Episode 10—The turning point.

Cherith took a sip from her glass, wondering just who was at the door this late at night.

"Must be Stefan wanting to see his dearest Elena again."

She mocked with a smirk, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room with her glass when she heard the anger in her aunt's voice.

"I'm not gonna invite you in, Logan. Forget it."

"Oh come on Jenna! It's me!"

He pleaded and Cherith's mood darkened as she wondered exactly what the asshole was doing again. Trying to get into Jenna's head.

Who the hell did he think he was, cheating on her and getting into her heart again only for him to just… skip town!

"The answer's no!"

Go Jenna! Cherith grinned.

"I know you. You're always one step away from a 'maybe' and a tiny nudge to 'yes'."

"Not on my watch…"

Cherith mumbled, her hands tightening against the glass as she walked over to join her aunt by the front door.

"You just pointed out that I have no self control! Clever strategy Logan!"

Jenna scoffed and Cherith reached the front door.

"Jenna! I was wondering why you were so late! I should have expected a lower life form would be disturbing you."

Cherith said, giving Logan a fake smile and he sighed.

"Cherry. It's been a while, hm? I was just telling Jenna to invite me in. Wanna help me out here?"

Cherith immediately sneered at his disgusting apologetic look.

Honestly! How this grown ass man was 29…

"Yeah, no. First dick move, calling me Cherry. It's Cherith, to you. Second, I don't like you. Not one bit. So take your ass off of our porch and walk home buddy. You're practically useless here."

Logan looked at her, anger brimming in his eyes and Cherith gave him a mocking, shit eating grin, teeth all out and Jenna tried and failed to hide her grin.

"Oh and—"

Cherith moved and feigned a slip, splashing her glass of water on Logan who moved back, startled, as she he was drenched from his face to his shirt and Jenna let out a snort.

Logan cleaned his face before glaring at Cherith, fury in his eyes.

"Oh my! That slip made me do that! My bad!"

She faked.

"You… bitch!"

He gritted out, seething and Jenna raised an eyebrow at him, suddenly serious.

"Oh now you're definitely banned from this house. Oh, and come near me again, and you'll be slapped with a restraining order. Have a bad life, fucking asshole."

She spat at him, before slamming the door on his face.

It was quiet for a moment before Jenna turned to an uncaring looking Cherith who was staring at her nails and Cherith looked at her.

"I said what I said and I did what I did."

Jenna only grinned at her, wrapping an arm over her shoulder and dramatically whispering.

"And this is why you're my favorite!"

The two grinned at each other before bursting into laughter as they locked the door and went up the stairs to sleep.


December 2nd.

"Jeremy's got his sketch pad out."

Was the first thing Elena said that morning as she got down the stairs, Jenna and Cherith already ready for the day.

"You're kidding!"

Jenna said, surprised, and even Cherith was too.

Jeremy had been an art nerd before the accident and he was super talented at that as well.

For him to break out his sketch pad again, was a huge thing.

"Nope. But don't say a word. The minute we encourage him, he'll put it away."

Jenna grinned.

"Psychology major. Check that!"

"We should get going. Today's a long day."

Cherith spoke, having plans on her mind for her whole day.

Elena nodded before looking at her phone rather sullenly and Jenna stared at her.

"Any update on you and Stefan?"

She asked but Elena sighed, shaking her head as she buttoned up her black jacket.

"He knows how I feel and where I stand and I know where he stands but it doesn't matter. He's leaving, moving away."

Jenna and Cherith turned to her in surprise.

"He's leaving??"

Cherith asked and Elena looked at her.

"I thought you didn't like him."

Cherith shrugged.

"He's better than his brother anyways."

"Where is he going?"

Jenna asked as the 3 walked over to the door.

"I stopped asking questions when I realized the answers were getting much scarier."

Cherith snorted as they walked out of the house and Jenna sighed.

"Yours leaves and mine returns."

Elena turned to her surprised.

"Logan?"

"Yup. He's back. I didn't let him pass the front door though."

Elena groaned.

"I hope you slammed the door on his face."

Jenna smirked.

"Oh I did. But not before Cherry here 'accidentally' splashed a glass of water on his face."

