I do not own The Vampire Diaries. That is the property of author L.J Smith. I do own however, my OC Grace and this story.
It was brought to my attention by a helpful reviewer (Sciave) that he or she felt Damon was indecisive when it came to choosing sides and thus appears as a traitor. I felt so too, but I'm not changing the previous chapter to fix this. So instead, I'll fix it in this chapter. So thanks, Sciave! If you are reading this, your constructive criticism was most appreciative! :D
This chapter will also begin a crossover briefly with the 1987 vampire movie The Lost Boys. Which I also do not own. The movie is owned by late director Josh Schumacher. I was mostly inspired by re-watching the movie again, listening to the song 'Cry Little Sister' by songwriter Gerard McMahon, reading Lost Boys Fanfiction, and learning that Kiefer Sutherland is British-Canadian. Please note that I am ignoring that the movie is set in 1987, and instead setting it in 2012 which The Vampire Diaries season four was released.
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Enjoy x
CRY LITTLE SISTER
"Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall). Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die). Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear). Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill)." ~Gerard McMahon: 'Cry Little Sister (Theme From 'The Lost Boys')' (The Lost Boys: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack [1987])
Storage Units
Night
(Damon P.O.V)
Welp, that's it. End of the line.
Klaus is dead, and in about an hour or so; Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Tyler, Abby and I will be too. Fan-fucking-tastic. From what Stef told me about what happened to Sage after they killed off her suicidal, mama's boy boyfriend, our deaths are not gonna be pretty. So not how I thought I was gonna go; but then again, I suppose this second death is probably gonna be worse than my first one. Getting shot in the back and bleeding out wasn't exactly a riot, but I'd take it over vomiting and leaking blood from my nose, until I snuffed it.
I glanced over at the old sofa where I had lain Grace after she passed out from grief. She looked peaceful, but looks could be deceiving. But from where I was standing and from what I could hear, nothing seemed askew, so I wondered back over and took a seat against the doorframe and pulled free my phone. Time to call Stefan; say our last goodbyes.
"Damon." Stefan picked up on the first ring, and I grimaced trying to think of a graceful way of braking it to him that we were all screwed.
Fuck it, I'll just dive right in.
"Bad news, brother. Alaric staked Klaus. He's dead." I said bluntly, glancing over at Grace as I reported this, and felt guilty. Not for the first time, I didn't like the feeling and mostly resented her for it. Things were so much easier when I only depended and focused on myself instead of others.
"I feel okay, do you feel anything?" Stefan responded after a few minutes, and I felt hope. Maybe Klaus was talking bullshit that he was the originator of our bloodline.
"No."
"It took Sage about an hour before she got sick." Stefan felt the need to remind me, and I rolled my eyes. Yeah, don't remind me…
"Or Klaus was lying about being the sire of our bloodline." I pointed out dryly. But odds are, the bastard was not bluffing. I glared resentfully at the closed casket that contained that smug asshole, that I shoved back in here for safe keeping with Grace and me.
"Well, if he wasn't lying, an hour is not enough time to get you all the way back to Mystic Falls." Stefan pointed out the obvious.
"For us to have our epic goodbye, Stefan?" I mocked sarcastically.
"Not us, brother. You and Elena." Stefan reminded me, and I scoffed.
"What about Elena? She's all yours bro, and even if I was interested, which I'm not. A) I'm already taken, and B) she looks like Katherine and I'd have a hard time not killing her every time I looked at her." I retorted. "Guess you'll just have to say goodbye for the both of us, won't you?" I pointed out, snidely. "Call me if you cough up a lung." I hung up and shoved my phone back in my pocket just as Grace suddenly stirred.
Grace P.O.V
"Call me if you cough up a lung." I heard Damon's voice say as though from faraway, and I frowned in confusion. I was lying on something that smelt musky and old, kind of like moth balls, but also soft and extremely comfortable. I cracked open an eye and saw Damon glancing in my direction looking morose and solemn, but also concerned as well. He immediately blurs to my side and crouches down in front of me.
"Hey baby girl, how you feeling?" Damon asks me, gently smoothing back my hair behind my ear. It didn't really register with me where we were, until I spotted a black coffin idling nearby, and it all came rushing back.
"Did I dream it?" I asked, feeling vulnerable. Damon turned to look over at where I was staring and openly winced before responding.
"No, you didn't. He's gone … unfortunately." He said, and I sat up with some help from Damon. I put my face into my hands, relaxing a little when I felt Damon's hand rubbing my back in a gesture of comfort.
"What are we gonna do now?" I whispered, hoarsely. Damon's hand stopped and pulled back, causing me to look up at him in confusion. "What?" I asked, and watched my friend reach into his jacket pocket for something. I frowned when he placed the car keys to his beloved Camaro into my hand and curled my fingers around them. I hated the feeling of finality that gesture gave me when he did this. "You're giving me your car keys? Why?" I demanded, furrowing my brow deeper when Damon looked saddened.
"I won't need them." He explained, sadly.
"So how will you get home then?" I asked, not getting it. Damon let out a patient sigh.
"In an hour, you'll understand." Damon explained cryptically before taking a seat beside me on the old couch and slumping in an almost defeated way.
"An hour?" I parroted, then took another glance at the coffin and back at Damon who had closed his eyes tiredly, trying to work it out. Then I thought back to the first thing I heard Damon saying to someone on the phone, and my eyes widened in horror.
"Call me if you cough up a lung." And it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I am such an idiot.
Immediately, I clambered onto a startled Damon's lap and hugged him around the neck like my life depended on it.
"Oh, God! I can't lose you too!" I mumbled into Damon's shirt and felt him wrap his arms around my waist, kissing my temple soothingly and gently rocking us from side to side.
"I'm afraid neither of us can prevent this, sweetheart." Damon pointed out, and I heard the wetness in his voice; indicating to me that he was crying at the thought of dying also. "But know that I'll be watching over you and Rebekah on the other side." He promised, and I let out a croaky chuckle as tears started leaking from my eyes once again.
"I'll stay with you until the last minute." I promised, and I heard Damon chuckle affectionately.
"Nice to know that those tears are actually being shed just for me. Does wonders for the ego." He joked and I rolled my eyes at Damon's strange sense of humour.
A few minutes later, both Damon and I had just about dozed off when his phone suddenly starts ringing in his pocket.
