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.
Damon led Elena down the steps to a small, half empty looking bar. They'd arrived in New York a few hours earlier and checked into a nice little hotel before Damon had taken Elena on a whirlwind shopping spree. Damon had refused to stay at his own apartment in Tribeca as it hadn't been touched since the seventies and would be in such a state of disrepair that it would be unfit for habitation for even one night. Damon had however, made a mental note that the next problem on the to do list to be dealt with after Silas, was to make a start on renovating some of his properties as he and Elena would have to move around a lot after she'd finished college if Bonnie couldn't replicate the cure.
The bar was dark and dingy, at the opposite end of the room was an empty stage, speakers and drums already set up for what Elena assumed to be a band playing later. There were were a few tables scattered around the edge of the room and the area in front of the stage was clearly a dance floor. The place also ranked as probably the filthiest bar she'd ever been to.
"You brought me to a bar?" Elena asked, turning around to look at Damon who was stood behind her.
"The last time I took you to a bar we had fun." Damon smiled. "You didn't even like me back then. Imagine how much fun we can have now you do like me." he winked.
"I have no problems going to a bar Damon." Elena frowned. "But surely there has to be one that's a little..." she swiped her finger across one of the tables, wincing at the result. "...cleaner?" she asked wincing.
"Ah well, there's two reasons why I brought you here." Damon told her, as he walked over to the bar.
"And what's that?" Elena asked raising an eyebrow.
"Three if you want to include beer." he replied as the bartender walked over towards them. "Two beers." he requested as the bartender opened two bottles of beer and handed them over to Damon who subsequently paid for them.
"I'm listening." Elena said as Damon gave her one of the bottles of beer before making their way to one of the tables.
"I promised you some fun didn't I?" Damon asked.
"Yeah...but I thought it would be a little...cleaner." Elena grimaced. "And busier." she added looking around at the empty looking bar.
"Don't be fooled." Damon told her. "This place will be crawling soon, trust me." he grinned.
"How do you know?" Elena asked looking confused.
"Because I spent most of the seventies here." Damon told her. "The Factory was too clean, CBGB's was too high-profile, but Billy's...Billy's was the underground of the underground." he bragged. "Although, admittedly my humanity was off at the time." he shrugged.
"Why?" Elena asked.
"Why what?" Damon replied.
"Why was your humanity off?" she asked again.
"I thought we were here to have fun?" Damon raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to avoid answering the question.
"Fine." Elena sighed, making a mental note to ask him about him flipping his switch another time. "What's the other reason we're here, other than fun?" she asked.
"We're looking for Katherine." Damon replied.
"I know that." Elena frowned. "She comes here?" she asked looking confused, Elena couldn't imagine a world where Katherine would ever want to set foot in this place.
"That vampire that Katherine sent after Hayley was a friend of mine." he told her. "His name was Will. He got vampires fake identities, and I'm sure that Katherine was one of his clients." Damon explained.
"Right." Elena shrugged. "And?" she asked.
"He owned this place." Damon smiled as Elena nodded, a look of understanding began to appear on her face. "I remember Will having a customer who, with hindsight, fits Katherine alright. He told me she was a runner." Damon frowned. "Looks like I was helping her run from me." he shrugged.
"So what's the plan?" Elena asked, taking a swig from her bottle of beer.
"I'm going to search the office and see if I can find anything more current." he said.
"And you think there will be something more up to date than the seventies?" Elena asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Well Katherine sent him to deal with Hayley, so they must have still been in touch." Damon suggested, as he drank some of his beer.
"You planning on looking through the records?" Elena asked.
"You planning on helping?" Damon replied.
"Of course." Elena grinned. "And after that?" she asked.
"I say we have some fun." Damon grinned.
"Here?" Elena asked confused. "What type of fun can we have here other than getting drunk and needing a shower afterwards." she grimaced.
"Other than the shower afterwards?" Damon smirked. "Well, it's early, you just need to be patient. Hedonism isn't a big fan of the sunlight." he added.
