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A/N: Okay this may or may not be the last chapter I'll decide by the end. By the by thanks so much for the reviews I love them, I love this story, and I love you guys. I have writer's block with OBD and I'm currently in the midst of writing the next chapter to No Rest For The Wicked, and add all that up with work I'm sure you guys can see that time isn't my friend so sorry about the scarce updates, I'll try to be better. Okay enough about me enjoy ;).
"Pants on the Ground..."
Alaric's about thirty minutes from the North Carolina border when he's doused with the cold water of reality. Somewhere between offering to get more liquor and his way back to the manor he found himself making a right instead of a left; chucking the deuces to Mystic Falls and all of its inhabitants. He doesn't want to be a superhero, a savior, or anything else. He wants to be a regular old guy. A regular old hot guy. His epiphany of getting the hell out of crazy town is thwarted the minute the haze clears from his brain.
He's still flooring the gas at 102 mph after he gets his memories back. He's thinking that maybe this is for the best. He'll get a clean slate and he can use this sudden amnesia as an excuse. He's nearly done convincing himself when he gazes at the backseat and sees the offending item. The item that has shredded his dream of getting away from hell town alive. The white oak stake is in his car teasing him with its presence. Telling him that there is no way out, that he must return. He sighs heavily licking his suddenly chapped lips. It's now or never and at the sight of the Welcome to North Carolina sign; his hands clutch tightly to the steering wheel and he's driving over medians to complete the most illegal of u-turns. Klaus is probably already reinstated and he can't leave his friends now.
No matter how much he wants too.
"Fuck my life."
Klaus' mocking smile doesn't leave as he rounds back, slamming the door. Damon's pants are on the ground and he spins on his heel to face him nearly tripping, still fully erect. The fact the he's naked in front of the likes of this 'my little pony' hybrid pales to the fact that she's naked in front of him. He steps back shielding her frame with his; and although she's thankful for the gesture she'll never tell him. It's just how things are.
"Well isn't this lovely?" the hybrid's smile deepens. "Guess we've just found our modern day Romeo and Juliet. What do you think 'Bekah?"
Damon stiffens at her name a cringe overtaking him. She waltzes in like she owns the world towing an unconscious Matt by the neck of his shirt. Bonnie gasps and the female original rolls her cornflower blues.
"Oh save the dramatics I didn't kill him." She informs and by the decline in Bonnie's heart she knows the witch believes her. "Yet." she feels the need to throw in.
Narrowing her eyes at the lone woman original she switches gears to Klaus. "How are you alive?" the witch questions finally making her voice known. "We-we killed you."
At his cunning smile the dark-haired vampire grimaces. It's obvious that in his spare time Klaus spends hours watching The Dark Knight. His smile is getting more and more 'joker-ish' by the minute, she thinks. Weirdly, she's not sure its her thought at all.
"It seems that your hunter friend isn't very smart. I can say with 99% accuracy that the lad probably doubled back to collect his stake."
"Shit!" Bonnie and Damon curse in unison.
"And here I am to breathe another day." he smiles.
"You don't breathe." Bonnie sneers watching as her clothes float into her hands.
Damon rolls his eyes at the parlor trick in annoyance. If anything she should have been throwing out migraines, now wasn't the time to be modest. As if she had anything to be modest about. He shuts up when she so graciously sails his into his hands. He gives her a lopsided grin that she doesn't return. She doesn't even meet his eyes to receive the gesture and his annoyance soars to agitation. Damon Salvatore doesn't like being ignored.
"Technicalities, love." he sees Klaus shoo flicking over one of Stefan's antiques. "Any who I'm back to execute my revenge." and the maddening smile is back along with the clasp of his hands.
In less than a second Damon sees Rebekah flash from the door to him; and before he has a chance to protect himself its too late. The ligaments in his neck are already stretching and his neck is snapped. Bonnie yelps at the scene and tries her best to stop the fleeing vamp; but is stopped by the cold dead hand of Klaus' over her mouth.
"You see I wouldn't do that if I were you." Klaus whispers in her ear. "Now I'm going to give you one more chance to come with me willingly—"
"Dammit witch!" he hisses watching his burnt hand heal.
Bonnie uses this slight distraction as a getaway only to be caught by the door with a bleeding appendage pressed to her mouth. Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes what he's just done. His mouth is back pressed to her ear in an instant with its final warning.
"Do as I say or kiss your witchery goodbye." the amusement that has been in his voice the whole time is gone. All she hears is the callous promise in his threat and the wind in her ears.
Stefan comes to in the midst of Elena's heavy pants and wheezing. Her face the color of a blue jay as she continues to bind the noise of her pain. He's quickly at her side as her eyes begin to roll behind her head. He's biting into his wrist watching her blue fingers come back to life. Latching onto his wrist she drinks greedily until the pain is all but gone.
"What happened?" he says really eyeing the room and the seemingly lifeless bodies of Caroline and Tyler.
"Klaus." Elena sighs wiggling her fingers for good measure. "He has Bonnie and Damon."