"Who the hell is that?" I mumbled grumpily as Damon groped around his pocket to silence the bloody thing. He tugs it free and glances at caller ID. "Who is it?" I asked, sitting up a little when I noticed the astonished expression on his face.
"Elena." He mumbled, accepting the call and easily sliding into his sarcastic persona as I bristled angrily. "Let me guess. Calling to see if the Grim Reaper's paid a visit?" Damon answered the phone call, and I slide off Damon's lap and grit my teeth, glaring holes into the walls.
Was there not a single moment that I could have that she has to intrude and ruin everything? Damon places his hand back on my back, and starts rubbing it soothingly, probably sensing my angst at this moment.
"How are you feeling? Are there any symptoms?" I heard Elena's raspy voice and I glance at Damon questioningly, wondering why their conversation was on loudspeaker. He shrugged at me.
"Not yet," He said. "But I'm sure we'll have a laugh when we find out that Klaus is a big, fat liar." Damon added, and I scowl at him, unamused. We both raise an eyebrow when we hear Elena's rather forced laugh.
"Yeah, I'm – I'm sure we will." She responded.
"Is that it? Because you're kinda encroaching on my final hours with Grace right about now." Damon pointed out, and I looked at him, appalled, because even that was a bit rude despite our mutual dislike of the girl.
"Grace? What the hell is she doing down there with you?" She demanded, sounding a little annoyed.
"You're seriously asking that question?" Damon replied, flatly. "She came down with Rebekah to make an attempt to rescue Klaus." He explained, flatly.
"And you didn't try to stop them?" Elena accused, and I felt Damon bristle in anger.
"Okay. First of all, the whole point of sending Alaric on a wild goose chase, and coming down here to head him off was so we could save Klaus; so we could prevent your precious Stefan, not to mention yours truly from joining him." Damon retorted, snidely. "Ipso facto; we failed. Secondly, I was never gonna stop them, because if you recall, Elena; I was always on their side."
"But you don't even like Klaus. Why would you side with him? He killed me, and turned Jenna into a vampire, remember?" Elena yelled, sounding furious.
"All valid points." Damon conceded.
"So why then?" Elena demanded.
"Primarily, because of Grace." I sat up and looked at Damon in surprise. He locked his baby blues onto my dark brown ones, and smiled sincerely as he continued his explanation to Elena. "Because she's my best friend. She's not an out and out bitch unless she needs to be, and she's not judgey." Damon replied, matter of fact. I smiled at him, touched by the honesty and sincerity, which was rare in Damon's case, considering the person he was. "She was the first person to accept me for who I am, and didn't try to change me, and called me out on my bullshit, which if you recall was a lot." Footsteps approaching us caused Damon and I to look over and we both froze in horror when Alaric came into view.
He looked pissed.
"Hang up, Damon." I suggested urgently, as I hopped up off the sofa and got to my feet, stepping around and using the sofa as a barrier between myself and Alaric. Damon nodded in agreement and slowly stood up as well, not taking his eyes off Alaric.
"Well, it was nice talkin' with you, Elena. See ya real soon. Goodbye." He hung up before Elena could respond, and immediately addressed Alaric. "I see you're still pissed. I take it my girlfriend gave you the slip." Damon guessed, rhetorically. Alaric didn't respond, choosing instead to rush towards him and belted him in the face with his fist.
"Damon!" I screamed, then gulped when Alaric turned his attention on me. I frowned defiantly and slowly reached for my machete, despite knowing that I'd have a slim to no chance of getting away from our former friend.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Alaric warned me, threateningly. "I can break your arm in seconds before you could even draw that weapon." He stated, and I stopped going for my weapon. Next thing I knew, a black blur rugby tackles Alaric out of the way.
"Touch her, and you're finished, pal." Damon warns protectively, and in the next few minutes becomes a human punching bag, while I stand off to the side behind the sofa feeling both helpless and useless, which I really hate. I felt every blow that Alaric laid on poor Damon and pretty soon, blood was running down my best friend's face. Alaric throws Damon to the ground, and I panicked when he just stays there.
"Oh, shit…" I fretted, worried about him. Alaric looks down at him with disgust.
"You're not gonna fight back?" He taunts him, and Damon looks up at him, spitting a glob of blood from his mouth onto the ground.
"You're kind of invincible, Ric." Damon pointed out, and Alaric glares at him.
"Don't call me that." He spits, kicking him in the face. "We're not friends." Damon coughs and groans in pain as he struggles to get to his feet.
"We were."
"Well, our friendship was part of the problem." Alaric stated, cruelly. "It's what kept me weak. It's also why it took so long for the real me to break through." He walks over to Damon, who eyes him warily. "And now, I'm gonna break you." Alaric once again decks Damon in the face and knocks him backwards.
"Stop it! Leave him alone!" I yelled, feeling both anxious and furious. Alaric momentarily turns his attention away from Damon and focuses on me. His brown eyes promising me a world of pain that made me shudder in fear.
"Stay out of this. Once I've dealt with him, you're next." He promises me and Damon immediately staggers to his feet.
"Over my dead body." He states darkly, wheezing a little from the powerful blows Alaric had been dealing him. Alaric shrugs, unfazed by the hidden warning in Damon's tone.
"That's kinda the whole point, don't cha think?" He retorts, before advancing on him and knocking him to the ground once more. I silently hoped that he'd stay down this time.
"Is that all you got?" Damon challenged him, and I wanted to groan in frustration.
Don't egg on the psycho killer, Damon! I mentally yelled at him, as Alaric smirked maliciously.
"Not quite." He replies, and I decide enough is enough.
"Fuck this!" I growl, and tug free my machete from the confines of Nik's jacket and advanced towards the duo to lend Damon some assistance. I was done with the standing on the sidelines thing.
"No, Grace! Get back!" Damon urged frantically, but I ignored him and ducked a kick that Alaric aimed at me. I returned the move and kicked him in the chest, swearing when it felt like kicking a brick wall. I tried again and this time Alaric caught my leg, and I felt like a deer caught-in-headlights, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Shit…" I muttered. He threw me to the ground and I landed hard with a pained grunt, thankfully not breaking anything like before, just as Damon steals back Alaric's attention and whales on him before he could hurt me. Damon manages to grab Alaric's wrist, causing the stake to fall out of his hand and clatter on the concrete floor.