Elena stared at a proud looking Cherith, aghast.

"You did that?"

"Sure. If I don't like someone I'm not going to pretend. You know me Lennie."

Elena shook her head, smiling.

"Anyways, three strike rule Jenna. And you're also not allowed to watch the news, okay?"

"Done deal. No more Logan 'scum' Fell."

The 3 chuckle as they walk towards their cars.


Mystic Falls High.

Cherith turned to her sister as soon as she got down from the car.

"Hey Elena, do you have any idea if Bonnie's Gran is home from Whitmore?"

Elena turned to her confused.

"Uh yeah. Why?"

Cherith shrugged, feigning indifference.

"Oh no reason. Just have this project on some stuff, don't worry about it."

"Oh… I could tell Bonnie to—"

"No! Never mind! Oh, that's Leslie over there, I'll see you later Elena!"

She spoke pretty fast, before turning and rushing off, leaving her sister slightly confused before she shook her head, going her own way as well.

"Leslie!"

Cherith sighed out as she got to her friend who was speaking with a member of the senior year council.

"Hey guys."

She greeted the two of them and the blonde haired with Leslie smiled at her.

"Hey Cherith. So I'll see you later for the decision Leslie. Bye!"

She waved as she walked off and Leslie turned to her.

"Morning! Looking forward to career fair?"

She asked and Cherith grimaced.

"Yeah, no. I don't exactly like the idea of my future suddenly standing in my face. I don't even know exactly what I want to do!"

Leslie chuckled.

"Yeah well, that's because you're good at almost anything!"

Cherith sighed.

"Hey Les, can you drop me at Professor Bennett's after school?"

She pleaded and Leslie frowned.

"Hm sure. Why though?"

"Nothing really, just wanted to know something about a project."

Leslie nodded as they began walking into the school.

"You're always busy with projects. It's a miracle how you're not a walking zombie right now."

Cherith scoffed though a feeling of relief was in her chest as at least now she had a ride.

She seriously needed to find another mode of transportation that wasn't a car, of course.

It was driving her mad!

"Hey, did you hear about the lady who lives a few houses from yours? Apparently some animal got her too."

Cherith frowned as they entered the building.

The animal attacks were already getting rather concerning.

Something had to be done fast!

"Well animal control in Mystic Falls is obviously useless if they can't catch and round up all this predators. Maybe they should ask for some help from the town next to us, or even the government!"

She ranted as the bell rang.


Salvatore Boarding House.

"Thank you for stopping by."

Damon greeted the Sheriff as they got to the front door and he opened it.

"Let me know what you come up with."

"Absolutely."

She nodded at him and walked out.

As soon as Damon locked the door, Stefan who had been listening in on their conversations blurred over to him, pushing him against the door.

"What is wrong with you?! You killed somebody?"

"Get off me!"

Damon said angrily, pushing Stefan away from him and patting himself.

"A. Don't touch me. B. In case you've forgotten, if I had, I wouldn't have been so obvious about it. And C."

He began, walking past Stefan.

"There's another vampire in town."

Stefan sighed, frustrated.

"That's impossible."

"Obviously not."

"Who could it be?"

He asked Damon who sighed rather uncaringly, turning from his brother.

"Ah, what do we care, we're leaving anyways…"

He said rather dramatically and Stefan shook his head.

"No. I can't leave now and you know that."

He walked over to Damon.

"What do we do now?"

Damon stared at his brother with his luminescent looking eyes and patted him slightly.

"Let the adults handle this, Stefan."

He said, walking away and leaving Stefan looking rather conflicted.


Grams' Residence.

"You sure you don't want me to wait?"

Leslie asked as Cherith got out of her car.

"No, don't worry about it. I won't take much time and I'll just walk home."

"It's pretty far, Cherry."

Cherith shrugged before smirking.

"Then more exercise then."

Leslie scoffed, smiling as she put on her ignition again.

"Okay, fine. I'll see you at the career fair then. Make sure you don't start sprouting about how witches and demons exist and stuff like that, okay?"

She joked as she drove off and Cherith brought out her tongue at her.

As soon as she was gone, Cherith turned to the house, suddenly feeling super nervous.

