Damon pulled his phone out and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw Elowen's name flash across the screen. He thought she might've been mad at him or something after seeing her last.

"Hello?"

"Damon?"

If it were possible, Damon's eyebrows wrinkled together even further.

"Marisol? How did you figure out how to use a phone?"

"I watched Elowen. I put her to sleep so I could help."

"Help with what?"

"Stefan. I want to help."

"Where are you? I'm on my way."

"Umm…" Marisol looked around at her surroundings. "I don't know. I'm in front of a house."

"Okay, what's it look like?"

After she described it, Damon nodded.

"You're at Caroline's. Sit tight, alright?"

"Okay."

xxxx

Damon found Marisol sitting in the driver's seat of Elowen's car. Caroline must've not been home from school yet. She pressed her hands against the window when she saw him approaching and smiled, then frowned.

"I don't know how to get out. How do I get out?"

Damon smiled endearingly and opened the door. He pointed to the handle.

"You pull this. Here, try it."

He closed the door and watched as Marisol tugged on the handle and opened the door. She smiled again.

"There are a lot of things in this time that did not exist when I was alive. Josiah said this is called a car when he took me to your house last night." She smiled wider when a thought occurred to her. "Will you teach me how to use one? I'd like to learn."

Damon helped her out of the car and closed the door behind her. "Maybe one day. Or maybe you'll just learn from Elowen. That's how you figured out how to use her phone, isn't it?"

Marisol nodded. "Mm-hmm. She's not very happy with me right now."

"Because you put her to sleep?"

"Yes. But, I want to help with Stefan. He's scary and he's hurting people."

Damon sighed and put his hands on her shoulders. "Marisol, I don't think it's safe for you. You could get hurt."

"Because I don't know how to defend myself?"

"Yes."

"I want to learn! Alaric can teach me. Elowen says I can trust him. She also says that Stefan might be easier to put down with me awake versus her."

Damon tilted his head. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm more important to Klaus than she is. At least she thinks so."

"Elowen said she didn't want to help with Stefan. Why is she giving you tips?"

Marisol was silent for a moment as she waited for Elowen's answer. "Um… she said that because I have control, she has no choice but to help."

"What, she can't fight you for control?"

"She's trying, but I'm becoming stronger. It's why my appearances aren't random anymore and why she can wake me up when she wants. I can put myself to sleep and let her have the light if I want to, but I know she won't help with Stefan."

"Look, Marisol, I appreciate it, but maybe you should let Elowen have the light back."

"No! No, I can help! Really, I can! Let me try. I can pretend to be her."

"Your accent will give you away and you still don't know a lot about modern times. Do you even have her memories?"

Marisol nodded. "I can access some of them if I think really hard."

"Tell me, what was the first time Elowen and I met?"

Marisol paused for a moment to think. "The first time you met, you lured her to the house by posing as Josiah. The first time you saw each other was at a place called The Grill. And the first time you kissed was in her bedroom. Did I do good? Did I pass?"

Damon was staring at Marisol in mild disbelief. Damn, she might've been completely clueless, but she knew what she was talking about this time around. Marisol frowned when Damon didn't say anything.

"Damon? Hello?"

Damon blinked. "Okay, what about your accent? Elowen doesn't have an accent."

Marisol thought about it really hard before nodding. "I think I can… maybe use Elowen's voice. Tap into it. Watch." Marisol cleared her throat and opened her mouth again. "How's this? Does this sound better?"

Her accent was indeed gone.

Damon furrowed his eyebrows. "How did you do that?"

"I woke up her voice, but kept the rest of her asleep. It was easy."

One thing was for sure. Marisol was a fast learner. That was one thing in common she shared with Elowen; the ability to adapt. She saw Damon thinking this over and looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Does this mean I can help?"

Damon groaned as he gave in. "Fine. You can help."

Marisol broke out in a wide smile and jumped up and down, then wrapped her arms around Damon. "Thank you! I can do it. I promise."

