"Hello brother," Damon says sardonically at the door. Stefan stumbles in disheveled. He has blood on his clothes and he's muttering the same sentence over and over again.
"She turned me," he said.
"When Stefan?"
"Hours ago. She made me... I... I ripped... I," he struggled frantically.
"I know Stefan. Everything is going to be okay."
"How Damon? I'm a monster now, I'm dead!"
"Trust me Stefan. I can fix this."
I know what he means. He means going to Nova Scotia. The only problem with that is the vampire entombment. We have to talk to Emily before Katherine gets back into town.
I race up the stairs looking in every room. Finally I find her in the Library, "Emily," I start.
"Elena, to what do I owe the pleasure," she says looking up from her grimoire.
"You know where I am from. You know that I know what you are planning on doing and that's why I need you to stop. Don't do it. Don't go through with it," I begin.
"Elena, they won't hurt anyone. They will be entombed," she says.
"But they can escape. In my reality, Katherine turned Damon and he got Bonnie Bennet to open the tomb. He let out droves of starving vampires and if he wouldn't have done it, Anna would have."
"But Damon won't turn. And he won't look for Katherine because he has you. Pearl won't be in the tomb, because of your moonstone," she says.
"No. She won't. But the other vampires she cares about will be, and she won't stop until they are out. We need to kill them, Damon and I can do it," I say.
Emily stands up and walks over worried, "How Elena, you will die. You aren't stronger or faster than twenty-seven vampires. The only thing that can kill that many, is another vampire."
"You're right. Do you trust me Emily?"
"I do but-"
"But nothing, leave it to me."