Okay, really short chapter this one. I changed my plan again and skipped the Episode I originally wanted to do, so here's the second Vampire Diaries Episode. It will sometimes jump from Supernatural to Vampire Diaries, so the next Chapter will be another Supernatural Episode but then there will be quite a few TVD Episodes.

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'Ray I need your help. This is me praying very officially… Please? I'll even give you a bottle of that Bourbon you like so much,' Damon's voice echoed through my head. I was currently curled up next to Gabriel, watching some chick flick movie. As soon as I heard the voice, I shot up in alarm. Damon never prayed. Never.

"Sama? What's wrong?" my brother's concerned voice cut through my panicked thoughts.

I took a deep breath and blinked up at him "A friend of mine just prayed to me for help."

"The vampire?" Gabe frowned "He's the only one who knows about you, isn't he?"

"Yeah," I nodded "I have to… I have to go. Sorry, Gabe…"

The older Archangel waved my apology off "Go. It might actually be more interesting for you than the movie. Don't think I didn't notice you falling asleep."

"Sorry, brother. I'm not a romance person," I grinned sheepishly "I'll see you soon." With that and a beat of my wings, I was at the Salvatore Boarding House. I drew back into a shadow, watching the happenings for a moment. Contrary to the Winchester brothers, I never walked into a situation I didn't know about. Well, almost never.

"Morning sunshine," a wolf grinned, walking to stand in front of Damon. The vampire was chained to a chair with a wooden piked metal collar around his neck. Wow… Someone had gone to great lengths for that. I was almost impressed "I saw this movie once, some torture porn flick. Anyway, they had this collar device that was really cool, so I just modified it some with some wooden nails and when I pull…" He pulled at the ends of the chains, making Damon groan as the spikes inserted themselves into his neck.

A female werewolf stepped forward "So I hear you have the moonstone," she remarked, drawing closer to Damon with two others following her. Five? I could take care of five… That didn't seem too bad of a situation. From my point of view that was.

Damon laughed weakly and slurred "Oh, if you only knew the irony of this moment right now. Let me tell you how this is gonna go. You're gonna torture me, I don't talk, someone loses a heart. Last time, it was your boy Mason."

The torture porn guy wrapped the chains around his hands, ready to pull at any given time, while the woman inched closer to the vulnerable vampire "This time, it'll be you." She looked at the male and nodded. He pulled on the chain again, impaling Damon's neck.

I winced and slipped into his mind carefully, easing his pain a bit 'I'm here, Damon. Do you have a plan or should I do my thing?'

'Wait. I want to know what Jules is going to do first,' he breathed back 'Glad you're here though.'

"You know what the great thing about buckshot is?" Jules questioned rhetorically "It scatters through the body. Maximum damage." Damon looked up at her with feigned intrigue and a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Where's the moonstone?"

The vampire rolled his eyes "Get over it, honey. You're never gonna get it."

"Looking for this?" a new voice cut in. My head whipped over to the door and I saw someone I hadn't seen in ages. Sure, he looked different with his shorter hair but it was undoubtedly the same person… Elijah Mikaelson, second oldest and one of the five Original vampires. He was leaning against a banister casually, twirling what I assumed was the moonstone in his hand. After a second of everyone staring at each other, Elijah strolled down the stairs and placed the stone on an end table, backing away several steps "Go ahead. Take it."

One of the werewolves used his speed to rush towards the moonstone but Elijah, being quicker, plunged his hand into the wolf's chest, ripping out his heart. I took that as my signal, stepping out of the shadow with my Blade drawn. The Original meanwhile had killed two more of the wolves, so I strolled towards the one who had hurt Damon "Now, what to do about you?" I mused, looking over at Damon "You know, I was intrigued when you actually decided to pray for me, Damon… It's a bit disappointing really to see that you were subdued by five little wolves after all the trouble I went through with training you."

"Shut up, Ray," the vampire snarked "Just get me out of this fucking chair already."

I rolled my eyes at his impatience, quickly stabbing the remaining werewolf in the throat "For that comment I should leave you chained," I snorted in amusement, looking down at the vampire with a smirk "But since I'm nice…" With a snap of my finger, the heavy iron chains disappeared completely along with the collar "Don't say I never did anything for you."

"Who are you?" Elijah frowned, flashing to stand next to me.

I smirked "I'm surprised you don't remember me. After all, we met quite a few times at different Balls and parties over the course of the last – what? – ten centuries?"

"Stop it, Ray," Damon chided lightly, pulling me into a welcoming hug "Ray, this is Elijah. Elijah… Samael."

"If her name is Samael why do you call her Ray?" the Original questioned, eyeing me with no small amount of curiosity and even a hint of recognition.

"Because he met me as Ray. It's the name I am known as in the Hunter's community," I told him lightly "Now, I believe I was promised a bottle of Bourbon? Actually no, never mind that. What's that moonstone for? I can feel it from here and it… itches."

"Itches?" the younger of the two vampires blinked "How?"

I tapped him on the head lightly "You forget who I am. While I'm not the one with an expertise in magic, I know enough that that thing is juiced up and ready to do something. I'm just not particularly sure if I should let it happen."

"What are you talking about?" Damon demanded but I only had eyes for the Original who help my gaze without changing his expression. I was somewhat impressed by the determination I saw in his eyes. That didn't mean that I would turn a blind eye to whatever he was planning though "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

"I have no reason to, do I?" he shot back, a small smile curling at his lips.

I inclined my head "Too true." I bent down to clean my Archangel blade on the dead wolf's shirt, making it shine in the light of the chandelier "Was there something else I can do for you? I was watching a really boring and pointless movie with my brother and I'd like to get back to it before he forces me to watch another."

Damon snorted "What movie?"

"I believe it was Titanic?" I shrugged "It doesn't matter though. It's horrible and I would gladly smite myself or Celine Dion. Hmh. Would be an interesting way to use time travel, don't you think?"

"You're joking," my friend laughed "What's so bad about the movie or the song?"

I waved my hands around a bit "Have you ever heard it before? I'm serious, Damon… Gabriel knows how to torture me and sadly, he likes it."

"Oh, go on then," he muttered "But I reserve the right to call you back any time."

"And I reserve the right not to come. I'm still a Hunter, Damon. I have quite a bit of work to do."

Damon nodded thoughtfully "Like H. H. Holmes' spirit?"

"Exactly," I nodded "It was still awesome to meet him although I could have done without the murderous tendencies…"

The Original had followed our conversation with a bemused look "Holmes? America's first Serial Killer?"

I grinned at him "Yup. It appears as if he murdered people even after he died. We trapped him in cement in the sewers of Philadelphia."

"Interesting," Elijah mused "Anyway, I will take my leave now as it appears as if my work is done." He tilted his head at Damon "You realize this is the third time I've saved your life now?"

My head snapped to my friend as the Original blurred away "That I have to hear."