Chapter 5
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Note: Okay, guys, I'm going to update "Freedom isn't Free," since I got an idea for it a couple of days ago and wanted to write it. Thank you so much for the reviews so far. You guys are the best! When we last left everyone, Stefan gets rid of a van that is following Elena by shooting at its tires, and Damon is now working on escaping from Rebekah. No spoilers, just follow along.
Airport – After the Narrow Escape from the Van...
Stefan made sure that he didn't leave Elena's side as they walked into the airport. After what happened earlier with the white van, he wasn't taking any chances. In fact, he didn't give a shit if he got shot while protecting her, as long as she got out of it in one piece with the briefcase.
"What locker are we looking for again?"
His question brought Elena out of her reverie and she said, "375. Rebekah told me to ask the guard for the key." She shook her head. "Another thing that bugs me is that she didn't give any other instructions."
"Maybe we'll find out after we get the briefcase," said Stefan. "The instructions might be in the form of something else, like a note that was planted in the locker. I don't know, I'm just guessing."
"You could be right," said Elena. "But, we won't know for sure until we open locker 375." She saw a guard sitting at a desk. "Come on, let's ask him where the lockers are and for the key to the locker we're looking for."
Stefan nodded and followed her toward the desk, looking around to see if anyone was following them. He wasn't paranoid, far from it. He just wanted to make sure that Elena was safe. He also wondered if Damon was okay, wherever he was. He would've hated for this to have to been for nothing and Rebekah killed him while she was waiting. But, then, the ransom would've been useless if Damon was dead.
Damn it, Stefan, don't think like that, he thought. Your brother is alive. He's a Salvatore, and Salvatores are survivors. Hang in there, Damon, Elena and I are going to get you out of this, I promise.
Elena approached the guard and said, "Excuse me, sir? I was wondering if I could have the key to my locker, number 375?"
The guard eyed her strangely. "I'll have to see some ID, ma'am."
Elena showed him her badge. "Will this do?"
The guard looked at the badge. "Yes." He handed her the key. "Anything special in there, Detective Gilbert?"
"No, not really," said Elena. "It's just that my husband told me that he left his lucky rabbit's foot in there and called me from the office, frantic about it. Guess he needed it for luck because he has this big meeting and doesn't want to screw things."
Stefan raised an eyebrow at what Elena was saying. He couldn't believe she was lying to a security guard, but she was probably doing it so as not to arouse any suspicion. I guess it was better than telling him about the briefcase full of money, he thought.
The guard nodded, seeming to buy it, and Elena smiled as she took the key and motioned for Stefan to follow her to the airport lockers. As they walked, he continued to look around to see if they were being followed.
Elena noticed what he was doing and said, "Do you think they followed us?"
"So far, I don't see anyone other people rushing to their flights," he replied. "Still, it never hurts to be on your guard, no matter what." He raised an eyebrow again. "By the way, nice bluff. You had that guard hanging on to your every word."
"Are you kidding? I was nervous the whole time," said Elena. "Anyway, I had to lie. If I told him that there was a briefcase with money in it, he would think that I was a bank robber impersonating an officer, which would've gotten me arrested and I would've blown any chance of getting Damon back." She sighed. "Thanks, though."
Stefan smiled and it wasn't long before they found locker 375. Elena sighed again as she took the key out and placed it in the lock. She heard it click and when she opened the locker, there stood the briefcase. Elena looked at Stefan and removed the briefcase from the locker. Stefan saw that it was kind of heavy, so he took it from her.
Elena panted. "Thank you."
"No problem," he replied. "You really shouldn't be lifting heavy stuff in your condition." He looked at the briefcase. "Is this it?"
Elena nodded. "Yeah. Right where Rebekah told me it would be. See any instructions on what to do next?"
Stefan was about to answer her when he heard Elena's cell phone go off. "I think we're about to get them now. Rebekah is probably calling you."
Elena took her phone out of her pocket and checked the ID. It said, "Unlisted," but she knew that it was probably Rebekah, since she wouldn't be that stupid to use a listed number. Clearing her throat, she picked it up.
"Gilbert."
"Did you get the briefcase?"
"I did," said Elena. "I got to the airport a few minutes ago."
"Listen, you little bitch," said Rebekah. "I know that you have someone helping you. I just got a call from the driver of the white van, and he told me that his front and back tires were shot and he was forced off the side of the road."
"He didn't leave me any other choice," said Elena. "I had to do what was necessary to shake him. Who's the bitch now, Rebekah? Just so we're clear, you're not going to win this. I'm going to get my Damon back from you and I'm going to see it to you're in jail for a long time for threatening my family. Hell, I'll even see to it that you're put on death row and that I have a front row seat for when they strap you to that gurney the day of your execution and administer the lethal injection."
For a few minutes, there was silence until Rebekah said, "All right, here are your next instructions."
Rebekah's Hideout – That Same Moment...
Damon continued to struggle against his bonds and then finally, he felt the rope come loose. Finally! Once he got his hands free, he removed the duct tape from his mouth and looked at his wrists, not liking the condition they were in. Of course, he couldn't worry about that right now. The most important thing was getting the hell out of there. But, first, he had a little business to take care of.
No sooner did he get free than Damon heard a gun being readied and he turned to see one of Rebekah's men standing behind him.
"Don't you dare move."
Damon smirked. "And what are you going to do if I refuse?"
"If you refuse, you'll be dead."
"No, that's what you're going to be."
Before the man could answer him, Damon lunged at him and knocked him to the floor, after which he snapped his neck. Panting, Damon then grabbed the unlucky man's gun and extra magazine of bullets, after which he dragged his body to a nearby room, returning a few minutes later dressed in the dead man's clothes. To be honest, they looked hideous, but Damon couldn't be picky, especially since he had gotten a weapon out of the deal.
"I knew it would be a matter of time before you tried to escape me."
Hearing that familiar voice, Damon saw Rebekah standing there. However, he showed no fear toward her, only anger and resentment.
"I'm not trying to escape you, Rebekah," he replied. "I'm actually going to escape you." He pointed the stolen gun at her. "You made one mistake, and that was threatening my family. I don't take that shit lightly. I intend on sending you to hell, the same place I sent Klaus. I'm sure he'd love the company."
"You bastard," said Rebekah. "How can you choose that slut over me? I wanted to be the one carrying your child, and the one you woke up next to every morning. I could've given you everything, Damon, and you threw it away, and for...her. What does she have that I don't?"
Damon growled. "For one thing, I don't love you, Rebekah. How can I love someone who took my virginity by force? The only way I'd ever love you is if I allowed myself to succumb to Stockholm syndrome, and unfortunately for you, I didn't."
By that time, Rebekah had had enough and lunged at him. However, Damon was too quick and opened fire, the bullet hitting her in the chest and sending her to the floor. Afterward, he went over to her and knelt down before, grabbing her face to make her meet his blue eyes, which were practically burning with rage.
"If you see Klaus when you arrive in hell, be sure to send him my regards."
With that, Damon snapped Rebekah's neck. Once that was done, he headed out of the house, grabbing some keys, and to the driveway, where he saw a black Dodge Viper. Wasting no time, he climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine and drove off. Although Rebekah was dead, he still had to deal with her other brother, Kol, who was no doubt after Elena and Stefan.
Hang on, you two, he thought. I'm on my way.
Note: YES! Rebekah's dead and Damon has escaped and on his way to help Stefan and Elena. Stay tuned!
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