Confessions and Compulsion
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Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, half term was a lot more hectic than I thought it would be, but I managed to write this all up by hand while I was away, then it took me about two days to type it up... but here it is now :)
So, I've started on the whole Caroline bit, we've got a little bit of delena here, along with a shock Bonnie scene... We're starting to develop the plot a little bit more now, we're gearing up for the heave plot chapters ;) xx
Laced-scrawl said to me that she's nearly finished chapter 7, so you shouldn't have long to wait... I don't think anyway! :) xx
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Oh and WARNING- slight language in this chapter xx
"That'll be two vodkas please." Caroline smiled at the Grill's barman, flicking her hair off her face.
"I'm gonna have to see some ID miss."
Caroline's smile dropped, along with her voice, as she locked gazes with the man. "No you don't, and you'll make those drinks on the house."
Mutely, the barman nodded and handed over the two glasses.
"How did you do that?" somewhere along the way, Tyler Lockwood's mouth had fallen open in astonishment.
Caroline gave him a small smile. "One of a vampires' many talents. Compulsion is one on a very long list."
"How can you be a vampire?"
"How can you be a werewolf?" She countered.
Tyler let out a groan and his head fell forward to slam against his hands resting on the bar top. "Don't remind me- you do realise the full moon's in three nights right? Do you even realise how screwed I am?" His voice was muffled as he spoke from the confinement of his arms. Hesitantly, Caroline reached out to place her hand on his shoulder.
"Look Tyler, you're not alone, there are people who can help you get through this. They just have to be found. If I can't find any other werewolves to help you then-" She took a deep breath, and dove straight in. "I will. You'll turn for the first time in your family's dungeons right? I'll guard the outside. I won't let anyone even come near you, and you'll never get near anyone." Tactfully done Care, she thought, just leave out the whole if-you-get-out-and-bite-me-I-die issue. They'd find a werewolf though, it wouldn't come to that; Caroline was sure.
"You'd do that for me?" Tyler asked, his eyes wide.
"Yeah, but only if we don't find a werewolf to help you instead of me. It isn't the best idea for a vampire to be there…" She trailed off, Tyler shot her a questioning look, but she was determinedly looking away from him, ignoring the unspoken question.
Tyler smiled though, for the first time that night. "Thanks Care." He said softly, his intense brown eyes held her blue ones, and Caroline suddenly found that she couldn't look away.
His eyes morphed to blue, and suddenly she saw Matt staring at her. He opened his mouth and spoke, in Stefan's voice; hold on Care; do the right thing.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Embarrassed, she gave a loud, awkward cough, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. Using her speed, she knocked back her vodka, then indicated for Tyler to do the same.
"Come on. Let's go, we can talk more."
Tyler nodded and followed Caroline out. Outside in the cold, she turned, about to say something, but Tyler spoke over her.
"Look Care, I've known you almost since I was born, and I know you. You're keeping something from me; I know you are. I just want you to know that whatever it is, you can trust me. You've done so much for me, and I'll do whatever I can to help you." He reached out and took her by the shoulders, drawing himself close and saying quietly; "Whatever you need, I'm here."
She should have pulled away right there and then.
The fact that she didn't was all he needed. Tyler leaned in slowly and kissed her, all thoughts of werewolves and vampires evaporating from his mind. Caroline wasn't there though, she closed her eyes and pictured Matt; it was Matt that was kissing her, and it was Stefan's arms holding her. It was love and friendship all in one embrace.
But then she remembered that it was Tyler kissing her, and he was neither of those people.
She raised her hand to push him away, but she'd kissed him back, so he'd already locked his hands behind her head. Caroline started to struggle against him, the kiss becoming almost animal-
"What the hell is going on here?"
Caroline whirled around to face a pair of angry blue eyes. "Matt! I promise this isn't what it looks like!" She gabbled, inwardly wincing at the whole cliché of that line.
"You son of a bitch!" Matt's fist darted out and connected with Tyler's nose. Caroline felt her teeth suddenly grow sharper and longer as a fountain of red spurted from Tyler's nose.
"Look, Matt-" Tyler started, coughing halfway through, the blood dripping into his own mouth.
"No Ty, you listen to me! Every time I give you another chance, and every time you screw it up!" Matt exclaimed, his voice almost cracking with the force of the betrayal. "Going after my girlfriend? Really? You dickhead-"
"Matt, listen to me," Caroline swivelled round to stand in front of Tyler. Still, Matt advanced as if she were invisible. "Look Matt, if you don't calm down, I'll-"
"You'll what Caroline? You'll do what?" he demanded, his eyes penetrating hers.