As she walked slowly towards the house, her mind started bringing up different scenarios of even Sheila Bennett laughing at her.

'Ah! Witches aren't real, you delusional cow! Ahahaha! Take her to the loony bin!'A rather fearsome caricature of Sheila Bennett laughed maniacally at her as men in white coats dragged a screaming Cherith away.'Nooooooooooooooo…'

Cherith immediately snapped out of it, turning back and shacking her head.

"Nope! Time to go home! I can't be labeled a crazed person before even graduating high school!"

She was already walking down the street when she stopped again.

Why was she even scared??

It wasn't like she was doing anything bad!

She was just going somewhere to satisfy her curiosity!

Suddenly gaining a great deal of confidence, she jogged back to the house and up the porch and immediately rang the doorbell before she could have second thoughts.

"A little too late for that now"

She mumbled as the door opened and Sheila Bennett stood in all her glory, a small and almost unnoticeable look of amusement on her face.

"Cherith Gilbert. It's been a while. I was wondering when you'd gain the courage to ring my doorbell."

She said dryly and Cherith laughed embarrassed, rubbing the back of her neck.

"H-heyyyy… Sheila… How's it going?"

She stuttered and Sheila raised an eyebrow.

"I know why you're here."

She said straightforward and Cherith looked at her slightly startled before trying to cover it up.

"Oh… you know? I just came here to discuss occult studies as a program you know? Figured I might pursue a degree in it and all."

She grinned and Sheila looked at her disbelievingly for a moment, before sighing and walking in.

"Just come in child."

She waved at the chattering girl who kept quiet as she followed the old woman in rather meekly.


"And then all the glasses just went off into tiny pieces! And it happened three times! Three! So this can't just be a coincidence!"

Cherith ranted, pacing from one place to the other as Sheila stared at the girl calmly as she sat on a sofa, drinking her cup of hot tea.

"Or the time I woke up and my room was in a disarray! Or… or what about the time I was talking to Chad Davis -He's a classmate- when suddenly, bam! I could suddenly hear his thoughts! That was freaky!"

She exclaimed, yanking at her hair.

"And whenever I feel even the slightest bit of discomfort, it's like… I start to break stuff! Like last night I practically poofed my guitar down from a really high place!"

Sheila sighed.

"And I thought Bonnie was dramatic. Look, child… no witch ever says poof."

She rolled her eyes at the ridiculous term and Cherith stopped, turning to Sheila with eyes widened, excitement brimming in her eyes.

"Wait, you just said 'no witch'. Does that mean they actually exist?!? I'm not abnormal or anything?!"

She gushed, sitting next to Sheila.

"Wait… then are the rumors true? Are you actually a witch?? Is there some sliver of the truth in the rumors?!"

She asked, hanging on to Sheila's answer and Sheila sighed before nodding.

"Of course child."

"Fascinating! So, wait… I'm a witch too??"

Sheila opened her mind to reply her but Cherith cut her off.

"Wait. Is it hereditary or something that's totally random? Did I get it from my parents and if so can Elena or Jeremy be witches too? Especially since we share blood from our fathers. Is Bonnie a witch then? Can Jeremy be referred to as a witch even when he is a boy? Also, does Bonnie even know you're a witch? And finally, can you help me access my powers??"

She finished ranting and Sheila looked like she'd swallowed a bug before she sighed, holding a finger up.

"First of all, keep quiet and let me finish. Second. I can't really help you."

The excitement immediately vanished from Cherith's face as she frowned.

"What?"

She whispered, confused.

"What do you mean you can't help me? You just said you're a Witch. You just admitted it. Why can't you help me then?!"

Cherith asked, disappointed and slightly angry, the air around her suddenly billowing and her hair moving around her as the curtains blew slightly and the candles that were lit around the room began putting off slowly.

Sheila saw all this happen, looking shocked and also curious before she tried to pacify the girl.

"Calm down Cherith. I met your mother once, you know…"

As soon as she said that, Cherith immediately calmed down.

"My… mother?"

"Yes. Your birth mother to be precise. Her name was Iola Cadwallader wasn't it?"

Cherith nodded quickly.

She hadn't met a lot of people who'd met her mother before.

