Matt got into his truck and made his way across town towards the old Bennit House. He had sent a text to Stefan asking to meet with him in secret. He knew Damon would tag along. It was no secret Damon loved to be involved with anything and everything. Ever the showman. Well Matt had a show in store for both of the brothers. Once he took care of the both of them he would be free to pursue the others. The ones who had moved on, evolved and forgotten Matt. Forgotten the hurt and chaos they had brought down on Mystic Falls and his family.

Was it fair that Viki was dead? No. It wasn't. Was it fair his mum was never around? No. No one stopped to ask how he was. To Elena, Taylor, Caroline, Bonnie and even lately Jeremy he was just Matt. Good old reliable Matt. Always there when they needed a break from the creatures of the night.

As Matt drove his mind began to wander to all the hell that had been brought down on Mystic Falls over the last two years. Students had gone missing or died in mysterious circumstances. All the work of the vampires. Of Course. Yet the town saw fit pull the rug over the truth. To cover up the deaths. What right did the town elders have? People were dead. Not just faceless victims . Their losses brought about pain and suffering for their families. Jesus...Elena didn't seemed bothered by any of it. As long as her epic romance was still playing out in full force she didn't care who the hell fell to the way side.

"Bitch" muttered Matt. To hell with her. And her undead lover. To hell with all of them. He turned off the dirt road and pulled up. As he stepped out of the truck he took a quick look around. It was quiet today. Not a lot of traffic. Not that he was expecting company, well except for those who he'd invited. He went around to the back of the truck and picked up his gym bag. He took the small hatchet out and tucked it under his shirt. As he locked up the waggon he paused for just a second.

"Am I crazy?" he asked aloud. No. No because whenever he shut his eyes all he saw was his sisters face. His dead sister. That was all the conviction he needed. No one should have to go through what he had to. Ever again. Matt was going to see to it that no one did.

It didn't take long to reach the old witch house. Stefan was waiting ...along with Damon. Good thought Matt. He took a deep breath and then jogged across the dying grass and what remained of the age old flower beds.

"Matt, this better be important" said Damon. His lips curled into one of his trademark sly smiles.

"What is it Matt?" said Stefan. "You're message said it was important"

"It is" said Matt. He walked closer to the two Salvatore brothers. "Last night after I finished in the grill I was out back taking out the trash. I heard this guy on his phone. He was talking about the doppelganger. He said he'd located her."

Stefan went rigid. "What else did he say?"

Damon's smile vanished. "Did you get a look at him?"

Matt dug into his jeans and pulled out his phone. "I did better than that. I got a picture."

Damon rolled his eyes. "You do know we don't take good pictures?"

"That's just it. He wasn't a vampire"

"Let me see" said Stefan. Damon stepped forward and yanked the phone off Matt. It was now or never.

Damon and Stefan were both looking at the phone. It wasn't an image. It was a MSG. "Fuck you".

Matt grabbed the small hatchet from under his shirt, Stefan and Damon both spun around to be met with the arc of the blade coming down across each of their wrists. Two fast cuts.

"Burn in hell" spat Matt as he stepped away.

Damon and Stefan both burst into flames as the hands that wore the rings that allowed them to walk in day light fell to the floor.

"Why?" croaked Stefan, his skin blistering as the flames consumed him; Damon had already dropped to his knees and was rolling about in the soil attempting to smother the flames.

"Because all you do is bring about death and suffering". Matt took a small flask out of his back pocket. Lighter fuel. What was left of Stefan's eyes bulged out in horror as Matt squirted the contents out over the burning brothers.

The flames consumed them, both going up in fireballs. No amount of rolling or fleeing for over could help them now.

"That's for my sister and all the other people who had the pay the price just so you two could use this town as a stage for your fucking opera." Matt spat at the burning husks and then took a step back...

It didn't take long. Minutes and all that remained were two twisted and black shapes that could have human. Matt gave them a kick and they exploded into ash. He picked up the rings out of the ashes and jumped back ran back to his wagon. His work was only just beginning.