook his head. "No, I don't like the idea of Elijah being in the same house as Jenna. Or Jane for that matter." Alaric sighed. "I feel responsible for her Damon. Her parents were my friends."

"Jenna and Jane perfectly safe." Damon assured him. "I wouldn't have suggested this if it wasn't a sure thing. It's just a fact-finding mission. Totally harmless." Alaric rolled his eyes.

"Just a fact-finding mission." He deadpanned.

"Yeah."

"Listen, no sneak attacks. No surprise plans. Nothing that's gonna put Jenna or Jane in harm's way. Okay?" Alaric warned. "And I really think you should have told Jane what are you're really up too."

"And have her freak out? And possibly try to stop me? No. It's safer for her this way, trust me. Scout's honor." Damon nodded.

Andie came into the library. "Jenna needs help with the wine." Alaric nodded and walked out of the library.

"Where's Jane?"

"Don't know. She got upset earlier."

Damon frowned. "About what?" Did she know?

"Jenna mention something about John."

"Oh." He muttered. "I'll go see about her in a second." He turned and opened a box, reaching in and pulled out the white oak ash and the dagger.

"What's that?" Andie asked curiously.

"Dessert." Damon smirked and she raised an eyebrow.

"Elijah is stronger than I am. Faster than me. It's all about the element of surprise." Damon informed her as he dipped the dagger into the white ash. He had already compelled her to keep his secrets. So she already knew what he was planning.

"Ah, that's too bad. I like him. He's very old-school. Classy." She took Alaric's glass and sipped from it. "And he seems to like the same girl you do."

"Which is why you should encourage the gentlemen to take their after dinner drinks in here, while you do coffee in the kitchen with the girls. Making sure Jane stays in there." Damon told her.

"Hmm, that is a little too sexist for me."

"Stop talking and do what I say. Now go find her and make sure she stays in sight." He said and the doorbell rang.

Damon stepped out into the hall and saw Jenna head to the door. She opened it and they both expected to see Elijah. Instead they saw John.

"Who invited him?" Jenna hissed.

"John! What a surprise." Damon mocked. "Leave." He tried to usher the man out.

"When Jenna told me she was coming to a dinner party for Elijah, I decided I couldn't miss out on all the fun and games." John stated, letting himself inside the house.

"There is not going to be any games tonight, John. Just a friendly dinner party." Alaric informed him.

"What he said." Damon added. "And I don't want you near Jane."

"I'm surprised she's here when you know that Elijah wants her. Or are you planning on trading her in for Elena's freedom?" Damon launched forward and backed him against the wall, his hands gripping at the front of his shirt. Alaric went over and grabbed his shoulder.

"Damon, don't. We're trying to stop Elijah remember?"

Damon sneered at John. "If you upset Jane at all, I will gut you." He hissed before turning away. He spotted Jane in the hall and took her arm leading her into the parlor.

"Why is he here? What does he want?"

"I don't know, Janey. But we just have to play nice for a little while." He stroked her cheek. "Are you okay? Andie said you were upset earlier."

"I just…Every time I see that man or hear his name I think of my dad." A tear slid down her face and Damon wiped it away.

"I promise he won't bother you, Jane. And if he does, I'll rip his head off."

"He's trying to put doubt into Jenna's head, Damon. He keeps hinting about Isobel to her."

Damon groaned. "We'll deal with it later. Right now we have to face Elijah."

"Damon, you promise that we're just going to talk to him right? You're not going to start anything?" She asked, looking at him intently. He nodded without hesitation.

"I promise." He said and kissed her softly.

The doorbell rang again and Damon opened the door to reveal Elijah.

"Good evening." Elijah greeted with an incline of his head.

"Thank you for coming. Please, come in." Damon moved aside, giving him a friendly smile.

"Just one moment. Can I just say that if you have less than honorable intentions about how this evening is going to proceed, I suggest you reconsider." Elijah warned lightly.

"No, nothing, nothing dishonorable, just getting to know you."