Even Jenna hadn't spent more than a time or two with her as she'd been schooling and her mother hadn't been around for long.

Sheila smiled as if remembering the memory and Cherith wished she could just see her mother, all alive and well.

"She was a beauty. Very eye catching, and I think her accent drew quite a lot of men to her. I remember her from one of the parties thrown in town and I was in attendance. I had immediately sensed a power in the area. It had a… very distinct feel from what I remember, and she must have felt me too as we met each other with the same look.

Her magic was… overflowing, might I add. Like water cascading down a hill with such mighty strength. And that was when I knew what she was."

"A witch?"

Cherith said sarcastically and Sheila grinned, amused.

"Indeed, yes. She was a powerful witch."

Cherith's mouth widened in awe. Her mother had been a witch. And a powerful one at that.

She grinned.

Sheila shook her head with a small smile, standing up and walking towards where an unlit candle was.

"There are 2 kinds of witches in our world, you see. The Siphoners, without the ability to generate their own magic and therefore take it from other sources."

Her face had a look of distaste in it and Cherith wondered why.

"They're the rarest ones… you can't ever find up to 20 in a lifetime. And thank God for that. And then, there are those like me and you. Harnessing power from the nature all around us. We are the servants of nature. We see ourselves as the keepers of balance. We are called the Wiccans."

Sheila took a hold of the candle, closing her eyes for a moment and Cherith watched, fascinated as a moment later, the candle magically lit up and a look of awe appeared on her face while Sheila smirked, gesturing around and immediately, Cherith noticed that the other unlit candles had been lit up as well.

"That is so awesome! So… is Bonnie like you, I mean like us too?"

She asked Sheila who put the candle back down and went back to her seat.

"Indeed. Magic is hereditary. She got it from the Bennett line just like you got yours from your mother's line. The Cadwallader."

Cherith nodded, placing a hand to her chest as she suddenly found something she could use to get closer to her mother.

Cherith then suddenly frowned thoughtfully, remembering something that Sheila had not touched.

What about the reddish gold thing she'd been seeing around herself.

"What about a reddish gold mist. Do we emit those? Like out of our hands occasionally? Or even reading minds. Can we do that?"

She asked and Sheila frowned shaking her head.

"Not that I have ever heard of. In fact, it should be pretty much impossible, especially for a new witch just realizing her powers."

Cherith sighed.

"The reason I said I couldn't help you was because, we witches mostly dabble in family magics. We have grimoires, passed down from generations to generations, containing information that can only be shared with those of our blood, so I hope you can understand why I can't help you much like I help Bonnie."

Cherith nodded, suddenly disappointed and then she brightened up.

"Okay then, Is there some sort of spell to find someone related to me by blood?."

She pleaded and Sheila nodded her head.

"Yes. But I'm sorry to say apart from you, your mother was the last Cadwallader."

Cherith frowned.

"What? But… my mother—"

"Most of them died around the same time, from what I could gather, and when I met your mother, the Cadwallader family wasn't as huge as it used to be. The Cadwallader family is as famous in the UK as the Bennett line is in the US. Believe me, I'd have heard if someone of the Cadwallader bloodline was alive somewhere."

She said, looking apologetically at the young girl in front of her.

Cherith frowned, suddenly disheartened at hearing that.

So, there was no way for her to even use or learn to use her powers. Powers she just found out about.

She looked at her hand.

"Then what use is it for then…"

She mumbled and Sheila rolled her eyes.

"Child. I said I can't teach you much, that doesn't mean I can't help you access your magic and teach you some basic spells."

Cherith brightened up excitedly as she sat straight.

"Really? Oh my God! I'd really appreciate it! You have no idea how happy I am! I could learn how to fly!"

She gushed, looking up with such thrill and Sheila shook her head.

"No child. I can't teach you that. It's not possible."

Cherith waved her off.

"Maybe, but I'm sure I can figure out a thing or two…"

Sheila sighed, tired of all the drama. Suddenly realizing she more or less had 2 students now.

Cherith though, was now suddenly excited about something.

About learning something!

She hadn't felt like this in a long while!

She grinned, wondering how to bring this up with her family.

After all… how would you mention having mystical powers to unbelievers?

