This chapter is so short and rushed, it's not even funny. I apologize for this cause I know that it isn't my best work, but I wanted to give you something before I left for vacation tomorrow. I will be with limited internet but it would make my life to see reviews when I get back :D Hope you all enjoy it and thanks so much for the amazing support and reviews :)
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Cassandra huffed once more as she heaved out yet another box from within her closet. She dragged it across the floor to set it near a pile of boxes before standing up straight and letting out a long sigh. The hybrid opened up the first box and rifled through it, but the contents inside were not what she was looking for. It was filled to the brim with old photos, diaries, journals, knick knacks and some other crap that was stockpiled over the years. Frowning, she closed up the box and pushed it aside, creating another pile on its own. Six boxes later, Cassandra finally hit the jackpot. Her eyes lit up at the contents inside the box and started taking some items out and laying them on her bed.
"What the hell happened in here?" Damon gaped as he looked over the condition of the room. Clothes littered the bed and the vampire had to make his way through a labyrinth of boxes.
"Caroline needed some stuff for the twenties dance at the high school tonight." Cassandra answered as she started going through another box.
"I thought the dance was a seventies theme?" The vampire raised an eyebrow at all of the memorabilia from the 1920's that was strewn all over the room.
"It was the seventies, but they changed it to the twenties as per Rebekah's whining." She grunted as she picked up a box and placed it on the table.
"Hmm," Damon nodded and sauntered over to the bed where he found an assortment of authentic flapper dresses. He picked up a black one and held it up. "And will you be attending this dance?"
"Mmhmm," She hummed. "I hope you will be too." Cassandra smirked and held up some men's clothes from the twenties. Damon's eyes lit up and took the clothes from her.
"Man, I remember these." He smiled. "Not gonna lie, your man looked pretty damn sharp."
"You always look sharp, babe." Cassandra giggled and pranced over to the bed, her eyes looking over the various colors of the dresses. So many choices to make. Damon joined her and watched her eyes jump from one dress to the next. Slowly, she eliminated her choices down to two dresses and then went back to box she was looking in.
"I didn't think picking out a costume would be this strenuous." Damon grumbled and flopped down on the end of the bed that was cleared.
"Well, I have to make sure that I fit the era." Cassandra explained as she dug through the box. She took out a handful of headbands, strings of pearls, feather boas, cigarette holders and other accessories before dumping them on the bed. "I'm actually glad that they didn't settle on the seventies. I love Caroline, but I hate the seventies."
"I don't even remember the seventies." The vampire chuckled to himself and she laughed with him.
"Okay, so which one?" She held up two flapper dresses on their hangers. Damon narrowed his eyes and Cassandra placed a red flapper dress against her body before putting a black one against her. He looked between the two and Cassandra waited patiently for his answer.
"Neither." He replied and Cassandra's face dropped.
"What do you mean neither?" She raised an eyebrow. Damon got off the bed and went back through the pile of dresses that she eliminated and searched through it.
"I mean that," He trailed off and picked out a bronze beaded dress and handed it to her. "You should wear this one." Cassandra took it in her hands and examined it closely before jogging to the mirror and holding it against her. The bronze beads contrasted exquisitely with her skin tone and her warm brown eyes sparkled as she imagined the whole look pulled together. The front dipped low and so did the back, it would show off her perfect skin. She smiled and looked back at Damon who was quite smug with himself.
"Sometimes you know me better than I do." She giggled.
"You can thank me by modeling for me." Damon smirked as he watched Cassandra pull out some bronze accessories that would go with the dress.
"As long as you model for me." Cassandra winked and went back to the box. Damon's phone rang with a call from Ric and he answered it. With her enhanced hearing, she could make out that Ric was skipping town for a few days since he kept blacking out. He assured the vampire that he was stocked up on Bonnie's herbs, so he would be okay. Damon hung up the phone and scrunched up his nose.
"He sounds weird." Damon shrugged and Cassandra frowned. "It's not like Ric to just leave town for a couple of days." He said.
"Well, then let's go to his place and see what we find." She suggested.
Doctor Meredith Fell sauntered down the hallways of Mystic Falls Hospital when she felt a presence walking behind her. She turned over her shoulder and frowned seeing that no one was in the hallway with her. Shaking off the eerie feeling, she turned around but was met with Damon and Cassandra suddenly standing before her. The doctor jumped, clearly not expecting to see the two at the hospital.
"Don't do that! It's not funny!" She scolded them but they just snickered.
