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"What the hell is going on?" David repeated.

"That's exactly what I'd like to know. Someone mind telling me why you've been trying to kill my pet?" Stefan growled, standing up and turning to face the others.

"Easy, Stefan," Bonnie murmured. She didn't need any of her powers to tell that he was upset and the last thing any of them needed was for him to lose control and possibly kill someone.

"'Pet'," Mary Margaret repeated in confusion. "That's what Emma called herself when she called someone which I guess was probably you," she stated.

"And none of us poisoned her. It was a man named Killian Jones, also known as Captain Hook," Regina replied. At this, the vampire tensed.

"Hook? Don't tell me Pan's here too," Stefan said, his eyes flashing with something that Bonnie couldn't really put her finger on. It almost looked like…fear. But why? What did a childhood story of a boy who never grew up have to do with anything?

"No, but I wouldn't be surprised if he sent someone here," Mr. Gold replied.

"Great. Just what I needed," Stefan muttered to himself. I don't want to have to face Peter Pan! I just came here to save Emma, he thought to himself. He had come here out of necessity and he hadn't really expected to have to face anything. But wasn't that always the way? Well, he supposed that there wasn't anything that he could do now but to help them with whatever they were up against. Then, his attention was diverted back to Emma as she started to rise from the bed. "Whoa. Easy, Pet," he cautioned, materializing at her side in an instant. She had been bombarded with a large amount of magic and only had a little bit of his blood in her system, and the last thing they needed was for her to overdo things.

"I'm fine. In fact-I feel amazing," she told him. "Your blood did the trick, just like always," she stated.

"'Just like always'?" Bonnie repeated. "Something like this has happened before?" she queried. Stefan looked at Emma who nodded her consent.

"Yeah. There's something in her system that's incompatible with magic of any kind and for some reason, my blood balances it out. I have no idea why," the vampire responded with a shrug. And that was the truth. He wasn't sure what had happened to her, but if his blood was the one thing that would keep her from dying from its effects; he'd give it to her. At this, Mr. Gold, Mary Margaret, Henry, Regina, David, and Bonnie looked at him in surprise.

"Magic hurts her?" Mary Margaret asked in surprise. Well no wonder she was in so much pain, she thought to herself.

"I had no idea," Regina stated, her face taking on a guilty expression. It hadn't even occurred to her that the spell that she was using in an effort to make the woman more comfortable was actually hurting her.

"Not your fault. You were trying to help," Emma assured, seeing the look. She then grabbed onto Stefan as she once more started to get out of the bed. She smiled at him gratefully and Bonnie watched them with some confusion. What exactly was going on? How did Stefan know this woman? And there were different types of magic? Was that even possible? Well, she supposed it could be. Even though her grandmother and ancestor's grimoires helped, it wasn't like she had an exact training manual for all of this. Stefan looked to Bonnie who seemed to be really confused.

"I'll explain all of this soon, I promise," he told her. If she was confused, he couldn't really blame her. After all, it wasn't very often she was asked to sprint herself and somebody else to a town that neither one of them had ever heard of. But it had been necessary. He couldn't just let Emma die.

"Okay," the witch agreed with a nod. Even though they had never been best of friends, she knew that the vampire would keep her safe. She could trust him. She'd have to. He was the only one she knew here. Meanwhile, at the edge of Storybrooke Bay, two people-a man and a woman-were on a ship, talking about what had happened having seen it through a spell.

"I can't believe that boy was able to save her! How'd he even get here?" the woman asked angrily.

"I honestly have no idea. It shouldn't have been possible," the man responded.

"Well, obviously it was!" the woman shouted, using her hand to toss a small mirror across the room of the ship. The man winced as the mirror hit the wall and shattered.

"Now look what you've done, Cora. Seven years of bad luck," he grumbled.

"Oh for Heaven's sake, Hook. Don't tell me you actually believe that," Cora scoffed. It was just an old wives' tale. She had never seen a broken mirror bring about seven years of bad luck for the person who had broken it.

"We come from a fairytale land, Love. I would think that you of all people would know that myths have some basis of truth," Hook responded. Cora had to give Hook that. But she still wasn't convinced that the broken mirror meant anything other than that there was now a mess on the floor. However, to appease the pirate as she still needed him on her side for the moment, she used another wave of her hand to fix the broken mirror.

"This boy-this vampire as he calls himself-would be an interesting asset, don't you think?" Cora queried.

"Given the fact that he was practically murderous over the idea of someone harming Snow White's daughter, I really doubt he'd be interested in helping us," Hook pointed out.

"He will be if we give him the right incentive. We just have to keep his young slave away," she responded. Hook raised an eyebrow at Cora but said nothing. He wasn't sure why Cora thought the young girl with the boy was a slave, but he wasn't going to ask her and risk getting on her bad side. Besides, they would most likely find out the answer to her assumption sooner rather than later. The pirate grinned and the woman returned the gesture. Yes, things were going along just swimmingly. Soon, Regina would be back under her thumb and the power would be theirs. And that's all that she had ever wanted: for her and Regina to have all the power and nobility in the kingdom. It didn't matter that Regina thought she didn't want it anymore. She was going to have it and Cora would make sure that it happened. Because without power, you were nothing. And Regina was much too good to be merely nothing. She had realized it once; she just needed to get her daughter to realize it again. All she had to do was come up with a plan: maybe use her son as an incentive. She only wanted the best for young Henry and for that, she needed power. Yes, the thought of power for Henry would lure Regina back in, she was sure of it. Yes. This is going to be great, she thought to herself. She would have everything that she desired. While all of this was going, back in Mystic Falls, Damon had decided to take drastic measures in his attempts to get Elena to turn her emotions back on. This included strapping her to a chair much like Lexi had done to Stefan.

