Confessions and Compulsion
Hey guys xx So I wrote this chapter, Im pretty sure laced-star is gonna write ch5 xx I've included some things that might surprise you, so be warned xx Oh and WARNING; mild language.
If it goes according to plan, there should be some more damon and elena moments, and we'll be starting on a caroline storyline as well xx
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Stefan/Caroline?
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"Your releases have been requested." Elijah's voice rang with authority as he stepped into the shadows of the tomb. "You're both free to leave." He indicated the exit with his hand. "Please, come."
"I can't." Stefan's brow was furrowed in confusion as h questioned the older vampire.
"Yes you can. I've had the spell lifted." Cautiously, Stefan took several steps forward until he was by Elijah's side. He turned and adopted the exact same position and stance Elijah had.
"What about-"
Elijah cut him off. "You too Katerina."
Katherine's expression was almost comical in the way she turned to stare, shocked, at Stefan.
"Wha-"
"The lovely Elena drives a hard bargain, however, we reached a peaceful agreement, she and I."
There was a sudden blur of movement, and suddenly Elijah was blocking Katherine's way out into the world. His pupils dilated as he looked her in the eyes. "You will stay in Mystic Falls, and you'll help protect the doppelganger, everything needs to be ready for when Klaus comes." With a brief nod at Stefan, Elijah walked purposely out of the tomb.
"Katherine, why would Elena want you out of the tomb…?"
A mixture of emotions flashed over Katherine's face. Shock. Fear. Anger. Confusion. It finally settled on the emotion Stefan was most familiar with.
Seduction.
She walked slowly towards him, and rested two ands on his chest. From an outsider's point of view, the gesture would have looked gentle and loving, but Stefan could feel the steel in the way her nails dug into his skin.
Temptingly slowly, she leant forward to brush her lips against his earlobe.
Stefan shuddered.
Out of desire or revulsion, he didn't know.
"She knows about us, Stefan."
x - x – x
"So now that you've been compelled, does it take away your vampire status?" Elena smirked, trying to hide her unease at Damon's expression.
"I don't like it. If I can be compelled, then so can others. We can't trust anyone. It's not like we can drink vervain or anything."
Elena looked up at him quickly, knowing that they'd both thought of the same thing. "Well why not?"
"How about the fact that it's poison Elena?"
"Why couldn't you drink it though? Stefan told me about what Katherine did. She'd been sipping it for a hundred and forty five years." She saw Damon's mouth open, about to interrupt her, but she hurried on, cutting across him. "I know there's an age gap and all, but think about it, you're powerful right? Even for your age. Stefan's getting there, with the drinking human blood thing; he's building up his strength, so why couldn't you try it?" She raced down into the cellar, plucked a sprig of vervain from the crop, and, ignoring the burning sensation in her palm, she returned to the living room and dropped the tiny purple flower on the table. "Mix it with blood, and you'd be getting both together, the source of your strength, and the source of building up your strength." Damon's frown deepened as he looked at her.
About to offer her own blood, she remembered that it wasn't the same as her blood when she was human. Disappointment of the century. "I'll just go and get some blood." She ran back downstairs to reach into the cooler and brought up a blood bag. She then threw it at Damon, with his quick reflexes; he caught it, but didn't notice Elena's deep breathing, or the black veins erupting over her face.
"Is your hand alright?" The sizzling of her skin hadn't gone unnoticed by him.
Keeping her face turned away, she gave a quick nod, but curled her hand into a fist. Fact was, the flesh there still wasn't healed, she'd held it long enough so that the small flower had burnt the skin through to the tendons underneath. She gave a little hiss of pain.
He was there in front of her then. Gently, he took her hand and uncurled it. Elena looked up at him through her eyelashes to see his expression. He looked pissed, beyond pissed actually.
"You shouldn't touch that stuff at your age Elena, you're barely hours old." She looked up at him fully, and he saw her face. Surprise graced his beautiful face. "Elena, if you're thirsty, all you had to do was ask."
She shook her head quickly. She couldn't breathe; the mere awareness of the blood being in the room was enough to drive her crazy. "I'm scared." Referring to the blood. She knew she couldn't handle it right now.