And with that she remembers just what the two have been doing this whole time. Suddenly she feels sick to her stomach for a whole new reason. Stefan sees the glint in her eyes, but he says nothing as usual. He suffers in silent used to the pain.
Groans coming from the other side of the room gains their attention within a second Caroline and Tyler join the new party.
"That bastard kissed me." Caroline shrieks in disgust wiping at her mouth furiously. She bites her lip at Tyler's angry face.
"I'm gonna kill him." the baby hybrid snarls. "I swear I'm gonna kill his ass." he seethes.
"Not if I get to him first." Stefan chimes in. Klaus still hasn't paid enough for ruining his life. For ruining his life with her.
"Am I the only one who feels…" Caroline trails off because she doesn't know the right word. Tyler feels it in for her. "Weird." he shrugs lifting an eyebrow.
She snaps her finger punching him in his shoulder. "That's it! What happened to us."
Elena wants to know the same thing its all really surreal.
"Let's focus guys we have to get Damon and Bonnie back." he wants to know too, but the bliss he felt in his ignorance was enough to make him want to go back.
"Well let's put a move on it." Care agrees leading the trio to the place the door used to be when they realize they're a body short.
Elena's still in the same spot, eyes on the ground.
"Elena ?" Stefan asks going back to the unusually quiet brunette. Her long sleeved covered arms are crossed under her breast and her ex-lover is starting to worry.
"Klaus compelled me to stay put." She finally relinquishes. "So I guess this is one adventure I'll be missing out on." she sighs.
Stefan shakes his head incredulously. He really doesn't want to leave her alone, but Damon needs him he can feel it. Just when he goes to make that crucial decision she makes it for him.
"Save your brother." she smiles softly. "Don't worry about me."
She sees him waver, but it isn't enough. "Go Stefan, I'm not your problem anymore."
The hurt in his eyes hurt her, but it was the truth and sometimes it hurts.
With one last look he speeds out the door and despite the fact there's a pang in her heart about Damon; she cries for what she and Stefan once had. Because maybe just maybe she wants it again.
Bonnie's hands are shaking as she pours the blood over each Original's name. She can hear the heart wrenching cries from Damon floating from somewhere in the house. Close enough for her to hear him, but far enough to not know where he is. Klaus is practically laughing in her face and she hates him even more.
"Sorry, love." he says wiping at his eyes. "It just tickles me how you have sympathy for someone who bothers you so much."
Hazel eyes narrowed as she says. "You bother me."
"We're not on the same team." he informs coolly. "And I didn't kill your mother."
The simple reminder makes her stiffen at Kol's name and suddenly she doesn't feel as bad.
She begins the incantation halfheartedly hoping she can pull the wool over his eyes as she did everyone else with the Gilbert device. When Klaus brings out his phone of a happy Jeremy and playful dog she realizes she can't.
Rebekah is having a ball with Damon. She's playing whip crack away with the battered vamp and the sound of his screams are music to her ears.
And yet, she still isn't satisfied.
She needs him to beg for mercy, right now he's still prideful. No bother she decides as she once again dips the whip in a tub of vervain, they have all night.
She hits him across the face her eyes dance with glee at the deep welt it makes. So deep it bleeds; she gives him two more. It cracks around his neck for the eighth time and the pleas finally come.
"Yes darling?" she says into his ear digging in the flesh.
He's silent holding in his pain again. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of hearing it. That is until the hallucinations started. His mind clouded with visions of he and Elena happy and living. Cluttered with false hopes and dreams that could never be.
"Get out of my head bitch." he spats blood flying out with the order.
"Now Mr. Salvatore I don't think you're in the position to make such requests." she smiles plunging her hand into his chest. "I'm only trying to give you a peaceful home going, is it the wrong love?"
His eyes balked at the feel of her cold hand caressing his heart. "Maybe your heart can tell me."
At the squeeze of his dead muscle he's seeing stars and at the illusion of Bonnie he's gone.
By the time Bonnie finishes the spell the cavalry is running up the driveway with a white stake flailing Alaric. Looking at how dumb they look she realizes why they never win. She realizes that she's surrounded by idiots.
The foursome stop in their tracks at the sight of her and she unnecessarily squints her eyes. "Where's Elena?"
"Where's Damon?" Stefan returns.
She thinks back to the walk down the long hall and seeing him in one of the rooms. He was hanging from the ceiling from chains all beat up and bruised. She took a step to save him and Klaus encouraged her.
"Go head." he says smiling into her ear. "Save the man who's killed so much of the line he vowed to protect."
She'd kept going, to the door.
"Inside." is what she finds herself saying. "It doesn't matter if you stake one of them now, they aren't connected anymore." she shares.
"We were so close." she states.
And I'm ending it here not really happy with this chapter but its been sitting on my computer soooo long, like a year. I may come back and change it and yes it will be one final chapter to discuss the aftermath of Bonnie's spell and how the gang all feels. Thanks for reading xoxo;).