Alaric suddenly frowns, "What's happening?" Damon and I looked at him in confusion before it dawned on the both of us what must have happened.
"Oh no." Damon exclaimed.
"What's happening!?" Alaric demands again, falling to his knees. Damon and I scramble to his side, with Damon catching him and cradling him in his arms.
"Oh, God." I cried out in horror, then looked at Damon in panic. "I think he's dying!" I guessed. We watched as Alaric starts to desiccate, much like Nik. Only this time, we knew that there was no chance that he could be revived. Tears start to form in Damon's eyes and he shakes Alaric's body as Alaric finally dies.
"No. No, no, no, no. Ric, Ric! You are not dead. You are not dead!" Damon pleaded, in denial. I sit back on my heels, lowering my head in defeat as Damon breaks down crying, and to be honest, I wasn't much better myself. My phone suddenly vibrates and I pull it impatiently out of my pocket and glance down at caller ID.
"Not a good time, Jeremy." I bit out, debating whether I should comfort Damon or not; since I knew he didn't take kindly to being comforted, because it meant that he was vulnerable.
"What do you mean it's not a good time!? I just saw Alaric standing in my hallway." Jeremy sounded a bit hysterical, and I almost dropped my phone out of shock. Damon's head shot up, having obviously overheard Jeremy on my phone. I bit my bottom lip, unsure how to deal with this delicately.
"Jeremy, um…"
"But that shouldn't be possible, because last I heard he was hunting down Klaus." Jeremy now sounded accusing and I winced openly.
"What exactly happened when you saw him?" I asked him, cautiously.
"He said that he was there to say goodbye, and that he'd always be there to take care of me. That he promised that I wouldn't be alone." Jeremy's voice wobbled, which meant that he was close to tears.
"Jeremy, Alaric's—"
"A ghost? Yeah, kinda worked that part out for myself. Which means, something's happened to Elena." Jeremy's voice was small, making him sound younger than he really was. "What the hell happened?" He demanded. I glanced at Damon, who had gently laid Alaric's body on the ground and gotten to his feet, looking determined.
"I dunno." I admitted, truthfully. "But Damon and I are gonna find out." I promised. "Just hang in there." I instructed the grief-stricken teen gently before hanging up.
"C'mon!" I grunted at Damon, as I walked back over to Nik's coffin and started pushing and heaving the damn thing back outside the roller doors. Damon looked at me, like I was crazy.
"And you're doing that because…?" He queried, coming over to my side and laying a hand on the closed lid, but not helping me to shift it. I gave him a hard glare.
"You think I'm just gonna leave Nik's body here for some random vamp or somebody with a grudge to find him?" I answered, panting a little from exertion. "It's only fair that his brothers and sister have the right to bury him properly." I added. Damon rolled his eyes, but nevertheless helped me.
"So, we're taking him back to the mansion?" He questioned.
"I should think that would be obvious, Damon. Now enough with the questions and help me. This thing is heavy." I grunted.
"Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist." Damon snarked as we once again pushed, pulled and wrestled Nik's coffin through the warehouse and outside to Rebekah's abandoned truck which was still idling outside. I gave Damon a sideways glance.
"You know, it's funny. You reminded me a little of my brother." I commented, questioning absently why this suddenly occurred to me right now of all times. Damon raised an eyebrow at my random comment, and I didn't blame him.
"Which brother?" He asked, looking displeased at the very idea.
"Not Nik's brothers. My older brother." I reluctantly explained, almost wishing I could take it back. He glances at me.
"You have a brother?" I nodded. "Why mention him now?" Damon asked, looking surprised.
"Beats the hell outta me." I replied. "I haven't seen or thought about him for nearly ten-years. Ever since he had a falling out with our overprotective parents, and I was forbidden to see or even talk about him since." I explained, as I opened the roller door to the truck and stepped aside so Damon could wheel the coffin into the loading dock.
"How do I remind you of him?" Damon looked interested, probably because the topic was helping to distract us from Alaric's death. However momentary it would be.
"It was just what you said before about 'getting my panties in a twist'. When I was a kid and I spotted him flirting with some girls, he'd use that line on them if they didn't like what he said." I said, smiling a little nostalgically. "Used to annoy him when he realised I was spying on him."
Damon grinned, "So the eavesdropping bad habit you've got isn't something you've recently developed, huh? You've been doing it your whole life." I smirked slyly at him.
"Something like that." I confirmed. "I swear I'm working on it." I joked half-heartedly. It then dawned on me after we finished sliding the coffin into the back of the truck that my sister still had the keys. "Damn!" I cursed.
"What's wrong now?" Damon groaned.
"Bekah's got the keys." I explained, frustrated. "I don't know how to hotwire…" I trailed off when Damon smoothly brushed past me with a roll of his eyes and wrenched open the driver's side door.
"Let me." I watched him incredulously as he expertly cracked open the ignition and folded together some wires. Damon stepped back and gestured impatiently for me to get into the truck.
"I don't know why I'm surprised that you know how to do that." I commented, and Damon shrugged carelessly.
"You're welcome." He drawled, heading over to his Camaro. "I'll meet you at the hospital." Damon instructs me and tears out of the place before I could say another word. I scowled at the fading red taillights before getting in and shutting the door firmly.
"Definitely like David…" I muttered to myself and followed Damon.
Mikaelson Mansion
Night
I had just pulled up to the mansion gates, when Rebekah and Elijah suddenly blurred up from out of nowhere, looking at me in a bewilderment.
"Grace? What are you doing here in my truck?" Rebekah asked after opening the driver's side door and frowning at me. "Did Damon abandon you at the storage units?" She demanded looking annoyed. I jumped down from the seat and strode determinedly towards the back.
"Not at all." I replied flatly. "I think he was a bit preoccupied with the knowledge that he was gonna die shortly after Alaric staked Nik." Both Elijah and Rebekah flinched, and I almost felt bad for reminding them. "Which by the way, his untimely demise hasn't happened yet." I unlocked the double doors and swung them open, revealing Nik's coffin. I hopped into the back and stood reverently beside it with my hand on top of the lid. "So either Nik was lying about being the originator of that bloodline, or something or somebody has seriously screwed up."
Elijah and Rebekah joined me inside the truck, staring sadly at the coffin that held their brother within.
