Hello Readers,

I would like to start off by letting everyone know that I am truly grateful for your support and reading my story! I also wanted to acknowledge somethings in this fanfiction it will highlight events from the TV Show for my plot to proceed thoroughly I hope you understand. ALSO, you will notice a few changes along the way as well! Thank you so much for all your support! OHH and it's a long chapter :D I hope you enjoy it!

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Rated M for Mature Content: Violence, Language Suggestive Themes, & Maybe Lemons? ;)

Warning: Any mistakes are my own.

The Gilbert Legacy

Chapter Two

Betrayal & Revelations

I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said don't leave me here alone

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight.

~ Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift

"Hey...I didn't expect you to call so soon." The man's voice rang through the other end of the line with surprise evident in his voice. When the person that called didn't reply right away he let out a sigh and tried his approach once more. "What's wrong?"

"What makes you think, there's something wrong?" A teasing voice replied.

"I can guess, but usually I'm right about things. What's wrong?" He countered.

"Well…for one we lost him." the voice explained calmly. "We kept our eyes on him but he left... along with two others. They even took care of the Original… temporarily and boy—he's so pissed. He didn't expect to be knocked out cold, then again a broken-bat through the heart should do it." There was laughter from the person before they continued. "Oh, even compelled the only witness but don't worry they didn't hurt bystanders or else I would have made an appearance, no casualty involved—and you know how it is when I make an appearance, I can be rather theatrical."

"Yeah... you sure get that way man—but cut that crap and get to the point...Did you at least follow them?" The man asked, getting back to the subject that matters. Making sure the boy was being watched over.

"I did. They aren't in Denver no more—I'll let you know if I ran into the loose canon again. I'll keep you updated then." The voice at the other line offered.

"Alright, make sure you keep an eye on them—make no mistakes." The line ended as the agreement was met between the two.

A dark-skinned man was standing at the window lost in his thoughts but was later interrupted by his cell phone setting off, without checking the caller ID he quickly answered it.

"Hello." He greeted the caller.

"Hey, I made it here. I found a place we can crash for the time being. How's everything on your end?" A feminine voice asked.

"Peachy. Everything should play out nicely, make sure your end is kept," he said sternly before he continued to lecture the caller a chuckle interrupted him.

"When do I ever go back on my word?" She questioned.

"I'm just reminding you—what's needed to be done. Make sure to lie low for the time being until we get there. Don't do anything reckless." He countered, "Don't do anything that will draw attention to yourself."

"Oh you know me—I don't make promises I can't keep." The line ended in the click as the woman hung up, not giving the man a chance to argue with her.

He shook his head, he doesn't know why he even bothered putting her in line when he knows damn well she'll do things on her own. Knowing her stubborn nature, as long they can keep themselves hidden for the time being until everyone is gathered where they need to be, he wasn't too worried about her blowing their cover.

She's a smart girl, brains, and beauty. Smiling to himself at his infatuation towards her, he sat back down on his desk and poured himself a drink, bourbon, and quickly down it.

Somewhere In Kansas

It's been a few hours since they've left Denver— after staying at their first stop, at the motel for a day and they once again had found themselves at another location—Kansas, looking for answers. A way to put a stop at Klaus's reign back at Mystic Falls and the only way to do so is to track down the bloodlines—who sired who and which sire is which.

"This is the address," Jeremy said as they stepped out of the car and in front of an old victorian house by the woods at nightfall. Once Jeremy was able to contact Rose back at the motel, they were able to get an address of Mary Potter—a vampire that sired Rose. Now they have to find out who sired Mary. Maybe then they'll find the answers they need.

"Looks about right." Damon looks around at the property as they stopped a few distances away from the front of the house.

"Wait here," Elena said as she turned to look at Jeremy but before she walked away Jeremy's voice stopped her at her tracks along with Damon that was following beside her.

"Why?—so you guys can make out some more?" Jeremy accused him with a clear annoyance in his tone, leaning against the car looking at his sister in disbelief.

