"We need to do something," said Bonnie urgently.
"Well _that's_ obvious," Damon replied.
"What was going on outside, Damon?" Stefan interrupted.
"I thought it was best if Elena leaves. I told her she could take Bonnie. I know how she acts, she'd get herself killed again. I believe you know it as well as I do, brother."
Stefan turned to face Elena from where he stood in the living room. He seemed pensive. Then he nodded, and answered, "I agree. Elena I think it's best you do as Damon says."
"No." She shook her head stubbornly.
Stefan sighed; he knew how obstinate she was.
"Elena-"
"No, Stefan. I will not leave. This _thing_, whatever it is, _whoever_ it is, is out there and I will not let it hurt any one of the people I love."
"I don't want you putting yourself at risk for my life again."
"I'm not going. I don't care what either of you say."
"Elena you're going. And Bonnie is too." Damon said. "You're not getting involved, I won't allow it."
"Stefan wanted my help, and now he'll get it. We'll do it together. Together we can do it. Alone, you can't. I know it.'" Elena told them.
"I don't care--" Damon was cut off.
"Besides, I changed my mind. I don't like the idea of you risking your life for this." Stefan put in.
Before he could continue, at that moment there was a groan. Bonnie touched her head, her eyes squeezed shut in pain.
"Bonnie!" Elena said, startled.
Stefan looked worried. Damon just stared. Her face had gone deathly pale and her body rigid. When she opened her eyes they were staring, unseeing and wide. When she spoke, it was not the voice they all knew. It was somebody else's.
"Don't touch her." Damon commanded.
The voice from Bonnie spoke, the tone was hushed, but seemed feminine. Not young sounding, oddly old. "The blond one goes, as does the red. The brother shall follow or he'll wind up dead. I told you whom I wanted; I made it very clear. I said no one involved or their death will be here. It's the boy's blood I'll shed, his life I'll take. If his friends come closer, their lives are at stake."
Bonnie pitched forward almost landing on the glass coffee table but Stefan grabbed her to hold her upright. She opened her eyes slowly, groggily.
"What the hell was that all about?" Elena asked.
"I have no idea. Obviously though it was from this psycho." Bonnie said, rubbing her forehead. She leaned against Stefan.
"And no doubt they are unhappy that we're disobeying them." He replied.
"What do we do?" Bonnie wondered, still looking slightly dazed.
"Well we certainly can't ignore them." Elena answered.
"That threat was it. You heard it as well as I did. Elena, if you stay you'll die." Damon said to her.
"As will _you_ if you stay!" Elena returned heatedly.
"Better me than you. If you died I'd never live with myself."
"I will not leave you, or Stefan, to this creature."
Damon looked exasperated. Clearly this argument could last for days. "Fine. Stay. But you go nowhere, absolutely _nowhere_, out of this house, with out me."
Elena sat back into the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him steadily, keeping her dark blue eyes on his.
"Any idea who that was from Bonnie's trance?" Stefan asked.
"No. Sounded old though, definitely no kid, or young person. They seemed at least 50. Could be older." Elena said, turning her attention slowly back to Stefan.
"Well I am almost positive it was a female." Stefan added.
"That's true. Any 50-year-old women you know of that have a psychotic grudge against you? Personally, I can't think of any insane women who feel
the need to kill you." Elena said.
"I don't know any old women." Stefan said ironically.
"There's always Mrs. Flowers." Damon said, dark amusement in his eyes.
"C'mon. This is no time to joke!" Bonnie exclaimed.
He flashed a grin.
"But really. What does Mrs. Flowers have against you? Nothing that I could think of." Elena said, ignoring Damon.
"It's got to be someone else." Bonnie told them all.
"But who?" Stefan voiced the question they were all thinking.
"We'll find out soon enough." Damon retorted.
"Besides, they have to be a witch." Stefan said, remembering.
"Well that rules her out," stated Bonnie.
Damon looked to Bonnie. "What makes you so sure?"
"She's no witch."
"How do we know? How can we be sure?" he added.
"We can't." Elena answered.
"Exactly."
"So what do we do?" Asked Stefan.
"We wait." Came Damon's reply.
"For what? Her to kill us all and then figure out who it was?" Bonnie said.
"Don't be stupid. We wait until more clues arise, until we can narrow down potential people. Until then, just about anyone can be her," Damon explaied.
Elena nodded. "He's right. There's not much we can do at the time. We have almost nothing to go on. I think that's her idea. Not to give us any information that can lead us to her."
"Maybe." Bonnie agreed.
"Or maybe she's just waiting. We don't know."
Elena said softly, "We really don't know anything right now. Any minute one of us could die."