She pulled back and slowly the smile slipped off of her face as she realized how close she was to Damon. She started to feel nervous again. He made her really, really nervous. Damon noticed this and couldn't stop his eyes from darting down at her lips. He firmly planted his hands on her hips and pushed her away. He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn't Elowen. No matter how different their personalities were, they had the same stubborn spark that had attracted Damon in the first place, except Marisol wasn't fiery and full of attitude, which had also heavily contributed to drawing Damon in. Instead, she was innocent, full of curiosity and very, very childish, but in a good way. She was a breath of fresh air compared to Elowen. Damon knew Elowen knew how to take care of herself, but Marisol obviously didn't, and that made him feel like it was his job to take care of her. After all, she had nobody else.

"Okay, get in the car," Damon instructed. "We have to meet everyone at the school for the bonfire. I'll fill you in on the ride there," he quickly added at Marisol's confused face. She had no idea what a bonfire was.

She nodded and turned back towards the car to get into the driver's seat.

"No, no, the other door. You don't know how to drive yet."

"Oh."

Marisol walked around the front of the car and pulled open the passenger's door and climbed in. Damon shook his head with a smile as he got into the driver's seat and started up the car.

xxxx

"I thought you said you didn't want to help," Elena accused with crossed arms as Marisol and Damon walked into Alaric's classroom. Marisol wouldn't stop showering Damon with questions about the school and what happened there, so he was kind of glad Elena interrupted them. Marisol blinked in confusion at Elena's tone. Slowly, she started to recognize her.

"You. You're the doppelganger. What's your name?"

Elena furrowed her eyebrows and looked to Damon for an explanation.

"Marisol," he supplied. Alaric and Caroline looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Damon," Caroline hissed under her breath. "Why'd you bring her?"

Damon threw his hands up. "I didn't bring her. She brought herself."

Elena took a few tentative steps towards Marisol. "I'm Elena."

"You're really pretty," Marisol blurted suddenly, taking Elena off guard. "Elowen used to be jealous of you."

"She… she what?"

"She doesn't want me telling you, but it's because everyone thought she was a lesser version of you. At least that's how it felt to her."

"And she's… she's not jealous anymore?"

Marisol shook her head. "No."

It didn't appear that Marisol was going to say anything else, so Elena continued talking. "Well, why?"

Marisol shrugged and glanced at Damon. "Because she met people who showed her otherwise."

Damon tried not to smile. He knew she meant him and Stefan.

"Okay!" Caroline clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Let's get this over with."

Elena nodded. "Right. I'll lure Stefan away from the bonfire. Then when he's distracted…"

"I'll shoot him," Alaric finished.

"Caroline, are you covered?" Elena asked.

Caroline nodded. "Yes! I will make sure that the old Forbes' jail cell is prepped and ready."

"We're forgetting a key player here that Elowen already pointed out," Damon spoke up. "You must've just not been listening. Rebekah? Wherever Stefan goes, the blonde ponytail tends to follow."

"Which is why it's your job to keep her away," Elena said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"How?! She's an Original. Last time I checked, we're out of daggers."

Elena shrugged. "So then preoccupy her with your charm."

"You are a really charming person," Marisol commented sincerely without really realizing how awkward that would make everything. Everyone else stared between Marisol and Damon.

"Clearly," Caroline mumbled under her breath. Alaric stepped on her foot to shut her up. Toby and Josiah walked into the room.

"Sorry we're late," Josiah told them. "Finding this one was difficult." He stopped dead when he saw Marisol standing there. She smiled widely at him and waved.

"Hi, Josiah!"

He blinked when he realized this was Marisol. Toby did the same thing. They looked at each other and then everyone else in the room, waiting for some sort of explanation. Nobody gave them one.

"We need you to raid your aunt's vervain supply," Caroline said instead. "Enough to keep Stefan down for awhile."

Before Toby could answer, Marisol was tugging on Damon's sleeve. He looked down at her confusedly as she got on her tiptoes to speak into his ear.

"He won't help. Sired."

Damon furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at her as she returned to her previous position. Sure enough, Toby started shaking his head.

"You can't do that to Stefan."

Caroline shook her head. "Why not?"

"Trust me, dude." Josiah put his hand on Toby's shoulder. "It's in his best interest."

"Yeah, but it's not in Klaus's."

Caroline, Elena and Josiah all looked at each other when Toby said this. Caroline was the one to open her mouth after a beat of silence.

"But, Klaus is the bad guy, Toby. Why are you acting like some freaky, hybrid, slave minion?"