"Hmm. Well, that's good. Because, you know, although Elena and I have this deal, if you so much as make a move to cross me, I'll kill you and I'll kill everyone in this house. Are we clear." Elijah threatened, his voice sounding friendly, but there was an underlining danger to it.

"Crystal." Damon swallowed.

"Jenna." Elijah smiled. "Wonderful to see you again. How are you? You look incredible."

"Thank you." Jenna smiled back.

Jane rounded the corner and Elijah extended his hand to her. "Miss Evans. You look lovely."

"Thank you." She said, flushing pink. He took her hand and kissed the back of it, watching her face. He could see something was troubling her and he had a feeling it was about John Gilbert. She had told him about the business with her father. Of course the girl was uncomfortable. That was understandable.

"Jane did most of the cooking." Jenna admitted. When Elijah had commented on the food.

Jane giggled. "That's because you let, Mr. Saltzman cook for you." Alaric laughed a little and Jenna did too.

"Hey I did get the dessert though." The older woman pointed out and Jane nodded with a giggle. Alaric appreciated that Jane had moved them past the awkward silence that had settled over them. Especially since she full on ignored John who was sulking between Elijah and Damon which Ric found hysterical. Both vampires obviously wanted to make sure that he was far from Jane and they definitely made sure of that. She had even managed to ease up the tension that floated among them. He wasn't sure if Elijah suspected something, but then again…He was smart and Damon's random party was definitely something odd.

"I hate to break it to you, Damon, but according to Elijah, your family is not a founder of this town." Jenna's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he glanced from his girlfriend to the head of the table where the vampire host sat.

"Hmm, do tell." Damon murmured.

Elijah eyed him. "Well, as I mentioned to Jenna earlier, a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trails in the 1690s. Over the next hundred years they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution."

"Hmm. Because they were witches." Jenna added like she was telling a ghost story. She winked at Jane. "Scary." Jane hid a smile.

"Scary." She agreed, trying not to laugh when Damon smirked at her from over his wine glass.

"Yeah, but there's no tangible proof that there were witches in Salem." Andie spoke up.

Damon tilted his head. "Andie's a journalist. Big on facts."

"Well, the lore says that there was this wave of anti-witch hysteria." Elijah countered. "It broke out in the neighboring settlement, so these witches were rounded up. They were tied to stakes in a field together and, uh, burned. Some say you could hear the screams from miles around us as they were consumed by the fire. Could you pass the..."

"I wouldn't repeat this to the Historical Society." Jenna laughed.

"It's starting to sound a little like a ghost story to me." John added, but everyone ignored him.

"So why do you want to know the location of these alleged massacres." Damon inquired.

"Well, you know... a healthy historian curiosity, of course." Elijah shrugged, not batting an eye at the smooth cover.

"Of course." Damon scoffed and Jane looked at him. He glanced across the table at her, raising an eyebrow. The girl looked bit spooked from the story, wondering if it were true. "Would anyone care for some cognac? I have a bottle I've been saving for ages." Damon offered.

"None for me thanks. Nine bottles of wine is my limit." Alaric joked and everyone laughed.

Jane frowned at Damon when he nodded at Andie.

"The gentlemen should take their drinks in the study." The woman spoke up.

"I have to say the door was almost as wonderful as the company." Elijah told her and Andie laughed.

"I like you."

"Here you are, gentleman, make yourself useful." Jenna shoved some plates into John's hands roughly.

"Here, here. Put me to work." Alaric offered himself, coming behind her and Jenna brushed him off.

"Um, I got it."

"Hey, Jenna, are you... are you ok?" Alaric asked, frowning worriedly.

"Yeah, fine, Ric." She responded and went into the kitchen with Andie. Jane sighed and went to Damon's end of the table, rolling her eyes at the mess he left.

"I suspect this is my fault." John shrugged at the history teacher.

Alaric narrowed his eyes. "What did you do now?"

"I merely mentioned that you haven't been completely honest with her about your dead wife."

