Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
Warning lots of smut.
Elena knew the sun was pouring in through the bedroom window as she woke, even though she hadn't even opened her eyes to the world. Not ready to get up, Elena rolled over only to find an obstacle in her path. Opening her eyes she looked up and saw the pale white skin and raven hair of Damon laying fast asleep on his back, his left arm tucked behind his head. Elena smiled, it reminded her of the time Damon had woken her up to take her to Chicago to find Stefan. Damon had lain there all glorious in black, looking extremely hot for first thing in the morning, although that was not a surprise, he always looked hot. However that was nothing compared to how he looked now. His face was completely relaxed with just a hint of a smile, the serious expression which usually clouded his face were gone. Instead it was replaced by an innocent boyish look, which was what she assumed must have been closer to how he had appeared when he was human.
She thought back to the previous day when Rebekah had compelled her to think back to when she'd started seeing him as her future, when she'd first began to notice him as anything other than Stefan's older and more annoying brother. It hadn't been a shock when the compulsion triggered the memory of when they danced together at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant the previous year. He'd looked amazing in his black suit, having almost every woman in the audience practically drooling over him, however it was when he took her in his arms and they began dancing together when that defining moment happened for her. For nights after, he'd plagued her dreams, in them, after they'd finished the dance, he'd taken her some place private where they'd make out, his hands traveling up her legs, but she always woke at that moment, all hot and turned on.
What had surprised her about the previous day's revelations, was when Rebekah had compelled her to remember when she first saw a future for herself and Damon, the moment she first loved him, the way someone loves their partner as opposed to a friend. She'd assumed it had been around the time they went to Denver, but the memory was much further back, back to a time when she was technically still with Stefan. It was her eighteenth birthday, and they'd been standing in front of the mirror together as he placed Stefan's necklace around her neck. Her feelings were something that had been locked away in her subconscious, and she hadn't even become aware of it herself until Rebekah had compelled her. It comforted her to think she'd finally found her way into the arms of the man she truly loved. Her and Stefan were never meant to be, and this was her proof. She would withhold this information until she needed to use it. For Damon it would be his reassurance that her love for him was real and not in any way related to vampirism. For Stefan it would be her way of telling him that her change of heart had nothing to do with vampirism but her feelings prior to her change. She suspected it was her trying to rekindle her romance with Stefan and not the vampirism which had finally opened her eyes to her true feelings for Damon. Stefan had felt childish and wrong compared to her being used to being around Damon. Human or vampire, sooner or later, she'd have inevitably left Stefan for Damon.
Looking down at him now, instead of him being all dressed in black, like he had been that day woken her to take her to Chicago, he was completely naked, just covered at the waist by the comforter, and he looked glorious. He was probably the only man in the whole world who could make a pale white chest look unbelievably sexy. Just looking at him like that turned her on. Out of curiosity, she began to wonder how he'd feel about them reliving her Miss Mystic Falls pageant fantasy, him in his suit, her in her pageant dress, maybe locked in a closet somewhere. Even better if there were people close by, or at least the possibility of them getting caught. The thought that she was going to try and persuade him to go ahead with her fantasy shocked her and turned her on even more. With Damon she could be bold and free, she was sure he'd be up for something a little more interesting. He'd told her the first time they met that she wanted passion, adventure and a little danger, well now was the time to start exploring that side of her.
Right at this moment though, she'd settle for licking every inch of his delectable chest. His nipples were looking particularly appetizing for sucking and biting. Unable to resist, Elena gently ran her hands up and down his chest, paying special attention to the area around his treasure trail, as her lips made contact with the nipple closest to her, she swirled her tongue around it, eliciting a moan from Damon's mouth, who she knew would soon wake, as she could see his member becoming more erect by the moment, matching her own arousal as she was getting wetter and wetter for him every time her tongue came into contact with him and she could taste him, bringing back the memories of when she'd tasted his blood the previous night.
They'd discussed blood sharing and had decided the moment had to be right for them, they weren't in a casual relationship, they wanted their first time to be special as they both viewed it as a kind of commitment, although there was never any question of them being together for anything less than eternity, but the first time needed to be special and romantic. First thing in a morning in her bed was not what she considered romantic, and she doubted that Damon would either. However, she desperately wanted him, maybe a little bit more than just making love but definitely not a hard fuck, they hadn't gone down that road yet, and she was very much looking forward to it, but not now, her bed wouldn't withstand two vampires fucking with all of their might. They'd need Damon's bed for that, she suspected he'd had it built specially with that in mind. For now Elena just needed him to help her relieve her state of arousal, she suspected making him come would be enough for her right now, she'd have no problems getting off on that.
