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Notes: Language, violence and gore depicted.
hello little boys, little toys
"Oh, you can hear me cry
See my dreams all die
From where you're standing
On your own.
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold."
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"Oh my God, Jeremy!" Stephanie's heart stopped as Elena raced past her and draped herself over her brother. Time was suddenly disjointed and her limbs disconnected from her body. "He's not breathing! Damon, he's not breathing!" Elena's hands ran over Jeremy's head and face; she touched his neck and his bare shoulders, and ran her fingers over his still chest and heart. Stephanie took one step closer, and then another.
"Bloody hell," Kol breathed somewhere far away. "It's Silas. He's . . . he looks just like . . ."
Stephanie kneeled on the ground across from Elena, who was still running her hands over her brother's body. Distantly, she heard a new voice talking to Damon.
"This vampire Katherine," He was explaining, "came out of nowhere. She revived Silas, took the Cure and got the hell out of dodge. If I didn't need a lift back up to the surface, I'd have gone after her."
"Who exactly are you?" Damon's voice was low and menacing.
"Galen Vaughn. I'm another hunter and I was here to kill that bastard." Their conversation quieted and Stephanie took one of Jeremy's hands in hers. It was rapidly cooling. Across the cavern, Rebekah stirred.
Elena looked up and through tear stained eyes at the Original. "You . . . this is your fault!" She leapt up and tackled a still wounded Rebekah, tearing her to the ground. "You killed him! You brought him here!"
"It was Katherine," Rebekah hissed through dry lips. "She killed Jeremy. She . . . killed Faye. She killed Faye," Rebekah moaned. It was low, desolate and inconsolable sound.
"It was your fault he was even here!" Elena screamed and her hands scrabbled to get purchase of Rebekah's clothes. She hauled up the older vampire and shoved her against one of the stone walls, repeatedly hitting Rebekah until it cracked.
"That's enough," Damon said quietly. "Elena. Elena, come on." He reached for her, but Elena reared back her head and hissed at him, eyes black and fangs protruding. Rebekah took advantage and shoved Elena off of her and straight into Damon, making them stumble but not fall.
Klaus made his presence known for the first time. Stephanie had almost forgotten him. "Rebekah," Klaus said. "Come on, love. Let's settle down now –" Stephanie could see the dagger hidden in the back of his jeans, the hem of his shirt riding up and revealing it and sliver of pale skin.
"No, no, no!" Rebekah threw Klaus and collapsed next to Faye's still body and screeched. "She's dead, she's dead!" Klaus picked himself up and fast as lightening, slid the dagger into his sister's back. Her lips popped into a surprised 'o' and she slumped forward, skin greying. Her desiccating body rested on Faye's.
Klaus used gentle hands to straighten up her legs and arms, settling her next to Faye as opposed to on top of her. "I'll revive her at a later time," He said to no one in particular, and so no one responded.
"Hey," Bonnie called. She sounded shaken but determined. "We need to find Katherine and get the Cure back so we can kill him as soon as he wakes up." She jerked a thumb at the body on the stone stab that was rapidly paling from grey to porcelain. "Kol, stay here and watch them." Kol's eyes were still riveted to the body, but he nodded slowly.
"Damon, Klaus, with me," Bonnie commanded. "Kol, put a containment spell on Silas." She turned to Vaughn and arched her brows.
"I'll stay here with the big guy," He said flatly and wiped at a drop of blood in the corner of his mouth.
"Fine. Stephanie?"
"I'll be here," She said vaguely and felt herself stand and move to Elena's side. Elena was still trembling, but she was strong enough to pull Steph back to Jeremy's body. She crouched and held his hand in her arms. Elena rocked him unsteadily, while Stephanie sat vigilantly next to her.
"Be careful, love," Klaus said to Steph as his departing, shooting Silas' body a hostile glance. He glared at Vaughn as well for good measure, before he, Damon and Bonnie left the wishing well together – combination that Stephanie would have taken the time to laugh at if it were any other occasion. Vaughn took several steps away from the two female vampires and the dead hunter, and went to stand next to Kol as his lips moved silently.
"He looks exactly like –" Vaughn began in a careful tone, but Kol cut him off quickly.
"I know. Don't say anything." He gave the hunter a significant look and finished the spell. "He should be fine for now. Let's just hope that they find Katarina relatively quickly, because I'm not sure how long this will hold."
