So here's the next chapter. So… read go for it.
Alison and Elena were both back in Alison's room at the Gilbert house unpacking her bags and setting it back in its rightful place. After the whole cut off from Damon, Alison decided it'd be best if she moved back to her old room.
"So you're adopted." Alison repeated the sentence for the five hundredth time, glancing over her shoulder at Elena as she did so.
"Yes, Alison, for the hundredth time, I'm adopted." Elena chuckled pinning a sketch of herself and Alison to the wall.
"Do you think that means I'm adopted too, I mean we do look alike?" Alison refused to meet Elena's gaze thinking back to the vision she had when she touched hands with Alaric.
"I don't know, maybe," Elena shrugged picking up a portrait of Damon. "Where do you want this one?" Alison glanced back at Elena to see her holding the sketch she mad of Damon all that time ago and scowled.
She quickly snatch the paper from her younger sister and balled it up, tossing the piece of trash into the garbage bin. Elena held up her hands in surrender.
"You wanna talk about it?" she asked sitting down on the edge of her sister's bed. Alison sighed, setting the shirt back down in her bag and flopped down on her back staring up at the ceiling.
"There's nothing to talk about really, it's just better if I stay away from him that's all."
"You willingly risked your life for him Ali." Elena pointed out, causing Alison to groan and cover her face with both her arms.
"I know."
"Why?" Elena asked quietly. Alison sighed, letting her arms fall back to her sides as she traced patterns in the popcorn ceiling paint.
"Because…. I don't know." Alison muttered quietly, rubbing her forehead tenderly.
"Is it maybe because you have feelings for him." Alison let out a humorless laugh and shook her head at her sister's deduction.
"Yeah, right, I have feelings for Damon," Alison sat up, letting her brown waves fall forward over her shoulders. "That's ridiculous."
"It's not that ridiculous," Elena sat up, pulling her feet up under herself. "I saw the way you two acted around each other. I'm not saying I like it, but there's defiantly something there."
"Yeah, whatever." Elena sighed at the way her sister brushed it off and walked back over to helping her unpack some of her things.
Alison slowly stood up and walked over to the trash bin, picking up the crumbled paper. She slowly unfolded it and smoothed it out, taking in his face, his deep blue eyes. She bit her lip, tucking the portrait into a book and slid it back onto the bookshelf.
Me? Have feelings for Damon Salvatore? As if
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Stefan walked into the Salvatore library seeing his older brother knock book after book of the large shelves, leaving a trail of books as he made his way down the line. Stefan crossed his arms.
"What are you looking for Damon?" Stefan asked in a way that made it obvious he was fishing for something.
"Not your concern." Damon clicked his tongue.
"No, but putting Alison in harm's way. That is my concern." Stefan said matter of factly, stopping right beside his brother.
"I don't believe that's your concern either little brother." Damon retorted with a small smirk, before going back to digging through the bookshelf.
"Why'd she leave?" Stefan asked seriously. Damon paused, a hand on a book as he zoned out at the ground, he knew exactly why she left, and he replayed the same damn conversation over and over in his head. As much as he didn't want to linger o it he did, and it was pissing him off. He needed to be working on a way to get Katherine back, not worrying about how he hurt some teenage girl's feelings. He quickly recovered from his little moment and gave a sarcastic smile to his little brother.
"I have no idea, why don't you ask her yourself." Stefan sighed at his brother's response, shaking his head slightly.
"Fine, then what were you doing with Elena?" Stefan asked, changing the topic to a different Gilbert girl.
"What are you talking about?" Damon chuckled slightly as he flipped through a book.
"I'm talking about Atlanta." Stefan crossed his arms, staring down the bridge of his nose at his older brother.
"Oh yeah," Damon threw the book over his shoulder and smirked at his younger brother. "Elena and I had a blast."
"I get it. You're just bitter because one of us gets to be with the person that we love, and poor Katherine is just out of reach," Damon's jaw visibly clenched at his brother's words, but he held it in, knowing he'd get Katherine. "Unless there's another way for you to get into the tomb."
"You're pathetic when you're fishing." Damon snapped.
'"And you're transparent when you're deflecting." Stefan replied.
"Don't you have school?" Damon turned from his brother, grabbing another book off the shelf. Stefan gave a victory smile before turning and walked away.
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Alison sighed closing her locker only to jump back from the sudden appearance of one Tyler Lockwood, she let out a small squeak and hit his arm, why did people always do this to her.
"What do you want?" She asked, slinking her bag up on her shoulder and hugging her history book closer to herself.
"I heard that you and that Salvatore guy broke up." Alison sighed and rolled her eyes.
"And where did you hear that?" She questioned, deciding to amuse the Lockwood. He shrugged.
"Caroline." He smirked slightly and the two began to slowly make their way to the history room. Aliso n rolled her eyes once more, cursing the blonde in her mind.
"Well, Damon and I were never dating to begin with so…" Alison trailed wanting nothing more than to get the subject off the blue eyed Salvatore.