Elena moved over so that she could pay attention to his other nipple, her hands running all over his chest, loving the taste of him and just the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. Suddenly she felt Damon run his fingers through her hair, signaling he was awake. As much as Elena wanted to look up at him and gaze into his beautiful blue eyes, she couldn't tear herself away from what she was doing, he tasted too good. Elena gently took his nipple between her blunt teeth and teased it as she moved her hand down to his member, she desperately needed to hold him, touch him, give him pleasure.
"Oh fuck..." she heard him moan huskily as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to gently pump as her mouth continued to explore his nipples. Elena felt Damon kiss the back of her head as his free arm moved across her back and lacing his hand in hers, guiding her hand up and down his member.
Elena glanced over at their joint effort at giving him a hand job, the effect on fueled her desire for him and getting her even wetter. Damon unlaced his fingers and ran them down her back until he came to her behind, stroking her buttocks before urging her onto her knees. Elena continued what she was doing but obliged to Damon's request, wondering what he had in mind. She didn't have to wait long as Damon licked his fingers and began stroking her core from behind, before inserting a single finger, almost sending Elena straight into an orgasm in the process, as he began to gently pump his finger inside of her from the unusual angle, whilst continuing to stroke her hair with the other hand.
The sheer pleasure of their activities caused Elena's eyes to tingle, the blood rushed to the veins as she struggled to keep her fangs from elongating and began to lose control. One of her canines caught Damon's chest and scratched it, causing it to bleed. Damon hissed with pleasure whilst she licked up the blood as the wound quickly healed. Damon must have understood that she might lose control and give into her desires, as he lifted her up from him at vamp-speed and was behind her within half a second, maneuvering her so she was face down into a pillow on her knees and he was perched on the bed behind her.
Damon stroked her butt cheeks before parting them and blowing into the entrance of her core, as his tongue followed suit, the sensation sending Elena spiraling into orbit. Unable to control the blood lust, the tingling in the veins around Elena's eyes almost matched the experience she was feeling in her core, her fangs now fully elongated, she was too far gone to be able to retract them, even if she tried, her only option was to bury her head in the pillow as she knew the moment she looked at Damon, she'd want his blood, but not for food, it was just for desire, if a human walked past now with a gaping wound, she wouldn't be interested, only Damon could quench her thirst. She could still taste him in her mouth, giving her a connection with him that was beyond human and every time his tongue touched her body, especially when he sank it inside her core, the taste of him was heightened, and it was delicious.
The heat began pooling in the pit of Elena's stomach as she felt the familiar signs pointing towards the building up to her orgasm. Damon was tongue fucking her and massaging her clit with his finger at the same time, contributing to the heat of her core building up to what she thought was going to be an exploding point, when suddenly Damon changed what he was doing, slipping his head underneath her and sucking on her nub as he inserted three fingers. The orgasm that ripped through her was unlike any other. Like the last time he'd used his mouth on her like this, the contractions in her boiling hot core seemed to go on forever, however the blood lust was making it even more powerful.
"Argh...Damon...Fuck!" Elena screamed as she buried her head in the pillow, biting and screaming as the hot spasms took over her core, and similar erotic sensations tingled through the veins around her eyes, lust and blood lust overtook her, until she collapsed. This time however, Damon allowed her to come down from her high before he climbed up next to her with a grin on his face.
"Am I safe?" he asked laughing as he looked at the remains of the pillow Elena had destroyed, leaving goose feathers flying around in the air. Elena laughed, realizing her face was back to normal.
"That was unbelievable!" she gasped stunned. "Did you know that was going to happen?" she asked.
"Nope." Damon replied. "That didn't happen to me the one time I tried it, but as I said before, it wasn't with someone who I had an emotional connection to. I'm guessing when you do, it's different. I just hope that's not what you were planing on doing to my neck." he frowned as he stroked his hand up the side of Elena's body and kissed Elena's shoulder.
"Of course not." Elena laughed. "I wanted to drink your blood, but the fact that I couldn't was why I did that to the pillow." she glanced over at the feathers. "But I would have bitten you." she admitted. "You made me lose control."
