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Elena hadn't let Damon take her out of the coming fight. She quickly compelled her brother. After all, she already knew the exact wording. Next, she turned to Cassandra and pulled out the card key to her room, handing it to her. "Take him back. We have blood in the mini-fridge. Warm it up a bit. That will help. I won't be distracted if I know you are keeping him safe."
Cassandra looked unsure, "but that makes you and Alaric the only ones who could stake Klaus. Don't you need me?" Damon refused to let his thoughts show, but with that, Cassandra got his respect and trust. He knew she loved Jeremy, but she was still trying to help protect Elena.
He shook his head and bragged, "you see how fucking strong my wife is. She's got this."
He then grew serious and said, "you're helping. And I heard what you just said. Thank you."
Jeremy fussed, "I'm not some child that needs babysitting; let me help!"
Damon grabbed him roughly by the scruff of the neck. He then got in his face and said, "How fucking distracted would your sister be with you there? She thought she watched you die. This isn't about you."
"You're not the only man who loves her!" Jeremy snapped back.
The returning smile confused him. Then Damon said, "then you get it. She can't watch you put yourself in danger again."
"I couldn't save her before! I didn't get to be there for her!"
"You were a child. If you were there, you'd be dead too!"
It was Cassandra who put a stop to everything. "Jeremy, what can you do as a vampire that Damon can't?" That brought him up short and shocked him.
"Nothing."
She smiled at him and took his hand, "trust him to protect her. He would never let anything happen. Come with me, and we'll be ready to celebrate their victory. We need to concentrate on your transition."
As Damon moved to join her, Elena mouthed the words thank you to Cassandra.
Klaus was way beyond angry; he had never been this furious in his life, and he had had two doppelgängers escape his grip. He had just watched as seventeen of his precious, now no longer to be created, hybrids died. And he wondered how the fuck Elena killed them with fire from her mind. If he hadn't seen it himself, he wouldn't have believed it.
He ripped open the front door of the mansion, and he screamed out in rage. More hybrids were dead. He could smell the death of more than just what he saw in the foyer. Klaus wasn't stupid. He knew what that meant. He listened, and sure enough, Caroline's heartbeat couldn't be heard. They had stolen her. The house was now empty. Six more hybrids–dead.
It was then the noise outside increased enough to snap him out of his own head and make him realize he wasn't paying attention. The fight wasn't over, and he had zero backup. All twenty-three hybrids he brought were dead.
As Jeremy and Cassandra made the way back to the hotel, she was driving and called her grandmother. Jeremy teased, "are you trying to get into an accident by using the phone?"
She laughed, "yeah, it would be horrible if you were dead…"
He laughed along with her and took long slow breaths. She could almost feel his new reality settle heavily on his shoulders. While this was something he wanted, it was a massive life shift for him. Really it was for her too, but she had a daylight ring she had spelled waiting for him in their room. It symbolized so much for her, his new life, and mostly, proof of her total acceptance of what he had become. It was tangible evidence that she fully supported him becoming a vampire.
She knew it also meant that one day soon, she'd join Jennifer and Bonnie and become a heretic. She mused that they were becoming quite the odd group of vampires, heretics, and a hybrid. She was glad she wouldn't be alone in what she would or why she'd do it.
It took a long talk between her and her grandmother that revealed her, "I am an island" attitude. Her mother had hurt her, and her grandmother had built her up. That said, she loved her grandmother before her walls went up. The hurt her mother caused made her not want to need anyone else. After all, she had the perfect grandmother and guardian, and others betrayed her.
Her grandfather had died before she was born, and she had watched in her grandmother, a strong woman who didn't need any man. As she grew up, she worked desperately to emulate the woman who had done everything for her and who she respected.
And then yesterday, there was that shocking "talk" with the woman she admired. Her grandmother had pulled out an old well-worn photo of the love of her life. He was the vampire that she loved to this day and regretted letting go in every area except that Cassandra wouldn't be born.
As Cassandra held the old photo, her whole body reacted in shock, and she shot out of her seat. She could barely believe her own eyes, but the truth was staring her in the face.
In the end, Freya was disgusted with her own sister. She was just so typical, even after one thousand years. She watched as Rebekah, stinking of alcohol, was drinking from a man's neck in a dirty alley as she jerked him off.
Once she removed her fangs from the man's neck, she dropped down to her knees. She then licked her lips and, with now blunted teeth, took his unimpressive cock in her mouth. Freya mused that at least Rebekah wouldn't have to worry about choking on it, even if she wasn't a vampire.
As Freya wondered how much an Original would have to drink at lunch on a Tuesday to be drunk, she stood behind her inebriated sister.
As she stood, disgusted, watching the oblivious man orgasm. Freya's face showed her revulsion as she slid the silver stake into Rebekah's heart.