"Or soap." Elena said making a face of disgust.
"Easy, judgy." Damon said soothingly. "You won't be saying that tomorrow." he smiled as he picked up his bottle and nodded to Elena to do the same, before setting off towards a door on the far side of the room near the bar which had the word STAFF written on it.
"You sure we're allowed in here?" Elena whispered.
"Technically, due to my previous activities of helping Will, I think I'm allowed to call myself staff." Damon replied as they entered a dimly lit room full of boxes. "Fuck!" Damon swore. "Looks like Will was another 'pack rat'." he sighed. "Oh well, looks like we'll have to see if we can find a filing pattern which should lead us to Katherine." he suggested as he and Elena began to search through the boxes.
Half an hour later they were still looking but to no avail. They'd established that the boxes were set in birth date order which didn't help as neither of them knew when Katherine's birthday was.
"What about Stefan?" Elena asked.
"What about him?" Damon replied.
"Wouldn't he know when Katherine's birthday was?" she asked.
"Good call." Damon grinned. "And that is one of the many thousands of reasons that I love you." he added as he kissed her on the forehead before getting his phone out to call Stefan, who picked up after the fourth ring.
"Hey Stefan." Damon greeted his brother cheerfully. "How are things back in Mystic Falls?" he asked.
"Nothing to report so far, although Caroline mentioned that Bonnie wasn't in school today." Stefan told him.
"Have you started searching for her?" Damon asked as Elena frowned at him.
"Jeremy went round to her place, her dad said she was feeling a little run down after the trip and was in bed." he replied. "Jeremy looked through her window and she was in bed asleep." Stefan added.
"That doesn't sound like Bonnie." Elena said.
"It'll be fine. Caroline is going over to see her later." Stefan told them. "So, how's the search for the going?" he asked.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Damon explained.
"What do you need?" Stefan asked.
"Will had a repeat customer, five foot seven brunette. Said she was a runner." Damon told him.
"Katherine?" Stefan asked.
"Turns out I was helping her run from me. Ironic." Damon shrugged. "Problem is I'm pretty sure that this filing system goes by birth date, but I can't remember Katherine's." he said.
"June fifth, fourteen seventy three." Stefan told him.
"And that, brother, is why you are such a good catch." Damon said as he looked in another box. "Well, will you look at that?" he opened a folder "It's all her former addresses, including a couple from the last two months. They're mostly P.O. boxes, but hey, it narrows the search." he smiled.
"Well, you're welcome. So you headed back to Mystic Falls?" Stefan asked.
"I need to talk to Elena first." Damon said. "I was thinking we could extend our little road trip and start the search tomorrow, if Elena is up for it." he suggested as Elena looked over at him, nodding profusely.
"Just to let you know, Rebekah is heading off to New Orleans with Matt to search for information on the prophesy." Stefan told him.
"She's got a lead already?" Damon asked sounding surprised.
"They're going to try and find a group of witches Kol used to run with." Stefan told them. "It's why he was so clued up on them. Last Rebekah knew they were in New Orleans."
"And witches find New Orleans, they like to stay in New Orleans." Damon said.
"Yep. So hopefully we should have one way to destroy Silas even if we can't find the cure." Stefan said.
"I don't want to rely on some prophesy." Damon sighed. "They're not always legit." he said. "Sun and the moon curse ring any bells?" he asked.
"But that was meant to be a curse." Elena chimed in. "This is a prophesy. Does anyone know the difference between a prophesy and a curse?" she asked as Damon shook his head and no answer came from Stefan on the phone.
"So, do you actually have a plan to get the cure from Katherine?" Stefan asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah I've got a plan." Damon told him. "But I need to run it past Elena first." he added as Elena eyed him suspiciously. "Look brother, I'll let you know either way okay?"
"Fine." Stefan said. "Have fun." he finished as he hung up the phone and Elena folded her arms.
