Chapter 15: The hunted
Damon paced back and forwards, taking in this new and quite valuable information. "So Barbie Klaus just told you all of this? She just willingly offered up information about one of her brothers weaknesses." He asked sceptically and Elena shrugged from where she leant against the counter in her kitchen. "Yeah. She hates her by the sounds of things, and this Elle or Ellevira or whatever her name is apparently hates them. We could use that to get rid of him, use his weakness against him."
The elder Salvatore sighed, wiping a hand down his face while Alaric frowned. "But didn't he leave town with her? She was apparently comatose, according to you both that is. He wouldn't be able to care for her, and be on the run from Mikael at the same time. He would have to hide her somewhere, right? I mean, he wouldn't chance her getting hurt or something if she's as important as Rebekah made her out to be, right?"
Elena nodded. "Yeah. He would have to keep her somewhere where he knew she would be safe, at least safe enough for him to not have to be beside her all the time. But he'll probably having someone guarding her even if we manage to find her." She replied and the vampire nodded. "Get Bonnie on it then. It shouldn't be hard to find her with a few witchy spells."
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Everything was going good. A pack later, a few hours and he had created more hybrids. Klaus gazed around his new family with a pleased smirk. Now, all that he needed to do was send one to that little hospice in Tennessee that was rather conveniently hidden away out of the obvious places one might think to look. He gazed around once more. His mother had thought to stop him from having the family he had long craved, and yet she had failed, once again.
But now that problem was Elle. It irritated him that she was woken up yet, and if she didn't soon., he would more than likely kill that nurse he had compelled to watch over her through pure spite. He wanted her awake. He demanded that she would wake up, and yet she hadn't. Was this some sort of punishment from the spirits because he had dared to break their precious curse?
Spirits be damned, he knew who was behind it.
Walking over to a small cluster of talking hybrids who seemed in awe of their new strength, he cleared his throat with a smirk. "I need someone to do something for me. A woman needs guarding, watching over in a little town in Tennessee. Tony, mate, feel up to it?"
The hybrid in question nodded with a slight smirk of his own, and the original hybrid returned it with one of his own. "Excellent."
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Bonnie Bennett frowned, her eyes closed as her hands hovered over a detailed map of the world. "I can't find her," she stated, brows furrowing a little more. "I can sense her per say, but not know her exact location. I need something of hers -a strand of hair, a little blood, something that belongs to her."
Elena nodded, thinking thoughtfully. "Rebekah mentioned something about a pendant she wears from Klaus. It's filled with Vervain. Could you not somehow focus on that? I mean, just how many pendants are filled with vervain?" She pointed out and the witch shrugged thoughtfully, but then she sighed. "Is this the right thing to do? I mean, from how Rebekah told it, and I'm not supporting them whatsoever, but isn't it morally wrong to use her already after she was used by them? I don't feel comfortable about this." She said slowly, uncomfortably.
The brunette gaped at her friend. "He killed Jenna, he tried, no, he killed me." She exclaimed, making her friend grimace. "If we have to find his own weakness to get rid of him, then so be it." She countered, determination clouding her judgement and with an unhappy expression, Bonnie got back to it.
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There was a constant beeping in her ears, and it was a strange noise. She hadn't heard anything like it before. Pain shot through her and a painful moan slipped past her lips, eyelids feeling as though they were glued to her face. She could hear the world around her, so when a nurse wandered into the room and saw her fingers twitching, the nurse pulled out a syringe packet, wandering over to the tray in the far corner of the room for a vial of clear fluid.
A sudden heaviness entered her veins and she felt herself becoming light despite the heaviness in her veins, the sounds of the outside world vanishing once more and she was left in darkness once again, as it had been for centuries. The nurse stepped back and discarded the syringe, reaching for her phone she kept on her at all times and dialling a number that had been programmed into her. It answered on the first ring and she spoke. "I think she's waking."