Hi all. So sorry for huge delay in this chapter. I started writing my own book and let this go by the wayside. Couldn't leave you hanging so now I am back again. Enjoy this.

XO Elaine

Elena drifted in and out of a worry filled slumber. Something was in her dream. Something that shouldn't be there that she couldn't make out. It was a dark presence far away for now but it was most definitely coming closer. Mercifully, Elena woke up but only to find another dark presence hovering over her.

"Stefan," she said scrambling upright. "Are you feeling better?"

Elena could see he wasn't ill any more but he was definitely not alright. His eyes burned a hungry red and wicked looking teeth descended. She could've tried to run but she would never have made it. Stefan seized her by the shoulders hard enough to bruise.

"I want Damon." He almost seemed compelled. His single minded obsession with finding his brother was definitely not normal. Elena was willing to bet Damon, wherever he was, was probably in a similar situation.

"Stefan. You're hurting me. Let go."

"Tell me where he is!"

Suddenly the front door rushed open. A tall man stood in the door way, arms raised looking every bit the powerful being that he was. His deep voice was chanting and Stefan finally let Elena go. He crumpled and landed in a heavy heap on the wooden floor.

"Who are you? What did you do?" Elena snapped accusingly.

The man straighten his tie and entered the house closing the door gently behind him. "Manners, young lady. I did just save your life."

Elena took a step away from him. She could feel his power coming off of him in waves. "Don't come any closer." Elena could see the resemblance to her best friend. She suspected they were probably distantly related down the line.

The man held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "My name is Joseph Deveraux. I am head of 'The Coven' and I am one hundred percent on your side, young miss."

Caroline had never been to London before. She linked hands with Tyler as they stepped aboard a Piccadilly Line Tube train at Heathrow airport. It took them into the city centre as Caroline watched in wonderment at the variety of passengers who graced London Underground. She loved this city already. She made a mental note to come here one day. Hopefully when she wasn't distracted by rescuing a Salvatore. The shopping here must be all kinds of fabulous.

"Where's Damon's apartment at?" Tyler asked.

"Some place called Canary Wharf. Apparently its one of the tallest buildings in the county." Only Damon could choose to live in such an ostentatious location.

They made their way across the vast capital and reached their destination. Both vampire and hybrid could smell blood as they approached the address Elena had provided. The door was open a crack so they walked in freely. The place was most definitely Damon's. There was no mistaking the elegant interior of his home. The only thing marring the beautiful living room was the blood, not to mention the woman laying in the middle of the floor.

"Damon?" Caroline called.

Tyler crouched down next to the lady on the floor. She was quite dead. Life had been sapped from her by an angry or desperate vampire. Perhaps both.

Damon staggered out of the bathroom with wide eyes. He looked like a startled animal and Caroline knew he didn't recognise her. Damon cast his eyes towards Tyler and the woman. "She wouldn't tell me where my brother was. I killed her."

"Are you okay, man?" Tyler asked, instinctively stepping in front of Caroline. Caroline elbowed him out of the way. "I can take care of myself. "

"Stefan," Damon muttered. "Bring me my brother. What have you done with him?"

"Come with us. We'll bring you to him." Caroline coaxed. She glanced at Tyler with a worried expression. One of the most dangerous vampires she knew was completly out of his mind. Delirium had made him paranoid. For once it wasn't his fault. Caroline almost felt sorry for him.

"No! Bring me my brother!"

"Any ideas? He's lost his mind, Tyler."

As a matter of fact Tyler did have an idea. He bunched his hand into a fist and swung as hard as he could. The unfocused Damon never saw it coming. The blow caught him squarely on the chin and he dropped like a stone.

"Brilliant Tyler. How are we supposed to get a fully grown unconscious vampire out of here!?"

Tyler shrugged. "At least he's more compliant now. I'll carry, you compel."

Caroline cursed but opened the front door checking the coast was clear. Tyler called a cab and when it arrived slung Damon over his shoulder.

While Tyler and Caroline had their dilemma Elena faced her own. To believe Joseph Deveraux, or not? He had already told her of the demon that lurked in people's dreams. Apparently the Salvatores could fight it somehow. She was glad he didn't go into greater detail about that yet. Her mind couldn't cope with it right now. Still, it was too elaborate a story to be a lie. Believing him didn't equate to trusting him, however.

"Why did you make Damon and Stefan sick?"

Joseph sighed. "For that I am truly sorry. It was not my intention. I underestimated the strength of the spell."

"What spell?"

"We didn't want the entity knowing anything of our plans. We cast the spell to compel two people to reunite. Physically speaking. The spell won't allow them apart unless the demon is dead. I've never cast it on siblings before. The bond must be too strong and I now fear the entity knows what we're up to anyway."

"So that's why Stefan is obsessed with finding Damon. Is that why he's sick too?"

Joseph nodded. "If Damon doesn't get here soon, they will both die. I fear we have made a terrible mistake, Miss Gilbert."

Matt Donovan closed his eyes. There was no way he could drive home from work this exhausted. A quick power-nap in his truck and he would be fine.

Matt, however, descended way beyond a power-nap. He went into a deep sleep. Before he began to dream it was restful and wonderful then a black shapeless entity preyed on his human mind. The thing had no definition and floated above the ground intent on causing as much damage as possible. In the nightmare he was in the truck but it was moving along a dark, abandoned road. He tried to brake. The pedal didn't respond. In the outside world his body twitched and jerked as he slept. Matt cried out in fear as the dream car careered of course. He fought with the wheel but had no success. He had no control. He coluldn't see the entity but could feel it following him. If it had a face it would be gleefully grinning as it watched the destruction happen. In a crush of metal the car slammed into a tree on the isolated road.

In the real world Matt's young face exploded in a mess of blood. His parked car remained unscathed but he was nowhere near alright. The injuries he sustained in the dream transferred into the real world. His abdominal organs, not appreciating the assault, began to bleed dangerously fast. Matt was in big trouble.

With a whole lot of compulsion, Caroline and Tyler transported Damon across the city and back to Heathrow. The airport was an interesting experience to say the least. They seated Damon in a wheelchair and compelled themselves three seats on the aircraft. On the plane, Caroline snuggled into Tyler's shoulder. "Its not going to be peaceful in Mystic Falls when we get back, is it?"

Tyler kept a dignified silence and simply held his girlfriend tighter. He couldn't deny he'd been thinking the same thing. The residents of his hometown had gotten used to peace after everything had happened. It was becoming like the old days