Elena turned around and gave him a confused look.

"Don't be a dick." Damon chastised him. "Listen to your sister."

Jeremy scowled at Damon before returning to the car, at his usual spot at the backseat, retrieving his sketchbook, flipping through it until he found a blank page—to start sketching.

Damon looks at Elena before they proceed to walk towards the house. When they reached the front door, Damon turned the doorknob to find it unlocked. He turned to Elena who was at the right-side of him with a cautious expression on his face as if to let her know that he would enter first before she does, just to make sure it's safe for her to even be there.

The house was pitched black with piles of papers and books all over the place, covering the entire house. They walked through the house with Elena using her phone's flashlight to light their way.

"Oo, like vampire hoarders," Damon said as he looked around.

"Who is this Mary person?" Elena asked, breaking her silence as her own curiosity surfaced.

"Scary Mary, really old— and super creepy." Damon emphases the word creepy.

"And how did you know her?" Damon turned to look at her as he made a face.

"Well…" He hesitated a bit.

"Of course." Elena rolled her eyes at him as she acknowledged Damon's playboy ways, knowing he had slept with plenty of women throughout the years.

"I said she's creepy… not ugly." He defended himself under the judgemental look that she gave him—with a hint of obvious jealousy.

As they walked towards the stairs a loud sound sounded in a distant direction from beside them, as if objects had fallen onto the floor—Elena quickly shown her light in the direction of the sound. Damon made his way to where the sound came from and with careful footsteps he proceeded towards the double white doors, opening it slowly and entering the room.

At the farthest wall of the room reveals a very dead Mary—pinned to the wall, with a wooden bat through her heart, blood spreading from the wound—down her body and her skin had greyed. They looked at her in disbelief knowing that they'd met at a dead end of their search.

"Mary…" Damon whispered, disappointment evident in his voice.

"Quite contrary," Kol said from behind them as the light of the lamp on the desk beside him flicked on, illuminating the whole room—they turned around to see Kol seating on a wooden chair with the metal bat on his shoulders with a blank expression on his face. "Shame about Mary… she used to be a blast"

Kol blurred in front of them admiring his work, "I don't quite know what happened." He turns to face Elena and Damon. "I feel the time she spent with my family had ruined her—she's a bit of an Original groupie." He smirks at them.

"And were you her favorite?" Elena asked, staring at him warily.

"You mean...did I turn her?—I think I did. But… No, wait. Maybe it's Rebekah. There was also a Klaus period—let's not forget the Elijah affair—I spoke to my brother, I know you're trying to find out who you descended from—Now you never will." He looks back at Mary, "So where did we leave off?" He asked, before he swung the metal bat against Damon's knee causing his body to hit the ground—groaning in pain, with each swing he temporarily immobilized, Damon. Smiling at his sweet, sweet revenge towards the elder Salvatore brother.

"Elena! Get out of here!" Damon yelled in pain, as he wanted for her to make a run for it, but Kol was quick and blurred in front of her to block her way, she made a few steps back.

"According to my brother you're off-limits—Please don't test me." Kol seethed as he grabs Elena's arm and throws her towards the bed, making her hit her head against the headboard—causing the pain to ache through her temple and a cut on her forehead, blood dripping down her face.

Damon blurred in front of Kol with his hand wrapped around his neck. "Don't touch her!" He threatened Kol but it backfired as Kol threw Damon at the opposite side of the room hitting the wall where Mary resides.

"Oh dear—I hit a nerve, relax darling. I just want us to be even. You snapped my neck, you killed my brother, and then you humiliated me." Kol continues to smash the bat against Damon. "Well—We'll never be even..." Kol smiled and walked out of the room.

Elena ran towards Damon with concern coating her voice. "Are you okay?" Damon got up and fixed his dislocated arm back into place, he nodded his head to let Elena know he was fine.