That stopped Caroline in her tracks. Was she really about to compel the guy she loved into forgetting what he'd just seen?
Don't do it Caroline. She heard Stefan's voice in her right ear, soothing and honest. Do it. Then everything can go back to how it was. She heard in the other from a dark, unknown voice that had been appearing more often recently.
She took a deep breath and started calmly; "look Matt, I'm all confused and I can't be with you when I'm like this. It wouldn't be fair on you." Or Tyler for that matter, she added mentally.
"So what, you're breaking up with me?" Matt looked beyond confused, surprise alight all over his face.
Caroline gave him a small smile, "Matt, we were never together in the first place." At that, she turned and walked away from the entrance of the Grill, leaving the two boys together.
"Matt." Tyler said nervously. Matt didn't react; he was determinedly staring away from him, watching the disappearing silhouette of the blonde girl. "Matt, look at me." He turned to look at his former best friend, steel in his gaze. "For what it's worth, I've been going through a tough time, and Caroline's been helping me through it. Somewhere along the way, I fell for her; I don't know how anyone couldn't, because she's pretty amazing. But I guess you know that. I kissed her, so blame it on me, not her." He stopped and tilted his head, thinking quickly to make sure he hadn't left anything out. "I'm sorry man." And with that, he turned and followed Caroline, leaving Matt Donovan standing there, completely stunned, on the pavement.
x – x – x
Bonnie breathed in the smells of the herbs in the various pots around her. Choosing one, she dipped her fingers into a jelly like orange mixture, and proceeded to rub it into Luka Martin's temples. Jeremy stood over the two of them, glaring down at the still unconscious boy on Bonnie's couch.
"Why do you have to heal him anyway? Come on Bonnie, the guy's a tool."
"I don't have to, but I kind of want to," she said, not meeting his gaze. "Look Jeremy, Luka once told me that all witches and warlocks are bound together by a code of loyalty and honour. At first, I didn't believe it, but there are so few of my kind left. I sort of feel like I have to."
There was a pause.
"Yeah, I get that, but he's still a tool."
"And you're completely convinced that he's a tool just because he double-crossed me? Just for that?"
Jeremy opened his mouth for a second, as if to argue, but then closed it. His intense dislike for the warlock wasn't only because he was a traitor.
Bonnie smirked, knowing what he was thinking. "Green really isn't your colour Jer." He took a step towards her, but was stopped by a sudden cough from Luka on the couch. As he opened his eyes and his tan skin regained some colour; he began to sit up, until Bonnie pushed him down again with a nifty flick of her fingers. "The stuff I gave you is going to work, but not straight away. You need to rest, Luka."
Luka coughed again. "Wha- what happened?" His slightly unfocused, yellow tinged eyes rested on Bonnie, completely ignoring Jeremy on her left.
"You tell me." She replied, her face stony.
"I don't remem-" And suddenly, the little colour he'd gained drained from his face and he went pale. "Elijah. He killed my dad." His eyes were wide and glassy, as if he was holding back tears. "He killed my dad, and he was all I had left." Luka's face hardened. "That bastard," he hissed. "He promised to help us get Marie back. When we refused to do something, he fucking murdered my dad."
"What did you refuse to do?" Bonnie asked, her head swimming with shock and confusion.
"The doppelganger is no longer human, so he wanted us to do a draining spell-"
Bonnie inhaled sharply. "So you could drain the powers of every other supernatural creature, killing them means you could kill Klaus." Her eyes widened in realisation. "Wait, what do you mean to doppelganger isn't human? She has to be! I only saw her, what, three days ago…?" A lot could have happened in three days Bonnie.
Jeremy's face had dropped, he looked shattered; fury hardened his eyes and chagrin laced his frown. "How is that even possible? She has to die with vampire blood in her system- how the hell did she die? Come to think of it, I haven't seen her for a few day either…"
"I know how she turned."
"What?" Both Bonnie and Jeremy turned to the now alert warlock. "How?"
"Elijah's been having me keep tabs on the doppelganger for months now. She's been exchanging blood with her boyfriend for months now." Jeremy almost asked which one, but held it back, knowing that Bonnie wouldn't appreciate having Elena's feelings for the older Salvatore, well, voiced. "Ever since the incident with Mason Lockwood a few months back."