"Well, at least you managed to bring Niklaus back." Elijah pointed out the obvious. I reached for the latch holding the lid closed and released it, pushing it open and revealing Nik's very badly burnt body. The pain and loss immediately came rushing back at the sight, but I stubbornly forced it back down. Both Rebekah and Elijah came to stand beside and behind me, casting their sad eyes down on Nik as well.
"It was the right thing to do." I stated simply. "I'm so sorry, Nik." I whispered, before leaning down and kissing him on the forehead. I took a step back from the coffin and moved to the entrance. "I'll leave you to it. I need to investigate something at the hospital." I reported and Elijah frowned at me.
"Investigate what?" He asked, as I noticed Rebekah suddenly stiffen at the mention of the hospital. But I chose not to comment.
"While Damon and I were waiting for him to die, Alaric unexpectedly paid us a visit after failing to track down and take down Rebekah." I explained, hopping down from the truck and followed swiftly by Elijah. Rebekah didn't follow. "He started beating up Damon, and just as he was about to finish him off, he started shaking like he was having a fit. A few minutes later he was dead." I said, feeling just as perplexed as I did when I first witnessed the freaky phenomena.
"How unfortunate." Elijah stated, gravely.
"Quite." I agreed, still eying Rebekah suspiciously. "But it also means that something has happened to Elena, which is what Damon and I need to confirm." I told Elijah who looked surprised by this.
"How do you know Miss Gilbert is involved?" He demanded, looking alert.
"Nik figured it out when he decided to drain her of ALL her blood." I replied causing Elijah to scowl in disapproval of his brother's actions. "Plus, Elena kinda told us this herself, when she tried to slit her own throat back at the high school." I added. Elijah nodded stiffly, looking over it all.
"You'd better get going if you're going to get to the hospital for your investigation." Elijah reminded me and I nodded, and headed towards the mansion to retrieve my car and head off to the hospital. But then I paused, and turned to look back at Elijah who inclined his head, questioningly.
"What are you going to do with Nik?" I asked.
Elijah sighed, "We'll keep him here in the mansion for the time being until we can figure out why Niklaus's bloodline did not die with him." He replied, and I frowned in confusion.
"Why should that matter? Isn't it a good thing?" I questioned. Elijah maintained the grave expression on his face as he responded.
"It matters, my dear, because we are all very certain that Klaus was the originator of the bloodline that should've killed the Salvatores, Katerina, Miss Forbes, Abby Bennett and Mister Lockwood when he was slain." He stated, firmly. "And I would like to know why."
Mystic Falls Hospital
Night
It occurred to me halfway into town that I still had Damon's car keys on me. I cringed, hoping and praying that he didn't have to hotwire his own car to get to the hospital. The repair bill would probably be outrageous. So, for the remainder of the trip, the keys in my pocket felt like a red-hot poker burning a hole in Nik's pocket.
I got to the hospital in record time and practically sprinted into the nearly deserted hallway, ignoring the stern looks the nurses, orderlies and a handful of doctors in scrubs were throwing at me for running in the hospital. Damon already had a head start on me and I knew that he wasn't really in the greatest of moods, since he had just lost one of his best friends and drinking buddy, and I was probably one of only a few people who could keep him calm and avoid his caustic temper.
"Excuse me." I skidded to a halt, with my shoes making a high-pitched squeaking noise on the slightly scuffed white linoleum. "Please don't run in the hallways, patients are trying to sleep." I blinked sheepishly at the doctor who was reprimanding me before I realised exactly who she was: Alaric's girlfriend; Meredith Fell. Feeling mortified, I coughed to clear my throat.
"Sorry about that. I was just looking for Damon Salvatore. He said to meet him here." I explained, and Meredith's stern face immediately cleared and looked nervous all of a sudden. I was about to question her on the abrupt change in her mood when we were immediately interrupted.
"Seek and you shall find." Meredith and I turned and saw a blank faced Damon striding towards us, like a man on a mission. "Where is she?" He demanded to Meredith, momentarily ignoring me. The doctor hesitated, causing both Damon and I to frown. "C'mon." Damon takes my hand and takes off down the corridor, pulling me along with him. I almost had to jog to keep up with him. Meredith rushes after us, almost frantic.
"No, Damon, wait." She urges, and Damon spins round and gets in her face.
"Where is she!?" He almost snarls impatiently. I wince in pain when Damon squeezes my hand in his impatience, and I have to practically pry open his hand to remove it. When Meredith hesitates once again to answer, Damon huffs in frustration and turns to leave once again, but this time Meredith grabs and stops him.
"You need to know, when Jeremy brought Elena in, her injuries were worse than I let on." She explains to Damon, while I blinked at both of them in confusion. This must have been when Elena was rushed to hospital two days ago when I was in mourning for Nik after he had been desiccated. "It wasn't a concussion, it was a cerebral haemorrhage, bleeding of the brain." Meredith explained.
I was shocked and sympathetic. I wouldn't wish that condition on even my worst enemy. But one look at Damon's horrified face, told me that that I didn't know the entire story. I had never seen a vampire become as pale as Damon did, and he was a walking, talking reanimated corpse with no blood circulating through his body.
"What are you saying?" Damon demanded.
"What's wrong?" I piped up, but once again I was ignored by both of them. Meredith started fretting, nervous as all hell, but determined to get what she had to say out regardless of Damon's reaction.
"He was so worried, I didn't want to tell him, but I – I helped her." She explained. Helped her? I thought quizzically. "She needed my help."
Damon's eyes narrowed dangerously, "You what?" He seethed, and both Meredith and I took an uncertain step away from him. She went to tell him exactly how she helped Elena, but Damon apparently needed no more explanations. "You mean, you pumped Elena full of blood you blood jacked from me into her system!?"
"What?" I whispered, disbelieving. Meredith didn't bother denying what Damon said, which caused him in the next second to turn and quickly storm off in the direction of the morgue where we both knew he'd find a reanimated, confused Elena. "Are you saying that Elena is quite possibly in transition right now?" I whisper-shouted at Meredith who looked guilty. I let out an infuriated groan before turning in the opposite direction of where Damon stormed off in, and walked off.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Meredith called after me, and I stopped and turned to her.
"Home. I am so over this entire freaking day, and I don't need anymore bloody headaches to add to it." I replied, and kept walking. "Tell Damon, I've gone back to the mansion." I instructed to a mystified Meredith.
