Episode 6—Lost Girls.

Salvatore Estate 1864.

Stefan runs out of the Salvatore boarding house, fury burning in his eyes, with a wooden stake that he got out of the basement until the flashback of him waiting on the doorstep of the old Salvatore estate appears with a flash of light.

A young and human Stefan Salvatore stands in front of the Salvatore Estate, dressed impeccably and looking dashingly handsome when a carriage arrives and stops in front of him. A mocha skinned young lady exits the carriage first, then a beautiful exotic yet aristocratic beauty exits the carriage and observes Stefan for a moment before he approaches her after the mocha skinned lady finished smoothing out the beautiful lady's dress.

"You must be Miss Pierce."

Stefan said out, as he reached the young lady who he found he was suddenly enraptured by.

She holds out hand for him which he takes as she curtseys daintily, before coming up and he bows.

"Please. Call me Katherine."

Her smirk promised a lot to come.


Salvatore Boarding House.

Present.

"What are you?"

Elena asked Stefan, standing in front of him and trying to look as brave as she could.

When he didn't answer her at first, she spoke up again.

"What are you?"

She demanded strongly and Stefan sighed quietly as the gig was finally up.

"You know"

Elena shook her head desperately.

"No, I don't."

"Yes you do, or you wouldn't be here."

He replied her and Elena's breath quickened as she shook her head in denial.

"It's not possible… I-It can't be!"

"Everything you know, Elena… and every belief that you have… is about to change. Are you ready for that?"

He asked her intently as he closed the front door, wishing he could hold her in his arms as she shook in front of him but knowing that now was not the time.

"What are you?"

She asked again and Stefan looked down for a moment before looking straight right at her.

"I'm a vampire."

Elena gulped, her reality finally crashing down in front of her as the adrenaline in her body was suddenly washing away.

She moved back a bit, suddenly looking super scared.

"I… I shouldn't have come."

Stefan stepped forward desperately.

"No. Please."

But she moved back with fear in her eyes, looking at Stefan like he was the biggest monster on the planet, and that broke his heart.

Elena turned running towards her car but Stefan blurs right in front of her to stop her, freaking her out even more.

"No. No. How did you do that?"

She stuttered afraid of him and he put his hands on her shoulder to try and calm her.

"Please Elena. Please, don't be afraid of me."

He begged her desperately, his eyes filled with fear but Elena was horrified as she tried to push him off.

"Let me go!"

She said, moving away from him and running into her car, quickly turning on the ignition and zooming off, leaving Stefan looking devastated, like he'd lost everything.


Gilbert Residence.

Elena gets out of her car and runs into her home, heart beating fast as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, trying to calm down.

She left the bathroom and went to Jeremy's room, opening it just slightly and seeing him watching something on his computer, headphones in his ears.

She moved to Cherith's room, also opening it slightly and seeing her in bed, asleep and out of it and she closed the door, sighing with relief that at least her siblings were safe and Jenna was with Logan.

She sat on her bed, trying to keep calm, breathing in and out, as she sat up again, moving to and fro around her room, not sure what to do.

As she removed her jacket, she heard a voice that scared her again that night.

"Elena."

She gasped, turning to see Stefan in her room and without so much as a thought, runs towards her door and opens it but Stefan blurs to the door and slammed it shut and Elena whimpered in fear making Stefan feel bad.

"I would never hurt you. You're safe with me."

He tried to assure her and she still turned away from him, eyes closed and body shaking.

"All those animals attacks…"

She suddenly remembered, gasping out and turning to him, accusation in her eyes as her back was still pressed against the wall.

"Those people who died…"

Stefan shook his head quickly.

"No. That was Damon!"

"Damon?"

She gasped out fearfully and Stefan nodded, hopeful that he was getting through to her finally.

"Yes. I don't drink human blood. That's not how I choose to survive, but Damon does! I'll explain everything to you, but I beg you, Elena, do not tell anybody."

"How can you ask me that?!"

She spoke, shaking, tears in her eyes and Stefan came closer to her, looking at her seriously.