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The trees whipped past her on either side and she could feel the sand sliding in her shoes, warm and uncomfortable.
"Where do you think you're going, Katarina?" Katherine felt a cold sweat break out on her neck, but she just pushed herself to faster faster faster. "Oh no, Katarina; your time is up." Klaus blurred in front of her and held out a hand, forcing her to stop or run into him. His face was pleasant, as was his tone, but his bearing indicated that he was liable to spring at a moment's notice.
"Oh, really?" Katherine pulled on some bravado to hide her anxiety. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. "How do you know this wasn't the plan all along? Get you guys out here alone?"
"Because you're not stupid." Damon appeared in her line of sight with a deliberately superior smirk etched onto his marble face. "You know you can't win a fight against all of us."
"I don't have to," Katherine replied. She always was quick on her feet. "Faye and Jeremy are dead, putting both Elena and Rebekah out of commission because of their debilitating grief. Boo hoo. I can see that Stephanie isn't with you, so clearly she's still infatuated with little Gilbert, and the hunter is gone as well. It's just the two of you against me. And I have the Cure."
"But I wield Expression." Bonnie stepped out of the trees with both of hands raised and the ground rumbled ominously. "Klaus is a hybrid. And Damon makes for a good distraction." She began to chant in a foreign language that Katherine had never heard before, but its spoken words made Klaus look up, intrigued. They were close enough to the beach that Katherine could see and hear the water beating the shore with ten times more force than usual; trees fell and thunder rolled. There was a crack of lightening and Katherine could hear the beginnings of a fire sizzle and pop in the dry foliage.
Bonnie's eyes turned white and black veins crawled down her face and neck, up her fingers and arms. Her hair was wild and standing on end with electricity. Bonnie's left hand twitched and Katherine felt herself choke on something in the back of her throat. Her fingers tightened on the Cure, but she stumbled forward and then to her knees, suddenly weakened. Bonnie strode forward, hands extended.
Katherine's eyes welled up as she tasted salt on her tongue. She coughed and then began to vomit water. She choked on salt and sand that was coating her tongue and teeth. She dropped the Cure.
"Let's not kill her yet," She heard Damon say. "I think Elena wants first dibs. She deserves first dibs."
Then everything went dark.
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Stephanie pet Elena's hair as the taller girl rocked, and made soothing noises at her. Elena had relaxed at some point, dropping the hysterics but turned nearly comatose in the process. The other hunter, Vaughn, had stayed close to Silas' side. He was as tense and as predictable as a live wire, fidgeting as he waited for the others to return with the Cure. Kol paid him no mind, but was acting . . . strange. He kept eyeing Silas' body with a strange sort of fascination and horror that was a little frightening to see on him.
Elena suddenly whimpered and clutched at Jeremy's arm. "Stephanie?"
"Sh, sh, it's okay," Stephanie said and she scooted backwards and curled her arms around Elena's shoulders. "Bonnie and Damon will be back soon with Katherine."
Elena's head jerked and she stared into Steph's eyes with a fathomless gaze. Then there was a spark. "She can bring him back," She whispered.
"What?" Steph's brows furrowed.
"Bonnie can bring him back," Elena repeated more fervently. "She can do it with Expression."
"Elena, I don't think," Stephanie started, but paused. She didn't want to destroy Elena, but new vampire couldn't deny what had happened. Perhaps they could try with Bonnie. Elena hummed and turned back to Jeremy's body and stroked his face with her finger. Stephanie averted her eyes; she couldn't bear to look at Jeremy's still features when he'd always been so passionate.
Kol suddenly twitched and looked at the mouth of their cave. Stephanie looked up as well, but then heard it; Klaus and the others had returned and were on their way down the tunnels. Stephanie slowly rose from the ground, keeping a hand on Elena's shoulder to support her friend. Damon came into sight first, and he rushed to their sides.
"Damon."
"We found her," Damon assured Stephanie and gave her a very brief hug before he slowly bent down to be level with Elena.
"So let's get this over with," Klaus' voice boomed around the cavern. "I'd like to get home already." Katherine was slung over his shoulder and he set her down none too gently next to Vaughn. "Don't kill her yet, mate." Vaughn snorted.