"No. She would have told me." Said Bonnie determinedly, her mouth opening and closing, as if she were gasping for air.
"It was a secret between them. It was in case something happened to Elena... I guess she'd rather have turned than actually die."
"How did she die?" Bonnie voice was almost a whisper.
"Car crash." Luka replied, almost as softly. "Her car drove off of Wickery Bridge." Bonnie let out a strangled sob and her eyes overflowed, her mahogany skin was pale and she shook as she moaned in pain. Luka sat up and walked forwards, encircling Bonnie in his arms. She healed me the least I can do is comfort her. "Listen Bonnie, there's nothing you could have done. The only reason I knew is because I was scrying Elena…"
At the mention of his sisters name, Jeremy snapped out of his reverie and wrenched Bonnie out of Luka's embrace. "I think you need to back of man!" He snapped.
Stumbling, Luka caught himself, and turned to face his slightly taller opponent. The girl that had so recently been the object of their attentions was now being ignored. Bonnie stared at each boy in turn, though neither of them looked at her; they were too preoccupied by the sudden amount of male tension in the air.
Luka smirked at Jeremy and cracked his knuckles. "Now, is that any way to talk to someone who's going to help you?"
Jeremy's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
The smirk fell from Luka's face and was replaced by a solemn look. "Klaus was looking for another way to break the curse without a doppelganger- he has my sister, and now that I've lost my father, I'll do almost anything to get my sister back. I want both Elijah and Klaus dead. You guys are my best bet at that happening."
"You want to help us?"
"Don't get me wrong, I don't give two shits about any of you, I just want my sister back; we have a common goal."
You care; otherwise you wouldn't have refused Elijah. Luka heard Bonnie's voice in his head before he actually heard her speak. She stuck out her hand for him to shake. "You've got yourself a deal."
"You can't trust him Bonnie-" Jeremy started.
"Yes I can!" She countered sharply. She smiled at Luka. "After all, we're family."
Luka smiled hesitantly back and reached out to grasp her hand. "Yeah, we are."
x – x – x
Damon, for the seventh time that night, poured himself a drink. He took a deep breath and swilled the drink back, all the time fully aware of the set of brown eyes drilling into his back.
"Hello Elena."
"Why Elena? Why not Katherine? It's not like we're any different now: twin vampires. Ha! Who would've thought?" She spat bitterly. "We're no different." Her voice was hollow, dead.
Damon was in front of her then, within breathing distance, but not quite touching her. When he spoke, his voice was husky, but firm; "Its incredibly easy to tell you both apart, you know." He leant forwards to smell the hollow beneath her ear and her shoulder. "Different scents." He drew back slightly to look her in the eyes, his nose skimming her cheek in the process.
Elena's breath was struggling in her throat.
"And though you don't realise it, different faces."
"How's that?" If she just leant forwards…
"When you smile Elena, it lights up the whole room. When she smiles, it's because the bitch has found a new way to torture someone." They were leaning towards each other, captured in their gazes. And suddenly, Damon was across the room from her again; glass in hand, as if nothing had happened. "So where's Stefan?"
Two could play that game. Elena recovered quickly and made her face a mask of indifference. "Hunting. I think."
"What's happening between you two anyway?"
"None of your business!" She snapped, doe eyes transforming to red and black. Hurt flashed briefly across his face, before it went blank and he turned to pour himself another drink. "Damon…"
"No Elena. You're right; it isn't any of my business." He said flatly.
"Damon, I'm sorry, that was out of line. Look, its just that I'm so pissed-" He span to look at her brusquely, he didn't think he'd ever heard Elena even come close to swearing before. "-about Stefan and Katherine. For God sake - I've got enough on my plate without having to be worried about her too."
"You're not alone Elena." She heard Damon's voice quietly in her ear. He'd followed her lead and sat next to her on the couch. "You're surrounded by people who want nothing more than to help you."
"I know. It's just hard, you know? I always used to think that Stefan and I would last forever. I've always known, I suppose, that he'd never really gotten over Katherine… I just thought we were stronger than that." She paused. "Damon?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?" He tilted his head, beckoning for her to continue. "Why did you make me forget?" Damon stiffened, and his eyes went cold. She reached, as if to shake him, but ended up rubbing his shoulder instead. "No Damon, listen! Why would you do that? Ever since I remembered, it's been eating away at me-"
There was a resounding crash as the glass in his hand was flung into the fire, then he was up and pacing in front of her. "Wasn't the memory enough for you Elena? Do you need me to explain myself too? I can't be selfish with you Elena, just as you can't seem to be selfish with my stupid brother! As a human that would have destroyed you! I couldn't have said something like that to you and then left it with you." He stopped to stand in front of her, "it would have destroyed you." He repeated softly. I can't be selfish with you."
