At Krystal's old house
Krystal had finally got to Colorado ditching the car ten or fifteen miles back, lighting a match and torching the car so it couldn't be led back to her. With her new bag of goodies, which only consisted of blood bags from the local blood bank, she swiftly moved in the night back to her parent's place. She checked the area around her house before jumping into a tree and climbing to her old bedroom window. She took her elbow and smashed through the glass and unlocked it. Krystal jumped softly landing in in her old room.
She checked every nook and cranny in the house making sure it wasn't rigged to explode and then went to her father's secret storage and pulled out his desert eagles, her favorite pieces and grabbed a few knives, just for protection through the night. Krystal took her trench coat off and moved to the shower, she brought her guns and knives in the bathroom while she took a shower, she had locked the door behind her.
When she started putting conditioner in her hair she heard a thud, she left the water running and carefully got out of the shower, trying not to make a noise and grabbed the desert eagles and slipped out, not bothering with a towel. She held the guns ready to fire as she traveled down the hallway toward the noise, it was coming from her parents room. She kicked the door in,
"Hey, easy, its just me," Damon holding his hands up.
"Jesus Damon," Krystal lowering her guns,
"Trying to stun your opponent there?" Damon smirked, seeing her all wet and naked, she gave him a shove for just being himself.
"I was in the fucking shower, you don't stop and worry about a towel when there are bad guys are after you," Krystal turning and walking back to her shower. After she got out she dried her hair with a towel and dried her body off and walked to her room, there he sat on her bed,
"Jeez, you are like a pop-up book from hell," Krystal flinching,
"You're on edge, you don't have a plan do you?" Damon asked.
"The only thing I was thinking at the time was getting them off of everyone in Mystic Falls," Krystal going to her closet, she picked out her black clothing.
"So, we come up with a plan," Damon seriously,
"You obviously have fire power," Damon explained,
"They were dad's I figured I could booby-trap the house, take out the men who show up, and then resort to the motorcycle or mustang in the garage and try to find their location, then end up there and take out the rest," Krystal grabbing some underwear throwing it on underneath her towel then turning her back to Damon and throwing on a black spaghetti strap shirt then a pair of spandex pants that were black and shined like slick black leather.
"You were going to do this by yourself?" Damon asked,
"I shouldn't have brought this mess on you guys, its my fight, I cant risk anyone else's life," Krystal strapping on the leg gun holsters and putting the guns in them and putting the knives in respectable places. Damon gently grabbed her shoulders, Krystal looked him in the eyes,
"You cant go up against this guy, I saw you when you saw his phone number on your phone, you were scared stiff," Damon seriously.
"I'll have to get over it," Krystal avoiding his piercing stare,
"Let me help you," Damon seriously,
"Why, why do you want to risk your life?" Krystal asked,
"Because I don't want to lose anyone else, because I like you, and I promised you that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you," Damon seriously. Krystal smirked a little,
"You wouldn't be going soft on me now, would you?" Krystal grabbing some blankets and pillows and her bag and leading the way to her father's secret storage.
"Never, but we are coming up with a plan before we go through with this," Damon following her, when they got to the small secret storage space Krystal put down the blankets and pillows and shut the sliding door that looked like a bookshelf.
"Your dad was anal about weapons," Damon looking around,
"Dad was a marine and he liked his military weapons," Krystal explained, she turned on the flashlight and made their bed, then got out two blood bags,
"Here," Krystal giving him one, he popped the cap off and drank. Krystal put the guns under her pillow and drank her blood bag.
"Is she safe?" Krystal asked,
"Yeah, I made sure they wouldn't leave the house before I left, also, Bonnie found out that Elena is pregnant," Damon explained,
"Wow, why didn't you stay with her?" Krystal asked.
"She's got her friends to help her and Stefan and I gave her my blood just in case something were to happen to her, she isn't mine to happen to her, she isn't mine to protect," Damon explained as he looked through the weapons.
"I'm guessing nothing like this has ever happened?" Krystal asked as she finished her bag and started another.
"I have never known anything like this to happen, I'm sure Bonnie and her mother can come up with a way of making sure they are both alright," Damon grabbing another bag. Krystal finished her bag, turned her phone on and set the ring tone to silent mode.
"Thank you for coming Damon," Krystal laying down,
"I don't make promises I cant keep," Damon kissing her lips. She slowly kissed him back, finally she pulled away, they soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
Morning
Krystal got up and Damon was gone, she panicked, she pulled out her guns and went searching the house. She smelt coffee, so she headed down to the kitchen, she found Damon pouring another cup of some strong coffee.