"Good." Damon smirked, causing Elena to frown as he pushed her on her back. "The best sex in the world is when you lose control." his voice turned seductive."But not here, your bedroom is a little too fragile." he winked as his mouth descended upon hers and they began kissing frantically. Damon rolled over so that he was on top of Elena, who spread her legs to allow him to slowly push his erect member inside her, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
Damon was not in the mood for slow and leisurely making love. Seeing Elena go wild and all vamped out had had a significant effect on him and it was one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen, especially from the position he'd been in, seeing her dripping wet core, and knowing it was all about her wanting him. He'd desperately wanted her for nearly a year and now she was his. Damon was particularly pleased with himself as he knew that Stefan never had the effect on her like he did. He'd overheard them making love many times, and it had seemed tame. Elena had the potential to be a wildcat, yet Stefan had never picked up on that.
So far, they'd only made love, but this time, neither of them were in the mood for it, however Damon suspected Elena's bed was not strong enough for more vigorous activities, Damon thought fast before he had an idea. Pulling out of her he picked her up and carried her over to the bathroom, placing her down on her feet facing the mirror.
"What are you doing?" she asked frowning.
"Improvising." he grinned, as he nudged her legs apart from behind her, before bending his knees and inserting his member inside her entrance.
Elena gasped as she pushed her hips back for him to access her at a deeper angle, bending her own knees slightly, her hands gripping the vanity unit. Damon held onto her hips to ensure they were at the right angle so he wouldn't slide out as the position was slightly awkward, however the image in front of him was such a turn on that it was worth it. He began to slowly thrust, guiding her hips to meet his as they watched themselves in the mirror. Damon moved his free hand over one of Elena's breasts and began to massage it, pinching her nipple, causing it to from merely pebbling to being as hard as a rock.
The view in front of them both was as erotic as it could get. They stared into the eyes of each other through the mirror, gauging how much pleasure they were both gaining from and giving each other from what they were doing. Realizing that as amazing as it looked and felt, the position was slightly awkward and run the risk of Damon sliding out, Elena straightened out her back to make it almost horizontal and pushed her hips upwards, forcing Damon to take a couple of steps back, providing him better access for deeper penetration.
As soon as Damon thrust inside after the adjustment, Elena found she had discovered her new favorite position. The angle was perfect and he was touching inside parts of her body that had never been touched, causing her to moan loudly in pleasure.
"God you're beautiful." Damon moaned, as he moved her hair to one side and kissed her back whilst increasing the pace of his thrusting. Elena felt a small scratch where Damon had kissed her and the smell of her own blood filled the air, followed by the sensation of Damon's tongue licking the blood from the small wound he'd made on her back. Elena lifted her head as high as she could so she could see Damon's face vamp out whilst he fucked her, as all she'd wanted since she woke was to watch him come. Now however, she wanted more, she wanted him to to feel the pleasure she'd just experienced from tasting his blood. She knew he could control himself more than she could, so she didn't have to worry about him ripping into her jugular, although the thought of it turned her on even more.
Throughout all of this, Elena watched Damon's vamped out face alternating his gaze between looking at her through the mirror and watching the action of his shaft himself thrusting in and out of her, whilst he panted and moaned more and more loudly. The visual of seeing Damon so turned on, the veins protruding around his eyes and the sound of his moans sent the heat straight to Elena's core, and the sight of his vampire features combined with the smell of blood prompted her own veins begin to tingle once again around her eyes. With all of the sensations running wild in her body, Elena knew she wasn't going to last much longer.
"Harder." she begged, as Damon bent over slightly, enabling him to reach her clit and began massaging it, whilst he upped the pace of his thrusting and Elena matched it with hers. With less warning than usual, Elena's orgasm took over and began ripping through her body. "Damon...fuck...don't stop." she begged as she began contracting around his member, heat searing through her entire core, so much she expected to set them both on fire.
Damon had been holding back, waiting for her as he thrust even harder for a few seconds as her core began to milk his shaft, practically begging him to come. His body willingly obliged as he felt his balls tighten, the veins around his eyes mimicking the heat he felt along his member. Damon threw his head back and growled as he released his seed inside her. His head dropping so that he could look at them through the mirror, their faces vamped out as they both had an expression of unadulterated pain and bliss all rolled into one.
A few moments had passed as they both recovered from their restrained fucking before Damon pulled out of her and they stood up, Elena pressing her back against his chest whilst Damon wrapped is arms around her waist.