Hesitantly, she stood up and stepped forward. Elena reached out and laced Damon's fingers with hers. "Say it. I need to hear it."
He gave her a sad smile and shook his head. "No you don't Elena. You need a distraction. I won't be that for you." She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off again. "No. It isn't fair for me, us, to mess about like this while you're so hung up over Stefan."
A wave of rejection washed over her. Pulling her hands from his; "I thought you wanted me."
He moved towards her as she moved back, re-lacing their fingers. When she tried to pull away, he held on firmly. "I do. You have no idea how much. I want you; mind, body, heart and soul. But you won't give that to me. Not yet anyway." He flashed his familiar cocky smirk. "Whenever you sort things out with Stefan, I'll be here. I always will be Elena."
"So you're giving up?"
"No. I'm backing off. For now." And then he was gone.
x – x – x
"I apologize if I seem agitated. Things have changed recently, and I need a replacement for the witches I lost- well, got rid of. You'll do perfectly; you're right inside the circle of people I want to destroy. When we're done, you'll all die. Such a shame though, getting rid of such a beautiful face." Elijah sighed. "Oh well, sacrifices have to be made."
He reached forwards to stroke Bonnie Bennett's face. Her eyes were round and scared, but held the familiar glossy look of compulsion. "How can you compel me? Vampires can't usually compel witches- we have powers you don't." the part of Bonnie that was free of Elijah's compulsion smiled inwardly.
1 to the witch, 0 to the vampire.
Unconcerned, Elijah shrugged. "I'm a special vampire."
1 to the witch, a few more to the vampire.
Bonnie was screaming inside. "What do you want me to do?"
"You're going to be my mole. You're going to act as normal, but you will be double-crossing your friends." Elijah smirked. "You'll be working for me."
"Do you want anything in particular at the moment?"
"Yes." He paused. "You're going to infiltrate the mind of our young new vampire Elena. Intensify the little darkness that she has. Intensify her bad parts. The worse she becomes, the more power she'll gain and attain. When you perform the draining spell, I'm going to need all the power I can get to defeat Klaus." His eyes darkened at the name of the original.
"Anything else?"
"Yes." And, faster than she could blink, Elijah ripped into Bonnie's neck and drank deeply. Bonnie didn't scream, the cords of her compulsion tightened to quiet her pain. His mouth bloody, his fangs long, he lifted his head from Bonnie's neck. "Aahh, it's been long since I've had the pleasure of drinking from a witch. Witch blood is rather like chocolate for vampires." He smiled at his own joke. "Rather addictive. Especially from a Bennett witch."
"Sir…" Bonnie gasped.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear." He smiled down at her fondly, as if he were a loving human smiling down at some particularly cute animal. Elijah ripped into his wrist with his teeth and held it up, offering it to Bonnie. At her slightly disgusted look, he shrugged. "It'll heal you. Not to mention, well, it'll make you stronger. Oh well." He shrugged again. "If you don't want it…" he made a motion as if to take the blood away.
Don't do it Bonnie! Her mind screamed. But it'll please Elijah. Her mind countered.
She gave in. Elijah smiled in exultation as Bonnie lifted the twin holes in his wrist to her lips and swallowed.
x – x – x
Jules Jamieson watched the Lockwood mansion from the confinements of her truck. Her dark blonde hair shone dully in the beginnings of the moonlight, and her silvery grey eyes lit up in appreciation as Tyler Lockwood stepped out of his house and walked through the front gates.
A small smile graced her lips. She could see the pearly hazel glow of Tyler's aura, and could smell his faint animalistic scent.
She'd been at this a long time- she'd recognise a werewolf anywhere.
Her phone broke the silence of her truck.
"Yep?" She answered.
"Well?" Came the reply.
"Mason was lying; there is another werewolf here; his nephew, Tyler."
"You know what to do."
"I'll get back to you with what happens." She hung up.
Her smile turned into a fully blown grin. With any luck, Tyler would lead her straight to Mason's killers.
And then she'd kill them.
She'd kill them all.
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