"Good morning," Damon giving her the coffee,
"Morning, mmm coffee smells great," Krystal yawning,
"Not a morning person?" Damon asked,
"Not really," Krystal sitting down,
"Did you want to take anything back with us when we leave?" Damon asked.
"I figured once everyone was alright, that when we come back for the funeral we could get a u-haul and some boxes and pack everything up and take it all back with us then go through it later," Krystal explained.
"Good idea," Damon nodded,
"Yeah," Krystal drinking her coffee,
"Are you alright?" Damon asked,
"Just trying to survive right now, I cant think about mom and dad until I get myself out of this mess, then I can fall into that crippling depression," Krystal explained.
"Some vampires crave for their life to be human again," Damon explained,
"And you?" Krystal asked,
"I have never caught myself wanting my human life back, I was always a disappointment to my father, he always favored Stefan, everyone has always favored Stefan, he never did anything wrong in my father's eyes, accept, I'm sure when he fed from him, I'm sure father was changing his mind when Stefan accidentally killed him," Damon sipping his coffee. Krystal spewed out hot coffee onto the kitchen bar,
"Excuse me?" Krystal stunned,
"Our father shot us when we went to rescue Katherine, who he found out was a vampire, he killed us, or so he thought, we had her blood in our system, and Stefan went to father and told him he was going to let himself die, and our father attacked him, Stefan didn't know his newfound strength and the stick my father assaulted him with was stabbed into him not Stefan, and Stefan fed on our father, then he came back and made me turn, I didn't want to be a vampire, and ever since then I have tried making my brother's life a living hell for him," Damon explained. Krystal stared down in her coffee,
"That must be rough, I'm sure he just didn't want to go through an immortal life without his brother though, I would have probably done the same to my sister at that time," Krystal seriously.
"So, what is this plan of ours?" Damon asked,
"Well, I am sure his men will come here first, we try to get a hold of one of them and make him lead us back to the place where this d-bag is and take him out, if we have to run we have horsepower, that's not an issue," Krystal taking her coffee and nodding for him to follow. They walked down into the garage, Krystal flipped a light on, the motorcycle was covered up as well as the mustang.
"You will drive this," Krystal pulling off the cover that hid the 99' glossy black convertible Mustang,
"He's got run-flats on his wheels, great sound system, he is pretty much a James Bond car, he is all packed with fun little toys to play with, flame thrower in the tail end, also he can drop really sharp tacks, the license plate can change in mid drive just by a switch, extra fancy clothing for man and woman in trunk, missiles, things like that, me and dad worked on it before I got myself into this mess, before that my brother would help him with it," Krystal explained,
"Also, you can just peal this black paint off, and the under color is myst-color, it changes color depending on the way the light hits it," Krystal explained.
"That's just, there are no words for what that is," Damon smirked, Krystal grabbed the keys,
"Get in," Krystal nodding for him to get in the passenger side, Damon got in, she let the top down, opened the garage open with remote, she put her seat belt on, Damon shut the door, he put his seat belt on,
"Hello Krystal," the car spoke,
"Hi, say hi to Damon Casper," Krystal backing out,
"Hello Damon," the car, whose name was Casper, spoke,
"Um, hi Casper," Damon a little weirded out,
"A talking car? You aren't a Night Rider fan are you?" Damon smirked,
"Oh no, Casper is more advanced than that, why don't you tell Damon all your little surprises Casper," Krystal smiling evilly, Casper started listing everything he held inside, Damon got choked up on some of the other extras in the car.
"Anything you need, or want to do, Casper will do by voice command, like if you wanted him to drop the tacks, you would say drop tacks or use his name then the command, by the way your voice is already in the system, so you are good to go, also if you get into too much trouble its got armor to protect you and if you ever wreck into the lake or a river or you are submerged into deep water, the seatbelts will break and the doors will be unlatched," Krystal explained.
"Jeez, sounds like Casper was over $100,000 to build," Damon surprised,
"He was well worth it," Krystal smiled big,
"So, we are sight seeing when we should be making a plan?" Damon asked,
"I told you the plan, they come to the house, we shoot them dead, except for one, then he takes us back to the d-bag's place and bomb the hell out of him," Krystal explained.
