Matt headed back to the Grill. Damon and Stefan were dead. There would be no rescue for Elena. Not this time. Not ever again. Now Matt sat at the bar. He got himself a coke and a packet of nuts and ate them slowly. His mind numb. He had killed the Salvatore brothers. Who would make the next best target?
Caroline...she had used him. Strung him along. After Damon and Stefan she was the next most dangerous opponent. If he could be rid of her the others would be easy pickings. He had mixed feelings regarding Caroline. First of all was the fact he thought she was hot. He was a guy. He couldn't deny those things. Her long blond hair, curvaceous bod and a laugh that was infectious. Man...she got to him. Still, there was no denying the fact Caroline would not just stand by and watch as her friends began to fall down one after the other like a row of domino's.
Sheriff Forbes was an even bigger problem. She knew who her daughter was now. She'd ask questions if Caroline was to go missing. Killing vampires was one thing but the sheriff of Mystic Falls? Hell, that was a whole other ball park. Not only would questions be asked but there would be a full on state investigation, an all out man hunt. He was savvy, that was one thing Matt never got credit for. Problem was he wasn't THAT savvy. He entertained the idea of making it look like as if the Sheriff and her daughter had gotten into the accident but how was he meant to pull that off? He had no idea. This one would need more consideration. Maybe he wouldn't have to kill Caroline. Was there some way he could trap her...no. She had to die. Just like the Salvatore's.
He leaned back against the bar and took a look around the place. It was early afternoon. It wasn't busy yet. A few people sat across from the bar at the tables watching a re-run of last nights football game on the flat screen. Two guys were over at the pool table. Dressed in black leather coats. Looking shady. Matt shook his head and laughed to himself as he thought they were so obviously either vamps or werewolves. Seriously, what was with these guys. They don't even try to blend in. No. They come into town looking like a red splotch on a white canvas. You couldn't be more obvious if you tried.
Wonder what they're in town for? Matt thought. No doubt something to do with Elena and the dearly departed Salvatore brothers. Some other drama of the week that would leave a body count of innocents. Collateral damage that'd lead all the way back to Ms Gilbert's front door. Jesus, Matt thought, he couldn't even remember the last time Elena had mentioned her aunt Jenna. That was another death Elena got over pretty quickly. It was like she performed the correct amount of sorrow in order to demonstrate some shock of compassion. When the reality was she didn't give a shit. Or maybe she had. For like a second. Then when she realised how it all just added to the great Elena Gilbert Opera she milked those tears for all they were worth. That is until she got bored. I wonder how many tears she'll spill when she finds out her beloved Damon and Stefan are no more. Matt smiled and ordered another drink. Killing was thirsty work and there was more to come...