"I love you." he whispered into Elena's ear as he began nibbling her earlobe and kissing her neck, all the while his eyes never left hers as they stared at each other through their reflections in the mirror. Elena momentarily closed her eyes in pleasure before turning around to face Damon and cupping his face.
"I love you too." Elena smiled back as she kissed him chastely on the lips. "Can I stay over at yours tonight?" she asked.
"Sure." Damon smiled back, giving her a suspicious look. "You wanting to test the sturdiness of my bed?" he asked smugly.
"Well, I was thinking about something Rebekah said yesterday, and I think your place would be a more appropriate location to do this." she grinned.
"Rebekah?" Damon asked, suddenly looking worried.
"It's nothing too kinky." Elena laughed, realizing Damon had possibly been involved in a threesome with Rebekah and Sage and, she suspected he might be thinking she might be planning on something daring. "It was just that she reminded me of a dream I used to have about you, and I'd kinda like to act it out if you don't mind." she lowered her head, almost embarrassed to divulge her secret.
"You had a secret sexual fantasy about me?" Damon leaned back to look at her inquisitively. "When did this happen?" he asked intrigued.
"After we danced at the pageant." Elena admitted shyly prompting Damon to open his eyes wide with shock, his jaw practically dropping to the floor.
"But you were still with Stefan." he clarified as Elena nodded. "Okay, what happened in this fantasy of yours?" he asked gently, trying not to put her off whatever she was about to suggest.
"In my dream, we were dancing like we did. Then afterwards, instead of you pulling me to one side because of Stefan, you'd pull me into the downstairs bathroom, and we'd be making out whilst everyone was still around. You were stroking your hand up my leg under my dress and then I always woke up." she pouted.
"That's when you woke up?" Damon asked, sounding disappointed. "That's all that happened and it got you worked up?" Elena nodded, embarrassed. "Well if we play out this little fantasy of yours, I hope you don't mind me taking it a little further." he asked.
Elena shook her head. "That's what I'm hoping. I always woke up and never found out what happened next." she smiled demurely.
"Well, we'll take your dress to mine. We'll get the mark completed. Take Jeremy to Matt's. I'll make sure Stefan is out and we can reenact the dance, exactly how you want it." Damon said quietly as he tucked Elena's hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek, before kissing her passionately on the lips. "Time for a shower I think." he said pulling away. "You in the mood for conserving water?" he asked with a smirk on his face as he reached over and turned the nozzle for the shower.
"Did you even need to ask?" Elena grinned.
As Stefan was finishing his hair after his morning shower in his bathroom, he began to wonder if he'd done the right thing in asking Rebekah helping him find the cure. His fears were compounded when he walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom to get a shirt out of his closet, when he heard a noise which prompted him to stop and turn around, only to see Rebekah reading his diary on his bed.
Stefan purposefully coughed, mimicking the sound of clearing his throat "I know you were, uh, daggered for a little while, but, uh, knocking is still a thing." he said sarcastically.
"So is writing in your diary apparently." Rebekah said looking up at him. "I'm just checking for doubts. You can never be too cautious when it comes to love. One minute, you're begging me to compel Elena from your mind, and the next, I'm up coffin creek with a dagger in my back." she smiled, before returning her gaze to the pages in front of her.
"Right. Well, you can read it all you want. I'm done with her." Stefan shrugged.
"Until we find the cure, right?" Rebekah asked in a bored tone before turning another page, as she was met by a wall of deafening silence whilst Stefan poured himself a drink. "Hey, I'm talking to you." Rebekah snapped as she closed his journal.
"Oh, I know you are. I'm ignoring you." Stefan smirked.
"Look, we're at a bit of a disadvantage in this whole race for the cure." Rebekah said getting up. "Team Klaus has the hunter, team Shane has Bonnie the witch-" she went on.
"If you're here to remind me of our last place status, I'm very well aware." Stefan interrupted her.
"Actually I have a plan." Rebekah told Stefan, grabbing his attention."The cure is buried with Silas, that ancient evil guy my brother Kol is afraid of." she explained. "Shane was so eager to prove his existence that he gave away that he has one of the keys to resurrecting him, his headstone." she smiled smugly.
"I see. You wanna steal it." Stefan asked, impressed with Rebekah's idea as she nodded back.