He gave a small huff of exasperation. "Fine. But just remember, you asked for it." And then, so quickly that he new senses barely had time to register it, he ripped his wrist open with his teeth and held it up to her mouth.
Automatically, her tongue darted out to taste the dangerously seductive red liquid. The flavour then exploded on her tongue.
Sweet beyond belief. Ten times more explosive than what she had drank from the human. Her mouth was tingling.
It was blood, but not a human's.
She knew that she could stop, because it was from a vampire.
Elena pulled away, and involuntarily glanced down at her hand to see layer after layer of skin stretch itself across her palm.
"Thank you." She said to the other vampire gratefully. He nodded tightly, then twisted to fill his glass with blood, then hurriedly dropped the vervain in after it. Damon picked up the glass and moved it about a little bit, so that the herb could dissolve a bit.
Elena watched with bated breath as, as if he was swigging down a shot, he chugged down the contents of the glass. His face convulsed, then softened again.
"Well. That's definitely an acquired taste."
She smiled in relief, thank god. She thought he was going to be sick or something. "I'm glad you got that over with, now we don't have to worry about anyone compelling you, and I know Elijah made a promise to me, but I still don't trust him."
Damon looked at her quickly. "About that, what happened after I went upstairs?"
"We made a deal. He said it was in his best interest to protect me and protect everyone I love until Klaus comes, until when he's going to kill him. Then I got him to go and let Katherine and Stefan out."
In the space of barely twenty seconds, Damon's expression had gone from questioning to thunderous.
"You made a deal with him, and then got him to free Katherine and Stefan? Why the hell would you do that Elena?" He yelled.
Elena flinched; she hadn't expected this kind of reaction from him. "Damon, it's the only way to keep everyone safe!" She pleaded with him. Why couldn't he see that she was only trying to protect the ones she cared about?
"That I can understand, but why free Katherine along with Stefan? Have you got a death wish or something Elena?"
Elena's eyes dropped, along with her heart.
If Damon didn't understand, then no-one would.
"I've go my reasons for wanting them both out of there." She said dully, before turning to walk out of the room.
All of a sudden, Damon was in front of her, black veins prominent around his eyes as he blocked her way to the exit. "Don't fuck with me Elena." His hands darted out to grab her shoulders, none too gently either. "Why free Katherine huh? She was practically the one that killed you!"
At the mention of her death, Elena, with a short burst of angry strength, shoved him. Surprised, Damon fell sideways, but was on his feet again in an instant.
But she was gone.
"Elena!" He hollered.
Shit.
Elena wasn't stable right now, she could hurt someone.
Or, a little voice in his head murmured, she's gone running back to Saint Stefan.
With a bellow of anger and pain, Damon's fist darted out to punch the wall.
If she kills someone, so be it, it's not my problem.
But not so deep beneath the surface, he knew that she wouldn't hurt anyone, not really.
Just because it was Elena.
x - x – x
Thanking God for the night, Elena ran as fast as she could out of the boarding house.
She was blind. Her sight was blinded by her tears.
Damon didn't know what it was like for her. To have turned without wanting to. He'd been completely willing; he had wanted to turn to be with the one he loved.
I know that isn't true though. He hates what he is, and he always has. She thought.
Elena had never really planned to turn, not really. Caroline had been right, she was way too maternal not to have kids. Her little fantasy, she'd wanted a little house with a little whit picket fence with Stefan. But deep down she'd always known that she couldn't have that, if she did turn one day, she had wanted it to be her choice.
Not like this though.
Damon was right. About freeing Katherine. The truth was, she loved Stefan, so much that it had killed her, but her feelings for Damon were quickly spiralling out of control. Especially after she knew how he felt for sure after her little flashback.
She loved Stefan, but she knew he still had feelings for Katherine, so if he truly loved her, she, Elena Gilbert, wasn't going to stand in the way of that.
That's why she had freed Katherine.
She loved Stefan so much that she protected a woman she hated.
Elena's vision cleared to find herself in the gloomy darkness of the cemetery. I should be here. She thought. I should have died tonight.
