"Damon," I reach out, grabbing his arm, spinning the vampire back towards me.

He presses a finger to my lips, pulling me close to his chest, encasing me in his arms, "I trust you. She's done this before, trying to drive a wedge between us. I won't let it happen again."

Together we move to the study, beginning to sort through the information on the witch massacre grounds. As Damon flips through one of the bound volumes, I let the needle of the record player land on the vinyl. The raspy voice of Ryan Adams fills the room. Damon turns to me, a smile spreading across his face. Standing on his toes, he dances us around the room, both of us singing horribly off-key, laughing. It's moments like these that I remember how easy it was to fall in love with Damon. How quickly we bonded and how strongly we fought for our love. It's in his arms that I feel safest and most loved.

"You two are so cute," Katherine leans against one of the couches, her eyes flowing Damon and I as we continue to sway back and forth. "How many timed did you two get caught dancing around in here with each other long after all the party guest were gone? Trying to kindle a dying flame, pretending like mistrust isn't eating away at both of you?"

Damon continues to hold me close to him, cheek resting on the top of my head as he addresses the viper in the room, "What we're doing is none of your business, Katherine."

"Are those the Gilbert journals?" Katherine, trying to brush Damon's words, strides over to the desk, picking up on the leather bound journals before casting it aside.

Damon swoops in, sliding the books, to the end of the table. Even if we knew where the massacre site was, we need to keep Katherine in the dark. Her allegiances shift with the wind. The knowledge of the sight in the wrong hands could spell disaster. "We've got sixty-four, sixty-five, and sixty-seven. We're missing sixty-six."

"How am I supposed to help you if you two won't tell me what you're up to?" Katherine pouts, arms crossed over her chest, bottom lip stuck out.

Damon spins around, eyes narrowing as he stares down the vampire in front of him, "Can you tell me where a bunch of witches were massacred in this town a couple centuries ago?"

Katherine hesitates for a second, before letting out a defeated sigh, "No."

"Then you can't help," Damon motions to the doorway.

Instead of taking a hint, Katherine continues to pout, now lounging on the arm of the sofa, "Why does she get to stay? It's not like she knows."

"She's narrowed down the search," Damon explains. "Did you know, Diana was here when the witches first settled in Mystic Falls?"

Katherine gives me a sideways glance, rolling her eyes, "Well, hasn't she just been all over the place."

"Yeah, why were you in the colonies?" Damon wraps his arms around me, looking over my shoulder as I continue to skim through the Gilbert journals. Nothing in here has been helpful so far.

I knew my past movements would come up, especially with Klaus in the picture. I'm not necessarily proud of some of my ventures. I was young and willing to do whatever Klaus wanted in order to gain his approval. This is not the first time Klaus has tried to break the curse of the sun and moon. He's obsessed, unwilling to quit in his pursuit until his goal is achieved. In order to protect those I love, I have become a pawn in his endless game. "Klaus has been looking for a way to break the curse for a long time, Damon. Seems as even back then, Klaus liked to send other people to do his work for him. I was sent to search for a witch who could help us. Little did I know I'd be walking into the biggest witch-hunt since Salem."

"You didn't know you were a witch back then?" Damon questions.

I shut the journal in front of me, sitting down on the desk, "No. I was young though and not at all prepared to handle the mass hysteria. I returned to Klaus empty-handed. Shortly after that, he decided the only way to get things accomplished was to do it himself, thus the chasing of Katherine and Rose for the last five hundred odd years."

"And you don't have any idea where the massacres happened?" There is no mistrust in Damon's eyes, simply curiosity. He knows that if I knew something about this, I would tell him. Katherine's attempt to drive a wedge between us and create mistrust is not going to work as it did all those years before.

Letting out a sigh, I pull my legs into a pretzel, spinning so that I can look over the map of Mystic Falls. For a while my eyes trace over the old property lines, hoping that a name or landmark from the past would spark my memory on any place the massacres may have occurred. After a few seconds I shrug, "I left shortly after the public hangings started. My taste for blood and important men left me in a vulnerable position." I press my finger to the map, drawing a circle around a wooded area near the old Gilbert property. "My best guess is somewhere around here."