"Oh, come on! It's a little funny." Cassandra smirked.
"What do you two want?" Meredith asked heatedly.
"We need some medical advice, for a friend. Alaric, you remember him, right? About 6'2'', tried to hack you into pieces." Damon rattled off.
"How is he? Are those herbs that Bonnie made for him working?" She asked quickly and Cassandra shook her head.
"I don't know." The hybrid replied and produced a glass jar of herbs from behind her back. "Can they work if he doesn't take them?"
"We found them in his loft untouched." Damon added and Meredith's troubled gaze shifted between the two.
"He told me that he was fine and that the herbs were helping." Meredith stammered.
"Well, he was lying." The vampire deadpanned.
"He said that he was leaving town?" The doctor asked.
"Yep, he's not in his apartment, but everything is there." Cassandra replied and the doctor ran a nervous hand through her hair.
"I'm worried about him." She frowned.
"We all are. Right now, I think we should just keep our eyes open for anything strange." The hybrid said in a hushed tone.
"What are you suggesting?" Meredith asked.
"That you watch your back." Damon answered. "There's no telling what he'll do."
Cassandra really had to hand it to the dance committee. They did a wonderful job with decorating the gym. It really looked like a 1920's speakeasy and the hybrid couldn't help but smile at the nostalgia. Living for almost two hundred years did have its good points. The world had changed so much over the years, but it was always nice to look back and see the progress. Cassandra was posed as a chaperone at the dance and she looked the part. The flapper gown hugged her body snugly like a glove and she felt as if she had traveled back in time to Gloria's bar. Her hair was done in long curls with a bronze hair clip resting on the side of her head. The fringes of her dress brushed against her thighs as she walked across the gym to the drink table and mouths dropped at how alluring she looked. She thanked Matt for her drink with a bright smile when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.
"Save me a dance?" Damon quipped and she placed her drink down before walking into his arms. "You look incredibly sexy." Damon purred in her ear.
"Thanks, baby. I wish you would've dressed up too." She frowned as the two danced together.
"Well, how about later the two of us undress?" He smirked and she giggled lightly.
"Man whore." She dead panned.
"Fun sucker." He countered and she pouted her lips but Damon bent down to give her a quick kiss. Cassandra laid her head against Damon's chest and he rested his chin on the top of her head as the two slowly rocked to the music. Her eyes spotted Elena and Stefan dancing, the two of them were smiling at one another.
"Stefan and Elena look happy." She said.
"Hopefully Stefan will hold onto her this time." He spoke as he stroked a hand through Cassandra's curls.
"They're working on it." Cassandra smiled and craned her head up to look at him. "Just like we had to work on it." Damon nodded and cupped her cheeks, bringing her lips to his in a sweet kiss. "I'm happy that things are back to normal."
"Well, somewhat." Damon joked.
"I mean us. I'm happy that we're back to normal." She clarified.
"Me too." The arm around her waist pulled her closer to him till they were flush up against one another. Cassandra looked up at him lovingly, a smile coming to her lips. Her mind was no longer burdened by thoughts of Klaus or anything else that would come between her relationship with her and Damon. The trip to Denver cleared their heads and made their love for one another grow stronger.
"Does this mean that we can start planning our wedding this summer?" Cassandra asked happily.
"Of course." Damon kissed her forehead. "How about a twenties themed wedding?" He suggested and Cassandra wrinkled her nose.
"Hmm, I already lived through the twenties once." She laughed and shook her head.
"Oh, come on! I wanted to show off my sweet dance moves." He wiggled his eyebrows at her before he twirled her and dipped her romantically. Cassandra let out a surprised squeal and his eyes locked with hers. God, he loved this woman. Through everything they've been through, he'd always love her. He lifted her up gently and cradled her face in his hands, kissing her once more. Cassandra's hands skimmed up and down his chest as her lips moved sensually over his. Damon's body suddenly tensed and she noticed it as well. He broke the kiss and looked over his shoulder to see Klaus standing there. Cassandra gritted her teeth, angry that he showed up at the dance. She laced her hand with Damon's, squeezing lightly, seeing that he was fighting with himself to keep his composure.
"What are you doing here?" She growled angrily.
"It's a high school dance, darling." Klaus smirked. "Just about anyone off the streets could walk through the door."
"Why do you always need to prove that you're the Alpha male?" Cassandra asked incredulously.