"You son of a bitch." Alaric hissed, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Jane gasped and ran over to them.

"No, don't. He isn't worth getting into a fight with."

"I think I've been very clear with you, Ric. I want my ring back." John snapped and walked off. Jane glared after him and then stalked down the hall.

"Jane." Alaric hissed after the girl, but she was out of sight.

"Where's Jane?" Andie asked. "She's supposed to be in here." Alaric frowned.

"She just went after John so I don't-" His phone beginning ringing and he answered it after seeing it was Stefan. The vampire began speaking rapidly as soon as he said hello. "Slow down. Slow down. Stefan?"

Jane walked into one of the rooms, thinking she had seen him enter. She frowned when he was nowhere to be seen. "Hello, Jane." John stated and she turned around to see him behind her. She frowned when he closed the doors to the parlor behind him. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Had I known you were coming I would have left." She snapped.

"You're still angry with me. I don't blame you."

"What are you doing here? Trying to stir up trouble because it gives you pleasure in seeing others suffer? Give it up, John. No one cares what you say. And no one trusts you." She hissed and John grabbed her arm when she made to leave.

"I would be very careful about who to trust in this house, Jane. Why don't you go ask Damon what he's really planning?"

"We're going to talk to Elijah. Damon said he was planning to take me to Klaus. I just want to know if its true."

John clicked his tongue. "Seems like Damon hasn't been very honest with you either."

Jane frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you go ask him?"

"Why are you doing this to Jenna and Alaric? What are you gaining out of it?"

"I want my ring."

"At the cost of hurting someone's relationship?"

"He shouldn't lie to her."

Jane frowned. "Says the king of lies. You've been hiding that you're Elena's real father for years."

"And how many years was your mother lying to you, Jane? Hm? You don't think she knew what you were? What you would become?"

"Don't talk about her."

"Melinda knew, Jane. She knew all about the curse on you."

She shook her head. "No…"

"Yes." John nodded. "Your father went to hunt Isobel after learning that Katherine would be after you and he died. Your mother tried to protect you and look where it got her." Jane bit her lip. "And when Elijah kills Damon for something utterly stupid? Your protection is dwindling. How long do you think it will take Klaus to find you then? Like I said, think about who is trustworthy around here."

"So, let me guess. In addition to the moonstone, the doppelgänger, the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, you need to find this witch burial ground." Damon smirked.

"Because I feel as though we've grown so close, Damon, I'll tell you yes" Elijah replied, browsing the shelves of the library. "Do you know where it is?"

"Maybe. Tell me why it's so important." Damon passed him a glass of bourbon he had just poured.

"We're not that close." Elijah smirked and turned back to the books. "It's quite a collection you have here."

"Hmm." Damon nodded.

The Original found a book on one of the arm chairs and picked it up. "Gone with the Wind." He muttered. He could smell that Jane had touched it. "Miss Evans'?" He inquired and Damon nodded.

"Yep. Her favorite."

"It's a funny thing about books. Before they existed, people actually had memories." Elijah set the book back down. With his back to him, Damon picked up the dagger. The door busted open and in came Alaric.

"Gentlemen, we forgot about dessert." Alaric told them with a faux grin. Andie came in behind him.

"Elijah?"

"Miss Starr." He inclined his head to her. "Where is Miss Evans?"

"In the kitchen with Jenna." Andie responded as they went out of the room. Damon glared Alaric who wrote hastily on a slip of paper and gave it to him.

'If you use the dagger, you'll die'.

Damon groaned in frustration.

"So I know this is a social thing... but I would really love to ask you some more questions about the work you're doing here." Andie smiled at Elijah. "Would you mind? I just love to hear about all the local history."

"I'd love to answer." Elijah smiled.

"Great. Alaric, can you grab my notebook from my bag. It's just over here." She pointed to the table and Alaric nodded, heading over towards it.

"Elijah, did Jane tell you that John killed her father?" Damon asked with a small smirk.

"I'm well aware of that." Elijah nodded.