"Okay, spill." she demanded.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping." he suggested sheepishly, which only earned him a raised eyebrow. "Okay fine. It's just that I was thinking that if we were going to look for Katherine, it might be an idea if you are prepared to have to maybe pretend to be Katherine." he winced.
"Why?" Elena asked slowly.
"If people think you are Katherine, they might be inclined to spill their dirty little secrets." Damon squirmed, hating having to ask Elena to do the one thing he knew she'd hate. "It's only if it's necessary." he reassured her. "These P.O Boxes are in Samlltownsville Pennsylvania, where everybody knows everybody. You walking the streets looking like Katherine might attract a minion or two." he suggested. "Hopefully you won't have to, but it might be worth a shot."
Elena glared at Damon for a minute before sighing. "Fine" she said. "I can see how that it might be useful." she admitted. "But I've no idea how to act like a sassy bitch who likes to suck people dry." she stated.
"Ah, now here's the fun part." Damon smiled as he walked over to her, internally sighing with relief. "I think we need a little practice with the snatch eat erase, just in case you need it." he smiled.
"Here?" Elena asked as Damon nodded in response.
"This place will be crowded later." Damon explained. "I thought we could have a little more fun like we did at the frat party." he suggested. "Except this time there will be nobody here to judge you." he added as Elena looked at him thoughtfully. ""Look." he said. "When we went to Georgia, you let your hair down, you let you be yourself because you knew I'd never judge you." he told her. "I will love you no matter what you do. Good or bad." he smiled. "There's nothing wrong with letting your hair down once in a while. I know you hold back with your friends because you're scared that they'll judge you. But they're not here right now." Damon said seductively, waving his arms around the empty room. "I say, what happens in New York, stays in New York." he cocked his head, smiling.
"What exactly are you suggesting?" Elena asked, a smile creeping up around her mouth.
"I'm suggesting feeding, fucking and and alcohol." he suggested. "In no particular order." he grinned.
"No killing." Elena demanded.
"Well that's the point." Damon grinned. "We're perfecting your snatch, eat, erase skills. And I have an interesting idea or two." he smirked.
"And the shopping?" Elena asked, wrapping her arms around Damon's neck.
"We'll do that later." he suggested, as he put arms around her waist. "Right after I've made you scream." he smiled dreamily as he gently kissed her on the lips, a kiss that changed very quickly from gentle to passionate as Damon picked Elena up by the waist and sat her on the nearby desk whilst Elena spread her legs and Damon stood between them.
"What if someone hears us?"Elena mumbled between kisses.
"So what? They'll get off on it." Damon smiled as his lips made his way down Elena's neck. "Let them listen and wish they were us, because we're so hot when we have sex, we could set this whole fucking building on fire." he whispered as he slipped his hand under Elena's skirt and up her thigh and between her legs, gently brushing her core. "God, you're so fucking wet already." he murmured huskily into Elena's ear.
"Your fault." Elena moaned, her fingers scraping up the back of Damon's scalp whilst he nipped and sucked her neck. "You turn me on just by touching me." she said, as Damon moved her panties to one side and began to gently massage her nub, causing Elena to moan once more with pleasure.
"I say we give anyone who listens a running commentary." Damon looked up at Elena with a wicked glint in his eye. "They'll hear us both when we come anyway." he smirked.
"You like the idea of everyone knowing what we're doing?" Elena asked as Damon continued his ministration.
"Everybody does it." Damon shrugged. "I just like to think we're better at it than everyone else." he said as he inserted a finger inside Elena's core, causing her to inhale sharply with pleasure.
"God I want you to fuck me Damon." Elena whispered seductively. "And I don't care who hears." she panted.
"I thought you'd never ask." he grinned as Elena yanked at Damon's belt buckle, before undoing the zipper of his jeans as they fell to the floor, pooling around his ankles. Elena stroked her hand up and down the outside of Damon's black boxer briefs, feeling the outline of his erection before sliding her hand inside and wrapping her fingers around his shaft, wiping the tip with her thumb which was already weeping with pre-cum, earning her a moan of pleasure from Damon.
