AN/ I do not own Vampire Diaries.
Chapter 3
Elena walked back into the living room. Jeremy was now sitting in the recliner and Damon was walking back into the room.
"Where'd Bonnie go?" Elena asked.
"She left," Jeremy answered. "Who called?'
"Caroline. She said she is on her way," Elena replied as she climbed back on the couch.
It was quiet in Elena and Jeremy's living room for a few minutes. No one really knew what to say and once they thought of something they did not want to be the first to bring it up.
"Stephan-" Elena began.
"You're right, Elena. He's changed. Of course he would. Who wouldn't after being with Klaus," Damon sneered.
The doorbell rang. "Why is he back though? Klaus couldn't have just let him go. There has to be a reason," Elena said getting up to get the door.
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Bonnie glanced at the bottle of aspirin sitting in the passenger seat. The pharmacy had closed so she went and got aspirin from a gas station. Hopefully it will be strong enough for her dad's headache. She probably will take a few as well.
She noticed that she was about to pass the dirt path that led to the old witches' house. She felt something tugging at her, telling her to go.
"Only a minute," she told herself as she made a sharp turn down the dirt path. It took a little less than a minute for her to pass the trees. However, there was an orange glow coming up ahead where the house should have been. Bonnie's heart began to pound at an unsteady pace. As she reached the peak of the small hill her eyes watered as she saw flames engulfing the house where the witches' ghosts stayed.
/
Stephan sat waiting on his leather recliner, waiting for Damon. He knew his brother would be back soon. He had helped himself to some B positive in the refrigerator. Human blood was so much better than the animal crap he used to drink. The doorknob turned slightly before it swung open and in two seconds Damon flew in and pinned him to the wall. The chair lay on its back a few feet from where they stood.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Damon growled.
"It's good to see you too, Damon. I expected you wouldn't be too happy to see me."
Damon released Stephan from his grip.
"I didn't invite you in."
"You don't have to. Remember, I live here too."
He smirked at this brother who now seemed very confused. His personality was now similar to Damon's and he could tell it bothered him.
"I guess I'm your last stop then before going off with Klaus? Or do you plan to stay?"
"I'll probably stay for a little bit longer." Stephan walked across the room and began stroking the grandfather clock with his index and middle finger.
"You know you being here is only hurting her more. Why can't you just go away again?"
"So you can have more fun with her all to yourself. I knew when I looked in her eyes that she still loves me."
"Well time changes things. You should know that by now since you've become a killer again."
Stephan's eyes dropped for a moment. He couldn't remember how many innocent people he has killed since going away with Klaus. He cut all of his emotions off until returning here. He knew Klaus had a reason for coming back. Maybe it was his new way of torturing him?
"Look, I'm sure we can wean you back to your pathetic animal blood. As much as I would love for you to go away again so me and Elena can work it out, I don't like what Klaus is doing to you."
Damon ran his hand through his hair.
"You're really trying to make me the good guy."
"No one asked you to be, Damon."
"Well then why did you come back, huh? To drive Elena into the nut house?"
Stephan's eyes grew veiny and bloodshot as he slammed Damon into the wall.
"You can't help me Damon. It's too late. Elena can't help me either. You both just..need to let me go..just forget about me. That's the best thing you can do for yourselves."
He didn't realize that his hands were wrapped so tightly around Damon's neck that he couldn't speak. Stephan sighed before letting him go and running off into the night.
/
Caroline sat beside Elena in her bedroom. Jeremy had gone into his room earlier and Alaric wasn't coming until tomorrow.
"Elena, are you sure you're okay?"
"I guess so. Caroline, is it wrong for me to be happy? Even though he was about to bite my neck and-and drain all of my blood I could only think about how happy I was to see him. Just holding him was enough.'
"Elena.."
"I know Caroline, I'm insane."
Caroline walked over to Elena and pulled her into a hug from behind.
"No honey. Any girl would feel that way after going through what you have. You just can't forget that he's not the same anymore. The Stephan we all loved is locked away somewhere.."
Elena turned around.
"Then maybe-"
"No, Elena. You can't think you can solve every lost cause. He's not like a stray puppy. He's a blood-sucking killing machine. Believe me, you can never fix a bad boy once he's gone off the deep end."
Caroline crossed over to a vintage chair facing Elena's vanity mirror.
"You just can't. Maybe Stephan will change on his own. It's something only he can do Elena." Caroline lied. There was some truth to it. You can't help an alcoholic unless he wants the help.
/
Jeremy sat in front of his computer watching his favorite movie, Kung Fu Hustle. His earplugs were in his ears so he wouldn't be able to hear Vicky. She had become restless after going through all of his books and music. She didn't talk to him as much as April did. The only way to block them out was to turn up the volume and keep his earplugs in his ears.
He jumped as the door slammed. April was back. They had overheard the conversation with Elena, Damon, and Bonnie and were asking him for the details. The first month they were here he opened up to them about everything: Elena, Stephan, Damon, and Bonnie. After a while, they became very nosy and would try to meddle with Elena and the others when they came to visit.
"Jeremy!" April screeched.
He didn't hear her.
"Jeremy! You can't pretend like I am not here!" She said once again slamming her hands on the desk.
"What?" he yelled pulling his earplugs out of his ears?