Marisol looked up at Damon with an 'I told you so' look. Damon grimaced. Damn it. Looks like that annoying know-it-all trait was universal. He slowly inched over to Alaric's desk to grab a vervain dart. Alaric watched him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Klaus made me who I am, Caroline," Toby replied. "I owe him everything. Look, I'm just gonna go."

As Toby turned around, Damon sped over behind him and stabbed the vervain dart in his neck. Toby collapsed onto the ground.

"What are you doing?!" Josiah asked as he dropped onto one knee to check on Toby.

"He's been sired," Damon told him.

"He's been what?"

"Sired. He feels loyal to Klaus because Klaus's blood created him."

"Loyal how?" Elena asked.

"He'll seek acceptance from his master," Marisol quietly answered. "All hybrids will be sired to Klaus."

"Even Tyler?"

"Is he a hybrid?"

"Yes."

"Then yes."

"So, how do we fix him?" Josiah questioned as he started to lift Toby up.

Marisol shrugged. "You don't." She turned back to everyone in the room. "So, what do I do? Elena has a role, Alaric has a role, Damon has a role and Caroline has a role. What am I supposed to do?"

Elena, Caroline and Alaric all shared a look, then stared at Damon. He was the reason she was here and it kind of put a damper on their plan. Finally, Elena sighed and opened her mouth.

"You can help me with Stefan. He's here to protect you, too, and if we both act the part, then this'll be easier."

"Okay. What part?"

"Just follow my lead, alright?"

"Okay."

Elena nodded. "Okay then. Are we ready?"

xxxx

"You alright there?" Stefan asked Rebekah as he approached her. She was pouring herself beer from a keg.

"I thought Toby would be here," she mumbled in annoyance.

"You're into Toby now? That's kind of fickle."

"When you're willing to ditch your girlfriend and give me the time of day again, then we'll talk. Until then, a girl has needs."

"You're better off finding another boy to trap, because this one unfortunately seems to be head over heels in love with my girlfriend."

Rebekah scowled slightly. "Does every boy here have feelings for her?"

"Well, no, just the ones you're interested in, it seems. Oh, why don't you try Tyler? There's an idea."

Elena and Marisol arrived and Elena started pouring herself some beer into a red plastic cup. She handed it off to Marisol, who curiosity peeked inside.

Beer, Elowen told her. It's beer. It's not going to taste nice, but you have to act the part.

Elena had just finished pouring herself a cup as well and lifted it to her lips when Stefan spoke.

"Elena, Elowen, hi. What are you doing?"

"We're having fun, Stefan," Marisol quipped. "You have a problem with that?"

"No, but you don't drink."

"Well, then, it looks like you've pushed me to it. Not that you care."

Elena had already drank everything in her cup and went on to pour herself some more. Marisol lifted her own cup and quickly downed the contents without making a face. Elowen was right. This didn't taste very nice.

"Alright, take it easy. Damon told me you're a lightweight."

"Interesting. You think I'm going to let a blood addict tell me how to drink?"

Marisol nudged her head in the opposite direction as Elena finished yet another beer. She nodded and the both of them walked off. When they were far enough away, Elena leaned over to Marisol's ear.

"You're doing great. If I wasn't in on it, I'd think you were her."

Marisol smiled. "That's good, right?"

"Amazing. Come on."

xxxx

After awhile, the taste stopped bothering Marisol. She lost count how many beers she'd drank, but she was starting to feel good. Great, even. She felt like she was floating and she couldn't fathom why Elowen didn't like feeling like this. Nearby, a pair of students were holding up a boy by his legs so he could do a keg stand. Everyone started chanting 'drink, drink, drink', so Elena joined in and so did Marisol, following her lead like she said she would. Right across from them, a few feet away, was Stefan, watching them. He was leaning against a tree with a drink in his hands. Marisol noticed him first. She tapped Elena and gestured towards him. Elena raised her drink and then drank from it. Stefan drank from his cup, too, and Marisol happily followed suit.

Somewhere else, Rebekah was sitting at a campfire, holding a stick that had a marshmallow on it above the fire. Damon came over and sat down next to her.

"What? No friends your own age?" She asked. Damon scoffed.

"Like you can talk."

Rebekah brought the marshmallow she was burning up to her mouth and blew it out. It was completely singed and burnt. She pouted.

"Is this supposed to be fun? I've been through 10 of these."