Klaus moved to stand next to his brother at the same time Bonnie did, and they both looked at Silas for the first time together. However, Stephanie saw that their backs immediately tensed their whole bodies stilled. Stephanie furrowed her brows again. "What's the matter?"
Silas' arm twitched and he suddenly jerked forward into a sitting position and swung his head around wildly, seemingly disoriented. Then he saw Damon. "Ah, there he is. My shadow self."
Damon looked up and his jaw dropped. "The hell . . . ?" Stephanie looked at Silas and did a double take; he was an exact replica of her brother, down to the same cocky smirk that was so comfortably settled on his pretty pink lips. His hair was a little longer, a bit more unruly, but the same dark curls that Damon shared with their mother. Silas' eyes were the same piercing blue . . .
"Bloody hell, there's two of them," Klaus blurted out, an uncharacteristic thing for the hybrid to do.
"Great observational skills, really, you should have been a detective, Niklaus," Silas drawled and swung his legs over and off of the slab. He moved to stand, but was repelled by Kol's invisible barrier. Silas clicked his tongue. "Clever, little witch, but that's not enough to stop me."
"'Little?'" Kol repeated, aghast.
Silas ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he surveyed the cavern, already moving on from Kol. His eyes found Elena in Damon's arms and he cocked his head. "How interesting . . ." Damon tightened his hold on Elena and Stephanie stepped in front of them, folding her arms aggressively across her chest. Silas chuckled. "You look familiar as well, Stephanie . . . hm."
"Alright." Bonnie stepped forward with the Cure in hand. "We're putting an end to this, now."
"Is that the Cure?" Silas looked at the tiny glass vial clenched in the witch's hands. "I'll take that, if you don't mind."
"Oh, we'll give it to you, darling," Kol assured the immortal.
"But first I need the rest of those sacrifices made," Silas sighed. "Shane failed me."
"No one else is going to help you perform mass murder," Vaughn growled, speaking to the monster destiny told him was his responsibility to kill. "You're going to die."
Silas clucked his tongue. "Well, that just won't do." He narrowed blue eyes and suddenly Stephanie blinked.
When her eyes opened again, she was no longer in the cavern but in her room from 1864. Stephanie surged forward in her bed, but immediately regretted it; her head spun and she felt like vomiting. She rested her hands on her bed to steady herself and then looked up. Her room was the same as it had been in 1864; there was nothing remarkable about it at all, besides the fact that she was there. There was a knock on her door and Stephanie reflexively called out for them to enter.
Damon stepped into her bedroom looking cool and collected, wearing his dark blue jeans and black leather jacket and boots combination. "What are you still doing in bed?"
"What are you doing wearing those clothes?"
Damon looked down at himself. "Huh, you're right; these don't belong in this time period. Excuse me; I'm still trying to pick everything up." His blue gaze pierced her soul. "Being stuck alone on an island for two thousand years can really make a guy miss out on the good stuff."
"Silas," Stephanie murmured.
"Ding, ding," Silas chanted with a grin. "Got it in one! You're much brighter than your boyfriend. Niklaus, is it? He took a while longer. But then again, you are Damon's sister . . ."
"Where did you see Klaus? Where are we?" Stephanie stood but the room still spun on its axis. There was a kink in her neck, which never happened anymore considering she was dead, and so she placed a hand there; but when she took her fingers away, they were covered in blood.
Silas waved a dismissive hand. "I left Klaus in his own personal hell with Daddy to accompany him."
Stephanie clenched her blood stained hands. "How are you doing this?"
"Baby, didn't anyone tell you that I'm psychic?" Silas asked, deceptively friendly. He stepped over the threshold and strode to Steph's side. She backed up and put the bed between him and her.
"So, what? Are you taking turns torturing us in our minds for trying to kill you?" She demanded. "How original."
Silas shrugged. "I mean, I always thought that the originals were the best, you know? Or at least that's what I've gathered from your heads; the remakes always suck, and Plan A is usually a keeper. Or something like that, anyway."
"Who else have you visited?" Besides Klaus, her mind supplied and she worried about him. She worried about Damon and Elena – poor, anguished Elena who'd just lost her brother.