Maybe it'd be a good idea not to tell them yet.

At least until she actually had real proof and could cast something.

Which reminded her.

She turned to Sheila.

"Oh, um… Sheila… could you maybe not… tell Bonnie for the time being?"

She begged and Sheila raised an eyebrow.

"Why not? You don't expect me to split what little time I have free between the both of you?"

Cherith asked her hands together.

"Oh please!! At least until I break the news to my family. And if Bonnie finds out before they do, believe me, she's going to tell Elena somehow as she tells her everything and then Elena's gonna get angry that I didn't tell her and she's gonna tell Jenna and Jeremy and then they're also gonna—"

"Alright! Sweet Lord I'd forgotten how fast your mouth moved!"

Cherith smiled sheepishly before Sheila stood up.

"Okay, I think it's time for you to head on home. You've spent over two hours here."

Cherith's eyes widened disbelievingly.

"What?! But you haven't even taught me anything yet!"

She whined.

"Child, you already know who and what you are. Take some time off to think on what you've just learnt."

"But Sheila… what if I end up blowing up the whole house out of anger?!"

Sheila scoffed.

"Honey, only a super powerful witch could do that."

She saw Cherith's pleading face before she sighed.

"Fine. I'll only tell you something I used for Bonnie to have access to nature. Meditation. And I mean the proper one.

Sit still for over an hour in a very quiet atmosphere with nature all around you. Search for something deep within you after clearing your mind. The soul is where a witch's' will comes from. When you feel something… anything, try and coax it forth. After that, I am sure you'll be able to access what powers you have. Now leave. I need a drink."

Sheila groused and Cherith nodded at everything she heard before grabbing her bag, beaming at Sheila.

"Thanks a lot for your time, Sheila! I might visit next week if I end up doing something. Bye!"

She walked out and Sheila sighed as she poured a drink and took a sip.

A small smile suddenly filtered across her lips.

"It would seem your daughters powers have finally awakened, Iola."

Then she frowned, remembering something Cherith had said.

'What about a reddish gold mist. Do we emit those? Like out of our hands occasionally? Or even reading minds. Can we do that?'

That was definitely not normal.

But… why did it seem like she'd heard about red-like energy manifestation before?

"I guess I have a lot of research to do then."


Cherith had a skip in her steps as she finally got home that early evening and entered the house, sighing and stretching.

"Ugh! Finally!"

She groaned, hearing a pop or two and Jenna came down the stairs, looking dressed.

As soon as she spotted Cherith she sighed, looking at her exasperatedly.

"Really Cherry?! Where have you been? I was so worried"

Cherith frowned.

"I told Elena where I was going."

Jenna frowned.

"You did?"

"Yeah. I guess she forgot."

Cherith shrugged as she went up the stairs.

"Get ready. I'm already heading to the fair and Jeremy will be down soon as well."

Cherith groaned pitifully.

"Ugh! I just got back! My legs hurt!"

Jenna chuckled.

"Age faster then."

Cherith grumbled.

"I wish. Maybe I could check out Jeremy's old scooter in the garage. See if it's still in movable condition."

She pondered, suddenly remembering the scooter bike Jeremy used to obsess over when he was 14. He'd dumped the thing when he turned 15 over some slight problem but she knew her brother was super picky so the slight problem could be some sort of little scratch or little dent or something.

She decided to check it out before she headed to school tomorrow morning.


Mystic Falls High.

Jenna, Jeremy and Cherith walked into the school as the sky began to darken and Cherith split away from them, looking for somewhere to sit and be idle.

Students walked around from one place to another and some parents or guardians were spotted occasionally.


"So, what do we know?"

Mayor Lockwood asked she Sheriff as they walked through the main room of the building.

"Nothing new to report yet."

Mayor Lockwood groaned.

"My highly reliable deputies are all on alert, but if you feel the need to be more proactive, by all means, grab a stake and have at it."

She said dryly to the mayor who sighed as he grabbed a coffee cup and poured himself some from the nearby snack table.

"What extra precautions can we take?"

He asked.

"For right now, there is nowhere safer than a crowded public place, and for once, Mayor, we actually know where our kids are."