"Yes, and then Team Shane will have to join Team Rebekah, and Team Klaus will be left out in the cold where he belongs." Rebekah told him proudly. "What do you think?" she asked.
"I like it." Stefan nodded. "Just one thing, how and when do you plan on finding it?" he asked.
"Don't worry, I've got it covered, its all been taken care of." Rebekah grinned.
Bonnie decided that as much as what she'd done to April had scared her, she needed help in controlling her powers. The problem was that the only person she could turn to for the help she needed, was the person who'd caused her the problems in the first place. That was why, the next day, Bonnie was back at Professor Shane's office, staring at a candle which was lit on his desk. Whatever he was trying to do, Bonnie wasn't sure was working, because she was just as stressed as she been before she got there, and Shane didn't seem to be doing much to help, he just sat at his desk, watching her whilst she tried unsuccessfully to meditate.
"You know, just because your eyes are closed doesn't mean you're meditating. Come on, use your breath." Professor Shane instructed, circulating his hands to imitate breathing, "Use your breath to calm your nerves." he added in a soothing voice.
"Great. So now, I can't even meditate right? What else can I fail?" Bonnie huffed.
"Bonnie, you didn't fail." Professor Shane insisted.
"I did an expression spell that almost killed April." Bonnie cried.
"Exactly! Almost. Failing would have been actually killing her. You got like a...D Minus." Professor Shane joked.
"It's not funny." Bonnie snapped back as the candle ignited, causing Professor Shane to look at Bonnie and then at the candle nervously. "I have all this power now, and I'm worried I won't be able to control it." she said, sounding frightened.
"Bonnie? Look at me." Professor Shane told her as he gently grabbed her hand and stared into her eyes. "I'm here with you. You don't have anything to worry about. You are strong, you are focused. You are in complete control." he said hypnotizing her.
"You're here with me. I'm in complete control." Bonnie replied, calm and relaxed, as the candle's flame matched Bonnie's mood, calming down before going out. However, immediately after that, the calm atmosphere was destroyed as suddenly the door opened and Sheriff Forbes and one of her deputies walked in.
"Sheriff?" Bonnie turned around and looked at Sheriff Forbes confused.
"Bonnie, I'm gonna need you to go." Sheriff Forbes instructed her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Professor Shane asked, surprised by the intrusion.
"We need to ask you a few questions." Sheriff Forbes informed him as her deputy took Professor Shane and pulled him to his feet before handcuffing him, as the Professor laughed in shock.
"Are you serious?" he asked. "I'm sure I can answer without the handcuffs." he told her, before realizing the gravity of the situation. "Come on, this isn't even your jurisdiction." he pleaded.
"Then, I guess we better get you to Mystic Falls ASAP." Sheriff Forbes said snarkily as her deputy dragged Professor Shane out of his office, in front of an angry and confused Bonnie.
"Wait! Why are you doing this?" Bonnie cried.
"That's something you should ask your dad." Sheriff Forbes told her before turning around and walking out of the office leaving Bonnie left standing alone, stunned by what had just taken place in front of her eyes.
Damon, Elena and Jeremy arrived at the Young farm a little just before ten, after picking Jeremy up from Matt's and dropping Elena's blue pageant dress off at the boarding house. Damon's blue mustang pulled up near the old cow shed where Klaus was housing Connor and the newbie vamps ready for him to kill. All three got out of the car to be greeted by Klaus walking quickly towards them.
"About time." Klaus said.
"Told you I'd be here." Damon grumbled. "Just let us get this out of the way so that we can go home."
"We want the same thing." Klaus smiled as he turned to Jeremy and Elena. "You will not leave this place whilst Damon and I are gone, you will not speak to Connor, even if he speaks to you and you will not remember the location of this place after you leave." he compelled them.
"I thought you said no compulsion." Damon said angrily.
"This is for their own good. Connor could trick Elena and kill her, do you want that?" he asked.
"No." Damon said quietly.
"Well then, now that that's all settled, lets be at it." Klaus turned and gestured for them to follow. "All of the facilities you require have been provided for you. Connor is housed safely, he is behind bullet proof glass, so no need to worry about him hurting you or your sister." Klaus told Jeremy. "And as much as I want the image to be perfect, please do be quick, this isn't an exam." he warned.
"Dick!" Jeremy mumbled, prompting Klaus to smile at his audacity, as Elena and Damon followed him to the entrance before they stopped due to Damon having other jobs to attend to.
