Samantha isn't a doormat... unlike Og Bonnie. That is half of the point of writing her.

Untrained witches can do so much what about a semi trained one with low power?

What's that?" Samantha cringed, hating the Logan noticed the one thing he ought to not see. "Is that a spell or something? Who'd kill a bird like that, and those squreills."

'Damn... wait, I got an idea.' Sighing with some guilt, she finished patching his wounded neck up. "I cast it, it was how I was going to break her neck after she attacked Damon and Vicki. I'm a witch." Wide eyed and fearful, Logan tried to back away from her but she pulled him close, scowling. "That compass is enchanted you moron, my ancestors couldn't have invented his way out of a wet paper bag. Witches hate vampires more then anything, their unnatural. Curses stretched over generations. Hell a witch helped fight the vampires a hundred and forty five years ago, in secret of course since idiots judge us for being born with power that we use to protect people."

Adding to her rant, she sniffed lightly, getting Logan to sigh.

"I'm sorry, I just... it's hard to get past the past and what they told us." Reaching out, he grabbed her hand and smiled. "If you were evil you wouldn't have taken care of me and chased her off."

Shyly she turned away. " I wish I was stronger, but I'm not so I had to resort to sacrificial magic to have any actually effect. We are dealing with incredibly old vampires Logan." Sighing, she kneeled further and put her hand on his arm. "Be quiet... Fasilite." A single word, the spell sent waves of soothing to through his body. She watched him almost coo as some of his pain washed away. "Fasilite… Fasilite. Good thing I still have some traces of magic from that sacrifice, otherwise that'd spell would be too much for me."

"That's better then Tylenol, how does that work?" Logan looked at his wounded shoulder and throat, eyes wide as her spell took effect. "It still hurts but I think I can move now."

"Good, cause we are going to need to be careful and vigilant. Can you still shoot like this? Wooden bullets I am assuming?" He nodded, slowly as she helped him stand. " Good, aim for their legs if you can, that will keep them still enough to hit their chest. Now, lean on me and let's go."

They trekked through the woods, following the same path Logan had followed to get to her location. For a long few minutes they said nothing but eventually her companion spoke up, almost whispering. "How did you become a witch?"

"Birth, I'm adopted so no one else in my bloodline are magical. Please keep quiet on this, the last thing I need is to be burned at the stake for something I can't choose." Sighing, she laid on the pain in her voice thickly. "Dad and Mom never knew, I found out after they died. I wish I could have told them...they would have understood, I think. After all it was my magic that saved me."

"Really... I'm glad it did."

It was hard to watch the girl nearly cry, Samantha had always been such a strong child. Even when she was younger she almost never cried, not even when Elena whined and cried as a toddler or young girl. Stoic and strong, she did everything she could to be strong. It was wrong seeing her like this.

"Thanks, I am glad for that too. Much as I miss my parents, I am glad that something good came out of all the pain. I can defend my sister and my town... but only if your quiet about this."

"I will be." And he meant it. " Only if you let me date Jenna though."

He all but felt her roll her eyes. "Are you going to cheat on her again?"

"No, I... I really screwed up then. I am trying to be better. I really do love her."

For a moment she said nothing, then she gave off a long sigh. "I hope that you mean that. I'll talk to her about giving you another chance, least I could do for your silence really... but that means you can't tell anyone, not Liz or Damon or even the Mayor. No one can know."

"I can agree to that. Their busybodies anyway."

"Agreed... you know, I know the identity of the vampire who ran away. She's a friend of the Salvatores, they don't know what she is. I only figured out when I touched her, witches can sense it. Her name is Lexi. She feed her blood to Vicki and Damon, the knocked them out. Your compass will probably pick them up as Vampires until the blood is out of their system. We are going to have to kill her before she turns them, but be careful she is very old. Strong enough to resist my spell, we are going to have to be careful. Her ring, it's spelled to let her walk in the daylight. If we can take it she will burn."

Eyes wide and shock coursing through him, he asked the question burning on his tongue. "That's how they are doing it?"

"Yes, but only recently. She threatened my sister and Jenna, that's why I made it for her... I can disarm it if I touch it, but just casting it off would be enough to kill her."

"Wow... alright, your right we can't let anyone else get something like that. We are going to have to kill her, the compass says she's this away anyway. Do you think you have enough Mojo to kill her?"

"No... but it doesn't matter. We don't have a choice."

"Why isn't your father buried in your family's tomb?" Her curiosity got the better of her while they dug and dug into the dirt, unable to mask it any longer.

Stefan just sighed. " It wasn't built until well after he died."

"Are you sure the grimoire's in there with him?"