"I don't have to prove anything, love. I am the Alpha male." He replied firmly and the couple's eyes remained stuck on the hybrid. Klaus held out his hand to her, his eyes gesturing for her to take it. "Come on, one dance. I won't bite." He snickered and Cassandra's glaring gaze didn't leave his playful one. Cassandra felt Damon's fingers unlace from hers and she looked up at him questioningly. Damon gave her a little nod of his head and she smiled. Cassandra let her body relax to stand on her tippy toes and press her lips against his. Klaus rolled his eyes at the gesture between the two. Damon stepped back from Cassandra, allowing her to walk towards Klaus. Cassandra hesitantly took Klaus's hand and he led her out to the middle of the dance floor. She looked over her shoulder at Damon and he stood tall, watching them intently. Klaus twirled her in towards him slowly and placed a hand on her hip, holding her close. The female hybrid kept her distance from him, her eyes focusing on anything else but him.
"You know, being here tonight reminds me of being at Gloria's in the 1920's." He said softly. "You were reckless, sexy, and fun." Klaus unexpectedly twirled her in his grip, chuckling lightly. "We used to dance till we dropped."
"And then I'd wake up in my bed alone with no recollection of what happened the night before." She grumbled and Klaus visibly frowned.
"You should be nicer to me. I'm leaving town tomorrow. I'd invite you to come with me but we both know that you're not ready to accept my offer." He said and Cassandra stared back at him with wide eyes. He would be leaving town for good and he wanted her to come with him?
"I would never accept your offer." Cassandra hissed. "Not in a million years."
"Perhaps one day, in a year, or even a century you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer." He whispered in her ear and she huffed, rolling her eyes.
"You don't know me anymore, Klaus." She spoke. "I'm not the scared vampire I was back then. I've grown up and moved on." Her voice was strong and she held his gaze. "I loved you, Klaus. You came into my life when I needed comfort, but I've always loved Damon. He makes me better, he challenges me, and he loves me for who I am. It doesn't matter what we've done in the past. We've moved on and I love him, Klaus. He's my life, he's my everything." As she poured out her entire soul to Klaus, Cassandra believed every word that flowed from her lips. Damon was her epic love and they would never let each other go. "I've made my choice and there is nothing that you can do to change my mind."
"You mark my words. Damon won't be enough for you. He'll never be enough." He growled.
"That's where you're wrong. My life is here in Mystic Falls with Damon and all of my friends. They are my home now, Klaus." The hybrid looked down at her in disbelief as her words ran through his head. "Now do us all a favor, get out of Mystic Falls and don't ever come back." Cassandra snarled and moved out of Klaus's grip. He stared back at her and she held her head high, not backing down. Klaus looked between her and a speechless Damon, who had been watching them the entire time and turned on his heel, disappearing from the gym. Damon heard every word that was exchanged between the two and he let himself smile. Cassandra winked back at him but her eyes quickly caught sight of Jeremy moving towards them.
"Woah, where's the fire, Jer?" Damon caught the teen by the shoulders.
"Esther is here!" He said hurriedly and the two tensed. "She made Elena come with her."
Damon and Cassandra followed Jeremy outside the dance but they were suddenly hit with a barrier. She stepped back as she watched Jeremy keep walking. The hybrid looked down at her feet and wrinkled her nose at a line made of white powder on the floor. Her eyes followed the line, seeing that it went around the entire school.
"What the hell is this?" She grumbled and tried to step over the line, but was immediately stopped. Damon placed his hands on the invisible wall and growled low in his chest.
"We're trapped here." He said and Stefan joined them.
"It's salt. It's the binding agent for Esther's spell." Stefan explained. Klaus then stomped outside the gym, his phone attached to his ear, but he stopped as well seeing the salt on the ground.
"Your mummy is back." Damon grumbled.
Bonnie stood chanting over a set of candles as Matt, Klaus, Damon, Cassandra and Stefan paced around the room. Klaus had threatened to kill Jamie since Bonnie was stalling on the spell and Matt and Jeremy considered leaving the dance to go fight Esther on their own. All in all, the entire group was running in circles. Right now, Bonnie was working on a locator spell, using Jeremy's blood, to find out where Esther and Elena were.
"What is taking so long?" Klaus growled.
"She's fighting me." Bonnie replied heatedly.
"People are just walking out of the dance." Matt grumbled.
"I don't know why we just can't go after Esther. She won't see us coming." Jeremy protested as he bandaged his hand.