"Ah, let's see," Silas counted off on his fingers. "Klaus is afraid of his parents, so there's that; Kol is afraid of his magic being taken away along with the little Miss Bennett, surprisingly enough; there's also some childhood trauma there too, but what do you expect with that family? Elena Gilbert just lost her last living relative, so she was easy as pie to work up." Stephanie felt her fangs beginning to push through her gums. "Vaughn, the hunter," Silas clarified when Stephanie pulled a face, "lost his family to vampires too, what do you know? Miss Bennett . . . has a delightfully dark mind that I just cannot wait to explore further when I'm mortal again . . ."
"So you saved Damon and me for last?" Stephanie asked sharply.
"Well, I am a little conceited," Silas admitted as he stepped around the bed and trailed the back of his hand over her face. Stephanie snarled. "I wanted to look at my face last. And I did want to look at you again."
"Why? And why did you bring me here? There's nothing here," Stephanie said, and as she spoke, she realized it was true; besides she and Silas, there wasn't another solitary sound. She moved past the other immortal and peeked out her window; the animals and the slaves and servants were missing from the plantation.
"Oh, there's something here alright," Silas corrected and then the world he'd created in Stephanie's head warped. Her room suddenly was bathed in blood; red handprints decorated the walls and her bedcovers, and her dress dripped with the thick and hot substance. Her fangs were already bulging. "And you remind me of my own sister, Stephanie. Her name was Cecelia. She wasn't a witch, though. Bit of a bore, really, except she liked to tear the wings off of butterflies . . ."
Stephanie's eyes widened and she quickly moved out of her room, slipping and sliding on the blood that coated the floor. The hall was worse, though; familiar bodies were laid up against the walls, eyes open and mouths agape. They were her friends and family from all eras of her life; human, vampire . . . her father was next to her bedroom, next to Damon's still body. Elena and Lexi and Caroline . . .
Stephanie ran.
"You can't hide from me," Silas' voice emanated from every corner of her mind and the scene rapidly changed to 1920s Chicago. "I know your every though, wish and desire."
"Get out of my head!"
Stephanie slipped into Gloria's club and saw every face was slack, even as their bodies twirled on in the rapid dance movements of the 20s. Gloria's jaw was hanging a grotesque angle as disjointed lyrics poured from her lip from her most popular song. Silas popped in front of Stephanie and put his hands on her shoulders. He dragged her forward, kicking and screaming and tore into her neck, savaging her flesh.
"Get out of my friends' heads!" A new voice thundered and Silas was shaken to his knees, where he curled his hands around his head.
Stephanie gasped awake on the cave floor. She scrabbled around for someone, anyone, and felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her backwards. Bonnie's eyes were white again and blood was pouring out of her nose like a river as she forced Silas down with one hand and shoved the Cure down his throat with the other. Silas choked, but Bonnie closed his mouth for him and his lips were sewn shut with magic. Blood dribbled down his chin.
Then she twisted his neck with her caramel hands and his head hung from his shoulders at an impossible angle. Someone screamed.
"Bloody hell, she did it," Klaus' shaken voice whispered in her ear. "Bloody hell," He repeated. Stephanie was inclined to agree. Bonnie's hands fell back to her sides and she slumped to the ground. Kol scrabbled across the cave floor to her side, his own eyes looking a little crazy as he hefted her up into his arms securely.
He sound hoarse. "Let's get off this Goddamned island."
No one disagreed.
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(They ended up burning the body before they left, just in case).
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Somehow, when the group returned from the island a day later, everyone ended up at the Gilbert house except for Klaus, Rebekah and Faye's body. They'd given Galen Vaughn a ride back to civilization, and he'd promptly disappeared. Someone had called Matt, and he, Anna and Caroline had arrived the following day, after everyone had had a good night's sleep before they took on the next set of challenges. Someone had called all of the live parents and explained that they were all right, although Bonnie's father had a few choice words with her over the phone (she hung up on him).
Katherine was sitting tied up in the kitchen with a gag over her mouth and Jeremy's body was lying on the couch.
Elena was sitting next to him, sedate and silent as she played with his ring in her fingers. Matt and Anna stood awkwardly, close to her, but not near enough to touch, drinking tea and coffee respectively. Damon paced the kitchen and Stephanie herself stood stiffly behind the couch with Caroline. Kol was Bonnie's silent watcher as she sat in the armchair, consulting her grimoire and Kol's mother's.