"No, you're just looking at it all wrong. This is a little rough on the outside," Damon brought his hand up and peeled the burnt outer layer off, "but the inside… yum."

He moved the stick towards her mouth and she ate it while Damon licked his fingers.

"Mm. It's good."

"Yep."

"So, tell me, why aren't you partying with your girlfriend?"

Damon sighed dramatically. "We're on a time out."

"Oh? Do tell."

"It's just this whole… Marisol thing. She thinks she's got in under the control when she clearly doesn't, and I think we should just end it while we're ahead. I mean, one of these days, she'll just be gone, so what's the point?"

"You don't want to get hurt. Hmm."

"Let's just not talk about it. How about another?"

Marisol had gotten separated from Elena a few minutes ago and she was too drunk to really care or notice. Instead, she found herself watching Damon and Rebekah. It might've been the Elowen in her, or Marisol was already really taken with Damon (after all, she did get attached rather quickly), because she felt herself getting jealous. She never got to experience things like that when she was alive because Nik didn't want her talking to the boys in the village. He said that she had to die, so making friends was useless. She only ever knew him, Elijah and Estefani. Stefan came up behind her without her noticing.

"What's that look?"

Marisol jumped slightly and felt her heartbeat pick up. She was still scared of Stefan and she had been fine with Elena around, but now that she was facing him alone, she started feeling frightened again.

"What look?" She forced herself to ask.

"My brother's got his flirt on, and you're jealous. What's he even doing over there anyway?"

"He's mad at me."

"And why is he mad at you?"

"Because of Marisol."

"Hmm. Care to elaborate?"

"I don't believe it's any of your business anymore, Stefan."

"Oh, come on. It's just me."

Marisol sighed. "Well, if you must know, Damon and I were… you know, getting intimate and she appeared in the middle of it," she lied. "That's all."

Stefan laughed. "That's all?"

"Yes," she answered shortly. "He says I can't control it."

"Well, can you?"

"Of course I can!"

Stefan raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, if you say so."

Marisol scowled. "Whatever. I'm out of here." She downed the rest of her drink and left.

xxxx

Marisol still hadn't found Elena, but she somehow managed to find her way back to the high school. She was lying on the bleachers, looking up at the sky. Stefan arrived. It was easier to keep an eye on both her and Elena when they were together, but now that they were separated, he had to pick one. Naturally, he chose Marisol/Elowen.

"Aren't the stars funny?" She asked while slurring her words. "They've been around for thousands of years. So many people have looked up at them the way I am now."

"You're drunk," Stefan stated. "You need to go home."

Marisol crawled up to her feet. "Fine. Um.. let me find my car."

"You're joking, right?"

"Uh-oh. It's the fun police. I thought that ripper Stefan was supposed to be the life of the party."

Stefan suddenly stood up straighter. Marisol's accent had slipped through. She was a bit too drunk to concentrate on using Elowen's voice at this point and hadn't realized she'd done it. Klaus had told Stefan that while Elowen was important, he needed to protect Marisol even harder, which was hard to do when she wasn't present, but right now, it was a piece of cake.

"Marisol?"

Marisol groaned. "No! You weren't supposed to figure it out!" She giggled. "Everyone said I couldn't do it, but I fooled you, didn't I?"

"You mean it's been you this entire time?"

"Yep! I did good, didn't I?"

"Okay, look, I'm driving you home. Come on."

"I don't have a home. Elowen doesn't want to see her mom. How many times do I have to say that?"

Marisol was leaning against the railing now to keep herself upright. Stefan sighed.

"I'll just take you back to the boarding house. It's safe there."

"No, it's not. Damon said so because Rebekah's there."

"Rebekah won't hurt you. Now, let's go."

Stefan turned and started walking down the bleachers when Marisol suddenly hauled herself over the railing. She was giggling loudly to herself when Stefan turned back around.

"What are you, five? Get down."

"You're gonna have to make me because- Ah!" Marisol's hands slipped, but she was able to grab back onto the railing on time. "This is slippery. Will Nik be happy that you let me fall?"

"You're not going to fall because you're going to come down."

"Elowen is telling me to tell you no. She says that-"

"I don't care what Elowen thinks. Just come down."

Marisol stubbornly shook her head. "Why doesn't Elowen like to drink? I feel amazing!" She turned and yelled the last part up at the sky. "She won't tell me. Do you know?"