"Because Jeremy, she–"A hiss left Cassandra's lips before she could even finish her sentence. She looked down to see a long cut along the palm of her hand. Blood spilled from the wound and dribbled onto the tile floor. The group stared at her, their eyes wide with confusion until Damon charged forward, taking charge.
"What the hell?" He then saw the droplets of blood seep through the floor and vanish, as if they were never there in the first place. Cassandra's skin then started to weave itself back together again until the wound was gone and her skin unscathed.
"That must have been Esther's doing." Bonnie spoke up. "She must need your blood for a spell."
"What spell could she possibly be doing that she needs my blood for?" Cassandra shrieked as Damon cleaned her hand off.
Esther held out her hand as Elena cradled her own bloody one to her chest. Blood magically pooled in the witch's hand and Elena looked curiously at her. Esther smiled evilly and poured the blood into the cup that also held Elena's blood.
"Whose blood is that?" The doppelganger asked worriedly.
"Your friend, Cassandra's." Esther replied simply. "Alaric needs to die with vampire blood in his system and then wake up to feed on human blood in order to complete his transition.
"This is wrong!" Elena yelled. "You're trying to undo the evil you created but this is just as evil!"
"Alaric will never be like my children. Vampires took everything from him and now he wants his revenge." She handed Alaric the bowl with Elena's and Cassandra's blood. "Drink. And let it be done."
"No, Ric! Please, don't!" Elena protested but Ric didn't listen. He guzzled down the entire bowl of blood, swallowing it down and tossing the bowl to the floor.
"Is it finished?" Ric asked.
"Not just yet." Esther then staked Alaric with the indestructible white oak stake and a scream tore from Elena's throat.
"No!" Ric crumpled to the ground, a stake in his chest and Elena fell to her knees, sobbing loudly.
Cassandra stomped one foot in front of the other as she walked along the salt trail. Her lips were pursed as she waited for the spell to be lifted. She looked down at her fully healed hand and frowned, hopefully Matt and Jeremy killed Esther. If they didn't, she was next in line.
"If you keep pacing like that you'll pace a hole in the ground." Klaus's suave voice purred from behind her but she still continued to walk back and forth.
"It's been too long. I'm worried about them." Cassandra mumbled quietly.
"You care too much, love." He shrugged.
"Well, your mother is a psycho and needs to be stopped." She growled angrily.
"This is all Stefan's fault. He's the one who was set on the path to release my mother." He said and Cassandra halted her steps. She whipped around and stomped over to him.
"Don't you dare!" She jabbed a finger at him. "All of this is your mother's fault! Everything that's happened, everyone who's died, the curse, everything! It's all her fault!" Her anger bubbled to the surface, nearly exploding like a pressure cooker. If it wasn't for Esther, none of this would have happened in Mystic Falls. "She created monsters and you're the worst of them all!" Klaus finally got tired of her rants and gripped her wrist tightly and blurring them to smash her back against the outside of the school.
"Enough." He snarled lowly, pushing his body flush up against her.
"Let go of me!" Cassandra shoved against him, her hands clawing at his chest. "You want to know why I kissed you the night of the ball?" She asked rhetorically and Klaus let her speak. "She took my blood and cast a spell on us." He stared down at her, stunned into silence as he searched her eyes for any kind of falter but found none.
"You're lying!" He accused and she shook her head.
"Am I?" She challenged. "Compel me and see what answer I give you. Try me!" Klaus then gripped her neck, nearly crushing it in his vice grip and stared into her eyes. She didn't break his hard stare and he knew that deep down in the depths of his heart, she was telling the truth. He took a step back from her, releasing his grip.
"Did you really mean every word you said when we were dancing?" Klaus asked her and she slowly nodded her head.
"Every word." She answered. "I'm through with the games, Klaus. I don't have the patience for them anymore."
"I really wish you would take me up on my offer and let me show you what the world really has to offer." He said softly.
"I'd be doing that with Damon. After all, he is my fiancé." Cassandra walked back to the barrier, testing it once again with her hands, but it pushed back against her.
"You would have been mine." He spoke and Cassandra froze, turning over her shoulder to look at him.
"What did you just say?"
"You heard me, love." Klaus met her at the salt line. "You think I wouldn't have asked you sooner or later?" Now it was Cassandra's turn to be speechless. Klaus didn't seem like the kind of person to ever get married or tied down. More importantly, he would have asked her to become his wife.
"You, get married?" She scoffed.
"I'm human too. I think about those things."
"You, Klaus, are anything but human." Cassandra shook her head.