Elena sucked the pre-cum from her thumb. "Mhmm." she moaned as Damon's eyes turned, the vampire inside trying to push through. The look was only fleeting as Damon managed to control himself as he kissed Elena passionately, their tongues fighting for dominance until Damon pulled back and smiled a wicked grin.
"You're gonna pay for that little girl." he teased as Elena giggled, trying to wrap her legs around Damon's waist to pull him close to her so she could feel him inside of her, but Damon wasn't having any of that. With vamp speed, he pulled her off the desk, spun her around and had her bending over it. Damon lifted Elena's skirt and began stroking the cheeks of her ass. "These are in my way." he complained as he pulled Elena's panties down and she stepped out of them. "Legs wider apart!" he demanded as Elena widened her stance whilst Damon got to his knees.
Elena lay across the desk, not sure what Damon was going to do but the anticipation excited her, however she didn't have to wait long as she felt Damon run his tongue up the inside of her left thigh, stopping just short if her core causing her to groan in anticipation. "Patience." Damon whispered as he repeated the action up her right thigh as Elena stretched her arms out and grabbed hold of when the inevitable orgasm ripped through her body. Damon massaged the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart as he blew into her entrance before his tongue followed.
"Fuck!" was all Elena could say as Damon began alternating between lapping her folds and tongue fucking her whilst he massaged her clit with his thumb.
"God you taste good." Damon mumbled as he continued his ministrations, working Elena up into a frenzy as he inserted two fingers inside of her and maneuvering himself around so that he was able to access her clit better with his mouth.
The moment he began to suck on the little bundle of nerves, Elena nearly went through the roof. The heat that had been pooling in her stomach had turned into red hot lava, which was threatening to erupt from her core. Damon must have sensed she was close as he inserted a third finger and began pumping faster until Elena couldn't take any more.
"Come for me." Damon mumbled in a husky voice which was enough to send Elena over the edge as the spasms hit her scorching hot core.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...Damon." she moaned into the desk as Damon moved once more and replaced his fingers with his tongue prompting Elena to have to muffle her scream into the desk as she felt her eyes tingle and her fangs begin to elongate, catching her tongue on them and making it bleed, causing Damon to stop what he was doing and look up as Elena looked back to him, his features already changing at the scent of blood. Damon stood up as Elena pushed herself up resting her elbows on the desk, her back still to Damon. Damon leaned down and they managed to kiss, although somewhat awkwardly from the angle, but just enough to catch their lips with their fangs and draw blood from each others mouths, before their tongues mixed the droplets of blood together, them being able to taste their own unique combined taste which turned them both on even more.
"Take your top off." he demanded, pulling back out of the kiss, removing his own whilst Elena took hers off. Damon snapped her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders, peppering kisses down her neck, before he slowly entered her. "God you're so fucking hot and wet." he growled as he began thrusting her from behind, whilst holding her hips.
Elena grabbed onto the desk even tighter as she lay her chest down flat against the leatherette desk top, whilst Damon swiped his tongue up the top of her spine, then ran his fangs back down a little, drawing blood, before he licked it off as she healed. The tiny scratches weren't painful to a vampire, in fact it was more of a tickling sensation, however the tangy smell of blood was igniting something inside of her. The raw primal vampire inside of her was screaming to get out, and as good as Damon fucking her from behind was, right in that moment it wasn't enough, and she knew that he'd be aware of it, hell he'd probably done it on purpose to get this reaction from her. Damon was never one to fight his vampire nature, and whilst there was nobody around to judge them, he wanted Elena to embrace hers, and Damon being the target was a safe option. She couldn't physically hurt him, and he'd been clear early on that whatever she did, he'd enjoy because she was the one doing it and she had free reign to do what she wanted with him. From the first time they'd been together, he'd submitted to her, and whenever he was dominant with her, it was by her allowing him to be, and she let him because it turned her on when he was.