"If I say yes will you get down here?"

"Nope." Marisol smiled mischievously. "Why don't you just come and get me? I'll let you do whatever you want with me if you do."

"Careful there, sweetheart. Someone might take that the wrong way."

Marisol continued to smile down at him cheekily.

"... Are you trying to flirt with me, or is Elowen telling you to say this?"

"I don't know what flirting is, but Elowen's not telling me anything. She's being really quiet right now." Marisol giggled again. Her hands slipped a second time and Stefan was ready to jump into action, but she regained her hold. "Did I ever tell you that you're really, really good looking? So is Damon." She sighed dreamily. "Elowen is very lucky. Do you think Damon would ever like me the way he likes Elowen, or would that be too weird?"

"Ah. You like Damon."

"I liked you first, but then you got all mean." She pouted. "Why'd you have to go and do that for?"

Stefan sighed and crossed his arms. "Are you ready to come down yet?"

Marisol blew a raspberry and swung back and forth on the railing. Stefan looked down at her footing uneasily. Sure enough, she lost her grip for the third and final time and went falling backwards. She screamed as she went down, except, of course, she never made contact with the ground, as Stefan sped around to the back of the bleachers and caught her. Marisol opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Stefan. The nervous feeling she usually got around Damon started to pool in the bottom of her stomach. Her breathing was heavy from the fall and she was suddenly forgetting why she was scared of Stefan in the first place. Stefan gently set her on the ground. Before Marisol could process the feelings she was feeling, Alaric snuck up behind them and shot Stefan in the back with two vervain darts. Stefan fell over, unconscious. Behind Alaric stood Elena.

"There you are!" Marisol slurred. "You left me."

"I did leave you, I lost you," Elena corrected in annoyance. "There's a difference. Are you okay?"

Marisol nodded. "Yes. Stefan caught me before I fell."

"I saw."

Alaric carefully examined Marisol. "You look, uh, not sober."

"What's that mean?" Marisol asked cluelessly.

"Not drunk."

"I don't know what that means either."

"Nevermind. Let's just get him out of here."

Alaric picked up Stefan and walked over to his car that was in the parking lot. Elena opened up the back and Alaric put him in. Marisol hopped in next to Stefan while Elena got into the passenger's seat. Alaric walked over to the driver's side to open the door, but found that he couldn't. Suddenly, a line of fire appeared and started towards the car. It caught fire easily, prompting Elena and Marisol to start to panic. Elena started helplessly tugging on the car door while Alaric ran over and pulled from the other side.

"Elena! Elena! Open the door!"

"I can't!" Elena yelled back. "It won't open! What the hell?"

Alaric rushed over to another car to try and find something to break the glass with and came back with a lacrosse stick. Marisol was freaking out in the back seat while Ric tried hitting the passenger's side with the stick and Elena tried kicking the windshield. Marisol was banging on the back door, but to no avail. The fire got stronger and, not knowing what else to do, Marisol shook Stefan awake.

"Stefan! Stefan! Please wake up!"

Stefan weakly opened his eyes, saw what was happening and kicked the back door out. Marisol quickly scrambled towards the opening, but turned back and hooked her hands under Stefan's arms and started pulling him out with her. Alaric had tossed aside the lacrosse stick when he saw the trunk door go flying and ran over to help Marisol pull Stefan out. Elena stumbled out next to them and together they quickly rushed away from the burning car just as it exploded.

xxxx

Damon and Marisol were in Damon's bathroom. Marisol was seated on the sink, where she was swinging her feet back and forth, waiting for Damon to treat the burn she had on her chin. He had a tube of cream and a swab to apply it with. She winced slightly when the swab made contact with her skin, but was able to tolerate it nonetheless. It was quiet in the room as Damon did his job.

"Do you want me to bring Elowen back?" She asked quietly. "I'm done helping with Stefan."

"You can if you want," Damon replied offhandedly, instead concentrating on first aid.

Marisol furrowed her eyebrows. "I thought you liked her?"

Damon laughed. "I don't just like her, I love her."

"Then, why don't you want her back?"

"I never said that."

It was quiet again for a few moments before Marisol spoke again.

"So… you didn't mean it? With Rebekah?"

"No. I faked most of that."

"Oh. Me, too."