"Because you knowing this is dangerous for so many reasons. You can hate me, but I need you to trust me."

Elena looked at him, trying to believe him but she just couldn't.

"Just go."

She begged him.

"Just go, please. If you mean me no harm, then you'll go!"

She begged him, breath shaky and Stefan stared at her for a moment, seeing her fear and he stepped back and away from her.

"I never wanted this."

Was all Stefan said.

Elena turned to open her door and was about to step out when she turned again and he wasn't there anymore.

She sighed in relief before rushing to her opened window and slamming it shut, seating weakly on her window seat, not sure what to do now.


September 30th.

Gilbert Residence.

Cherith yawned as she woke up that morning, feeling really great. Better than she had in a while if she was to be honest.

It felt like… something had been suffocating her inside for a while and she'd let it all out or something.

The sun shine directly into her room and she grinned.

It was going to be a great weekend!

That all flew out of her mind though, as she sat up groggily, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and she suddenly focused on what she was looking at.

Which, was everywhere.

Her whole room was in a disarray. Some of her clothes which had been in her wardrobe were flung onto the floor. Her books that had been neatly arranged on her desk and a miniature book stand were mostly strewn on the floor, some torn slightly.

And then, her windows were the worst!

They were all cracked beyond use, and one had even broken completely.

She rushed out of bed, looking around in shock and quite a bit of panic.

Had there been an earthquake?!

Did it affect the rest of the house?!

That was all she could think of as she rushed out of her room and downstairs, stumbling slightly on the stairs and rushing into the kitchen where she knew Jenna would be enjoying her morning, or rather, early afternoon coffee.

"JENNAAAAAA!!!"

She shouted out in a drawl, her eyes wide as she looked everywhere and didn't find any destruction of any sorts.

Jenna looked up from her cup as soon as she entered the kitchen, watching as Cherith grabbed at her hair, looking like she'd finally gone mad.

"Have you finally gone mad?"

Jenna asked her, an amused smile on her face as she took a sip of her coffee and Cherith rushed towards her, grabbing her shoulders and desperately hanging on for dear life.

"Jenna! Please tell me there was an earthquake last night!"

She shouted, slightly freaked out and confused and Jenna frowned, putting down her cup and placing the back of her hand on Cherith's forehead.

"Are you under the weather?"

Cherith slapped her hand off, looking rather serious.

"I'm being real here, Jenna! Was there an earthquake or not!"

Jenna raised an eyebrow, shaking her head.

"I can assure you there was no such thing. It was all quiet and dandy. Besides… how would you have slept through an earthquake?"

She chuckled to herself and Cherith's hands dropped from Jenna's shoulder as she stepped away from her aunt, frowning and mumbling to herself.

"Then… what happened to my room?... Did someone try to attack me?... Is this some form of revenge?? Did Damon Salvatore find out I was going to stab his eye out and come at me like this?"

She muttered to herself and her aunt finally had enough of her eccentricity.

"Okay. That's enough. What's on your mind, Cherith Gilbert?"

Jenna asked her niece who tried to explain with her hands but her mouth was numb.

"I-I can't… wait, no… you need to come with me."

She finally said, taking her aunt's hand and dragging her up the stairs, ignoring her aunt shouting for her to slow down.

Jeremy who had just been walking out of his room, got a hand to the face from Cherith who pushed him back into his room as he was in her path, and he let out a quiet 'oof.'

"What the hell cherry?!"

She ignored him, finally pushing her aunt into the room and Jenna felt her mouth drop in shock at the mess that was Cherith's room.

"What in the—What did you do to your room cherry?"

She asked, aghast and cherry raised her hands in an innocent motion, shaking her head desperately.

"I didn't do anything! I just woke up and found it like that! That's why I kept asking if there was an earthquake!"

A disgruntled Jeremy then walked into the room, intent on getting his revenge on Cherith when he too stopped, taking in the room in shock.

"What the fuck?"

"Language."

Jenna muttered before sighing, turning to Jeremy.

"Know anything about this?"