"Of course, she hates him, so there's absolutely no need to keep him on the endangered species list." Damon grinned shamelessly and John rolled his eyes.

"What I'd like to know, Elijah, is how you to intend on killing Klaus?" He asked.

"Gentlemen, there are a few things we should get clear right now." Elijah turned to Damon. "I allow you to live solely to protect Jane since she has no other to care for her. I allow Elena to remain in her house living her life with her friends as she does as a courtesy." His eyes narrowed. "If you become a liability, I'll take Jane away from you and you'll never see her again. Because I only need one of those girls or both. If it came down to which girl I would take right now, make no mistake in knowing that it would be Miss Evans." Damon eyed him angrily. "That is a promise."

Andie came back to the table and smiled at Elijah.

"Okay. My first question is when you got here to Mystic Falls-" She was cut off when Elijah cried out in pain. Alaric stood behind him, plunging the dagger into his heart. When Elijah slumped, greyed and dead, Alaric jerked the dagger from him his back and placed it onto the table.

"Now, get rid of him before Jenna comes back with dessert." He ordered.

"All right." Damon nodded.

"What did you do?!" Jane cried, hurrying over to Elijah. "What have you done?"

"It had to be done, Jane. You know that." Damon replied. "Alaric get his arms."

"You lied to me."

"Not now, Janey."

"How could you?!"

Damon sighed. "Jane, he was going to take you to Klaus. He was the bad guy."

"You said you were just going to talk to him."

"He just sat here and admitted that he'd leap at the chance to cart you off, Jane!" Damon snarled and took her arms. "When are you going to stop thinking that everyone has good side? It's a load of crap."

"Damon-"

"Later. We will talk about this later." He told her in a gentler tone. He and Alaric hauled Elijah off.

"I told you, Jane. There is no one left for you to trust." John murmured. Upset, she turned on her heels and fled the room.

"You said there wasn't going to be any violence." Alaric looked at Damon as they stood above the dead Original. Damon had Elijah put in the basement to keep others from seeing him until he could do away with the body.

"Says the guy that did all the killing." Damon smirked at his friend.

The human rolled his eyes. "Hey, I took the shot because I saw an opening, not because I planned to do this with Jenna in the house. Now, you can't lie to me like that." Alaric hit him in the arm when he turned his head. "Hey, I am you friend, damn it. And you don't have any friends. So, no more lying." Damon nodded. "And you better go see to Jane before John has another exchange of words with her."

"What?" Damon frowned.

"Yeah, John told her you were lying to her. Among other things about her parents…"

"Well, great. Like she isn't overly emotional at the moment."

Alaric sighed. "Look, I'm not going to pretend that I understand, Jane's willingness to trust Elijah, but she did trust him. And she did befriend him. Try to show a little empathy, okay? She's needs it."

Jane wiped at her eyes and turned around. She gasped.

"Elijah?"

He had her pinned to the wall in a blur of seconds, a hand over her mouth. "You are coming with me. Quietly. If you so much as make a sound, I will break your neck and every in this house's. Is that understood?" He threatened and Jane nodded, terrified. Roughly, he took her arm and zoomed them out of the house.

Once they were far off in the woods, he released her and she hit the ground. The cool night air hitting all the skin not covered by her dress. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.

"What's going on, Elijah?" She asked, watching him pace.

"You lied to me." He pointed at her. "You're a talented little actress, Miss Evans, I'll give you that. You allowed me to put my trust in you and then…"

"Elijah, I swear I didn't know what they were doing." Jane protested, getting up from the ground. "Please, listen to me. I had no idea."

"Quiet. I don't want any more of your lies."

Jane shook her head. "You lied to me, Eljah." She told him and he glanced at her. "You told me that you wouldn't let Klaus have me."

"And I also told you that my family was in his possession. And that I would anything necessary to get them back. To which you also agreed to, did you not?"

"Yes…But you should have told me that. I wouldn't have argued about it."