"Well _that's_ obvious," Damon replied.
"What was going on outside, Damon?" Stefan interrupted.
"I thought it was best if Elena leaves. I told her she could take Bonnie. I know how she acts, she'd get herself killed again. I believe you know it as well as I do, brother."
Stefan turned to face Elena from where he stood in the living room. He seemed pensive. Then he nodded, and answered, "I agree. Elena I think it's best you do as Damon says."
"No." She shook her head stubbornly.
Stefan sighed; he knew how obstinate she was.
"Elena-"
"No, Stefan. I will not leave. This _thing_, whatever it is, _whoever_ it is, is out there and I will not let it hurt any one of the people I love."
"I don't want you putting yourself at risk for my life again."
"I'm not going. I don't care what either of you say."
"Elena you're going. And Bonnie is too." Damon said. "You're not getting involved, I won't allow it."
"Stefan wanted my help, and now he'll get it. We'll do it together. Together we can do it. Alone, you can't. I know it.'" Elena told them.
"I don't care--" Damon was cut off.
"Besides, I changed my mind. I don't like the idea of you risking your life for this." Stefan put in.
Before he could continue, at that moment there was a groan. Bonnie touched her head, her eyes squeezed shut in pain.
"Bonnie!" Elena said, startled.
Stefan looked worried. Damon just stared. Her face had gone deathly pale and her body rigid. When she opened her eyes they were staring, unseeing and wide. When she spoke, it was not the voice they all knew. It was somebody else's.
"Don't touch her." Damon commanded.
The voice from Bonnie spoke, the tone was hushed, but seemed feminine. Not young sounding, oddly old. "The blond one goes, as does the red. The brother shall follow or he'll wind up dead. I told you whom I wanted; I made it very clear. I said no one involved or their death will be here. It's the boy's blood I'll shed, his life I'll take. If his friends come closer, their lives are at stake."
Bonnie pitched forward almost landing on the glass coffee table but Stefan grabbed her to hold her upright. She opened her eyes slowly, groggily.
"What the hell was that all about?" Elena asked.
"I have no idea. Obviously though it was from this psycho." Bonnie said, rubbing her forehead. She leaned against Stefan.
"And no doubt they are unhappy that we're disobeying them." He replied.
"What do we do?" Bonnie wondered, still looking slightly dazed.
"Well we certainly can't ignore them." Elena answered.
"That threat was it. You heard it as well as I did. Elena, if you stay you'll die." Damon said to her.
"As will _you_ if you stay!" Elena returned heatedly.
"Better me than you. If you died I'd never live with myself."
"I will not leave you, or Stefan, to this creature."
Damon looked exasperated. Clearly this argument could last for days. "Fine. Stay. But you go nowhere, absolutely _nowhere_, out of this house, with out me."
Elena sat back into the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him steadily, keeping her dark blue eyes on his.
"Any idea who that was from Bonnie's trance?" Stefan asked.
"No. Sounded old though, definitely no kid, or young person. They seemed at least 50. Could be older." Elena said, turning her attention slowly back to Stefan.
"Well I am almost positive it was a female." Stefan added.
"That's true. Any 50-year-old women you know of that have a psychotic grudge against you? Personally, I can't think of any insane women who feel
the need to kill you." Elena said.
"I don't know any old women." Stefan said ironically.
"There's always Mrs. Flowers." Damon said, dark amusement in his eyes.
"C'mon. This is no time to joke!" Bonnie exclaimed.
He flashed a grin.
"But really. What does Mrs. Flowers have against you? Nothing that I could think of." Elena said, ignoring Damon.
"It's got to be someone else." Bonnie told them all.
"But who?" Stefan voiced the question they were all thinking.
"We'll find out soon enough." Damon retorted.
"Besides, they have to be a witch." Stefan said, remembering.
"Well that rules her out," stated Bonnie.
Damon looked to Bonnie. "What makes you so sure?"
"She's no witch."
"How do we know? How can we be sure?" he added.
"We can't." Elena answered.
"Exactly."
"So what do we do?" Asked Stefan.
"We wait." Came Damon's reply.
"For what? Her to kill us all and then figure out who it was?" Bonnie said.
"Don't be stupid. We wait until more clues arise, until we can narrow down potential people. Until then, just about anyone can be her," Damon explaied.
Elena nodded. "He's right. There's not much we can do at the time. We have almost nothing to go on. I think that's her idea. Not to give us any information that can lead us to her."
"Maybe." Bonnie agreed.
"Or maybe she's just waiting. We don't know."
Elena said softly, "We really don't know anything right now. Any minute one of us could die."