Mikaelson Mansion
Night
A vacation. That's what I need; desperately… I thought sluggishly as I drove myself back to the mansion, intending on answering the siren call of Nik's large, very comfortable bed and drift off into a well-deserved slumber. Although, I knew very well that there was no way Elijah, Kol, Rebekah or even Damon would let me go anywhere without some sort of protection, especially since Alaric ratted us out to the Town Council as a final 'screw you' gesture before his untimely demise, and painted large targets on our backs.
And normally, I'd bitch and complain that I didn't need any bloody protection, as I had been protecting myself long before I reunited with my beloved Viking family and struck up a tumultuous, but strong friendship with Damon. But I wanted some companionship when I went on this short 'vacation', so I was hoping one of them would come to the party. Kill two birds with one stone as one would say.
I had just barely stepped through the front door when I was ambushed by Rebekah almost immediately.
"Back so soon?" She queried, haughtily.
"Yep." I replied dully, and started walking towards the staircase, with my sister dogging my footsteps.
"And?" She prodded impatiently and I let out a heavy sigh before turning to face her. Rebekah looked slightly taken aback by the sour expression on my face.
"And … we've now got a newborn vampire to deal with. One who tends to be precious and expects everything but the kitchen sink at her disposal." I confirmed before turning and stomping my way up the staircase. "It's not like we already have enough to deal with at the moment." I muttered, underneath my breath.
"Elena's a vampire now? How disappointing." Elijah piped up from the direction of his bedroom, and I paused in the process of walking into Nik's.
"Not the word I would have used, brother. Thanks to Meredith Fell, we're all gonna suffer the consequences for her actions." I bitched, and Elijah scowled at me.
"I don't think you're being entirely fair, Grace. It was not just the work of the lovely doctor that caused all this to come about." He explained. I turned and looked at Elijah, suspiciously.
"What do you mean?"
"You have Rebekah to thank for Elena's transition also." Elijah explained, looking annoyed by his sister's actions. I groaned and let my head thud against the wooden door. "She caused the accident that sent Elena and her friend, Matt into the river this evening."
"Why, Rebekah!" I moaned, unhappily.
"Grief, I suspect. It can make you react in all sorts of ways, and unfortunately, our family doesn't take the deaths of family members lightly; if you recall?" Elijah reminded me.
"Vividly." I said, remembering their reactions to Henrik's death by werewolf mauling. "I definitely need to get away for a while." I stated.
"Away? You want to leave us?" Elijah looked alarmed.
"Relax, Elijah." I insisted, tiredly. "It wouldn't be permanent, just a week so I can deal with our recent losses and come to terms with it in my own way." I reassured him. "If I don't distract myself for a while, it won't end well. I'll even take somebody with me to give you all peace of mind." I said, trying to calm my brother. Elijah seemed to hesitate, but after studying my pleading face for a few minutes, he eventually nodded.
"If you feel that this is what you need to do, dear. Then I won't stop you. In fact I will help you." Elijah agreed. I sagged in relief and smiled at him appreciatively. "Who were you thinking of taking along as a companion on this trip?" He asked.
"Damon." I replied, promptly. Elijah's stoic face immediately darkened. "Before you object, I think he needs this as much as I do." I explained before Elijah could open his mouth. "Rebekah's revenge tactic had more than one consequence. Apart from triggering Elena's transition, her death caused the death of Alaric, since your mother had linked the both of them together." I stated. Elijah's face softened a little.
"I'm deeply sorry to hear this. But still, Grace, is he the wisest choice to take along with you on your trip?" He asked, and I smiled at him.
"He makes me laugh, and he wouldn't let anything happen to me. Mostly because he knows you'd have his guts for garters if the worst should happen." I responded, then smirked a little. "Besides, what's life without a little mischief?" I grinned, and Elijah rolled his eyes fondly.
"Just be careful. We don't want you to die on us again, love. The first time was enough." He reminded me, and I walked over and hugged him.
"Cross my heart." I promised, then yawned. Elijah chuckled and walked me back over to Nik's bedroom, half-holding me up and half-escorting.
"Get some sleep, Grace. You look dead on your feet." He observed and I made a face.
"Charming." I retorted. "Goodnight, Elijah." I opened the bedroom door and slipped inside, closing it firmly behind me before I let out a relieved sigh.
I glanced over at the fire crackling away in the fireplace; the only source of light in the room and the main source of heat, before walking over to it and sitting in front of the comforting warmth. As I took off my shoes and carelessly tossed them aside to put away later on, I couldn't help but remember the last time I chose to sit in front of the fire. It had been when I cuddled up contentedly with Nik, and suddenly tears welled up in my eyes. I hugged my knees to my chest and curled up into the foetal position. The fire was the very last thing I remember seeing before sleep claimed me.
Grace's Dreamscape
I opened my eyes and found myself sitting in the middle of nowhere surrounded by pea soup fog, and questioning how the hell I had gotten here.
"Hello?" I called out, hoping that there was somebody nearby who could help puzzle out this strange situation. "Is anybody there? Where the hell am I?" I yelled out, getting to my feet and glancing about cautiously. I was feeling extremely exposed and my anxiety was reaching new heights, but it was also a good thing, as it kicked in the fight or flight response … especially because I was in an unknown place where anything can happen.
"Okay, seriously now! This isn't funny. Somebody tell me what's going on, right now!" I urged, feeling annoyed. An amused chuckle echoed all around me like I was traveling down a cavernous cave, and I immediately frowned. I didn't see anything amusing about any of this.
"Still as feisty and impatient as ever." A very familiar voice responds from behind me and I froze in disbelief. Slowly, I turned towards the voice, and sure enough there was Nik leaning casually against the silhouette of what looked like a tree in the thick of the fog, looking like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
"Nik…" I mumble, still in shock.
He offered me a radiant smile, as he takes me in from head to toe admiringly. "Hello, sweetheart. Miss me?" Nik asks me, and instead of joy and relief to see him 'alive' – as such – all I felt was anger and hurt. I stormed over to him, and Nik stood away from the tree with his arms spread wide; obviously expecting me to hug him within an inch of his life. He was obviously not expecting the real reaction I had for him.
"You complete arse, Niklaus Mikaelson!" I snarled at him, giving him a good shove away, that caught him off guard and actually made him stumble a little. "I watch you die, right before my eyes; fearing that I'd never see you again. And all you have to say about that is 'Hello, sweetheart. Miss me?'" I ranted exasperatedly.