Jeremy shook his head, walking slowly around the room.

"Not at all, I had headphones on all through the night while watching a movie. Are you telling me you slept through all… this??"

He gestured around, looking at a sheepish looking Cherith who shrugged.

"I'm a heavy sleeper when I'm tired! I had no idea my enemies would strike like this! COWARDS! The lot of them!"

She snarked dramatically, walking to the window and staring out into the sky, Jenna sighing once more before turning to leave the room."

"Let me go get my phone. As for you…"

She turns, pointing at Cherith.

"Try and pack up your clothes and the broken glass in your room. And be careful too! Or rather yet, Jeremy help her out."

"Oh come on!"

Jenna ignored him, walking out of the room, wondering when her life became a sitcom show filled with eccentric people and odd occurrences.


Mystic Grill.

Afternoon.

Cherith sat, opposite her friend at the Grill, playing idly with her fries while her mind was somewhere else as Leslie chattered away without knowing her conversationalist wasn't even listening to a thing she was saying.


Meanwhile… In the woods.

"What are we doing here?"

Elena asked Stefan as the got out of the car, Elena standing by the door, staring at the area filled with a bunch of old foundations and broken down buildings warily.

"I want to show you something."

"Here?... In the middle of nowhere?"

She asked, not believing him and he turned to her after looking around, slightly wistful.

"This… didn't used to be nowhere. It used to be my home."

Elena's eyes widened as she stared around the area, confusion in her eyes.

"But... It looks so…"

"Old?"

Stefan finished for her and he nodded.

"Well, that's because it is."

Elena looked around again before realization suddenly hit her.

"Wait… exactly how long, have you been…"

Stefan swallowed, looking pitiful before he looked back up at her.

"I've been 17 years old… since 1864."

Elena's eyes widened in shock.

"Oh my God!"

"You said you wanted to know. I'm not gonna hold anything back."

He said, looking at her sincerely before going back to his life story.

"Half a century before the boarding house was even built, this was my family's home. Damon and I...We were both born here. The Salvatore brothers, best friends."

Salvatore Estate. 1864.

A young Stefan and Damon run outside the backyard of their family manor, a football being thrown amongst each other.

"Wait. Where did you learn this game?"

Stefan asked, breathing rather heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"Camp outside Atlanta. One of the officers picked it up at Harvard. Catch!"

Damon shouted, throwing the ball up into the air and Stefan caught it before holding one hand up in the air.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute… what are the rules?"

He asked his brother and before Damon could answer, another voice cut in the 2 brothers' bonding time.

"Who needs rules?"

The two brothers turned to see Katherine come through the door they'd just come from, her hand maiden behind her as she smiled coyly, walking up to the two boys.

"Mind if I join in?"

Stefan and Damon turned to each other.

"Uh, well, you could, uh...you could get hurt. My brother likes to play rough."

Stefan tried to explain to her and Katherine smiled, standing right in front of him.

"Somehow, I think that you play rougher."

She told him, before snatching the ball from his hand while he was suitably distracted by her beautiful face and turned, running and laughing, leaving Stefan staring at her with longing eyes.

Damon turned to him, then back at where Katherine had ran towards.

"Why are you just standing there?"

He asked his brother, putting a hand around his shoulder.

"That there, is a girl who clearly wants to be chased."

Stefan still kept staring mesmerized and Damon smirked.

"If you don't do it, I will!"

With that, he took off after Katherine, Stefan doing the same a moment later.


Mystic Grill. Present.

"Hey! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!"

Leslie snapped her finger exasperatedly across her friends face and Cherith blinked repeatedly before sighing.

"Sorry. Just… out of it. You were saying?"

Leslie rolled her eyes before speaking again.

"I was saying, that the UCLA course program is really great! Especially for me since I want to go into the physiology program. You should check out the programs too. Wouldn't it be cool if we both ended up going to the same college?"

She grinned excitedly.

"Hm…"

Was all Cherith could say as her mind was still on what happened in her room.

Leslie noticed her friend again and sighed.