"Any idea why the sacrifice needs to happen at this massacre sight?" It's a general question, posed to the group.

When Katherine offers nothing more than a shrug, I step in. "I just found out I'm a witch. I don't know the history. Bonnie might, but I'd refrain from bringing up the witch thing until we've figured out how to get her powers back."

"I could help," Katherine announces, feeling now is a proper time to add in her knowledge. She's always been one to let others fall before stepping in to let everyone know she had information all along. It must be one of the requirements of being a raging bitch. "Emily Benet told me about the massacres. When a witch dies violently, they release mystical energy, marking the place of their death with power."

"Elijah wanted to know the place of the massacre," Damon states.

This seems to pique Katherine's interest, "What was he going to do when he found it?"

"Bonnie was talking about channeling other witches," I hesitate, not sure how much information I should be sharing with Katherine around. She's prone to use anything we say as leverage or go running off to tell whoever it is she's working with right now. Finally, I decided that without the location of the massacre site, there is nothing that she can do with the information. "Maybe the powers left behind can be channeled too, a way to help the witch perform the spell needed to lift the curse."

Damon raises an eyebrow, this information sparking his interest, "What'd papa witch and baby witch have to say?"

"Wasn't she gone or dead," Stefan keeps his gaze on Katherine as he enters the living room. "Yeah?"

This receives an eye roll from Katherine, "For the last time, I'm here to help."

"Yeah, and Stefan is the queen of England," I retort, not in the mood for Katherine's lies. She's a poison that needs to be extracted from this house. She's done nothing but stir up trouble since she's been back.

I get a stony glare, chocolate brown eyes narrowed into slits as if she thinks if she stares at me long enough I'll spontaneously combust. When I don't, Katherine turns her attention to Stefan, gaze softening, the typical doe eyes she gives him returning, "Can we skip the secrets, hmm?"

"Elijah has no weapon to kill Klaus, but he believed that if a witch could channel enough power...they wouldn't need one," Stefan voices information that most of us in this room already knew. Keeping Katherine in the dark is our best bet to have whatever plan we hatch go off without a hitch. Anything she gets involved in goes awry.

Damon nods, beginning to talk with his hands, "Like the power you get from a spot marked with a hundred dead witches?"

"We need to find it."

Motioning for Stefan to look at the map, I draw out the circle in a pen sitting on the desk as Damon explains what we know so far, "Well, according to Diana, the most likely spot would be somewhere in here."

"That's still a pretty big area to narrow it down from," Stefan muses, the corners of his lips pulling into a slight frown as he glances at the map.

I can't give them any more. Everything that I know comes from a limited knowledge of witch settlements and early colonization by the founders of Mystic Falls. I left shortly after the hysteria turned into murder. The grimoire mentioned something about witches being able to feel other's energy, but I'm not sure if means channeling or at any time. Even if I could go search the area there's no guarantee the spirits of the witches would reveal themselves to me. "I'm sorry I don't know more."

"It's okay," Stefan squeezes my hand, giving me an earnest smile. "We appreciate the help."

I nod, leaning into Stefan's side. That bond we shared long ago is slowly rebuilding itself. He's letting me in, trusting that I'm not going to leave or hurt him or his brother. Stefan confides in me, letting me see the darkness that he tries to hard to keep hidden from Elena and Damon. Our rooftop chats have turned into an almost nightly thing, each of us trying to build the other's confidence all the while knowing how quickly our world could come crashing down around us.

"Hey, Diana," Damon's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Yes, Damon."

Piercing blue eyes look into mine, searching, for what I'm not sure. How I answer Damon's question will hold weight. "What does Klaus look like?"

"Blonde, average height, tan, muscles, dark blue eyes, an ego that enters the room before he does," I shrug, unable to give any more information on what the man I still consider family looks like. Klaus is a personality, not a physical form.

Damon nods, "So like every other generic white dude out there?"

"Unfortunately," I give Damon a small frown.

My boyfriend nods, planting a kiss on my forehead, "Thanks."

