The moon hung heavy in the sky as luminous and oppressive as a bad sign. Things were happening tonight. Unspeakable things. deals and trades with the undead, meetings with the devil himself. Elena shivered and hugged herself tight. It was moments like this when she needed Stefan…
"Cut to the chase, Klaus. We're not here to play your silly games." Damon spat out angrily at the hybrid who seemed too relaxed too unfathomable too charming to be any product of the devil. But elena knew better. This was how he lured in his victims. None of it was real.
Klaus smiled in her direction, a genuine show of amusement as if he could read her thoughts.
"As you know I am currently in the business of putting together my own little soccer team of hybrid misfits." Klaus chuckled to himself as if he had just made some grand joke. elena continued to shiver.
"Get to it Klaus or I swear we walk out of here damned with whatever offer you have." Damon spat angrily. He missed his brother terribly. Elena wished she could comfort him but her spirit was almost as broken as his. They needed Stefan back.
"Well, to complete my little 'soccer team' I will be needing a goalie. My most valuable and important player. I happen to know that you are down a brother, and I'm down a goalie. Don't you know a witch, Salvatore?"
Elena froze. No. No, she wouldn't do this. She looked over at Damon and saw that he was no longer seething, now he was impassive. unreadable. No! He couldn't be considering this. But of course he was he loved Stefan and was falling apart without his brother, Bonnie meant nothing to him.
"No. Damon I won't let you do this. No!"
Damon didn't spare her a glance, "My brother for the witch? Is this your offer, hybrid?"
"Hmm. and quite the powerful little witch to. I can do great things with her. Trust me, the trade over would be more than welcome. Your brother for my witch."
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