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"Why won't you open?!" Bonnie yelled out in frustration after failing to open the coffin with another spell.
Sabrina stood not too far back watching the witch get ready to try again. She rolled her eyes, knowing it wouldn't work. But before Bonnie could begin another chant their view of the coffins suddenly disappeared.
Both girls looked at each other in confusion, soon replaced by concern at the sound of creaking floorboards.
"Hello? Someone there?" Bonnie called out.
No reply. Sharing another look the pair cautiously made their way to the staircase. Turing to walk up the stairs but stopped when they saw Damon stood on the steps with a similar look on his face.
The two looked at his for an answer to the intuition. He responded with putting his finger to his lips to stop them asking anything else as the three listen.
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Damon replaced Bonnie who left for school. Sabrina went back to her usual place, resting against the dusty shelf as she watched Damon fight with the casket with a shovel.
"You're wasting your time. It won't open," Stefan said coming into the basement. "Did you bury the body?"
He threw away the shovel, turning to his brother. "Yeah. Any sign of our little hybrid buddies?"
"Nope, just the dead one."
"Alright, Klaus has 6 siblings. Rebekah is now with Klaus," Damon recollected. "There was one dead kid in the old world, one dead kid in the new world, which leaves Elijah and two others. Three sleeping originals, four coffins. So, who is in the locked box?"
Sabrina tensed up as Stefan looked at her, Damon's gaze followed.
"If you know, then say something," Damon told her harshly.
"So now you want to talk to me?"
"You're being petty Sabrina. Whatever is in there, could help us kill Klaus," Stefan added.
"No."
"No?"
"No," she reiterated. "I'm not telling you."
"Stefan, tell her to stop being difficult."
Sabrina's tolerance was getting lower and lower with every comment Damon made.
"You know, none of this is gonna do us any good if Klaus's hybrid friends find our hiding place, right?" Stefan asked his brother, deflecting the conversation. "They need to go away."
"Oh yeah, that's a great idea Stefan. Why don't you just ask them to pack their bags and take a long rest while we are at it. How about try to keep the peace? Don't attract attention to the real thing we are trying to hide."
Stefan scowled. "No, I'm not gonna play defence when I have what Klaus wants. He does what I say, or I dump his family to the bottom of the ocean."
"And then he kills you and everyone you know like, I don't know...me," Damon retorted.
"No, he's bluffing. His family means more to him than anything else, am I right Sabrina?" he asked turning to face the girl.
"You're not wrong," she replied monotonously.
Damon didn't look at her. "You sure about that?"
"Well I don't know Damon. I mean, I guess there's only one way to find out, right? Call his bluff," Stefan said with a smirk.
"The only way to call someone's bluff, Stefan, is to be willing to lose everything if you're wrong." Stefan back up towards the stairs, smile still on his face as he left without a reply.
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Damon didn't stay after Stefan walked out. Opting for a change of scenery Sabrina sat on the staircase, head resting in her palms.
Her head shot up as shuffling and footsteps sounded behind her.
"I come bearing gifts." She scuffled up letting Alaric come down the stairs with a bag on his shoulder. He rested against the side wall as he stood on the step below where Sabrina sat.
"I know this is an extension of your breakdown." Sabrina sighed getting ready to here another lecture.
"You're hurting yourself by worrying about it. So if you're choosing to do this, you can't look back and feel sorry for yourself."
This wasn't the speech she was expecting to here. "I don't want to be become like Stefan," she let out quietly, resting her chin on hands and elbows on her thighs.
"You're far from that. Trust me," he reassured taking off the bag and pulling out a Tupperware box.
"You haven't been back home so I'm guessing you haven't eaten or even slept."
"I'm not leaving him," she said taking the container from him. "What is this?"
"You missed the family yesterday. I cooked, then got run over by a car being driven by a hybrid." Sabrina's eye's widened in shock.
"Alaric! If I have known, I-"
"It doesn't matter, I'm fine. See," he opened his arms and gestured to his healed self.
"Here." He passed her a thermos from the bag. She signed in satisfaction with a smile and took it. A sip later her face contorted as she coughed on the drink.
"I thought we'd do a 2 in 1," he chuckled as she frowned at him. "Come on!" he said holding his hand out as if she were a child.
Sabrina was a little confused as she just told him she wasn't leaving "Where?"
"Town council meeting."
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Walking beside Alaric and Damon, Sabrina felt a little invisible as he and Damon talked while they made their way to the Founder's Hall. Deciding to stay quite as she drank her liquor laced coffee the whole journey there.
"Can't a Council meeting ever just be a Council meeting?" Alaric asked, looking around the fancy lights at the Wickery Bridge Restoration Fundraiser.
Once inside it wasn't long till Damon left Sabrina and Alaric. A little part of Sabrina wondered it was because of her.
"You didn't have to let me tag along with you," she said as they walked around to the middle of the room.
"Give him time."
"It's just one thing after another and the longer it goes on, the further it feels like he is."
She sighed looking at the model in the centre of the room. "What am I looking at?"
Instead of replying her gestured around the room until she caught on. "The restoration project. Got it."
Alaric could tell the drink was starting to lighten her up and it wouldn't be long till she started whining about having to be at the meeting.
"This the bridge where Elena and Jeremy's parents died in the car accident." Damon came up beside them and eyed the model.
"Something is up with her. Elena. Something more than usual. You know what it is?" Alaric asked while Sabrina took another sip from her thermos.
"Well I'm sure it starts with a "Stef" and ends with an "an". I'm gonna get a drink, write a check and then we're out?" Alaric nodded in agreement.
Sabrina tried to push her luck while he was still with them. "Damon-"
It fell on deaf ears as he turned to leave. Sabrina let out a groan of frustration just as a young women walked up to her and Alaric.
"Alaric Saltzman, miracle patient!"
Dr. Fell," he exclaimed back.
"Sabrina Hayden, I'll excuse myself," she joined in before turning to leave.
Sabrina saw Damon standing alone with a drink in his hand. Trying again she walked up to him.
"Please don't leave," she grabbed hold of his hand as he took a step to the left but was blocked by her.
"I have nothing to say to you."
"But I do, and I need you to listen." He scoffed but made no attempt to move. "Alaric and Stefan are right, we're both being petty about this and we need to stop."
"No, Sabrina, let me tell you what needs to happen. You need to apologise and tell us what's in that coffin and then, and only then will I consider having a proper conversation with you."
She shook her head. "This isn't fair Damon, nothing I've done has hurt you, in fact I was trying to ensure nothing happened to you and yet you're still angry at me." She paused to steady her breathing, not wanting to get upset in a public space.
"I don't like the thought of you hating me, you're my friend Damon, please don't make me feel like this," she pleaded letting him go.
"Miss Hayden," a women's voice called to her left.
She cleared her throat and turned to the unknown women. "Mrs. Lockwood would like to talk to you." She nodded as the women walked off.
Taking a glance at Damon she felt somewhat at peace knowing he had heard what she wanted to say. Leaving him she went off to find the Mayor.
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A/N: Next part will be up tomorrow and I think it's what we've all been waiting for.
-Amara.