"As sure as I could be. Your sister saw our family crest and it stopped being used seriously after my father died. He had a ring like ours, and that is what she saw. He was buried with the last copy of it, bar ours I mean. I know it's here."

"Great."

He looked up at her, clearly seeing her hesitance and discomfort even as they dug. "Elena. I can do this on my own.

"And I said I would do whatever I can to help.

" I know, and I appreciate that, but-"

"This town is my home, Stefan. My friends and family are here. You're here. I don't want that tomb opened any more than you do." She stopped, watching the weight of their actions wash over Stefan, the pain in his eyes as they continued digging into the dirt. "I'm sorry that you have to do this."

For what felt like an hour they dug but eventually they landed where they needed. The casks was simple and wooden, nothing overly fancy or proper about it, not like what her parents had been buried in. With a callousness that shocked her, Stefan ripped open the top revealing his father's corpse in it's gross glory. In his hands, covered in dust was a very thick book.

The Grimoire was in their grasp.

This is it?" Elena looked at the book, thick and old and worn. It didn't seem powerful or dangerous at all, just worn. "This is what this is all about?"

Stefan sighed, and nodded. "Witches collect their spells, which is unique to each of them, in their grimoire. Emily was no ordinary witch so this is likely filled with all sorts of dangerous spells, including the spell to break the tomb spell. That is what we are protecting."

"My sister is going to kill me, like seriously kill me. She hated the idea of the vampires being punished forever, she was so eager to help them..."

"We had to make a choice Elena. Them or the town... we made the right choice."

"I really hope so..."

The smell of bourbon wafting in his nose woke Damon up, getting him to slowly but surely sit up and grasp the tumbler. Slowly the world focused, the blur fading even as his head and neck ached. The vision of a beautiful Lexi looking down at him clarified everything. With as much speed as he was able to, he shot towards her with hands wrapping around her throat.

"Why!" He bellowed, slamming her hard into the far wall as she struggled to breathe.

"Stefan... I..." Her far greater strength surged and she ripped his arms from her throat, snapping his wrists and sending him flying. "I'm older then you, don't try me little boy. Now sit down and let's talk about this... who is so important that you would free twenty seven vampires from a tomb?"

"Katherine." That wasn't him, though the beautiful word was stuck on his lips with a fierce insult right behind it. He turned, seeing a struggling Vicki attempting to stand up. She shook her head, groaning. " That blows, why snap my neck? Damn it Stefan."

"Are you serious, that bitch is still kicking?" Getting a serious stare from each of them, she sighed. "Figures.

"In a tomb for a hundred and forty five years. No one derserves that." Slowly Vicki stood, her eyes oddly passionate as they were cold. "We are getting them out one way or another. With us or against us, choose Lexi. Not Damon or Stefan, but Samantha and I. He just wants Katherine, we are trying to save them all."

Silence, then Lexi sighed. "Only if you get them out of the town."

" They'll need help, being dedicated for almost two centuries will make them weak."

It was all too much for Damon. "Who cares what happens to the others, long as I get Katherine it doesn't matter."

"See what I mean?" Vicki blurred to him, eyes cold. "It does to me, so your going to help. Now where is Samantha? And Stefan, I'm going to rip his spleen out."

"Threats of mutilation aside, he's getting the grimoire... I don't know where but I left Samantha in the woods with a hunter. I went back for her but she seemed okay with him."

"Did he have a compass?" Damon's eyes were wide, a touch of fear in his eyes. "He could be following us here!"

Rolling her eyes, Lexi gave off a smirk. "I bit and threw him into a tree. He needs a hospital, I heard ribs cracking." She turned her attention to Vicki. "Your girlfriend flipped me hard, how?"

Vicki's smile was radiant. "Blame Stefan, he taught her."

"Hey the vamps are that way?" Logan's voice grated on Samantha, but she refrained from hitting him. The urge was strong, but they were so close to what she imagined was Stefan and Elena, digging in a grave. She had to stall, no matter how utterly pissed she was. If someone was going to kill Stefan, it was going to be her.

"Your in need of medical care. I stopped your bleeding but I'm sure your internally damaged from that throw. This can wait, let's go" Absently, as they hurried towards his van, Samantha started reviewing what she knew bout the compass. Diverting the idiot that was Logan with a lie about vampire blood messing with it's function would only help for so long. If she wanted Damon and Vicki to live, she'd have to jam the signal...

'But to do that I need the Grimoire, damn you Stefan! Even then I'd need to sacrifice something big, like a dog or a...' Eyes wife she turned and stared at Logan Fell, taking in his body and warmth. 'He's already injured, and he knows too much. Damon might just kill him anyway...'