On the other hand, Damon knew how to lead Elena into doing things she wouldn't have usually considered as normal sexual activities, especially the blood play. He could tell when she desired it, but she was sometimes a little shy to be the one to start it. They'd drank from each other several times, often to mimic situations or allow for quieter sex, or even for more intense sex. However the blood play from the bath had awoken an urge in Elena that she never knew she had before. Since becoming a vampire, Elena had only fed from Matt a couple of times and at the frat party. Everything else had come from blood bags, yet deep down there was a need inside her that was somewhat unfulfilled. After the blood play in the tub, Elena knew what was wrong. The urges had been getting stronger and the need to feed from the vein was becoming a thought that was beginning to consume her. Now in the heights of passion and sexual throes of desire, that need became stronger, and Damon had ignited it inside of her. 'Feeding, fucking and alcohol' is what he'd said, therefore Elena decided to take action.
Elena pushed Damon aside, grabbed his shoulders and forcefully pushed his naked body onto the chair next to the desk. His length was standing to attention as Elena straddled over him and impaled herself on him as her eyes began to tingle, she threw her head back as Damon held onto her hips whilst she circled them around his shaft. Damon's lips latched onto one of her nipples, causing her to moan loudly whilst his tongue swirled around her areola. Damon switched breasts giving Elena full view of his jugular, her fangs elongated and without a moments hesitation, her fangs pierced his neck, prompting him to moan with pleasure.
The combination of his sweet blood and the motion of Damon's length thrusting inside her seemed to create the onset of an orgasm that threatened to consume her entire body. Elena placed a hand behind her on Damon's thigh to help her balance as she held out her wrist for Damon to bite, knowing that it would take her over the edge. Damon's fangs pierced her skin causing the heat that had been pooling in the pit of her stomach to spread throughout her veins as Damon sucked her pre-orgasm blood from her wrist. This time there was no fantasy, no thought sharing, it was pure unadulterated fucking, as Damon reached down between them and began massaging her clit. The nerve endings of her body were on fire as she felt her core begin to spasm, but the orgasm wasn't just restricted to her core, it was everywhere. Her body was shaking and all she could do was latch onto Damon for support. She wrapped the arm she'd been using to support her around him and pulled away from his neck.
"Fuck me Damon...don't stop...don't stop." she cried out as the orgasm continued to pulsate throughout her entire body.
"Elena...fuck!" Damon moaned, pulling away from her wrist as they pressed their foreheads together whilst their bodies were continuing to be ravaged by orgasms so powerful they both began to lose the power of coherent thought. However, the pure unadulterated fucking had suddenly changed into a pure and tender moment unlike any other they'd shared before. Their eyes, now returned to normal, were locked on each other, knowing they were experiencing each other's thoughts and feelings, as they both came simultaneously with equal fervor.
As the tremors in their bodies began to subside, they kissed and wrapped their arms around each other tenderly, as if the thought of letting go was a fate worse than death, before they collapsed into each other, temporarily exhausted from their activities.
"Is it me or do we just get better every time?" Damon asked grinning.
"Nope." Elena replied. "We just keep getting better and better." she smiled.
"Don't you think it's a little odd?" Damon asked. "I mean, I've never had such mind blowing sex before. It's like we were made for each other." he frowned as Elena pulled back and looked at Damon intently. It was a question she'd never wanted to ask him as she knew he'd been with a lot of women previously, and she'd be lying if she hadn't been curious to want to know where she ranked amongst his previous lovers, but his reveal that she was clearly at the top of the list, and by quite some margin, from the sounds of things surprised her, especially considering her lack of experience.
"Maybe we were?" she offered.
"You mean like pre-destined soulmates?" Damon suggested.
"Maybe?" Elena shrugged. "Although it does sound a little corny." she laughed.
"Normally I'd agree and say I don't believe in that kind of shit." Damon argued. "But something is different and I can't put my finger on it." he mused.