The smell of death was clogging Stephanie's nose, but she didn't dare mention it in front of Elena, who was so attached to her brother's decomposing body. And just when the oppressive silence was about to overwhelm her, Bonnie looked up from her trance. Elena stirred and looked at her friend hopefully.
"There's nothing in the books," Bonnie finally said and everyone deflated. "But I can try anyway."
Elena bit her lip. "Please."
Bonnie replaced Elena at Jeremy's side, where Kol promptly followed. They settled around his body and the air became thin as Bonnie channeled both her Expression and Kol's reinstated magic to revive the teenager from death. Stephanie stood on the balls of her feet, body tense next to Damon's as she waited. There wasn't a sound in the air except for the humans' breathing.
The now familiar, but still horrifyingly wrong, black veins crept across Bonnie's skin, but it didn't stop there. Her fingertips began to turn completely black, like they were dying, and the color grew up her wrists and arms. She began to shake.
Bonnie's eyes flew open and their milky whiteness began to darken to the eerie black the rest of her body was turning and she and Kol dropped hands with Jeremy at the same time. Then she began to seize on the floor, while Kol sat like an empty husk next to her. Everyone rushed forwards, ignoring the crash they heard in the kitchen, and tried stop Bonnie's seizure.
"Bonnie, Bonnie, no!"
"Somebody give her something to bite down on!"
"Pillow her head!"
There was rapid movement and confusion for several seconds as Bonnie's body began to cease moving relaxed. There was not a breath taken until Bonnie's chest moved up once more. "Bonnie?" Elena whispered, eyes tearing.
Bonnie's lashes fluttered. "I couldn't do it," She croaked. "Jeremy's dead, Elena, and there's nothing I can do to help him."
Elena's face paled rapidly and she pushed her body backwards and curled into herself. "No, no, no!" Damon moved to comfort her, but she only snarled and shoved him off. "He's not dead," She screamed.
"Someone get the humans out of here," Damon snapped over his shoulder. "She's going to do something she'll regret if we don't." Caroline quickly complied, reaching for both Anna and Matt and tugging them out the door and Kol snapped out of his reverie enough to pick Bonnie up into his arms. The five of them vacated quickly, leaving only Stephanie, Elena and Damon together.
"Katherine's gone," Stephanie suddenly realized, seeing the mess of the shattered wood on the kitchen floor.
"Who the hell cares right now," Damon muttered as he tried to get Elena calm. She struggled out of his arms and sprinted to the kitchen, searching the cabinets, throwing things around until she grabbed a bottle of oil. "What are you doing?" Damon asked slowly.
"We need a cover story, right," Elena said, rapid fire. Her voice sounded a little dead; a sharp contrast to the anguished screaming just moments before. "What can we say? He tumbled down the stairs? Got into a car accident? No, I have a better one; we burn down the house with Jeremy's body inside of it."
"Elena, stop," Stephane said urgently.
"Why?" Elena snapped. "Because you want me to face the truth? This is the truth, Stephanie. Damon. I don't want to see this house ever again; I don't want to see these sketches." Elena sprayed the charcoal drawings of Jeremy's that sat at the base of the fireplace. "I don't want this X-Box. I'm not gonna need this bourbon anymore; Alaric isn't here to drink it." Elena finished with the oil and snatched the bourbon. She popped off the top and continued.
Damon and Stephanie rose and exchanged concerned glances. "We can work something else out, Elena," Damon said soothingly.
"What else are we supposed to do, Damon?" Elena growled. "There's no more room in the Gilbert family plot. Jenna and John took the last spots." She grabbed the matches off of the fireplace and lit one.
"Elena, please stop and listen for a moment. You can't burn this place down."
"Why not, Stephanie? There's nothing here for me anymore. It's full of memories of the people that I love that have died . . . my mom, my dad, Jeremy, Alaric, Jenna . . . even John! There's nothing left for me anymore!" She dropped the match, but Damon swooped in and smothered the sparks.
"Elena, you need to calm down," He said firmly.
"I can't, I can't, I can't!" She wailed.
"I can help you," Damon whispered. "I can help you get through this, Elena. Let me help you."
Elena blinked tearful eyes at her boyfriend. "I don't think you can, Damon. No one can help me. So I'm going to help myself."
Stephanie tensed. "What do you mean, Elena?"
"I'm turning it off."