"That's good," Alison arched an eyebrow at him curiously. "I mean… would you like to go on a date? Tonight."
"What'd you have in mind?" Alison stopped, leaning against the wall by the open door of the History classroom. Tyler smirked, pulling a flyer off the wall.
"50's dance?" He offered holding the paper advertisement out to her. She paused, her chocolate orbs going from the flyer to Tyler before she took it with a sigh.
"I'll meet you there." She folded the paper away into her shorts and winked before entering the classroom, passing her little brother on the way in.
Alaric looked up briefly to see who had entered his classroom, and literally dropped everything he was doing when he saw it was Alison. He set the journal aside and smile at the young girl.
"Hey, Mr. Saltzman." She stopped in front of his desk, setting her bag down on a desk behind her.
"What can I do for you?" He questioned, his full attention n on her. She sighed, looking down to the ground.
"My journalism class gave me an assignment and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me asking a few questions." Alison quickly lied, perking up a bit. Alaric smiled gesturing for her to ask away.
"What made you decide to move here to Mystic Falls?" She decided to start out small. Mr. Saltzman leaned back crossing one leg over the other.
"Uh, I guess the history of it. What can I say I'm a huge history nut." Alison gave out a small laugh, nodding her head.
"Um, are you married?" She asked, somewhat hesitantly, trying to think of questions as she went.
"Uh, no, she's not in the picture anymore." He answered honestly, a grime expression rising to his face.
"I'm sorry, what happened?" Alison asked before she could stop herself, quickly clamping her mouth shut she cringed. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that-"
"No it's fine," Alaric waved it off with a deep sigh. "She, uh, died… a long time ago."
"Do you have any kids?" Alison finally asked the one question she'd been dying to ask. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, like he was in his own little flashback.
"Um, yes, I had a daughter, but… we decided it was best to give her up." The history teacher spoke in a way that said he didn't even believe himself when he said that. Alison bit her lip suppressing the confused frown.
"Okay, um, well thank you for answering my questions it was a huge help." Alison picked up her back offering a small smile to her teacher.
"Anytime." Alaric gave a curt nod turning to something on his desk. Alison dropped her smile, and sighed, ducking out of the classroom quickly.
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Alison walked into the house humming to herself when she saw Elena storm upstairs. She arched an eyebrow and edged her way into the kitchen to see Jena run a hand down her face with a deep sigh. The Gilbert leant up against the wall and crossed her arms.
"Wanna talk about it?" She questioned. Jenna looked up startled and sighed, seeing it was Alison.
"It wasn't supposed to be me. Miranda was supposed to be the one to tell her. Tell both of you." Alison bit her lip, walking over and plopping herself down on the couch.
"So it's true. I'm adopted too." Alison frowned. She couldn't tell if she was relieved or saddened by the fact.
"Alison-"
"Who were they?" Alison quickly cut her off, looking up at her red headed aunt. "My parents. Who were they?" Jenna sighed sitting next to the oldest Gilbert.
"Your mom, Elena's mom, Isobel, she gave both of you to us. We don't know why but she did." Jenna explained placing a hand over Alison's. The brunette quickly snatched her hand away.
"What about- what about my dad?" Alison looked up not knowing if she truly wanted to know the answer.
"She never said."
"Um…" Alison stood up wiping her hands on her thighs. "I think- I think I'm just gonna go get ready. I'll see you at the dance." Alison muttered not making eye contact as she ducked out of the room and bounded up the stairs.
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I'm gonna make it bend and break
(It sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show
(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
Alison hummed along to the music that blared through her room as she curled her hair in to tight brown ringlets that reached her shoulder blades. She pinned her curly mess of hair to one side, setting it with half a bottle of hair spray.
Elena stood next to her setting her hair up in a big bump with a thick white headband holding it in place, she shared a look with her sister before the two broke out in horrible singing voice to the chorus.
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter, "
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter."
The two girls ended, laughing so hard their faces were red. Alison quickly unplugged the curling iron hopping up on her night stand with a small smile, turning down the music slightly..
"So you and Tyler huh?" Elena asked with a teasing smirk. Alison groaned, dropping her head into her hands.
"I was gonna tell you, I swear." Alison looked up up at her younger sister, taking in a deep breath as she did. Elena smiled, shaking her head.
"I don't care about that, what I care about is if you really thought this through," Elena sat down next to her older sister with a serious look. "You were really upset when he cheated on you, I just want to make sure you know what you're doing."
Alison bit her lip, really thinking it over, it had hurt her when she had found out about his little affair with Vicki. But that was forever ago and he's apologized numerous times, not that it makes it anymore forgivable but she needed to move past it. Plus she wasn't marrying the guy they were simply going to the dance together.
"I know what I'm doing 'Lena," Alison gave a firm nod. "Welp, I'm gonna go get some earrings from Jenna's room." Alison hopped off the vanity and flashed out of the room. Elena rolled her eyes, before the clicking of the compass caught her attention.
She rolled her eyes, seriously, Stefan gave her a vampire finding compass when theirs one living one room over from hers.