"Yeah, you did a good job of impersonating Elowen tonight. Stefan believed it."

"I gave myself away, though."

"He only noticed because you slipped up. If you hadn't, he probably wouldn't have even been able to tell the difference for the rest of the night."

Damon finished applying first aid to Marisol and put the tube of cream down. Once again, that nervous feeling came over Elowen as Damon stepped back from being in between Marisol's legs. She gripped onto the edge of the sink and quickly leaned forward to kiss him. Damon, completely caught off guard, grabbed her shoulders and pulled back. He stared at her with wide eyes as Marisol started to panic.

"I'm sorry!" Marisol exclaimed quickly, her anxiety going into overdrive. "It's because I'm not her, isn't it? I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I'll bring her back."

"Marisol, wait! Marisol-"

But it was too late. She'd already closed her eyes and when they opened again, Elowen was sitting in front of him instead.

"If I could, I'd kill her," she said. "Pushing me out of the light as she pleases as if it wasn't my life first."

Damon looked at Elowen, waiting for some sort of reaction from Marisol kissing him. Elowen was shaking her head as she jumped off the sink.

"Oh, and tone down that charm everyone was talking about earlier. She's starting to like you."

"Hey, that's not my fault she tried to kiss me," Damon defended himself.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"So, you're not mad?"

"That she tried to kiss you? No. Marisol's harmless. Besides, I think it would be weird if you cheated on me with… well, me."

"A variation of you."

Elowen rolled her eyes playfully and Damon smiled. He grabbed onto her waist and pulled her in.

"I think I like this you much better."

"Do you now?"

"Mm-hmm."

Damon leaned down and tried to kiss her, but Elowen leaned back before he could. She'd gotten caught up in the moment, but now that she was thinking straight, she pushed him away and stepped back. Damon frowned down at her, but before he could open his mouth, someone cleared their throat. They both looked over and saw Alaric standing at the entrance of the bathroom.

"Hey, Ric," Damon casually greeted, tearing his eyes away from Elowen. "Sorry about the car, man. Bummer."

"Whatever." He turned to Elowen. "Welcome back, kid."

"It's good to be back. What's up?" She asked.

"Well, I know that you're not up to seeing your mom right now and Damon doesn't really want you here for obvious reasons, so I was going to let you stay at my apartment. I haven't sold it yet and most of my stuff is still there."

"Right. You moved in."

"Right. I've already grabbed some clothes for you. I had to use your car to do it, so I hope you don't mind."

Elowen waved him off as she stepped back from Damon even further. "That's fine." She looked back up at Damon. "Guess that's my cue to leave."

Damon gave her a tight lipped smile. "Catch you later, little witch."

"Bye, Damon."

Elowen and Alaric were walking through the hallway towards the front door when Stefan came out of the living room with his arms crossed.

"Well, you got me tonight," he said. "Definitely wasn't expecting that."

"That was the point," Alaric replied.

"Yeah. You know, you can hate it all you want, but Elena and Elowen need me. I'll always protect them. I think you're both better off having me around."

"You of all people should know that I can protect myself, thank you very much," Elowen told him curtly.

"Maybe, but Marisol can't."

"We're working on it."

Elowen nudged Alaric and headed for the door. Ric went ahead when Stefan stopped her.

"Elowen, wait. Marisol could've let me die in that fire tonight. Why didn't she?"

Elowen sighed and turned back around. "Because unfortunately, Stefan, she likes you. She likes Damon, too. You two have a knack for attracting the same girl. She's naive and doesn't know any better. She believes that you can 'become nice again'. Her words, not mine."

"What you're saying is, she thinks that I'll be able to find my humanity again, after everything I've done. She doesn't even know me."

"She thinks she does, and she's not gonna give up."

Stefan stepped closer. "Does she have any idea how pathetic that makes her?"

"On the contrary. It means she has hope, which makes her strong."

Elowen punched Stefan in the stomach, where two stakes from the sleeve Alaric had given Marisol earlier injected themselves. Stefan went down with a groan as Elowen rolled her sleeves up to rip the weapon off of her wrist. She placed it on Alaric's chest. He took it, looked at Stefan, smiled a little, then closed the door behind him.

xxxx

Author's Note: quick note that Marisol having a crush on Damon will be a common theme as her story arc progresses. Try not to get too mad at it lol, she doesn't know any better.