"Are you going to be okay?" Elena asked, worry etched all over her face.
"I'll be fine." he reassured her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close, whilst she hooked her arms behind Damon's neck.
"You be safe." Elena whispered as she ran her fingers through Damon's hair. "I love you!" she added as she kissed him chastely on the lips.
Damon pressed his forehead against hers. "I love you too!" he smiled before he kissed her once more. "I'll be as quick as I can, I promise." he reassured her.
"You better, we've got plans for later." she said forcefully, all the while smiling.
"You bet." Damon chuckled as he noticed Klaus out of the corner of his eye approaching them, prompting Damon and Elena to pull away from each other.
"Here!" Klaus handed over a set of keys and a folded piece of paper to Damon, who unfolded it to see a list of bars. He nodded to Elena, who gave him one last kiss and headed into the cow shed to join Jeremy.
"I see you've made a plan." Damon looked at the list, which all came with directions, as they headed away from the cow shed, Damon following Klaus's lead.
"I've also upgraded your transport facilities." Klaus smiled smugly as they walked around the corner of the now blown up house to the drive where he saw a bus parked which he hadn't noticed on his way into the ranch.
"Ooh goody." Damon grimaced. "I've always wanted to be a bus driver. Do I get a ticket machine?" he added sarcastically.
"I'm taking the other van and grabbing a few people a little more locally so that I can focus on finding out how quickly the mark is growing." Klaus explained. "There's already a few in the compound waiting to complete the transition. By the time I get back, hopefully young Jeremy's artistic work will be complete and we can give Connor some more vampires to kill, I will kill the people who've been fed my blood and by the time they wake Jeremy should have added the additional markings. Those two batches should give me enough of an idea of how many more need turning." he added.
"So you're hoping that I should be able to help finish the mark with one bus load of people?" Damon asked.
"There's already thirty in the compound waiting to complete the transition. Hopefully with your hoard and mine, it should be enough. However I will let you know how many you need." Klaus informed him. Damon shrugged as he began to make his way to the bus before Klaus grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
"What?" Damon asked, turning around to face the Original.
"How is it that she manages to overlook every horrific thing you've ever done? Is it willful ignorance, or perhaps something more pathological?" Klaus asked curiously.
"Some people are just more capable of forgiveness than others. Bet you score about a negative five hundred in that realm." Damon snarked.
"Come on. There must be a secret. There is no sire bond, so what is it?" Klaus probed. "She's a vampire, so it can't be compulsion. Manipulation maybe?" Damon eyed Klaus suspiciously. "What is it you say to her?" Klaus's voice sounded almost desperate as Damon realized what Klaus was really getting at, he wanted advice for his own love life. Damon had to practically stop himself from laughing before trying to give the best answer and actually try and help Klaus. Blondie deserved a taste of her own medicine after the way she'd treat Elena recently.
"I think this has something to do with a certain blonde vampire." Damon said, eyeing Klaus with suspicion. "I think you murdered Carol Lockwood, and I think you're worried that Caroline's never going to forgive you." Damon smiled smugly.
"You've done worse." Klaus said to Damon in an accusatory manner.
"Debatable." Damon shrugged. "See, I don't mind being the bad guy, because somebody has to fill that role and get things done." he explained nonchalantly. "You do bad things for no reason. You do them to be a dick."
"Debatable." Klaus shook his head.
"If you're gonna be bad, be bad with a purpose." Damon shrugged. "Otherwise, you're just not worth forgiving." he added.
"Debatable." Klaus said once again under his voice.
"It's not me you're trying to convince." Damon called out as he walked off and climbed into the bus whilst leaving Klaus stood in the same spot, watching him thoughtfully.
Stefan and Rebekah arrived at Professor Shane's office just after twelve to search for the tombstone he'd mentioned when he'd spilled the beans, whilst Kol was torturing him. Rebekah had suggested that they try his office first as it was the most logical place to start.
"Well. Headstone's not here." Stefan finally said, slamming the last artifacts drawer where the headstone would fit, after they'd been searching Professor Shane's office for nearly an hour.
"Don't ripper out on me. We'll find it." Rebekah chided. "Oh, you're all bottled up. You need a release. Maybe we can find a voodoo doll or something." she suggested jokingly as she opened one of the desk drawers and began rummaging around, moving bottles and lifting papers until she came across a jar full of herbs, which looked suspiciously like marijuana. "Ah, this should do the trick." Rebekah grinned, picking the jar up and examining its contents. "Exactly what you need." she said as she walked over to Stefan, who turned to see what Rebekah had found.. "The professor's stash of herbs." she told him.