"What are you doing, Damon? We both know you'll never hurt me," Elena smirked. She had seen what Lexi had done to Stefan to get him to turn his humanity back on and there was no way Damon would ever bring himself to do that to her.

"Don't be so sure about that, Elena. We both know this isn't you. You have too much compassion," Damon responded. Her only answer was a humorless laugh. Compassion. That was his big appeal? Her compassion? What had that gotten her? Absolutely nothing. Then, before she knew what was happening, Damon had pulled out a stake and stabbed her in the leg. She screamed.

"You bastard!" she growled. I can't believe he actually did it! she thought to herself.

"Feeling angry yet?" he queried almost hopefully. Anger was an emotion and if she was feeling an emotion, he had something to work with.

"No. just surprised," she answered in a monotone. And it was true. She hadn't expected him to have the guts to hurt her. He always claimed to love her so she had figured that he'd chicken out. "After all, you claimed to love me. Guess you were just lying. Or are you still hurt that I chose Stefan over you even though we met first?" she taunted. For a moment, Damon's eyes darkened with pain but then mentally shrugged it off. She was just trying to hurt him. She didn't actually mean it. He just had to cast aside his feelings and do this. Wow. I don't believe this. I'm actually using the Lexi method, he thought to himself. Granted, he hadn't put much stock into it when she had come back when the veil had dropped, but the fun route hadn't panned out and even though he was loath to admit, Elena was like Stefan when it came to her emotions so maybe this was the way to go for her. As if she knew what he was thinking, Elena gave Damon a patronizing look. "Come on, Damon. This is really beneath you. I mean, weren't you the one who broke Stefan out for some brotherly bonding?" she pointed out. "And we all know how that ended. He told you that he couldn't wait to leave you. And you know why? Because he hates you. He hates that you've done nothing but get in his way. He resents you, you know. You stole Katherine from him. And then you tried to steal me. What is it with you Damon? Do you like his sloppy seconds?" she mocked, still using the same wooden tone that had become her signature since she had turned off her emotions. Damon reared back a hand as if to strike her and Elena flashed him a smile. She had gotten to him. He was going to give in to his emotions. Seeing the look, Damon stopped. Then, gritting his teeth, he just took the stake and plunged it into her shoulder, eliciting a scream from the girl. Remember; separate yourself from your emotions. She doesn't mean anything she says, he said to himself. Yes, her comment had hurt, but if he wanted to be successful, he had to ignore it. But it was hard. This was not the girl he and his brother had fallen for. This was a cold shell who didn't care about anyone or anything. And this was different than her turning off her humanity. At least when a vampire had no humanity, they felt things: pleasure, lust, whatever. But Elena displayed none of those things and it was like she was truly dead. And that killed him. He didn't like seeing her this way. He just wanted his friend back. Was that really so much to ask for? Hearing the door open, he glanced in the direction of the sound. "Reinforcements, Damon? What'd you do? Get Bonnie and her creepy professor to drop the veil again so that you can drag Lexi down here? You're forgetting that I know all of her tricks now," she smirked. However, it wasn't the blonde she had expected, but rather, Caroline.

"Damon, what are you doing?" she gasped, taking in the scene.

"What's necessary," came the answer. "She didn't want to feel anything after Jeremy's death-not that I don't blame her as she did lose her brother-but I'm personally not a big fan of Zombie Elena and the only way to get her back is to make her feel something," he continued. Caroline nodded. She hated to admit it, but what he said made sense.

"I let Tyler know. I mean-I know he can't call back, but…" she bit her lip and fell silent. Damon felt a stab of sympathy for the girl. Damn Klaus for doing this to them all. If it hadn't been for him none of this wouldn't have happened. Okay, enough of that. He had to focus on getting Elena back to normal. Elena let out a scoff.

"Could you please quit whining? We're all sick of it. Why don't you just bang Klaus already? We all know you want to," she said and the other girl's jaw dropped. Had those words actually come out of one of her best friend's mouths?

"You bitch!" she exclaimed and started to fly at her only to have the older vampire stop her.

"Don't. You're just giving her what she wants," he told her.

"I don't care! I can't believe she just said that!" she fumed and Damon did the only thing he could think of to do: he blurred her back upstairs.

"Stay up here and don't come near us until I say you can," he ordered.

"Don't order me around. I'm gonna wring her skinny little neck," she growled.

"Look right now, all you're doing is playing right into her hands, which means you're useless to me," he retorted. Hurt flashed in her eyes as she started to hit him, but he quickly grabbed her arm. "She wants you to get angry. She's trying to use your emotions against you," he explained. She blew out a breath and nodded.

"I get what you mean. You need a clear head to deal with her and unfortunately, I'm not going to be capable of that," she realized. Damon hadn't been trying to hurt her. He just meant that she couldn't help in this particular situation, which totally sucked because she wanted to help, but she couldn't.

"Exactly," he confirmed. "I'm gonna go make sure Zombie Girl didn't try to escape," he said and started back the way he came. He then turned his head. "And…you're not useless." She gave a curt nod and with that, he blurred back downstairs and the blonde-haired vampire allowed a small smile to grace her lips as she shook her head. That was the closest thing Damon would ever get to an apology. She had long ago learned how to speak "Damon", which had become easier after the older vampire had taken the time to talk to her shortly after her transition, which had led to them hashing out everything he had done to her. And surprisingly-at the time at least-he had been remorseful about his actions towards her. She went to one of the rooms and laid on the bed. Even if she wasn't able to physically help Damon, with Stefan gone, she was going to stay here and be his emotional support when it was needed whether he wanted it or not. Because Elena was her friend and she would be damned if she'd give up on her.