"Um, yeah?" Nik responded, bewildered by my reaction.
"Arrgh!" I yelled, turning and stomping off.
"If we're being technical, love, I didn't actually die." Nik felt the need to point out, striding after me and I threw him a sarcastic look.
"No kidding." I spat, stopping to gesture around the foggy wilderness we were standing in. "This was where we'd meet up whenever I was asleep or seriously hurt to the point of unconsciousness. Back before I remembered what you looked like without a blurred face." I stated. He frowned at me in disapproval.
"There's no need for the insolence, Grace." Nik rebuked me, and grabbed me by the shoulders to turn me around to look him in the eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do, Nik! I thought I bloody well lost not only you, but also Damon, Caroline and Stefan for God's sake!" I ranted, desperately. "I had only just gotten you back into my life, and then you go and abandon me!"
"Getting stabbed in the chest with that white oak stake, wasn't exactly my idea, darling. I was virtually paralysed, I couldn't bloody move!" Nik retorted, getting annoyed with me.
"And whose fault was that I wonder?" I shot back. "If you hadn't spirited away Elena to drain her completely of her blood, Stefan and Tyler wouldn't have desiccated you, and you would've been able to fight back when Alaric came along to finish you off!"
I suddenly felt the wind rushing by me, and I grunted when my back hit something hard with an earthy scent. I also found my arms suspended above my head, pinned down by a large, powerful warm hand. I realised that in my anger, I had pushed Nik's tolerance a little too far and he retaliated by blurring me to a nearby tree and was pinning me to it with his whole body. I stiffened out of fear when I could feel Nik's warm breath tickling my ear, and the slightly venomous tone in his voice when he spoke.
"I only did what I thought was the most humane thing to do, in order of eliminating Alaric." Nik whispered into my ear in a low, slightly frosty voice that made me shudder, but not out of delight. "It was obvious that Mother had made Alaric impossible to kill, and Elena – naively, or not – gave us the solution to our problem when she revealed that her death would also kill him." Nik explained, and I swallowed the hard lump in my throat before responding.
"Well, you'll be happy to know, Rebekah finished the job for you. She caused Matt to drive the truck he was driving with Elena in the passenger seat off Wickery Bridge. She drowned." I told him, and Nik took a step back from me, releasing me from the tree and looking stunned.
"Rebekah did what?" He muttered.
"She caused Elena's death." I translated, and Nik immediately looked angry.
"And why pray tell would that make me happy?" He asked, and I sighed heavily; knowing the reason why Nik was angry. I sank down on the ground between two large tree roots and pulled my knees into my chest as I got myself comfortable.
"I believe Rebekah did that out of revenge and grief." I explained. "It was to avenge you. Or so Elijah told me." I said, mentally sorting through my head what place to temporarily relocate to for my mini vacation when I finally awoke.
"I see." Nik said, quietly.
"It was all for naught, unfortunately. Turns out that Elena had been injured rather seriously that day when Stefan and Tyler rescued her from you, and she was fed vampire blood intravenously." I said, glumly.
Nik looked at me with surprise, "You mean…"
"Yep. Elena's currently in transition." I confirmed. Then Nik had the most baffling and unexpected reaction ever: he started laughing.
"That's just brilliant." He declared, grinning from ear to ear.
"How exactly is that funny? You're gonna be stuck with her for the rest of eternity." I pointed out, not getting the joke.
"I think you mean 'we' are going to be stuck with her for the rest of eternity, love." Nik corrected me. "But I digress, I couldn't think of a more brilliant punishment if I tried." Nik stated.
I frowned, "Not sure if I follow."
"Elena Gilbert has never wanted to become a vampire. It was obvious the first time I ever met her. Shows how much she truly cares about her beloved Stefan, doesn't it?" Nik continued chortling.
"But I still don't understand why you find the fact that Elena becoming a vampire so funny. You do realise that you no longer have her doppelgänger blood to create more hybrids, right?" I pointed out, and Nik waved a dismissive hand.
"Eh, I'll get over it. I still have plenty of blood from when I almost drained her." Nik reassured me. "I'll store it in a safe place … once I figure out how to get back into my own body." He said, frowning exasperatedly.
"Get back into your body?" I stood up from the ground. "Where are you exactly?" I asked, starting to become hopeful. However, Nik shook his head at me, looking remorseful.
"Nope. Sorry, love. I can't tell you that." He said, apologetically. I frowned.
"Why not?" I demanded, and Nik sighed heavily.
"I made a deal of sorts with a witch, who promised to transfer me into another body if I was at risk of being killed." Nik explained, and I immediately understood.
"You mean what Maddox did to Alaric when you first came to Mystic Falls to break the Hybrid Curse?" I guessed.
"Something like that." Nik shrugged. I nodded, and hugged myself against a sudden chill that blew passed us. Nik noticed this and came over to me. "I promise I will come back to you, as soon as I can." He said, grabbing me gently by the shoulders. I nodded again, and Nik pulled me towards him to engulf me in a hug. I felt him kiss the crown of my head.
"I really miss you." I confessed, clinging to Nik for dear life.
"I know, love. I miss you too." I heard the smile in his voice.
"I just hope that you'll be back by the time I get back." I added, reluctantly. I mentally winced when I felt Nik freeze, then pull back to look at me in alarm.
Just like Elijah. Figures…
"Get back? Where are you going?" Nik demanded, firmly. I sighed heavily, bracing myself for a possible tantrum.
"Your 'death' and Alaric's death took its toll on me, Nik. I decided, and Elijah eventually agreed, that I wanted to take a short vacation somewhere to come to grips with it." I explained. "But knowing that you're still out there and are eventually coming back, is making it easier to deal with." I added.
"You still haven't answered my question. Where. Are. You. Going?" Nik demanded, protectively.
I shrugged, "I haven't decided yet. But I better decide soon, as Elijah is buying me a plane ticket to get there. Wherever 'there' is." I realised. Nik fumed when he realised that he couldn't really stop me (which was kinda the whole point).
"Somebody better be going with you." He warned and I grinned mischievously.
"Way ahead of you, Nik. I'm taking Damon with me. I'll make sure he's on his best behaviour." I said, quickly tacking on that last part to placate Nik, whose eyes flashed the second Damon's name was mentioned. "Damon Salvatore? You're taking that rogue? Isn't there somebody else you could take along with you?" He protested. "I mean, even Kol would be a better choice."