"Not interested." Stefan said as he turned back around to search through the filing cabinets for the headstone.
"What happened to you? You were so much fun in the twenties." Rebekah complained, prompting Stefan to turn back around and face her.
"I was a psychotic killer with no emotions in the 1920s." Stefan said sarcastically.
"You may have been a killer, but you were far from emotionless, Stefan." Rebekah corrected him as she smiled. "You had a blast. I know you remember." she protested his reluctance to admit how much he enjoyed their time together. "The jazz, the booze, our little table at Gloria's...Don't make me compel it out of you." she warned him.
"All right, um...I guess we had a little bit of fun." Stefan confessed looking at Rebekah straight in the eyes.
"Thank you.! Rebekah nodded smugly. "So now that we've established that fun is, in fact, possible, maybe you'd like to start having some?" she said offering the jar of herbs to Stefan, however he didn't take them. "Don't worry about the professor. He won't be back anytime soon; I made sure of that." Rebekah said sensing the reason for Stefan's reluctance might be them getting caught. Once reassured, Stefan took the jar of herbs from Rebekah's hands and walked over to the Professors desk to find something to use for them to smoke it with, as Rebekah smiled at her small victory in her quest to win over Stefan.
Back in Mystic Fall, Professor Shane had been taken to the police station for questioning. After his confession to Rebekah and Kol, Rebekah had told April about Shane orchestrating the explosion at her father's ranch. Devastated, April had reported it to Sheriff Liz Forbes and Mayor Rudy Hopkins, just as Rebekah had suggested she should. As a result, a warrant had been issued for his arrest and questioning down at the police station, which is where he was now sat, in front of a camera and the Sheriff trying to act innocent. On the other side of the mirrored glass, Bonnie was sat with her father watching the conversation take place.
"You're accusing me of orchestrating a mass murder? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" Bonnie saw Professor Shane ask, looking at the Sheriff as if she were crazy.
"It's Mystic Falls. It's actually one of the least ridiculous things I've heard." Bonnie heard the Sheriff say.
"He already explained this Dad. Pastor Young came to him for help. He was crazy." Bonnie protested.
"No, he was grief-stricken and Shane took advantage of it." Mayor Hopkins insisted.
"And somehow talked him into killing a house full of people? It doesn't make any sense." Bonnie said shaking her head in confusion.
"I've met people like this Bonnie." Mayor Hopkins told her. "They're fast-talking, they're charismatic, they're manipulators. They prey on the weak-minded."
"Mmm. And you're worried that's what he's doing to me." Bonnie suggested with a snide tone in her voice. "That's why you brought him in, isn't it?" she asked.
"No." Mayor Hopkins told her. "We brought him in because April Young told us what he did. Rebekah Mikaelson confirmed it. He confessed to her." he explained.
Bonnie got up from where she was sat. "I'm going in there." she insisted.
"Bonnie, no, you're not." Mayor Hopkins demanded.
Bonnie turned to face her father. "If he's gonna tell anyone what he did, it's me." she told him. "Unless of course you think I'm too weak-minded." Bonnie added sarcastically, as she stormed out of the room, leaving her father behind, before barging into the interrogation room, where Sheriff Forbes and the Professor were sat.
"Bonnie, now is not the time." Sheriff Forbes insisted as she glanced over at Bonnie who was followed by her father.
"Let her talk." Mayor Hopkins told the Sheriff who reluctantly got up and left the room with the Mayor, leaving Bonnie, who sat down in the Sheriff's chair, alone with Professor Shane.
"I Think your Dad's confused about the format of the parent-teacher conference." Shane said jokingly.
"I'm so sorry." Bonnie apologized. "Rebekah told them you confessed. I know she's lying." she explained.
Professor Shane leaned forward and covered his mouth so the camera wouldn't catch his words. "You know, the truth is, she's not." he whispered calmly, as Bonnie looked on shocked and confused.
"You what?" she asked, also covering her mouth, looking around furtively.
"I'm not saying anything whilst the camera is still rolling." Professor Shane whispered to her.
"I'll deal with it." Bonnie told him, as she got up and left the room to request the camera and sound equipment be turned off. She felt angry and betrayed by him, and she needed answers, and fast.