"Oh I disagree." Elena laughed. "You definitely know how to put your finger on it."
"You minx!" Damon grinned as he kissed her, however he soon pulled away and moaned. "We need to get going." he complained. "We need to get you some clothes and make-up to make you look like the she-devil." he shuddered.
"And I so wanted to get my hair cut." Elena complained. "Not short." she said immediately as Damon looked at her in surprise. "I just wanted a little bit of style added to it. A more adult look." she assured him. "Don't worry, I'll still be able to use a curling iron and make it look similar to her hair." her face screwed up in distaste, as she got up from the chair and began looking for her clothes. "Do you think anyone heard us?" Elena suddenly asked as they both began to get dressed.
"Probably only Manhattan" Damon smirked as they checked they'd got everything before walking out of the door and into the bar. The face of the bartender followed them in surprise and flushed red prompting Damon to grin. "We'll be back later." he told the bartender as they left the bar laughing.
Klaus hung up his cell phone after being told by Rebekah that Damon had killed the vampire looking for Hayley, who was stood with a drink in her hands, staring into the fireplace.
"My sister informs me that your vampire assailant is dead, so you're safe and free to go. Or stay." Klaus shrugged.
"I could be persuaded to stay, enjoy some of the good life." Hayley said after a moment's though. "And maybe I could drum up a few more of Katherine's secrets and you could do something for me." she smirked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, love, but you'll never convince me to let Tyler go free." Klaus sneered.
"Well, then, I guess I'll never get my chance with Tyler any more than you'll get a shot with Caroline." Hayley said casually, causing Klaus to turns and walk away, realizing that she had a valid point. "Do you wanna know why I like that painting?" she asked, in reference to one particular piece of artwork that he'd showed her earlier, prompting Klaus to stop and turn around to look at her.
"Well, perhaps it was because it allowed you to see into my deep, wounded soul." Klaus asked sarcastically, as Hayley slowly walked over to him.
"I saw how twisted it really is." Hayley said, biting her lip, with a wicked glint in her eyes. "And maybe I can relate." she added.
"So what's it gonna be? Going? Or staying?" Klaus asked, walking closer to her.
"You like to be in control. You tell me." Hayley offered, as Klaus brushed his hand against her cheek before grabbing her and pulling her towards him, prompting a knowing grin to erupt across her face. Klaus pulled Hayley into a passionate kiss, as she yanked Klaus's shirt over his head. Klaus vamp-sped her up onto the table where she quickly tore off her own shirt. Klaus then pushed Hayley down flat onto the table, and hovered above her momentarily, before her began to kiss her neck causing her to gasp and moan underneath him.
Stefan, Caroline and Jeremy had all gone to visit Bonnie, claiming they were worried about her after hearing from her dad that she was sick, especially as she'd been injured on the island. They were sat at the Bennett family dining room table discussing what had happened on the island as Stefan was going through the story they'd initially suspected about Professor Shane teaming up with Katherine, although they now suspected that Silas was responsible for Bonnie's escape from the cave.
Bonnie had decided to be a little liberal with the truth in trying to convince her friends of what needed to be done to raise Grams. She'd chosen to tell her friends that the spell in the hunters mark had told her what she needed to do instead of admitting that Silas himself had told her this, however Bonnie was having a little difficulty in convincing her friends that the sacrifice was needed.
"It's called an Expression triangle." Bonnie explained. "I need to complete it for Silas."
"What?" Caroline cried out in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind Bonnie?
"Bonnie, you can't kill twelve people." Jeremy shook his head.
"I know it sounds crazy, but it's the only way to get enough power." Bonnie argued.
"To do what?" Caroline asked.
"Drop the veil between this side and the Other Side." Bonnie smiled.
"Drop the veil? What does that even mean?" Caroline asked.
"It means the myth about Silas being able to raise the dead is not just some of them, it's every supernatural being over there." Jeremy said aghast.