A fresh burst of tears ran down her face as she fell to her knees in front of two graves.
"Oh dad. Mum. I've messed up so bad!"
x – x – x
"So I was thinking I could levitate you through the open window…" Bonnie started to say, but trailed off at the expression on Jeremy's face.
"Are you serious?"
"Hey, if you don't wanna do this, just tell me, and I'll go ahead and do it on my own." The corners of her mouth twitched through her solemn mask. I think Jeremy has a thing for heights. She thought.
"No its okay." He said quickly, masking his discomfort. "So, you want to levitate me through a window, then what?"
"Look, we would go through the front door, but it's most likely barred by magic, and I don't especially wanna try to open it. The window's open, so we can go through there."
Jeremy gulped. "When we get in there, what do we do?"
"Just look for the moonstone, you know, oval shaped rock, coloured white and…. Moon-like… look can we just get a move on?"
Jeremy smirked at her, she was nervous around him. He knew it. "Okay, go on then, levitate me up!"
He wasn't prepared for the sudden jerk that he felt. Don't look down, you're gonna freak out. He looked down to see Bonnie sneering at him. "Not so tough now are we Jer?"
"Just get me up there Bonnie."
Bonnie became smaller and smaller, as he went higher.
Higher.
Higher.
Higher.
Until-
Smack.
"Bonnie!" She'd made him whack his head on the window's sill.
"Sorry!" Not sorry at all, she carried on. "Just grab the sill and hoist yourself in there, I'll be up in a sec."
Thankful for his ring, Jeremy grabbed the white window sill and lifted himself in through the open window; he was met by a dark, enclosed room, filled with dusty shelves filled with old, musty-smelling books.
He started to look for the talisman. He began to sift through ancient pieces of parchment methodically.
After a few minutes, he stood up straight again. Where was Bonnie?
"Bonnie!" He shouted.
"I'm here." He spun to face the stunning girl, who actually, was grinning.
"Weren't you meant to come in through the window?"
"Oh no, I just walked in through the front door." She smiled more widely as his mouth dropped open slightly. She turned away from him to trace the various grimoires behind her with her finger. Her shoulders were shaking.
Jeremy smiled to himself. They carried on searching through the room in comfortable silence, until-
"Bonnie, I really don't think that it's here."
"No, neither do I actually. But, just to make sure…" Bonnie moved to stand in the centre of the room.
She closed her eyes.
Under her breath, she started to murmur, so softly that Jeremy's ears barely even picked it up.
The air around the witch started to pulse gently, moving in time with her breathing, slowly, the space around her started to turn blue, until, with stick whistling through the air, the light extended in the blink of an eye.
Bonnie opened hers.
"It isn't here," she said, "that was a tracking spell, and I'm pretty sure it isn't here."
"Are you okay?" He moved towards her, hand extended, as if to offer aid.
"I'm fine Jeremy." She snapped suddenly, "that was hardly a difficult spell!" Jeremy drew back his offer of support, unsure of what to do. Her voice softened, "really Jer, I'm fine. It isn't here, let's just go."
x – x – x
Martin Jonas and his son, Luka, stood stock still in the clearing.
Waiting.
"Is he coming?" Asked the younger of the two.
"I don't know. He should be." Replied the other.
Luka's senses were tingling, all six of them. His eyes were hyper aware of every single movement in those trees, he could hear the faint whisper of the monsters of Mystic Falls, along with the slight smell of spice and magic in the breeze. His hands, along with his physic powers, were alive with unused power.
Jonas' ears perked suddenly, along with his sons'.
Elijah's footsteps resonated through the cold silence of the woods. He turned on his heel slightly to face both warlocks, stood straight and proud, he resembled any person's childhood nightmare. He started to saunter towards them woodenly, careful with where he placed his feet. "As you know," he began, "I have recently made a deal with our doppelganger, Elena. I have agreed to protect her, and the ones she loves, until Klaus comes. And as you both know, I am a man of my word. I have said to protect them, but I am careful with my words. Protect them from Klaus; but not from me."
Luka's eyebrows creased with confusion, he twisted slightly to look at his father, who didn't return the look, his attention was channelled directly on the vampire.