Jeremy was in the middle of sketching under the dimmed light of the car when he heard a knock against his window, he turned and revealed a very impatient Kol, he opened his car door. "What do you want?" He asked cautiously, not to give way any hint of the fear that was slowly creeping on him.

"Mate...what happened to Odie?" Kol asked curiously. "What did Damon do?"

"What do you mean?" Jeremy looked at him confused.

"I said, what did he do to her?" Kol asked with annoyance evident in his tone. "She's nowhere to be found when I woke up from my temporary slumber…"

"He compelled her to forget," Jeremey admitted as he felt sadness plug through him. "He made him forget—everything. Even us meeting her."

"No, mate—that doesn't add up…" Kol said and Jeremy frowned and he explained himself. "When we compel, the person would still be living their lives before any encounter from us… But with her—It's as though she never existed—I asked around and even checked the school records. No one knows who Odette is…"

"What? How can that be?—She was with us, she was part of the student council. There must be a mistake." Jeremy countered. "No one just up and disappears."

"Unless—They're covering their tracks…or someone had taken them..." Kol said in a low tone, trailing off. He heard Damon and Elena approaching from behind—so he closed the car door and blurred out of there, leaving Jeremy to wonder. 'What happened to Odette?'

"Jer! Are you alright?!" Elena asked once the car door from Jeremy's side was yanked open—examining her brother to make sure he wasn't injured from Kol and then she looked at the direction where Kol disappeared.

"Yeah, I'm fine Elena—Can we just go?" Jeremy asked, she nodded her head and closed the door and walked over to the passenger side door and settled herself there, glancing back at Jeremy with a confused expression on her face.

"What does Kol want?" Damon looked at Jeremy from the rearview mirror, suspicious of why the Original wanted to have a chat, without hurting the little Gilbert—as they did to him and Elena.

"He asked about the girl—I told him you compelled her," Jeremy admitted, staring back at him, not backing down from his stare.

"Why—does he care? He's a homicidal maniac!" Elena sneered, upset about Kol killing off their lead to the bloodlines that lead them to a dead end.

"No Idea…" Jeremy trailed off as he stared out the window, they made their way out of the property and hit the road towards their hometown of Mystic Falls.

Mystic Falls, Virginia, The Grill

The Grill was crowded, it was one of those nights in which people spend their nights hanging out, whether to spend dinner with family, play some pool with friends and/or sit at the bar and order some alcoholic beverages.

Klaus enters the restaurant with the full intent of spending his night at the bar, he felt that it was best that he wasn't cooped up in the mansion and away from his annoying younger sister Rebekah, she has quite a babbler of a mouth, complaining about everything and anything she can think of. Elijah on the other hand had been off doing his own thing, in his study and staying out of his way. Sometimes he finds himself battling the need of daggering his little sister and if he didn't leave the mansion, he would have ended up just doing that.

He motions the bartender to give him a bottle of whiskey and shot glass—as he drinks away, shot after the other, lost in his thoughts until he was brought out of it by a voice next to him.

"Drinking alone is never a good thing—unless you are drowning away your sorrows then that's another thing." The voice teased, Klaus turned his head toward the left side of him, he's eyes landed on a pretty woman next to him with a teasing smile on her lips.

"Are you here to drink alone too, love?" He questioned as he let his eyes roam her form, her long dark hair was up in a neat ponytail, she was wearing a little black strapped less dress that hugs her curves with a matching black stiletto—the black makes her creamy skin glow under the bars' lights. Klaus was lost in her brown orbs, her scent lures him to her beauty—Bewitching him even.

"No, I'm waiting for a friend." She takes a sip of her martini. "They're running pretty late from the looks of it." She said looking at the time on her phone and then looking into Klaus' dark blue-green eyes, eyes with a flirtatious glint to them.

"Well, let me keep you company then...While you wait for your friend." Klaus smirks as he scoots closer to her. He inhales the alluring scent that is emitting from her, making him slighting unfocused for a second.