"Once the veil is dropped, the Other Side doesn't exist anymore. There's nothing separating us. We're all just one." Bonnie smiled dreamily as Stefan excused himself and walked outside to call Damon who answered almost immediately.
"Hello brother." Damon's voice rang out on the other end of his phone. "Any updates?" he asked.
"Yes!" Stefan told Damon. "I'm round at Bonnie's and I think something's wrong with her. Either she's possessed or she's going crazy." he said.
"Go on." Damon said.
"She's talking about killing twelve people." Stefan explained. "Something to do with the spell in the mark telling her to do it for Silas."
"Three massacres, three hot spots, and the witch spell of the century, and every supernatural being over there is back with a vengeance." Damon said. "This isn't the spell from the hunter's mark, Silas must have brainwashed her." he sighed. "Professor Shane told me about the third massacre."
"When are you coming back?" Stefan asked.
"The plan is to follow the lead and find Katherine and the cure." Damon told him. "Elena is on board with it, unless you need our help with Bonnie." he offered.
"No that's fine." Stefan sighed. "We need to get that cure and give it someone to take or destroy so that Silas won't drop the veil because he can't die."
"Fine." Damon replied. "But keep me posted." he added as Stefan hung up the phone and headed back into Bonnie's house to listen to the rest of the conversation.
"Bonnie, you are talking like a crazy person. You are not killing twelve people, and you sure as hell can't invite every monster who has ever died back into this world." Jeremy cried out.
"Jeremy, I think she knows that." Caroline told him.
"I can do it. I have the power. We can bring everyone back...Grams, Alaric, Vicki, Anna." Bonnie said as if she was no longer listening to them.
"Bonnie, stop it. You can't just say these things." Caroline said, almost on the verge of tears seeing her friend this way.
"It's gonna be fine..." Bonnie replied blankly, as Stefan ushered Caroline over to him.
"There's nothing we can do here." he said. "We might as well go home and come up with a plan." he suggested as Caroline nodded in response. They said there goodbye's although Jeremy stayed behind with Bonnie to try and talk some sense into her.
The next morning Caroline arrived at the Salvatore boarding house only to be shocked at what she saw. Empty glasses and bottles of whiskey, books lying on the table, and the hearth was unlit and needed to be cleaned.
"Stefan?" she called out, knowing she didn't need to, but force of habit meant she still did.
"Here." Stefan smiled as he came downstairs from where Caroline suspected his bedroom was.
"What's all of this?" she asked pointing to the mess.
"I was going to tidy it up." Stefan offered sheepishly.
"Seriously?" Caroline asked indignantly. "Damon has been gone what, thirty six hours and the place turns into a frat house." she complained. "Does Damon always clear up after you?" she asked as Stefan nodded in response. "So that answers the question of what reasonable purpose Damon Salvatore offers to the world, he's your maid." she complained to an embarrassed looking Stefan.
"Look, I'm going for a shower and then I'll tidy up." Stefan offered as Caroline folded her arms and glared at him. "I promise." he said as he rushed back up the stairs to shower.
Caroline sighed and began to tidy the glasses away. "If you need something doing, you better do it yourself." she muttered to herself as she came across a half empty glass and picked it up, before she was suddenly startled by someone behind her, coughing dramatically to gain her attention. Caroline turned around to see Klaus watching her from the top of the steps which led into the parlor.
"Desperate times, I take it?" Klaus raised an eyebrow smiling at her, whilst walking down the steps, holding his hands behind his back as Caroline turned away from him, still angry that Tyler had had to leave because of the creature, whom shouldn't have such an effect on her, but secretly he did.
"What are you doing here?" Caroline asked
"Not judging you, for starters, although if you are determined to get drunk, then perhaps I might recommend something a little more sanitary?" Klaus suggested as Caroline turned to look at him, she raised the glass to her lips, her eyes never leaving his and drained the glass, before refilling it.
"Well, then. You showed me." Klaus shrugged as Caroline drained another glass of whiskey before returning to her tidying.