"What would have been your answer?" He asked and she looked disbelievingly at him. "If you had a choice, me or him, what would it be?"
"Well, she already has a fiancé." Damon smirked as he sauntered to the pair. "Not to be, you know, territorial or anything." Cassandra joined his side and he slipped an arm around her waist.
"Ah, yes, of course. You two and your unshakable bond." He noted sarcastically and the couple scowled. Damon's hand rose to cup the back of Cassandra's neck, gently squeezing as a little territorial gesture. "However it's interesting to see how much that bond shakes when a threat comes into town. Let's see that bond really shake when something else rolls into Mystic Falls." He taunted and Damon growled low in his chest while Cassandra gave the Original hybrid a deadly glare. Bonnie then came out of the school and announced that Esther was no longer fighting her and the salt spell was broken.
Walking through the cemetery was a gloomy sight. Alaric had made the choice to let himself die as opposed to finishing his transition. Cassandra and Damon were met with teary eyes and sad frowns as they stood on the grounds. She tried to console all of them, but she needed some consoling herself. Alaric was a great friend and a hell of a vampire hunter. He would be missed dearly by everyone in Mystic Falls, especially his students. Cassandra stood by Damon's side and he hugged her close to him. He was going through his own internal battle dealing with the fact that his friend would rather die than live forever as a vampire. He knew Ric since the very beginning and it seemed unnatural to keep his daily routine without his drinking buddy by his side.
Ric slowly climbed the steps of the mausoleum with Elena and Jeremy by his side and looked out over his beloved friends who had come to honor his existence. The group of them stood in the cemetery, all of them held lit candles in remembrance for Alaric. His eyes scanned over each sad face and his heart ached that he would have to leave all of them on their own. But it was better that he die tonight than be a threat to anyone, anymore. He gave one last nod to everyone before trekking back down into his own tomb. Meredith had gone down after him, giving him a sedative to make his passing more peaceful and everyone disbursed except for Damon and Cassandra. The two sat on a tombstone, Damon with a bottle in his fist. Cassandra rubbed a hand back and forth over Damon's shoulder. She knew that he was having a really hard time with this.
"I can't say goodbye to him." Damon shook his head.
"You need to, Damon. If you don't, then you'll regret it for the rest of your life." She pressed.
"If I say goodbye, then it's real." He said gravely. "That he's really dying." Cassandra's eyes pooled with tears and she frowned seeing Damon in so much pain. He was never good with goodbyes, but he needed to have that kind of closure.
"I can't force you to, but at least don't leave him alone." Cassandra pulled him close and kissed his cheek before standing up and moving towards the mausoleum door.
"Hey Ric." She smiled, sitting down beside him.
"Hey," He said weakly as he tried to smile back at her.
"How ya doing, buddy?" Cassandra leaned her head back against the wall.
"I've had better days." Ric breathed. "Where's Damon?" He asked and Cassandra frowned but quickly covered it up.
"He'll be down in a little while. He just needs some time." She replied simply.
"Maybe I had this coming…" He trailed off.
"No," The hybrid shook her head. "None of this is your fault."
"That's what Elena said." Alaric chuckled. "Whoever decided to make me their guardian was a huge mistake."
"You listen to me; you are the best thing that could have happened to those two kids." Cassandra spoke firmly, taking the history teacher's hand. "And not just Elena and Jeremy, but Bonnie, and Matt, and Tyler, and Caroline. You have helped all of them. You were their teacher, their protector. You were the best thing for them." Little tears streaked down her cheeks. "You were the best thing for all of us." She squeezed his hand tightly and he squeezed back.
"Thank you," His watery eyes glistened in the dim candlelight. The two then turned at the sound of the mausoleum gate scraping against the cement. Damon came into view and Cassandra smiled lightly at him. She knew he'd come down sooner or later.
"Hey, you." She greeted and Damon tried to smile as best as he could, seeing that his friend was wasting away.
"Hey, how ya doing, Ric?" The vampire asked as he took a seat beside Cassandra, popping open the bottle of bourbon in his hands.
"Is this the part where you give me a dream?" Ric breathed weakly and Damon raised an eyebrow at him. "Rainbows and rolling green hills?" He chuckled.
"I was drunk when I told you that." Damon grumbled
"Yeah, and I told you I'd use it against you." The hunter laughed.
"Damn you." He tisked and Cassandra leaned against him as the room grew quiet.