"Sure." She downs her martini and motions the bartender for more. "What brought you here—Mister…" She sends him a smile.

"Klaus, Klaus Mikaelson." He introduced himself as he took her hand in his, lifting it to his mouth, placing a kiss against her knuckles—not breaking eye contact. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

She blushes, before she could introduce herself she was interrupted by her friend who finally showed up and sat next to her—she was sitting in between her friend and Klaus at the bar.

"Sorry—I was running late." He turned towards her but what caught his attention was the Original Hybrid who was dangerously close to his friend, who was eying her like a kid at a candy store. 'That can't be good… why of all places and time…?' he thought to himself before shooting a suggestion. "I think we should head out, have dinner at my place…you know like old times..."

The woman chuckles at how fickle-minded her friend is being, it was his idea to meet her at The Grill in the first place. "You just arrived and you want to leave right away?" she asked in disbelief but in a teasing matter she turned her attention away from him and back to Klaus.

"You see that?—He came late and now he wants to bail this place."

"Why don't you sit down and relax, mate?" Klaus stares back at Alaric. "I'm just getting to know this lovely lady." Klaus smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes—letting his eyes roam her form once more.

"We're leaving, It's nice to see you, Klaus..."Alaric tensed, his jaw slightly clenched and he looks back at his friend. He placed money down in front of her, for her drinks and grabbed her hand getting her off the stool, stirring her away from Klaus who was watching their every move. Klaus smirks to himself, knowing that he'll find a way to get to know her one way or another.

Once they were outside the Grill, the woman pulled her arm out of Alaric's grasps. "What's your problem Ric? I was enjoying my time getting to know that gentlemen." She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at him.

"Well you shouldn't...He's more dangerous than you think…" Alaric explained to her but she was being stubborn, not backing down. He sighed and said. "Trust me—you don't want to get to know that gentlemen… you'll just be disappointed."

"I like a little danger—It makes life more fun." She gave him her best smile. When she saw Alaric still tense she loosened out her defensive posture and reassured his worries away. "Alright, alright, Ric I'll behave—Plus I'm here to catch up and spend time with you...like old times sake." She grabs his hand in his and walks to his car.

They stopped by the grocery store to buy some ingredients for the home-cooked lasagna that she was planning to make for him, it was the least she could do while she stayed at his place for the time being.

"So what have you been up to lately—besides being Historial geek?" She teases him, as she places the cooked Lasagna at the table, setting down reaching for the wine bottle that Alaric handed her. Pouring herself a glass and his as well.

"I've been keeping myself busy, taking care of the kids, and such." He sighs, not wanting into too deep with the whole responsibilities he has acquired from his dead girlfriend's passing. It was a promise to Jenna that he wanted to keep, even if it meant he'll look after Jeremy and Elena. No matter what they needed his support and guidance more than ever. "It's been difficult—but I think in the long run I'll be able to look back and know what I'm doing is for the greater good."

"Didn't you want kids at some point? Now you have two teenagers to look after." She said, giving him a pointed look. "I'm sorry for your loss Ric, I'm sure she's a lovely woman and she would want you to be happy." She places her hand over his to comfort him, seeing the sadness in his eyes. He places the other hand on top of hers. "Now—let's continue getting shit faced!" She announced to change the heavy subject in which he was truly grateful for.

"You mean...let me begin getting shit faced." He smirked at her. "I'm more fun to hang around rather than that other dude at the bar—and you know it."

She shook her head at him as she cut a piece of lasagna on her place, taking a fork full into her mouth and moaning in delight as the delicious flavor hit her taste buds. "Mmm...mmm...my home cooking never disappoints, thank my Grams for that." She raised a brow at him.

"Thank god, she didn't leave you hopeless in the kitchen." He mocked and when she playfully glared at him, he chuckled at her hidden dismay. "Ah, c'mon you know I'm right."