"As you are well aware, Dr Jonas, as an original, I am strong, but no match for the strength of the original. I need power, and lots of it. This town is crawling with supernatural creatures. All of them powerful, I alone am no match for Klaus. But-" Elijah broke off, staring at Jonas with a slight curve on his lips. "Dr Jonas, I see you've caught on."
Luka stole a quick glance at his father. Judging by the stunned look on his face, and the sudden horror and astonishment in his eyes, he knew exactly what Elijah wanted; and he really didn't like it.
"You want me to perform a draining spell." Jonas breathed, slowly, Elijah nodded, the slight curve of his lips becoming a full smile.
"Dad, what's-"
"Keep quiet boy, speak when you are spoken to!" Elijah snapped at him.
"Elijah, if Luka is to help me with the spell, then he needs to know what it is, does he not?"
The vampire looked as if e were struggling internally with something, before gracefully inclining his to head to allow Jonas to speak again.
"A draining spell is a spell where you draw the life and supernatural force from a or several supernatural entities, essentially draining their souls. Whoever is casting the spell then directs the drainage to the person of their choice. In this case, Elijah."
"You're going to kill every vampire, werewolf, and with in this town?" Luka's eyes were wide and revolted, his father answered with a curt nod. Luka made a split decision there and then. "I won't do it."
"Excuse me boy?" Snarled Elijah.
"I won't help, I will not march everyone to their death sentence." In his mind, Luka thought of the little witch he'd spent the last few days with.
Despite everything, she was kin, and he wouldn't kill her.
"You'll do as I say! You want you sister back? Then you'll do as I say!"
Marie…
"No." Jonas' voice rang out loudly. "Elijah, there has to be another way. I, I mean we, won't kill the people here. Marie wouldn't want us to do that."
"You know Jonas, I've always admired your bravery, but there are other witches around you know. It's just a shame for your daughter." With a blur, he ran to stand before Jonas, and within that half second, Luka's father's unbeating heart lay in his left hand.
Luka's yell of terror and grief stayed trembling on his lips.
He had to get out of here.
Dad…
Fast, Luka clenched his fists and drew energy from his surroundings. God, it was so easy. With magic prickling at his palms, he threw it at Elijah to meet him halfway through his course to kill him. The greenish hue had circled him in darkness, encompassing him for a second.
Enough for Luka to make his escape.
Dad…
Run Luka. Take a deep breath and never look back.
x – x – x
"I can't believe that it wasn't there."
Jeremy grit his teeth in irritation. Bonne hadn't stopped complaining ever since they'd gotten out of that godforsaken house. Jesus Christ, he knew h liked the girl and all, but did she really have to be such a girl?
He followed the witch into her home; he'd been here before of course, but years ago. Walking in slowly, he took in his surroundings. He remembered the deep red carpet, now faded, the cream wallpaper, the various pictures dotted along the corridor. Of her and Elena. Her and Caroline. Her, Caroline, and Elena. Candles planted everywhere, they made the house throb with energy and suspense, anticipating the future.
What in the future, Jeremy had no clue.
Bonnie was still babbling.
"Where is it then? I can't handle this I really can't, we need to find that moonstone or something awful is going to happen to my best friend-"
"Bonnie, shut up."
"Excuse me, but don't you care-"
"Bon, of course I care, we'll find it okay?"
Bonnie's face was solemn as she looked up a him, Jeremy was getting an extreme sense of déjà-vu as he placed a hand up to trace her cheekbone. "How do you know?"
"Because-" He paused, almost as if he had some secret he didn't want to share. "-I have faith."
"In what?"
"You Bonnie, I have faith in you." And then they were leaning closer and closer…
Knock knock
"Leave it." He murmured against her cheek. All he could think of was that he'd been this close to Bonnie Bennett's lips.
"I have to." And, extracting herself from his embrace, she turned and walked briskly towards the oak door behind them.
Jeremy would have quite happily punched something, even more when he saw who it was at the door.
Bonnie gasped. "Luka!"
Face bloody, Luka's breath rattled in his throat as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he promptly collapsed.
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