"I'll let you two say your goodbyes." Cassandra said and gave Ric a kiss on the cheek. "It was nice knowing you, vamp hunter." She joked and Ric smiled.
"You take care of him," The hunter nodded his head at Damon.
"I'll meet you at home, okay?" Damon inclined and she nodded, standing up and dusting off her pants.
"Hey, Cassandra!" Ric called weakly and Cassandra turned. "Give him a good ass kicking if he needs it." Damon smirked and Cassandra laughed, giving him one last hug before leaving both men alone in the tomb.
"Sorry I killed you. Twice." Damon said as he sat beside Ric, a bottle of bourbon in his hands.
"So, I have to actually die to get a real apology out of you." Ric grimaced and Damon offered him the bottle.
"Drink?" He asked and Alaric shook his head. The vampire took a couple sips, guzzling it down. He'd need all the liquor in the world to get through tonight.
"Actually, I've been thinking about cutting back." Alaric quipped.
"You know...I never told you this, but if Stefan didn't fix himself, you would've been my best man at our wedding." Damon said.
"Really?" Ric asked.
"Yeah," The vampire nodded.
"I'm touched. I didn't know you had so few friends." The hunter chuckled and so did Damon. "But, I would have been honored to be a part of it." He rasped weakly. "She's a special girl."
The vampire nodded, a smile coming to his lips. "Yes, she is."
"Don't let her go and don't do anything stupid." Ric coughed.
"I won't." Damon confirmed.
The two passed the bottle back and forth for a little while longer before Alaric's eyes fluttered shut. His breaths were very heavy until the last couple passed his lips. Ric's head tilted limply against his shoulder as he breathed out his last fighting breath. It was over. He was really gone.
Damon abruptly stood and capped the bottle of bourbon. He gave one last look to Alaric; the teacher looked as if to be sleeping. Damon slowly made his way up the steps, dragging his feet the entire time. When he reached the top of the stairs, he stared out into the dark cemetery to see Cassandra leaning against a headstone, patiently waiting for him. Tears streaked her cheeks and Damon gave her a curt nod, signaling that Alaric had passed away. The two met each other halfway in the cemetery and Cassandra placed her hands on his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Damon." She whispered tearfully and wiped a tear that slipped down his cheek. His bright blue eyes were now watery pools that were filled with anger and despair. She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her, comfortingly combed her fingers through his hair. "But he's at peace now. He won't suffer anymore." She told him and he nodded against the crook of her neck. Cassandra had heard everything that went on between Alaric and Damon and her heart broke her for her vampire fiancé. The two really were friends; no matter how many times either of them denied it. It was like they had their own little bromance. Cassandra wasn't nearly as close to Alaric as Damon, but she'd miss him too.
"I thought I told you to go home." He rasped and pulled back from her tight embrace.
"And leave you here?" She raised an eyebrow. "Damon, when Vanessa died, you were all I had. I would never leave you alone. We're in this fight together." She spoke and gently massaged the sides of his neck, alleviating some tension there.
"Thank you." Damon breathed and she gave him a weak smile.
"Let's go home." Cassandra craned her head up to kiss his lips softly and he returned it. She was able to taste the bourbon in his mouth and figured that it would be easy to get him to go right to sleep. The two walked hand in hand through the cemetery until they came across Bonnie who was walking towards the mausoleum.
"Hey, Bonnie!" Cassandra jogged over to the witch and gently gripped her upper arm. "Are you alright?" The witch turned abruptly and wrestled her arm out of Cassandra's grip. Bonnie's dark eyes shifted between Cassandra and Damon before lifting her hand and curling her fingers. The pair let out shrill screams as an unbearable pain surged through their heads. Cassandra gripped her hair, pulling it while Damon covered his ears.
"Gaahh! Stop, Bonnie!" Damon hollered but the witch didn't cease her torture. The pain soon numbed their brains and they passed out on the leaves and dirt.
Bonnie smirked sinisterly, her work was almost complete. Leaving the two unconscious beings, she walked down the steps to Alaric's tomb and knelt before him. She slit her wrist and pressed the bloody wound to his lips. The history teacher stirred slightly before sucking firmly on Bonnie's wrist. The witch let out a pained moan when she felt his fangs pierce her skin and begin to suck hungrily. Bonnie's body grew weak and heavy before she passed out on the tomb floor. Alaric grinned evilly and rose from the ground, Bonnie's blood trickling from his lips. He was out for blood now and this time he would get his revenge on those who wronged him.
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