I gave him a stern glare.
"You know that lecture gets tedious every single time I hear it." I reminded him, ignoring the unamused glare I got in return. "But I'm set in my choice, Nik. Besides Damon needs this mini vacation too." I stated, stubbornly.
"So? Let Rebekah deal with him. Against my better judgement, he is her beau." Nik sneered in disgust. I smiled a little and rolled my eyes at his comment.
"You don't think anybody is good enough for Rebekah. The last few centuries have proven that time and time again. And believe me, I don't want to relive them again." I said, shuddering at the mental images of what Nik had done to Rebekah's previous suitors. "Just focus on getting back into your own body, and not on my virtue, sweetheart." I urged Nik, laying a hand on his slightly stubbly cheek, which he immediately cupped and leaned into.
"Fine." Nik reluctantly agreed. "But you be careful, or I'll have your guts for garters." He warned.
I grinned.
"Like I said to Elijah: 'cross my heart.'" I responded, physically crossing my heart with my finger.
Klaus's bedroom
Mikaelson Mansion
Night
I woke up still lying in the same place I had fallen asleep in. Except the fire had died down a little in my slumber. Yawning, I sat up and turned to glance over at the time on Nik's alarm clock, and groaned when I read 3:30am in bright red block numbers. I sluggishly got to my feet and shuffled towards the large bed, scooping up my pajamas and darting into the WC to get changed.
I immediately collapsed into bed, and within seconds of rolling over and making myself comfortable, I was out like a light.
Late morning
"So have you settled on a place to visit yet, Grace?" Elijah questioned me, stepping into Nik's bedroom while I was in the process of packing the essentials into another one of my duffel bags for the week-long trip. I straightened up from folding a band T-shirt and turned to face him, deep in thought.
"I was thinking somewhere in California. It's been awhile since I've been there." I decided. Elijah smiled at the answer.
"Beautiful state. When were you last there?" He asked, curiously.
"It was the state my parents and I settled down in when we first immigrated to America from England when I was ten." I replied, not feeling comfortable revealing to him that I had an older brother by blood just yet.
"Really? Which city?" He asked, politely.
"San Francisco." I said. "But that's not where I'm planning on going to, despite how beautiful it really is." I explained to him. "I was thinking of Santa Carla, actually." I notice Elijah suddenly stiffen the second I mentioned the small coastal town, and I raised an eyebrow at the odd reaction.
"Why there specifically?" Elijah asked, sounding mildly concerned.
"Mum, Dad and I vacationed there once. I loved the beach, and the wild seals, and the live music during the evenings. But mostly, I loved the Boardwalk because of the Amusement Park right on the pier." I replied, confused. "Why?"
"Just some rumours and things that I've heard from some local witches that live there. Nothing to be worried about, I hope." Elijah attempted to reassure me, unsuccessfully. But I shrugged. Whatever had my brother's guard up about Santa Carla must have occurred a long time ago. After all, he was fairly ancient, and had seen and experienced almost everything. "Shall I book you two round-trip tickets then?" Elijah asked, and I nodded graciously.
"That would be lovely." I agreed, continuing to pack my duffel. "Now for the next part of my plan." I stated.
"Which is?"
"Getting Damon to agree to come." I replied, zipping shut my duffel bag. Elijah rolled his eyes, as he tugged free his phone and started dialing in a number.
"I doubt you will have any trouble, dearest." Elijah reassured me. "You have Damon Salvatore wrapped around your finger. He'd do anything for you if it were within his power." He added, and disappeared from the room.
Yeah. But would he be willing to put up with large crowds and an Amusement Park on a pier? I thought, tugging back my hair into a messy ponytail and making sure that I had everything I needed. My phone started vibrating on Nik's duvet and I picked up, grinning at caller ID.
"Damon! I was just about to call you!" I chirped brightly into the phone.
"Hey, Grace." Damon's slight southern drawl muttered back. I frowned with concern.
"What's wrong? You sound terrible." I commented, and heard Damon snort derisively in response.
"I've been better. Just helping Steffi with Elena." Damon responded, dryly.
"Gee, that sounds like bundles of fun." I drawled.
"Yeah, well. Little bro is going to be a joy to live with once he accepts that his clingy girlfriend doesn't want to complete transition." Damon explained, and I couldn't help the feeling of my stomach doing flip-flops at the thought of a thoroughly depressed Stefan; despite all the headaches he had been giving myself and my family lately.
"Yeah, I don't envy you that task." I admitted.
"I could think of a million things that I'd rather be doing right now, than dealing with this bullshit." Damon bemoaned, and I grinned at the obvious plea for help.
"Well, it's funny that you should say that. How would you like to come along with me for a week-long mini vacation?" I invited him, and I swore that I heard metaphorical crickets chirping away in the silence coming from the other end.
"I'd say, where and what's the catch?" Damon eventually responded, sounding a little guarded. "And would any of the Mikaelson's be involved?" He added for good measure.
"A small coastal town in California, no catch; just thought that you'd want to spend a bit of time with me and away from all the craziness. And, no, none of the Mikaelson's are coming with. They're still trying to figure out what happened with Nik." I replied to all three questions.
"Yeah, what did happen to your beloved hybrid? Still waiting for the impending doom." Damon commented, half-mockingly and half-curiously.
"Haven't the foggiest." I lied, thinking back on the psychic dream I had shared with Nik last night. "So? Yay or nay?" I prodded.
"Of course, yes! Sun, surf and sand? A chance to see you in a bathing suit? Who would turn that down?" Damon agreed almost immediately.
"Who indeed?" I said, mildly amused and pleased that Nik wasn't around to hear Damon's flirty comment.
"When are we blowing this popsicle stand?" Damon demanded, and I grinned turning towards the bedroom door that Elijah had minutes before vacated to book the necessary tickets.
"Sometime today. Elijah's booking the plane tickets as we speak." I confirmed.
"How generous." Damon said, sarcastically.
"Hey! Just be thankful we're going, mate. Elijah wasn't exactly tickled pink that I was going interstate for a whole week." I chided him.
"Just you? Or did the knowledge that I was tagging along factor into it?" Damon sounded defensive.
"Both." I responded, testily. "Look. Just pack enough to last you for a week, and I'll text you the details." I instructed.