He sighed and the two turned around, spotting their children in different places.


"So! Anything you're interested in?"

Leslie asked Cherith as they walked around.

"You could always follow me into the physiology progr—you know what? Don't. You're too brilliant. You'd probably steal my customers from me."

She joked and Cherith snorted

"I'm not too sure yet. I mean, I know I don't want to do anything too boring. My attention span isn't that great as you know."

She joked and Leslie chuckled with a nod.

"Tell me about it. But, knowing you… you'd probably end up doing something like business or whatever. You're quite good at things like that. And later on I can brag to my friends that I know that 'really rich CEO' over there."

Cherith giggled.

"Please, I've been investing with my inheritance for a long time now. I think in a few years I'd be able to comfortably call myself a middle class millionaire."

Leslie grinned, impressed.

"Well okay, Miss self-made millionaire."

They shared a laugh.

"But really though… I've been rather interested in archival science and archeology in general."

Leslie looked slightly surprised.

"Really?... Hmm"

She pondered.

"What?"

Cherith asked, curious and Leslie shrugged.

"Nothing it's just… it kind of suits you. It's not going to be boring, and you've always loved historical stuff anyways. Wowwww… look at you… my friend, the future archivist or future archeologist or future curator or—"

"Okay! Okay!"

Cherith laughed, feeling a bit better that she'd told someone what was on her mind.

Just then, she stopped when she saw an unwanted face a few feet away from her.

Logan Fell.

A rather smug smile appeared on her face.

Leslie noticed and immediately turned to the direction she was looking.

"Hey isn't that Logan Fell?"

As if he heard his name, he turned and stared right at Cherith and a sliver of anger appeared on his face before it disappeared and he grinned, walking over to her.

"Cherith! Good to see you again. Last night was… not a good time in my opinion."

He grinned and Cherith raised an eyebrow at him.

"Hey Scumfell."

She greeted him back and he sighed.

"Really, I don't know why you treat me this way."

He sighed before turning to Leslie with a friendly smile.

"And you must be a friend of Cherith's. Nice to meet you, I'm Logan Fell."

He brought his hand out for a handshake and as Leslie was about to shake his hand, Cherith put her hand on Leslie's.

"No. I don't think so buddy."

She then turned to Leslie, asking her to excuse her and Leslie eagerly did that, knowing her friend was about to lay into the poor unsuspecting man.

As she left, Cherith whipped her head back towards Logan.

"Now listen here you, absolute piece of shit. I don't like you. I don't like your attitude, and I sure as hell don't like how you treated my aunt."

She began ranting, the wind picking up slightly around her.

"But let me tell you something, I'm very dangerous. Well, maybe not now, but I can be, and I will be a very dangerous enemy for you to have. So I'm warning you now…"

She got right in front of him, her amethyst purple eyes darkening.

"If you even dare to smell the air around Jenna again, I'll stab you in the eye and I'll cut off your precious little man appendage, that way you wouldn't fill the world with little motherfuckers like yourself. Heed my message."

She seethed at him and Logan's fists tightened by his side, his vampiric features threatening to come out as the veins under his eyes came out all dark and pulsing which Cherith noticed and she frowned at.

Just then, Logan looked behind Cherith and he smirked and waved, making Cherith turn back and see Stefan glaring at Logan.

She scoffed.

He must have done something to anger someone as pacifying looking as Stefan Salvatore.

With one last look at the idiot, Cherith walked away from him, going to Leslie who was smirking amused.

"How are you feeling?"

"Man! I feel good!"

She said with such relish and Leslie laughed, nodding.

"Yes, I can definitely see that."


"Logan Fell is a vampire and when I find him again, I'm gonna destroy him limb by limb."

Damon seethed angrily as he changed his bloodied up outfit back at the Salvatore Boarding House, talking to Stefan who had stepped outside to talk on the phone.

"What happened, are you okay?"

Stefan asked frowning in confusion an Elena who had been looking for Stefan, spotted him and came outside, walking towards him.

"No I'm not. I was ambushed and shot at."

He said, pissed.

"Now I'm vengeful. All I need to do is to just find him."

Stefan sighed.

"Well there's no need.. he's here, at school."