"Shouldn't you be out chasing Tyler to the ends of the earth?" Caroline sneered. "Or are there still some hopes and dreams you wanna crush around here?"
"Depends. Do you happen to know where the young Brutus is?" Klaus asked innocently.
"I know where he's not... with me." Caroline choked back a sob." And he gave Matt the deed to the house, so he's gone for good." she added as Klaus just nodded and walked ever closer to her.
"Tyler made it his life's mission to kill me. You can't hate me for driving him away." Klaus said quietly.
"Oh I can, and I do. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to spiraling, so go away." Caroline snapped as they continued to stare at one another, however Stefan interrupted them as he entered the room.
"Actually, I asked him to be here." Stefan told her. "We need his help." he said before turning to Klaus. "I think Silas is in Mystic Falls." he warned, as Klaus began pouring himself a drink into a clean glass, before turning to talk to Caroline and Stefan.
"So some blood went missing from a few hospitals. What about Elena?" Klaus shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't new vampires tend to overindulge in human blood, or were you the exception?" he sneered looking at Stefan.
"It's not Elena." Stefan simply replied.
"Well, let's say for a moment that it was Silas. I'm struggling to see how this affects me." Klaus sighed.
"Look. Silas wants to die and be reunited with his one true love, but he's supernatural, so if he takes the cure and dies, he gets stuck on the Other Side." Stefan told him.
"How Shakespearean" Klaus groaned.
"But if he destroys the Other Side altogether, he can take the cure, die, and pass on, but in destroying it, every dead supernatural being will return to our side." Stefan warned..
"That means every werewolf, every witch, every vampire. I wonder how many of those you personally killed. Care yet?" Caroline added.
"My interest is piqued." Klaus smiled as he turned to Stefan. "How do we stop him?" he asked,
"Bonnie said Silas needs to complete three massacres to do this spell." Stefan began. "Before Professor Shane died, he convinced the pastor to blow up the Council. Next, he had you kill your hybrids, and now he only needs one more massacre, so if he's here, that's what he's doing. We need to find him." he explained.
Bonnie had invited Silas around to discuss the next phase in the plan for the massacre. She'd failed to convince her friends the previous night of her plans, so she needed a back up plan. However, before she went any further, Silas had finally explained the nature of the third massacre.
"You want me to kill witches?" Bonnie asked in shock.
"We've been over this. It's temporary. They'll come back." Silas promised.
"What if I'm not strong enough?" Bonnie frowned.
"You are strong enough. Look, it won't be easy. Once they realize how strong you are, they'll channel each other one by one using spirit magic till they can strip you of Expression." Silas reassured Bonnie. "You have to endure them until all twelve are linked as one." he told her, as they heard the door open and then close again.
"Listen, your dad's here. We have to convince him." Silas suggested quietly, getting up as Mayor Rudy Hopkins walked into the room.
"Hey. How was the session?" Rudy asked cheerfully.
"To be honest, not that great." Silas shook his head. "The meditation isn't really working. Her magic's too strong."
"You told me you could help her." Rudy frowned.
"Dad, it's... it's not his fault." Bonnie pleaded with her father.
"Not his fault?" Rudy cried out angrily. "He's the one who taught you this magic, and now he can't control it."
"Listen, we have an idea." Silas said, trying to appease Rudy.
"I'm done listening to your ideas. I want you to get out of my house." Rudy pointed towards the door.
"Dad!" Bonnie cried out.
"If we just call on the spirits..." Silas pleaded.
"I want you out of my house!" Rudy shouted at Silas.
"Wait!" Bonnie called out as her anger began to flare up as her magic suddenly caused the glass in the windows to implode into the room in tiny pieces, as her father and Silas both ducked to avoid being hit by flying shards of glass.
"What the hell is happening to her?" Rudy looked towards Silas in panic.
"This happened to my wife. Expression consumed her. She had no control." Silas explained in a panicked voice.
"I need you to call Mom." Bonnie told her dad. "We need witches, a lot of them." she said calmly.
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