"Okay, what's wrong? Tell me."

"I can't even explain it! This morning, I woke up thinking an earthquake had occurred in Mystic Falls! My whole room was in a total disarray! My clothes were everywhere, my books on the floor, some even torn up! And my windows! They were cracked up and broken! It was like an hurricane or something had gone off in there!"

Leslie frowned.

"And you don't know how it happened?"

"No!"

She said exasperatedly, raising her hands in frustration.

"I remember going to bed and my room was stampede free! It's really confusing. Very odd. I don't know what happened!"

Leslie nodded, a frown still on her face.

"Yeah, that is definitely weird! So what will you do now?"

Cherith sighed, playing with her drink.

"Well, aunt Jenna already ordered for new windows and they'll be here in a week and she called the repair company, they said they'd come fix it once the windows arrive."

"But what about your room now? I mean, can you sleep in the room with no protection?"

Cherith waved off her concerns.

"It's okay. Thankfully it's only one of the windows that completely broke into smithereens. Jeremy helped me tape the windows over so I don't feel too cold at night. And also if it gets too much, I can always get a sleepover with you or something."

Leslie nodded at that as they continue to eat, discussing little things and slowly Cherith began to move forward from the little incident, though she still didn't forget it.


Salvatore Boarding House.

Damon is busy playing music and drinking a bourbon when Vicki jogs down the stairs in a tank and underwear, using a towel to dry her hair.

"Man! That shower was so great!"

She moans as she stopped in front of a mirror and frowned staring at her totally healed neck in surprise.

"What did you give me?"

She asked Damon, turning to him.

"Some blood. You loved it."

"I did?"

She asked with a frown as she walked over to him.

"Wait. I'm totally confused. How did we get here?"

She looked around and Damon looked her in the eye, basically compelling her.

"We met in the woods. You were drunk. I attacked you. Then I killed all of your friends and brought you here, gave you same blood. You loved it. And now we're gonna party till the sun goes down."

Vicki stared blankly for a second before grinning back at him.

"Okay. Um, but first… can I have another hit? That blood was so good!"

She gushed and he smirked.

"Only if I can."

Vicki grins at him, stretching out her wrist for him and Damon bit his hand, giving it to her as he drank from her wrist and she did the same to his.


Lockwood Residence.

"We're working on it, Mayor Lockwood."

Sheriff Forbes tells him as he crouched in his office, opening a secret compartment in the floor and he looked at the sheriff.

"Doc ID the bodies?"

He asked as he brought out a box and slowly opened it.

The sheriff nodded.

"A few townies. Notorious druggies."

Mayor Lockwood nodded.

"I suppose that will make it easier for people to buy the stories. And what about Vicki Donovan?"

Liz sighed.

"She's not one of the deceased. Thankfully."

"Then where the hell is she?"

"I wish I knew."

Just then, Logan Fell walked into the office, looking slightly hurried.

"Sorry I'm late."

"You have the watch?"

The Mayor asked him and he nodded, bringing it out of his pocket and handing it to him.

Mayor Lockwood then dismantled it, grabbing a compass from the box in his hidden compartment and fixing it onto the body of the watch and it fit perfectly as if made for it.

"It's done."

He said as he stood up, the 3 staring at their hope.

"That's it?"

Logan asked, slightly disappointed and the Mayor looked at him.

"Yes. That's it."

He hands him the vampire compass.


Gilbert Residence.

Cherith waved Leslie off as she dropped her at her home that night.

She was super tired but good as she'd spent the day with basically her only friend and it had been nice.

As soon as Cherith opened the door to her house, she stopped short as Damon stood in front of her and Elena a few feet away looking rather fearful.

Damon smiled at Cherith, standing in front of her and Elena could feel her heart rate quicken.

"Cherry…"

She began but Damon cut her off.

"Cherry Berry! It's been a while!"

He smiled, his teeth showing and Cherith rolled her eyes at him.

"Cherry, come here."

Elena finally spoke, her voice feigning calm and Cherith knew that because she practically grew up with her sister all her life and knew she was absolutely terrified.