She stuck her tongue at him and took another serving of her food. They spend the rest of the night catching up with one another, laughing through their drunken haze.

While his friend was in town Alaric had decided to keep his distance from the Gilberts just to have the sense of normality before his life was filled with the supernatural concept of things. It was nice to have. Knowing it was good while it lasted, he finds himself reminiscing back in the days where everything was normal and not hunting down vampires or having a psychotic ex-wife on the loose.

"Hey Ric." Elena greeted as Alaric entered the Gilbert home and appeared in the kitchen. "Haven't seen you in a few days…"

"I had an old friend in town and I needed some time away…" he admitted. "How's the search going with the whole bloodlines?" He sat down at the kitchen bar and eyed Elena as she made breakfast.

Elena sighed. "It's a dead end…" she looked at him in the eye. "We would have been close...if that Original—Kol, didn't kill our one lead." She huffed and turned back to flipping the bacon.

"What do you mean you guys were close?" Alaric questioned as he stared at the back of her head wondering what he had missed while he was gone and them out of town.

Jeremy flops down onto the stool next to Alaric. "It means—there's a dead-end because my friend killed their only lead."

"Hey!...you're back!" Alaric mused and gave Jeremy a hug.

"He's not your friend, Jer." Elena sighed as she placed two plates filled with eggs, bacon, and pancakes in front of them. "He even told you himself… and I quote: 'We're not buds' end quote." Jeremy rolled his eyes at his sister's failed attempt to do a British accent.

"I still think he's putting up a front because you and Damon were there, and explain why he didn't hurt me but he kicked your asses?" Jeremy countered, sick of his older sister's attitude.

"Wait… when you were in Denver, you made friends with an Original?" Alaric asked, chewing on his pancake. Elena sat across from them with a plate of her own and a glass of orange juice in hand.

"Yeah, I did... But I didn't know he was a vampire… let alone an Original…" Jeremy defended himself looking at his sister, who just rolled her eyes at him.

"That's strange… maybe he's really trying to be your friend…" Alaric looked down on his plate finishing the last of his food. "But then again, don't ever let your guard down around them—I heard he's pretty unpredictable and bloodthirsty."

"Ugh! Not you too, c'mon Ric. You sounded like you were on my side for a minute then you wanted to play Switzerland." Jeremy scowled, getting up to place his plate into the sink. He grabbed his school bag and headed towards the door. "I'm walking…" He said and slammed the door.

"Just ignored him, he's having a hard time coping with what happened in Denver," Elena explained when she saw the amusement in Alaric's face when he turned back from watching Jeremy leave the house.

"What happened in Denver that upset him?" Alaric gave her a pointed look, she signed again and explained what went down in Denver, from finding Jeremy to Kol appearing with a girl named Odette and compelling her to forget to end up at a dead end. "I understand. That would upset anyone if they have to watch someone they cared about to forget them completely." Elena frowns and continues to eat her breakfast before she and Alaric head to the school for the day.

As Jeremy walks to the entrance of Mystic Falls High the hair on the back of his neck stands as he felt like he was being watched, making him look over his shoulders—but there's no one there. He shakes his head and continues to walk towards the school building. Sometimes he wishes he was still in Denver, away from this town and away from his sister, he may love Elena but the leash of this so-called 'protection' she's being enforced onto him has been suffocating and it's becoming overbearing.

It shouldn't have been like this… Elena needs to learn to trust him...She can't always expect him to be in the dark because she felt the need to protect him from the supernatural world. When he's already knee-deep into it.

"He's dead. He went all looney and then BOOM! Killed everyone with a gas piped explosion." The blonde explained to the rest of them. "I told you he's a crazy man, I don't think we should have trusted the guy to do some of our dirty work for us."

"This is why we do things our way...without outsiders who want to play wannabe Van Helsing." The other man countered as though to mock the strategy of their leader who stood there in silence. "At least get one of us to do that task and now we've kinda held a step back."