"Why do you always ignore me?' she asked. Sliding into Jeremy's lap. He could never tell what was going through April's head. She would be angry one moment then affectionate the next.
"Because I don't want to talk to you. I'm busy. You know that."
"Oh I know you're busy. Trying to get into the witch's-"
"Quit it," Jeremy said sternly.
"Why are you never coming out and saying what you really want? I can tell. Especially last Thursday, when she was getting water from the tap and you slid in behind her. If you don't want me and Vicky ruining the moment then you should just let us know."
Vicky perked up at the mention of her name.
"When are you going to talk to her about us? Maybe she knows a spell that will let us leave this house," Vicky chimed in. "You'd never have to see us again."
"Bonnie's got enough on her plate right now. Besides, I don't think I trust either of you to go out. Who knows what harm you two will cause."
"What?" Vicky asked. "We're just ghosts."
/
Bonnie had rushed out and was now using her powers to put out the fire with water at a nearby lake. The water helped only slightly. It was as if the fire was started by magic. No matter how much water hit it, it only grew stronger. The third floor was already ruined. The wind around her made a whirling sound as screams were heard from inside.
She could feel blood starting to drip from her nose as she exhorted more energy.
"Stop."
Bonnie swung to her right and found herself face to face with Emily.
"No! I can't! The house will-"
"The house cannot be helped. You don't need to waste all of your magic trying to protect us. We're already dead."
Bonnie let her magic slow until the water stopped.
"Klaus."
"Yes, Bonnie. You need to think of a plan quick. It looks like you're his first target."
Bonnie's eyes fell to the ground.
"I don't know how. What if your powers, my powers, aren't strong enough?"
Bonnie fell to her knees.
"You have more than that Bonnie. You are smart enough to think of something. If you can't, Mystic Falls may very well perish and all of the ones you love will die."
"All because of me?"
"It's possible. Very possible."
Bonnie aggressively brushed back the tears now steaming from her eyes. She was at a disadvantage. Going up against Klaus this time was different. She no longer had the higher ground.
"What should I do?"
Emily bent down to meet Bonnie's eyes.
"Your father, you should go to him first." Emily held her hand out and Bonnie took it and let Emily pull her up.
"Things would be so much easier if your mother was here. She would explain this to you."
"I know. If only I could talk to her. If only she didn't leave me."
Emily gave Bonnie a sideways glance before moving her eyes straight ahead. Before Bonnie could say anymore, Emily was gone.
/
Tyler sat back on his king-sized bed. He looked forward to the next two weeks of being at home. He missed his mom's cooking. She used to only cook once a month. However, since he returned she has been cooking almost every meal. He had sent Caroline a text message after leaving her a voicemail but still didn't get a response.
The sky was extremely dark outside. He used to always enjoy looking out at the moon, before he began turning into a werewolf.
His mother was downstairs, fixing a cake for a social later this week. She always bought cakes but for this social, everyone had to provide homemade goods. He never understood why she created this event yet she hated baking cakes.
The doorbell rang and before he could get off the bed he heard the clacks of his mother's sling-backs crossing the marble floor towards the front door. It was like before. He never had to lift a finger. Before he could recline back he heard a bone-cracking sound come from downstairs and his mother's scream.
"Mom!"
Tyler ran down the stairs to come face to face with two people he didn't know. One was checking his mother's pulse while the other just stood around and looked.
"Such a large home. It's still smaller than my home back in Germany. This will do."
/
Bonnie pulled up to her house. She couldn't wait to crawl into bed. She was dead tired. She grabbed her father's aspirin and pulled herself out of the car. After locking the doors, she ran her hand over the scratch Klaus left. Now she's going to need a paint job. She chuckled. A paint job was the least of her worries.
"That's strange," she said out loud. The lights were on. When her dad got migraines, he would always turn off the lights.
She stuck her key in the door and tried to unlock the door. It didn't work. She tried it again and it opened. Maybe he was feeling so bad that he forgot to lock the door. She slid inside and quietly shut and locked the door.
"Hey, Bon-bon!" Her dad called from the kitchen.
"I got us some sushi for dinner," her dad said coming in to the living room to greet her.
"I thought you didn't like sushi, Dad."
"Well there's this new place in town that just opened. I tried some for lunch earlier and I just had to have some more."
Bonnie watched her father tear through a two Texas rolls. A red flag went up in her head. Bonnie walked over to her dad and put her hand over his head.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright? You forehead is sweaty."
"I'm fine now, Bon-bon. You should try some. It's on the kitchen table."
Before her dad could back away, she gripped his shoulder gently and looked on the right side of his neck. Maybe she was just being paranoid.
"What is it, Bon-bon?"
"I think there's some sushi on your neck, Dad."
"Now, Bon-bon. That's highly unlikely that it would fall there."
"Can you just-" Bonnie stopped as her eyes bulged out. Two holes were on the left side of her dad's neck.
"No."
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I'm so sorry it took me so long to type this. I had computer issues and school issues and then writer's block. I'm not quite sure why I ended this chapter the way I did but I want to speed up things a little. I'll try to post a chapter a week from now on. I might add Klaus' POV in the next chapter. I'm trying to leave some holes though that can fill later on. I don't want everything to be predictable. Again, thanks for reading and please leave comments! 3