Damon frowned over the phone at what his brother had said.

"You're kidding. What the hell is he doing there anyway?"

"He's working the crowd."

"Well I'll be right there."

Damon said before cutting the call.

As Stefan turned and Elena crossed her arms, giving him a serious look.

"So. Anything you'd like to share?"


Cherith was looking through a pamphlet for archaeology studies when she heard shouts and turned just to see Jeremy and Tyler fighting.

She sighed, rushing towards the two when the Mayor grabbed his son and the history teacher grabbed Jeremy, separating the both of them.

"Alright. Work it out, tough guy."

Alaric said, talking to Jeremy.

"You two, follow me."

The Mayor pointed at his son and Jeremy, walking away from the crowd and Cherith frowned, wondering what he was up to.

"Excuse Mayor… where are you taking them?"

Alaric stopped him and he turned to the history teacher.

"I'm gonna talk to them. All fights should end in handshakes, don't you think?"

With that, he turned, walking away while pushing the 2 boys to follow and Cherith's eyes narrowed suspiciously, not sure she wanted to leave her brother alone in the hands of a douchebag like Tyler Lockwood and his much more douchebag-gy father.

Before she could follow them, Alaric walked towards their destination as well and Cherith nodded, glad that at least someone else had brains, even though not as much as hers.


Outside.

"Ok, let's get this out of your system. Go ahead. Fight."

Mayor Lockwood finally said, looking at the both of them and Jeremy frowned, looking super confused.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm not gonna fight him, dad."

Tyler replied calmly, staring at his father who gave him a look.

"I don't think so sir."

Jeremy shook his head, trying to walk away and by this time, Alaric had come out as well, watching them closely while Cherith watched from behind the door, also ready to jump in and scream bloody murder at the stupid Mayor.

The Mayor though, blocked Jeremy's way.

"You don't fight in there like pansies. You take it outside, fight your battles like men, and move on. Best lesson my dad taught me. So let's settle it. Fight!"

He said, looking closely at his son who looked away from him and Jeremy frowned, turning to Tyler, confused.

"Come on dad."

"That's not gonna happen."

Jeremy repeated, looking at the Mayor and standing his ground.

Tyler shook his head slightly, trying to walk away when his dad pushed him back roughly, shouting.

"I said fight!"

"Woah… what's going on out here?"

Alaric finally broke in, walking to them and Cherith's tightening grip on the door handle lessoned. She heard slight fizzles and looked down to see her hand smoking and the handle creaking slightly and she immediately removed her hand, spotting the slight shape of it imprinted on the handle.

She ignored it, turning back to the scene.

"Just letting this two kids work it out. We're good here. Go back inside."

The Mayor tried to persuade Alaric but he didn't believe him one bit.

"I don't wanna go back inside. What I want is an answer to my question. What's going on out here?"

"Go Mr. History teacher."

Cherith whispered a praise.

The Mayor sighed, turning back to Alaric and giving him a look.

"Who do you think you're talking to? Do I look like a student?"

Alaric returned the look back.

"No. You look like a full grown alpha male douchebag."

Jeremy smirked, and Tyler looked in shock, that Alaric had the guts to say such a thing to his father while Cherith smirked.

Another person pissing on the Lockwoods.

Maybe Jenna's new man toy wasn't as bad as the previous one.

"You don't talk to me like that. I can have your job like this."

The Mayor snapped his fingers, looking way too cocky and Alaric didn't even look concerned one bit.

"Ah, you do that. Then it will be you and me in this parking lot, working things out. You cool with that?"

He smirked and the Mayor frowned.

"You've just marked yourself."

He whispered to Alaric who nodded rather dramatically.

"Okay."

In that moment, Cherith decided to step in before it could lead elsewhere and slammed the door open, the four turning to her as she brightened at the sight of her brother.

"Jeremy! There you are, I've been looking all over for you!"

She gushed with a creepy little grin and Jeremy gave her a rather skeptical look, letting her know he didn't believe her. Not even one bit.

"Oh!"

She said, placing a hand over her mouth dramatically.

"I had no idea you were out here with Me. Saltzman, the Mayor Dorkwood and his son."