The sound of footsteps hitting the wooden floors caught their attention in mid-bicker, turning around to face the pretty brunette who's staring at them with disappointment. She stops just a few inches from the group with her hands on her hips. Even with her small frame, she holds great authority over others. That's what her father would have wanted for her, to be a leader among them—but for now the dark-skinned man was the decoy leader in her place. She had another role to play and it wasn't the time yet, to reclaim her actual role among them.

"Really Conner? You thought that was the best idea to follow through? Now, we have no choice but to speed up this process." The petite woman reprimanded as she stared at him in disbelief. "We will send the message… at the memorial of the fallen and our dear old friend, Pastor Young."

"Hell Yeah!—We're finally gonna get some action here!" The blonde grins at the woman in front of them, he walks over to her and places his arm around her shoulders. "You know you're my favorite right?" He said as he brushed his fingers against her cheek, in which she then slapped it away from her face and pulled away from him.

"Cut that shit out, Galen." She glared at him, turning around to walk towards the way she came in but she was stopped when a hand grabbed her wrist.

"Hey! Don't do anything rash—Or alone." She turns her head to look at Conner who stopped her in her tracks. "We're all in this together! You can't just go in there gun blazing."

Her hard stare softens as she lets out a sigh of frustration. "I'm not...I'm going to cool my head for the time being." She said, as she removed his hand around her wrist. "Conner, we can't make any more mistakes...and you know that."

Conner watches as she leaves them in silence from her departure, he lets out his own sigh of frustration and shakes his head to turn around to his other members.

"She sure is a handful—isn't she?" Galen smirks at him.

"Don't start Galen." Conner poured himself a drink at the bar on the other side of the room, knocking back the contents of his glass. "I don't understand her sometimes…"

"She's a mystery, just part of her nature I guess...But you know she had always had our backs when it comes to it." Galen placed his hand onto Conner's shoulder squeezing it lightly as a reassuring gesture. "Everything should fall into place…we have to trust her."

"Let's hope that's the case…" Conner glanced his way before refilling his glass.

Memorial Service, At Mystic Falls Church

The community of Mystic Falls had gathered to mourn the loss of innocent people that had lost their lives due to the hands of a psychotic, Pastor Young, he was a man filled with hatred for the supernaturals, especially the vampires that had been terrorizing the people of Mystic Falls. In the end, his life had paid the price for the lives he had taken, this was a sign that they needed.

"We have gathered here today to honor the memory of…" The Pastor began, he has spoken words to honor the loss, music plays as their tunes that celebrate their passing when the music dies down. The Pastor invited anyone who would like to speak on their memories of their loved ones whether they were family, friends, or neighbors. It was what brought this community together.

When it was April Young's turn to speak she was nowhere to be found and so Elena had volunteered to go in her place. She was still overwhelmed by her new and heightened senses as a newborn vampire. It was a struggle, just standing there at the podium in front of so many humans—beating hearts, the flow of their blood rushing through their veins and sweat that makes their scents more potent.

"Do you smell that?" Caroline asked. Tyler looks over his shoulder then turning his attention back to her. "Blood…" He whispered.

"Nobody move…Don't turn around it's a trap." Damon warns the others as his blue eyes roam what's in front of him next to Stefan.

Conner held his sniper in front of him as he pointed it towards the line of sight of Elena standing on the podium, struggling to focus on her speech.

"I am…" Elena said as she tried to think coherent thoughts but the scent of blood had replenished the air around them causing Elena to visibly struggle to contain herself and the bloodlust in front of everyone—she eyes the blood dripping from the church balcony near the exit as it drips into the basin of holy water, making her stop in mid-sentence of her given, yet improvised speech. Stefan left Damon's side as he saw Elena's struggles and decided to get on the stage and escort Elena back into her seat besides Matt and Jeremy who sent their concern looks her way.

"Please turn to page 32 in your handbook." The Pastor said as he took over for Elena and gestured to everyone to stand for another song to begin—everyone stood up and the choir began singing.