"That's one plan, what about plan b?" Damon asked, Krystal glanced at him, she smirked,
"You just don't strike me as the type that would have a plan to begin with," Krystal explained,
"Not usually, I'm usually the guy that flies by the seat of his pants, but your sister is involved," Damon seriously.
"And she is surrounded by a vampire and a hybrid, she is safe, so we'll fly by the seat of our pants, because frankly we have fire power and a tricked out car on our side, if you want I could find some bulletproof vests, if that would make you feel better," Krystal seriously.
"Well apparently I am not all that great at dodging wood bullets or stakes, but I am 166 years old so, maybe with these guys I shouldn't take my chances with them, lets drag those vest out, just to be on the safe side, you still need me around," Damon smirked,
"Sure thing, we'll have to find you a shirt that will cover it well or they will go for places that isn't covered," Krystal glancing at his lap and smirking evilly,
"Hmm, lets," Damon glaring at her, they took the long way back, so Damon could do some sight seeing. When they got back and closed the garage the sun was beginning to set,
"Hmm, let the games begin," Krystal mumbled as she got out the of the car,
"What do you mean?" Damon asked,
"They are in town by now, they have been given plenty of time, they are probably checking in with the boss right about now, come on, we gotta get ready," Krystal flipping the light off,
"Right," Damon following her, she found two bulletproof vests and gave Damon one, he strapped it on, she went to her father's closet, found a nice black short sleeved shirt, and then pulled out a white long sleeved button up shirt,
"That and your jacket should be good enough," Krystal explained, she went to her room and changed her shirt to a long sleeve black shirt, then a corset which she tied up rather tight but still giving her enough room to breath with the layers she was wearing, then threw her trench coat on over it all, she went back to the weapon room, Damon was getting stocked up on weapons.
"Take your coat off," Krystal explained, he took his coat off and she put two gun holsters on him, then stuck two handguns in the holders,
"Check and make sure they are fully loaded," Krystal laying him out clips for them, she laid out some clips for herself, trying to find good hiding places for the clips and easy to get to, she put on a chest holster for two other handguns, the same handguns Damon had, she put two more clips in hiding places on her body.
"We should fill up the bag with some weapons in case we have to move locations," Krystal throwing some guns, grenades, and ammo into a bag, she tossed Damon a blood bag, he quickly drank it down, she sunk her teeth into a blood bag herself and had it drained in a two seconds. Krystal's phone rang,
"Show time," Krystal glancing at Damon then the phone, she grabbed it up before Damon had the chance,
"What the hell do you want?" Krystal hissed,
"Ah, come back home to die, how stupid of you," the guy on the other end laughed a little,
"What can I say, I loved this house, it was more home to me than you ever were, how about we cut the chit-chat and get this over with?" Krystal growled out,
"You thought you were on your homeland area and you could use it to your advantage? My dear you have underestimated me again haven't you? Don't you know that I own the docks and practically the cops, or did you forget all about that piece of information?" the guy smiling on the other end of the phone, Krystal paled, she never knew that information, it was a bigger fight than she thought it was going to be,
"Now, I have sent a few men to your house, come quietly and I wont hurt your sister any more than I have to," the guy seriously.
"You don't have my sister, there is no way you could have her," Krystal bit out,
"Krystal, he's got Caroline and Tyler here too, in the old boat house," Cadence quickly explained, she let out a groan,
"If you, you touch one hair on her head…you'll beg for your life to end quickly," Krystal sneered into the phone as she tried to throw it against the wall, Damon caught her before she could.
"Calm down, you have to have a level head about this," Damon picking his phone up, he called Liz,
"Hey, where are you?" Damon asked,
"I'm almost to Colorado state line, do you know where they are keeping them?" Liz trying not to panic,
"I don't, who is with you?" Damon asked,
"Tyler's …friends are following me down here, Stefan stayed behind with Bonnie and Elena, you guys alright?" Liz asked.
"For now, we got some coming to the house though, so don't come here, have Tyler's friends meet you somewhere in town near the docks maybe they can sniff Tyler out, don't do anything until I call you, we still don't know how many there are, and a word to the wise, don't chit-chat with the local cops," Damon hanging up.
"Alright, we need to get my phone in the car, Casper can back trace the phone number," Krystal explained, Damon grabbed her phone, blurred to the mustang and put the phone in the car, he blurred back to her.
"And a storm rises on the horizon," Krystal moving into a crouch position, she glanced in front of her, over in the corner her brother stood, encouraging her to fight.