"You don't want to do that," Steph started, her heart in her throat. "You're regret it, I swear, Elena. It will hurt so much when you turn it back on. And what about everyone you love that's still alive? Caroline, Matt, Bonnie, Anna, Damon and me? We care about you."
Elena closed her eyes. "I'm – I'm going to do something for me, now."
"Elena, don't," Damon said fervently. "Steph's right. You won't like it."
"No. I won't care." When she opened her eyes again, they looked dead.
"Elena?" Stephanie asked tentatively. She looked down and saw the matches, and she grasped them.
"I'm going to burn the house down until there's nothing left but ashes," Elena said tonelessly. "You can stay here or go." She got to her feet and lit it. The flame seemed to take ages to fall onto the alcohol and oil, but when it did, the explosion was catastrophic. Damon, Steph and Elena barely got themselves out alive and onto the grassy lawn.
Elena took one impassive look at the house and turned to Damon. She arched a brow at him. "Are you coming?"
Damon and Stephanie exchanged glances once more. Finally, he said, "Yeah. Yeah, um, how about we take a trip, okay Elena?" She tilted her head and stared at her boyfriend and Stephanie had to blink several times to try and makes sense of the person she was seeing in front of her; Elena was so different. She . . . Stephanie couldn't describe it.
"Where are we going?" Elena finally asked.
"New York." Damon licked his lips. Stephanie thought it made a sort of sense; it was far away from Mystic Falls and all of the memories and friends. A dark part of Steph said it could be Elena's Chicago. "We can go to New York and I'll show you all of my old hunting grounds. It'll be great." He reached for her hand, but Elena only curled her lip.
Damon's hand fell back to his side.
"Sounds find." Elena eyed Stephanie. "Are you coming with us?"
The heat of the flames from the house warmed Stephanie's face. The memories may not have bothered Elena anymore, but inside Stephanie was shattering into a million pieces. "No. No, I – I think I'll leave that trip to you two." Elena shrugged, unbothered and led the way down the sidewalk.
Stephanie grabbed Damon's elbow before he could go after her. "Watch her," She hissed. "She's dangerous right now, to herself, to you, and everyone else."
"Don't worry, Steph," Damon reassured her, even though his own eyes were crinkled at the corners with a little unspoken anxiety. "I can handle this. You sure you want to stay here?"
"I'm not going to New York with you."
Damon nodded and released Steph.
Stephanie pursed her lips and asked suddenly, "Are we going to talk about the fact that Silas looked exactly like you? Or about the fact that he spent his only waking hours tormenting us?"
Damon's face pinched. "Another time, little sister. Another time." He turned and flashed after Elena and left Stephanie alone in the dark.
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After notifying Caroline of what had happened after she and the others had left and to pass it on to their friends, Stephanie found herself at the Originals' mansion. She found Klaus standing next to Rebekah's coffin in one of the mostly empty back rooms.
"Going to let her out?"
"Maybe in a week or two," Klaus said and he shut the door with an air of finality. He turned to Stephanie. "How did the resurrection go?" His voice was dry.
"It didn't and Elena turned off her humanity," Stephanie admitted and sighed heavily. She rubbed her hands over her face. "It isn't going to turn out well at all."
"Where's the delightful doppelgänger now?" Klaus asked. He took Stephanie by the elbow and she let him lead her into his art room.
"On her way to New York with Damon."
Klaus hummed and pulled out an envelope from his back pocket. Stephanie furrowed her brows at it. "What's this?"
"You forgot to mention that Katarina managed to give you the slip," He said, deceptively lightly.
"There are more important things going on," Stephanie said a little sharply. She folded her arms tightly around her middle.
Klaus softened and a mischievous glint entered his eyes. "Well, how about a little trip to take your mind off of things?"
"I can't, Klaus. Not now. Not right after . . ." Jeremy's death was left unspoken.
"It'll help take your mind off of him," Klaus pressed. "And Elena and everyone else in this God forsaken town." Stephanie bit her lip. Stay in Mystic Falls or . . . leave? Damon and Elena were gone, and Caroline could take care of the town if she had to. Bonnie and Kol were still there, but with the looks of it, the Expression was taking a turn for the worse . . . "Come on, love. It'll be fun."
Steph pinched the bridge of her nose. "Where are we going?"
"New Orleans."
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tbc.