"Conner! What are you doing?! I told you the girl is off-limits." The brunette hissed next to him on the opposite side from bleeding April, giving him an accused look.

"Not. Right. Now." He hissed back at her, knowing the vampires can hear them—as he continued to scope out Elena who was holding onto Stefan, struggling to handle her bloodlust.

The woman next to him placed her hand over the scope blocking his sight away from the exchange between Matt and Elena, looking up glaring at the girl.

"We can't do this here, right now…" He said in frustration, not liking the way she's using her authority against him. "Can this wait?" He eyed her with such impatience.

"If you listened to me then I wouldn't have this talk with you—right now." She glares at him, he pulls his sniper barrel away from her grasp and points his scope towards Tyler who had come up the stage to say a few words.

Damon and Stefan looked at one another due to the exchange of words between the unknown individuals above them that's been setting the trap to expose their kind. They seem to be not on the same page with each other—which made the brothers furrow their brows in confusion. 'What could the woman possibly want with Elena? Let alone, why is Elena off-limits?' That, they couldn't understand.

"Excuse me, I'd like to say a few words about Pastor Young." Tyler began, as everyone sat back into their seats. "Back in first grade—I was a brat that couldn't be bothered with team sports, didn't care much about anything that didn't affect me—but he was the one who made me understand how important it is to be part of a team. A community, and giving yourself up—" Tyler was interrupted with a wooden stake penetrating his chest cavity making him turn around and fall onto the ground causing everyone in the memorial to panic, duck, and cover from the sound of fire going off.

"Tyler!" Caroline screamed as she got up and rushed toward him, along with Carol—while everyone else exited the vicinity, not wanting to take any chances of being shot from the unknown shooter.

Conner got up and left the balcony along with brunette fuming behind him, they made it down the stairs in a rush, to get to the back of the church, where he parked his truck. The brunette gets into the passenger seat while Conner sits at the driver's side.

Before he could start the engine of the truck, the door was ripped open from the hinges at his side and was thrown out of it by a very angry Damon—landing onto his back Conner manager to pull out his pistol and shoots him multiple times with wooden bullets, then Damon grips his pistol tossing it away from them.

The brunette made her way towards the fight and whipped the vervain soaked ropes around Damon's neck catching him off guard, hissing as she held him against her with her unnatural strength—making it a perfect opportunity for Conner to grab the pistol once more.

Stefan called out for his brother, making Conner stop what he was about to do to Damon and pointed his gun at the brunette, before she could react, he shots her at the shoulder and her chest. Her grip on the ropes loosens as she fell onto the ground, out cold. Damon stumbled back and fell onto the brunette—as Conner took his opportunity to jump into his truck, booked it as he left the scene in a hurry.

"Damon!" Stefan yells as he sees his brother on the ground laying on top of an unconscious woman underneath him. "Are you okay? I told you not to provoke them! Or expose us!"

"I'm...trying to fix this issue...before it gets...out of hand…" Damon hissed as he tries to sit up and Stefan helps steady him onto his feet.

"Damon...who's that?" Stefan asked as he pointed at the brunette that's laying on the ground beside them.

"Who's wha—" Damon turns around to look at the direction where his brother is pointing at. He looked at the unconscious woman in bewilderment. "Oh—You have got to be—fucking—kidding me!"

"What Damon?" Stefan gave him a confused look. "So...you know who she is?"

"Yeah...She's the girl I compelled for Elena back in Denver…" Damon confessed. "But it turns out she wasn't really compelled now—isn't she…" He mused.

He frowns as Stefan throws the woman onto his shoulders. "Maybe she can help us with who that guy was—and why are they working together." Stefan offered, suggesting that killing this woman now would lead them to another dead end.

"Fine...but make sure to tie the bitch up, we don't know what other tricks she has on her sleeves." Damon chided him, before they blurred out of there, heading to the boarding house.