"But you see, therein lies our dilemma. If I had not just been assaulted by your boyfriend and your history teacher I would have whisked you away without any mess, however…This party was your idea was it not?"

Jane sighed. "Yes, but I only agreed to mention it because I thought we could talk about you lying to me. I trusted you, Elijah."

"And I trusted you. It brings me no pleasure to harm you, Miss Evans, but I must insist that we leave immediately with Elena."

"No! You can't take her too, Elijah. Please don't."

He grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her head back and she gasped. "The time for negotiations are over. Now you will tell me where Elena is or I can compel it out of you. I prefer to keep this civil." Tears appeared in Jane's eyes and she nodded. "That's a good girl. Now tell me where she is."

Leaving Jane on the ground unconscious, Elijah walked towards the Gilbert lake house. He stopped to pick up some pebbles from the driveway. With a precise toss, he used the pebbles to blow the door off its hinges.

"Stefan, I'm okay. He can't come in the house." Elijah heard Elena say.

"You know, I might not be able to enter this house...but I do have a friend of yours. And I'd really rather not snap her neck, but I will if it is necessary."

Elena appeared in the doorway. "They shouldn't have done what they did." She murmured. "Where is Jane?"

"The deal is off." Elijah said firmly. "Safe. Now step outside or I will kill her."

Elena shook her head. "I'm renegotiating."

"You have nothing left to negotiate with." Elijah countered. "And I'm running out of patience."

She pulled a knife out from behind her back. "I'd like to see you lure Klaus into Mystic Falls after the doppelgänger bleeds to death." She threatened.

"Stefan won't let you die." Elijah smirked, knowingly.

"No, he won't. He'll feed me his blood to heal me, and then I'll kill myself and become a vampire, just like Katherine did." Elena warned him.

"But then that leaves Miss Evans as the only option doesn't it?" He asked, frowning.

"I know you wouldn't let anything harmful happen to Jane either. I know that Klaus would want her more."

"Which is why I'm the one who will bleed to death." Jane spoke up. He turned around and she stabbed herself in the stomach. Damon zoomed out of the trees and grabbed her, hauling her into the house before Elijah could move from his stunned state.

Jane gasped and choked against Damon's legs. Blood slipping down her chin.

"No!" Elijah called and ran up the door only to be forced back by the barrier. "Yes. Yes, you can have your deal." He said to Elena hastily. "Let me heal her." He promised.

"Give us your word!" Jane whispered.

"I give you my word!" Elijah replied, staring at her frantically. Jane stumbled out of the house and Elijah caught her. "Jane…"

"M'sorry." She rasped.

"No, you…I should have told you." Jane plunged the dagger into his heart with a sob.

"S-sorry, Elijah." She whispered as the life went out of him. They both tumbled to the ground and Damon flew out the door, gathering her against him and thrusting his wrist against her mouth.

"Little tip. Don't pull the dagger out." Damon said looking up at Elena and Stefan. He looked down at the girl in his arms. "Hey, Janey. You okay?" The girl nodded and hung onto him. "I know you were friends with him, Jane. I'm sorry." He stroked her back and Jane's phone buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket. "Here. This thing has been going off for the past hour."

Jane took it and answered it. "Hello? Oh, hi Belinda is something wrong?"

Her mother's neurologist sighed. "Jane, we have some news about your mother. We tried to reach you earlier."

"What news? What's happening?"

"She woke up a few minutes ago."

She's awake?!" Jane smiled. "Can I come see her? I-"

"Jane…I'm so sorry, but she…"

"She what?" Jane asked, dread coursing through her body. "What about my mother?!"

"She passed away, Jane. There was nothing we could do."

"No! No, she can't be…She's not dead!"

"I'm sorry, honey. She just woke up long enough to manage a few words."

"She was talking?" Jane sobbed. "What did she say?"

"That he was coming."

Damon stiffened and glanced up at Stefan who had a grim look on his face.

"Who is?"

"That was all she said, I'm sorry, Jane."

Jane dropped her phone and sobbed heart-brokenly into Damon's chest.

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