"Anything I can do to help." As the words fall from my lips, a plan swirls into my brain. The witches did not take kindly to vampires. Most found them arrogant, too concerned with getting ahead and rising to the top. To have Stefan and Damon go traipsing through the woods would do no good. The witches would not reveal their spirits to a vampire. While I'm not sure my hybrid statutes will change that, I have to give it a shot. "I have an idea, but I'm not sure you're going to like it."

All eyes are set on me, eagerly waiting what I will say next. Stefan is the first to speak, "Go ahead."

"While Rose was dying I discovered I could push some of my powers onto other vampires. I tried it again with Damon through sharing blood; it seemed to work, but not for long. It's like his body healed, forcing the power out. I'm not sure it'll work, but if I could push my powers onto someone who doesn't regenerate as quickly, maybe the witches spirits would show themselves to that person, at least enough for us to narrow the search." I stare at Damon as I talk, watching as he begins to put the pieces of what I'm suggesting together.

Finally, the vampire begins to nod, drumming his fingers on his chin as he gathers his thoughts, "You're talking about Jeremy?"

"He's been letting me feed off of him for some time now. He's not entirely repulsed by the idea of drinking my blood. He has before, to heal." As Stefan goes to interject, I cut him off. "I know, Elena will never go for this, but she doesn't have to know. Jeremy won't be in any danger. The worst that can happen is that it doesn't work. I'll be with him the whole time."

Stefan lets out a long sigh, rubbing at his temples, "Elena cannot find out about this. Jeremy is to be within arms distance of you at all times. If anything, anything at all starts to go wrong you call Damon or me."

I nod my understanding, "I'll go call him."

Thirty minutes later, Jeremy and I stand along the edge of the woods; beginning to follow the outline of the circle I drew on the map. I brought him out here under the guise of wanting a quiet place to talk, an interest in exploring the old woods that I used to roam during my time in Mystic Falls. He's asked no hard questions, barely talking at all on the car ride and hike here.

"You know, I was beginning to think you'd lost my number," Jeremy finally says, looking out at the scenery.

He's awkward, tense. I begin to wonder if he knows this isn't just an ordinary walk in the woods, "I wanted to give you space. After everything with Katherine and Bonnie, I didn't wanna push vampires on you. Besides, phones work both ways you know." I give him a nudge, hoping to ease some of the tension.

"Why are we really out here, Diana. I know you were putting on a show in front of Elena and that's fine, but you can cut the act now."

I turn towards Elena's brother, taking his hand in mine, "I want you to know there's no risk in what I'm about to ask you to do. You can say no. I won't be upset. I won't compel you to do this, just like I've not compelled you to do anything else."

"Hey," Jeremy curls his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up so I'm forced to look him in the eyes. They're kind and trusting just like they were the very first day I met him. "You're rambling. What happened to strong, take no shit, do it or die, Diana?"

I blink up at him, feeling oddly vulnerable under Jeremy's gaze, "She's worried she's already asked too much of you."

"Bullshit," Jeremy lets out a snort of laughter, "I want to help. I've practically been forcing my way into every crazy plan of the Salvatore's or yours for months now. If can help, let me."

I swallow hard, "You know I have powers, like Bonnie's." Jeremy nods, encouraging me to continue on. "Well, I can, I guess, push them onto other people. The witches don't always take kindly to vampires, but if I could push my powers off onto you, the witches who were massacred somewhere around here may reveal themselves to you, a non-mystic, human. We have to find the massacre sight in order to channel the witches to get enough power to kill Klaus. As of right now, it's our only option."

"So you want to give me your powers?"

"Temporarily."

Jeremy nods, taking things in strides, "How?"

"Well, I could do this," I place my hands on Jeremy's chest, concentrating on sending the power inside of me into him. The leaves around us rustle, slowly lifting into the air, swirling around on wind only felt by them. Jeremy lets out a small gasp, grinning, as he flexes his fingers. I break the connection, the leaves falling back to the forest floor, "but it only lasts for as long as I keep the connection. The only way to make it last longer is by sharing blood."

Gentle, dark brown eyes stare down at me, "You've drunk from me plenty and nothing like that has ever happened."

"No, Jeremy, you drinking my blood."

For a few seconds, the boy standing before me is quiet, his gaze continuing to hold mine. Finally, he nods, "Okay. Let's try it."