Jeremy let out an uncontrollable snicker which he covered with a cough and Tyler's grin widened as he covered it from his father while Alaric looked at her slightly surprised.

"Excuse me?"

The Mayor stuttered out incredulously and she tilted her head in a rather innocent doll like manner which looked adorable on her as she looked rather like one in the first place.

"What?... Oh, you didn't hear me?... Oh my. I heard loss of hearing was quite common these days but I didn't expect our dear, wonderful Mayor to have such an… appalling sickness!"

The Mayor suddenly looked embarrassed and angry as he cleared his throat while she tutted at him pityingly and he turns to his son before walking away.

Tyler followed after his father, but not before giving her a thumbs up and left too.

As soon as they both were long gone, Cherith's look of innocence vanished and she looked her typical self again.

With a wave, she turned to walk away, muttering.

"God! I hate Lockwoods, I really do!"

Alaric watched her for a moment before turning to a chuckling Jeremy.

"You know, you have quite the scary sister."

Jeremy snorted as they both began walking inside.

"Yeah I knew that. I grew up with the menace after all."

He answered fondly.


"What do you want?"

Sheriff Forbes asked Logan over the phone as he drove his car, an unconscious Caroline by the passenger seat, her head bloodied and bruised from the impact to the window by Logan.

"The satisfaction of turning your daughter into a vampire."

He smirked as he stopped at an intersection.

Just then, Stefan blurred over, yanking his door open and throwing Logan out who grunted in pain.

Before he could get up, Damon was there, and he shot him four times with wooden bullets and he fell to the ground in pain.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?"

Damon sneered at the quivering mess before turning to Stefan.

"Get her out of here."

Stefan nodded, retrieving Caroline and blurring away.

Damon then moved to the opened car and grabbed the phone with the sheriff still on it.

"Logan! What happened! Logan!"

"Sheriff it's me, Damon!"

"Where's Caroline??"

She asked scared and Damon answered.

"She's okay. Stefan's just taken her home. I'm on Elm street."

He said before cutting the call and turning to Logan, opening the trunk of Logan's car and bringing out a tire iron.

"Gonna try this one more time… Who turned you."

Damon asked, swinging the tire iron in a menacing way.

"I told you I don't know."

Logan gritted out in pain and Damon sighed, looking at the tire iron.

"This tire iron here could take your head clean off."

He said, before holding it in a swinging position.

"I'll ask you one more time. Who. Turned. You."

Logan breathed out, looking at Damon curiously.

"How could you side with them?"

Damon looked at him amused.

"I don't side with anyone. You pissed me off, ergo, I want you dead. Who turned you?"

"I don't know!"

Logan shouted back and Damon shrugged.

"Oh well. You're screwed."

He moves to swing the tire iron at Logan's head but Logan quickly raised his hand defensively.

"Wait! I do know!"

"You're lying."

Logan quickly knelt.

"You think you're the only one who wants to get in that tomb underneath the old church?"

He whispered and Damon paused, shock on his face.

"If you're lying to me, I will end you."

Damon threatened, fury in his eyes and Logan turned back, the sound of sirens filling the night.

"I am not lying. There is another way to break the spell. We can help you. Meet me at the old church."

Damon suddenly changed his mind, looking seriously at Logan as the siren got closer.

"Take me out. Make it look real. Make it look real!"

Logan quickly stood up with his speed and threw Damon against his car as he faked a swing and he sped away.

Sheriff Forbes ran out of her car.

"Where is she?"

"She's okay. My brother's taken her home."

She sighed with relief and Damon stood up with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry sheriff, I just wasn't strong enough."

Sheriff Forbes sighed.


Later that night.

After the career fair.

Damon reaches the old church in the middle of the woods and sees no one there yet.

Just then, his phone rang and he picked it.

"Hello?"

"It's sheriff Forbes. I don't know how you did it, I just wanted to say thank you."

She said gratefully as she stood in front of a warehouse.

"Um, I'm not following."

"We found Logan's body up by the old Fell warehouse. He has been disposed of. He was hoarding victims, innocent victims."

"What?"

Damon muttered, still in shock.

"This town owes you so much. So do I."

She told him, before cutting the call and leaving Damon in a state of utter shock and confusion.