"Yes, ma'am!" I could picture Damon mock saluting me with his usual tumbler of bourbon. "See you soon, cutie." He rang off, and I just shook my head and stuffed my phone into my back pocket before heading out of the bedroom to see what progress Elijah had made.
Richmond International Airport
Sandston, VA
Day
Meet Elijah and I at the Richmond airport for the 12:05pm flight. – G :)
I hit send on my phone, before tucking it away in my carry on and sliding on my aviator sunglasses to block out the glare of the afternoon sunlight. Elijah had booked for Damon and me, two round-trip first-class tickets to Santa Carla, CA, and I was practically stunned when I shakily reached for the tickets Elijah had produced.
I really hoped that I didn't drool.
"First time you've been in first class, I take it?" Elijah questioned me, amused by my reaction. I just fixed my brother with a 'no shit sherlock' look.
"My dad was well-off, but he couldn't purchase first class tickets even for himself when he went on business trips interstate or overseas." I explained. "As far as I am concerned, this is a once-in-a-lifetime treat for me." I added, and Elijah chuckled and hooked an arm that wasn't carrying my duffel bag, around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side as we strolled unhurriedly through the terminal to the Gate Damon and I would be departing from when he eventually arrived.
"Just remember, dear one. Once you and Niklaus have wed, our family money becomes your money as well. Two first class tickets, are merely a drop in the ocean for us. Better get used to luxuries like this." Elijah reminded me, and I couldn't help but flush in embarrassment that I had to be reminded about that.
"Duly noted. Thanks." I said, and Elijah planted an affectionate kiss on my temple.
'Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to San Francisco.' The overhead female speaker suddenly announced.
"Ooh! That's our flight." I piped up and listened in.
'We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you.' The speaker feedback screeched painfully for a second before cutting off. I sagged in relief.
"Oh, good. We've still got time." I said, then started scanning the terminal for a glimpse of Damon. "Now all we need is for Damon to show up on time." I grumped, causing Elijah to put a calming hand on my shoulder.
"Patience is a virtue, Grace." Elijah scolded me gently, as I sank down onto a nearby chair and watched crowds of people heading straight for the check in counter. My brother followed suit and casually crossed his legs as he too started crowd watching also. But I also noticed that he seemed a bit distracted as well.
"Is something bothering you, Elijah?" I asked, concerned. Elijah looked at me with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Why on earth would you ask such a question?"
I fixed him a disapproving look. "Probably because you look sterner than you usually do." I pointed out, and the frown on Elijah's face deepened. "Please tell me." I urged, calmly.
"I'm just worried about your safety, Grace." I blinked at him in surprise, then annoyance.
"If this is about your objections about Damon—"
"No, dearest. Much as it pains me to say it, it has nothing to do with him. It has something more to do with the unsavory things that I've heard about Santa Clara." Elijah admitted.
"Have you been there?" I asked, curiously.
"Once or twice. But the unsavory things have only recently become a problem a decade or so ago." He explained. "I just want to make sure that you're completely sold on going back there." Elijah insisted. I smiled, pleased that he and the rest of our family were really that concerned about me.
"Positive. But if it'll make you feel better if anything doesn't feel right. We'll leave. Okay?" I compromised. Elijah eyed me shrewdly.
"Your word?"
"Of course. I'll even pinkie swear on it." I grinned, raising my pinkie up at him. Elijah looked at it quizzically, before he smiled and hooked his pinkie with me.
"Ah, the pinkie swear." Both Elijah and I turned towards Damon who dumped his luggage on the floor beside my duffle, looking amused by our gesture. "What's the promise you're making?" He asked, smirking a little.
"Never you mind." I said, perching my sunglasses on top of my head so I could see him better. While Elijah went back to his deadpan expression and returned to crowd watching. "How's Elena?" I asked, just to be polite.
"Last I heard, brooding and bemoaning her current situation." Damon replied, carelessly.
"You heard? What haven't you seen her?" I asked, slightly surprised by this. Damon shook his head, also taking a seat on my other side so I was piggy in the middle between two vampires.
"Yes, I have. Stefan and I were the first to see her this morning." Damon said. "She was going in and out of consciousness all night long." Both Elijah and Damon frowned and looked uncomfortable.
"It's a horrid situation. I'm only sorry that she has to go through it." Elijah commented. Damon threw a displeased scowl in my brother's direction, but decided not to make any smart-aleck comment. He had obviously learned from the last time he was rude to him, earning a pencil in the neck for his troubles.
"Oh! Here's your ticket and your car keys." I suddenly remembered and handed both to him. He gave me a small smile and took them.
"Thanks, cutie." He stored the ticket in the inside pocket of his leather jacket and casually draped his arm across the back of my chair as he settled in to wait for our turn to board our flight.
"Hope you didn't have to hotwire your car." I said, and Damon shook his head, looking at me reassuringly.
"I've got another set. Don't worry about it." He confessed, and I wasn't sure if I should've been relieved or irritated that he couldn't have told me that in the first place, instead of causing me unneeded stress.
Ten minutes later:
'Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to San Francisco.' I immediately got to my feet and heaved my duffel bag over my shoulder, nudging Damon to follow suit. 'We are now inviting those passengers holding first class tickets to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Thank you.'
"That's us." Damon needlessly announced, as Elijah slowly got to his feet and walked with us to the check in desk. The tension was still radiating badly from my brother, but both of us knew that I would honour our agreement, should anything really bad happen during our stay. Elijah immediately grabbed me and pulled me into a very tight hug, as Damon let out an impatient huff and rolled his eyes when he noticed.
"Be safe, and do not do anything foolish. Do you understand?" Elijah demanded, sternly.
"Yes, Elijah. I understand." I groaned feeling a little annoyed, hugging him back. Over my shoulder I knew Elijah was practically roasting an unintimidated Damon with his eyes.
"Should anything happen to her, boy, your existence will be fleeting." Elijah threatened and Damon merely smirked.
"Don't worry. Grace will be safe as houses with me." Damon defiantly reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the two air hostesses checking everybody in. "Don't wait up." He muttered, knowing full well that Elijah could hear him.
I glanced behind to wave at Elijah who nodded back, and with my next blink, disappeared from sight.
A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. And even more so will enjoy the mini crossover I'm planning with The Lost Boys. As always, please review and stay tuned for the next chapter.
TTFN x