She knew what she had She has to do... but could she?

'He does have a gun on him, with wooden bullets... and if I just...'

It wasn't really a choice anymore, she knew what she had to do... it would solve so many of their problems... it was just too perfect, if only it didn't cost so much.

Logan knew something was wrong the moment Samantha turned to look at him. He felt her shudder, fear and doubt in her eyes. Fear filled his own soul, knowing that she was dangerous as hell even without her magic. She took down a powerful vampire with sheer physical abilities and surprise, what could she do with magic? With planning?

"Do you sense something?" He didn't doubt she could, the little he knew of witches told him that much.

Slowly, she nodded and pulled away from him, forcing him to stand painfully against a tree for leverage.

Her eyes were wet, tired but wildly alive. "Yes... your death."

Pain exploded across his face as she swung at him, darkness followed suit minutes later. Pain cut through it, sharp and wild on his forehead.

"Mwen pran lavi l, ofri fòs li. Ban m pouvwa. Mwen pran lavi l, ofri fòs li. Ban m pouvwa." The words were cold, spoken through tears as all of his warmth pooled away from his body and into the girl. For one brilliant, horrible moment he watched as power washed through her body in the form of black veins crawling up her arms and into her face. "Mwen pran lavi l, ofri fòs li. Ban m pouvwa." They faded as a single and final word crossed her lips.

"Sorry."

Then he died, murdered by a teenage girl who's aunt he loved.

The pain and power was incredible, every cell in her body screaming with power that burned within her even as it already begun to fade. "I can only hold onto this power for so long... it's lovely. Thank you, Logan, for this beautiful gift." Standing, she looked at her offering, his skin greying and beginning to decay ever so slightly as his very lifeforce and the lingering traces of magic in most human blood flowed into her body.

She had done it, sacrificed a human being...

"Shall this be the cost of my power... is it worth it?" Shuddering under the burning weight of guilt and maximum power in her body, she quickly gathered the compass and gun from his body before flicking her wrist towards his body. "Sanflaman." Unlike any other time she had cast that spell, the fire burst into life with a loud woosh, consuming his flesh entirely. She breathed in the stench, not even gagging as she did so. "Burn, burn and become another sacrifice, an offering not to magic but to the council as the great vampire that I destroyed to save the town."

Turning on heel, she shot away, compass in hand. She focused on Stefan's face, on his vampiric nature and the betrayal that he committed. She swore that the damned compass turned when she did so, turning right to Stefan. She hoped it did, she had a bone to pick with the traitor.

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"Elena, there's somebody... Samantha." Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar, Elena looked at her the moment she burst into the opening with a mixture of shock and guilt. Stefan, standing behind her, held the grimoire close to his chest. "I'm sorry, Samantha. I can-"

"Amplectere natos dolorque."

"AHHHH!" He collapsed screaming in agony as her spell took effect, popping bloodvessels and generally melting his brain. She held fast, even as her sister started to scream in shock.

"What are you doing?" She rushed over to her lover, crying as blood dripped from Stefan's eyes, the power of her sacrifice augmenting her powers turning a weak pain spell into a devastating form of torture. "Please, Samantha, please."

Cold inside and out, and realizing her power was waning as she had only sacrificed a human, she held out her hand and the book flew to her. "Interesting spell, huh, Grams taught me it... normally it'd just distract you long enough for me to flee but now, with what I just did... I killed Logan Fell, Elena." Her sister gasped dramatic and annoying. "Yeah, it was easy, like snapping a toothpick. I sacrificed him for power, for this power... and now, I am going to punish you too Elena... but how will I do it... " She looked at the grave, seeing the body of Stefan's father and something wicked snapped in her heart. "oh, I know... Defèt bag la, deranje solèy la."

With the last of her power, she cast the final spell and enjoy the results.

Immediately, Stefan's screams shifted, deepening in agony as his skin literally started to burn in the morning sun. " My ring, what did you do?" He dived, head first, into his father's grave, hiding from the sun.

Laughter burst from her lips as she watched him, turning to her terrified sister. "Bury him, Elena, only that will keep him safe from the sun. You might want to do it now, before the noon sun destroys him entirely."

Done, she walked away having another fish to fry.

Literally.

Chapter end tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was so much fun to write, I am glad she is actually not a doormat like Bonnie was so often. Stefan's betrayal had results and so did Elena's. She didn't even argue, so done with them.

'Ease

I take his life, offer his strength. Give me Power.

Ignite

Embrace the Pain

Undo the Ring, Unbind the sun

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.