She looked at a smirking Damon and glared at him, wondering what he'd done to her sister and walked around him to Elena who hugged her and pushed her behind herself, startling Cherith.

"You need to leave. Now."

Damon looked intently at Elena before rolling his eyes and opening the front door.

"Tell my brother I'm looking for him. Oh…"

He said, turning once more and staring right at Elena.

"Oh, tip for later, be careful who you invite in the house."

He smirked devilishly at her before closing the door and Elena breathed out a sigh of relief.

Cherith frowned, turning to her sister.

"What was that about? Are you okay?"

Elena suddenly realized her sister was still there and quickly nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine I just… you know Damon."

She shakily answered and Cherith's eyes narrowed.

"You forget that I know you Elena Gilbert. Now, spill. What has you so freaked out?"

Cherith demanded but her sister stood her ground.

"Nothing to concern yourself with Cherith. You can go upstairs. I have a few things to do."

With that, she turned to enter the kitchen and Cherith frowned at her sister.

If there was one thing she disliked the most about her sister, it was her secretive ways.

She lived to hoard things close to her chest. Whether it involved her or not.

Cherith sighed, walking up the stairs.

She wasn't going to worry about any drama right now.

She was totally beat!


Cemetery.

Stefan blurred over to the cemetery, stopping when he saw Vicki crouched on the floor against a tree, head in her lap.

"Vicki."

Stefan called out to her and she slowly raised her head.

"I'm starting to remember things, what he is, what he said. I remember you. The hospital, the...the rooftop, it's all coming back"

Stefan sighed.

"I'm really sorry. Damon had no right to do this to you."

Vicki sniffled.

"He said that I needed to feed… What will happen if I don't?"

She asked softly.

"You'll fade quickly. And then, it'll all just be over."

"I'll be dead."

She said blankly and Stefan crouched in front of her.

"Hey…"

He tries to comfort her but it isn't working as she shook her head desperately.

"I don't want this."

"I know. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna get through this. I'll help you."

Vicki looks at him.

"Is it better?... Will I be better??... I wanna go home. Please, take me home."

She begged him and he nodded about to stand upright.

"Okay."

Just then, a gunshot sounded and Stefan fell to the floor with a cry of pain as Logan fell came into view, the Gilbert compass in one hand and Vicki stood up, gasping in shock and pressing herself to the tree.

"Aah!"

Stefan groaned and Logan got closer to him, bringing out a wooden stake and standing above Stefan who was in pain.

Logan then raised the stake, preparing to stab Stefan, ignoring Vicki's scream for him to stop when Damon suddenly blurred over, biting Logan viciously on the neck and killing him, discarding him carelessly on the floor.

Damon crouched down in front of Stefan who was still in pain and dug out the bullet in Stefan's body, holding it up and staring at it.

"It's wood. They know."

He threw the bullet away from him and looked down at Stefan.

"If anyone's gonna kill you, it's gonna be me. Now, my ring."

He demanded, hand open and Stefan sighed on the ground, before digging into his pocket and handing over to Damon his ring which he immediately wore.

Suddenly, Stefan searched out Vicki and he gasped.

"Vicki! No!"

But it was already too late, as the 2 brothers stared at the girl currently drinking blood from the neck of the dead TV news reporter.

She looked up at Stefan, slightly guilty.

"I'm sorry."

And blurs away. Damon looked in her direction and just says.

"Oops."


Later on…

Sheriff Forbes and a deputy are moving towards the cemetery when they spot Logan's dead body and Liz gasps out in shock.

"Oh God…"

She mumbles.

She then looks around desperately, before motioning to the deputy with the torch light.

"The watch. Find the watch."

She turns back to stare at Logan's body.


Gilbert Residence.

Cherith flopped on her bed, tired but happy to be getting a good night's rest.

The occurrence in her room now at the back of her head.

She had no idea how weird things were about to change.

She also had no idea that, downstairs, her sister was crying as she broke things off with a similarly devastated Stefan.


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