Downstairs Elena tossed the compass onto the counter before turning to the fridge for a drink. Alison came walking over in her black leather costume, hooking the earrings into her ears.
"Sandy. I like it. It's… sexy." Elena gave her own goofy smirk, Alison responded by wiggling her eyebrow in a suggestive way before the two busted out laughing.
"What's that?" Alison asked picking up the compass, she flicked it open and it started swirling in circles like it didn't know where to point.
"It's a vampire detector. Stefan gave it to me." Elena explained closing the fridge and leaning up against the counter.
"Well, I think it's broken," Alison flashed the face of it to Elena before tossing it onto the couch. Elena frowned going over to it and frowning as the needle spun in every which direction. Suddenly arms were wrapped around Elena from behind.
"Elena!" Alison screamed dropping her cup and flashing over to her sister and the intruder. As his fangs extended to bite the girl Alison ripped him off and sent him flying across the room.
Being a vampire he quickly stood up and flashed over to Alison a stake held in his hand, he pinned the brunette to the ground aiming the wooden spear at her heart. Alison struggled against his strong grip, obviously he was way older than her, but she tried her best to steer the wood away.
Suddenly he was ripped off her and thrown across the room, Stefan jumping in front of her protectively. The unknown vampire smirked at the three before flashing out of the house, immediately Elena pulled her older sister into a hug.
"Oh my, god! Ali, are you okay?" She shrilled. Alison nodded limply.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She looked passed her sister to the younger Salvatore. "Who was that?"
"I have no idea," He ran a hand down his face and sighed. "Can I use your phone?" Alison hesitantly passed it over with an arched eyebrow. Stefan dialed in the number he had memorized by now and bough the phone to his ear.
"Alison?" All she had to do was hear his voice and suddenly a wave of sadness came over her. She quickly shook her head getting it out of her head. She was a big girl, she'd get over it.
"Damon, I need you to get over here right now." Stefan spoke in a way that left no room for arguments.
"Stefan? Why do you have Alison's phone?" Damon asked, his voice underlined with something unidentifiable, maybe anger.
"Damon," Stefan spoke his brother's name sternly. "A vampire attacked both Alison and Elena."
"I'm on my way." Stefan barely got his sentence out before Damon uttered those words and hung up. He handed the older gilbert her phone back with a small smile of thanks.
"Well, I'm gonna head out now, I told Tyler I'd meet him there, so…" Alison trailed off backing away to the door.
"Alison. We were just attacked and you're gonna leave?" Elena questioned incredulously.
"You'll be fine you Stefan's here, and Damon's on his way." She gave a quick tight lipped smile before turning on her heels. Alison opened the door to see him standing there and everything just froze. He gave out a low whistle his blue eyes racking over her entire body, leaning against the doorframe.
"You okay?" He finally asked, his blue eyes boring into her own chocolate ones.
"I'm fine, now if you'll excuse me." She tried to push passed him, but he wouldn't have it. Damon grabbed her arm and pulled her into the house along with him, kicking the door shut.
"Damon, let go of me." The brunette grunted trying to wrench her arm from his iron grip. He gave a sarcastic smirk pushing her down on the couch.
"Where do you think you're going?" He crossed her arms, staring down the bridge of his nose at the girl. Alison narrowed her eyes at him.
"To the dance. Not that it's any of your business." She sneered. It was easier to be mad at him than it was to be sad whenever she saw him. It was her self-defense to keep her from crumbling beneath the surface. She didn't know when he became so important to her, but he had, and now she was supposed to cut him out of her life and she didn't know if that was something she could do.
"So what happened?" Damon asked after a moment of silence, crossing his arms. "How'd he even get in?"
"He was invited in." Elena sighed sitting down on the couch next to her sister, later joined by Stefan.
"He posed as a pizza delivery guy last night." Stefan further explained.
"Well, he gets points from that. Did he say what he wanted?" Damon looked down at the two gilbert girls.
"No, I was too busy making sure he didn't eat my sister." Alison responded sarcastically.
"And you have no idea who this is?" Stefan asked his brother seriously.
"No," Stefan gave his brother a 'really; look and Damon sighed, exasperated. "Don't look at me like that. I told you we had company.
"You think there's more than one?" Elena asked, somewhat scared.
"We don't know." Damon sighed sitting down on the arm of the couch, Alison instinctively scooted away.
"Damon, he was invited in." Stefan repeated and Damon nodded. Alison looked between the two brothers with narrowed eyes.
"So we go get him tonight." Alison decided with a firm nod. Damon smirked down at the girl.
"Are you two up for it?" He questioned both Gilbert girls but his eyes were only on Alison.
"What do I have to do?" Elena asked.
"Let your boyfriend take you two the dance. We'll see who shows up." Damon shrugged slightly.
"That's a bad idea." Stefan immediately responded.
"Till we get him, this house isn't safe. For anyone who lives in it. It's worth a shot." Damon spoke to his little brother.
"I'll do it." Elena agreed with a firm nod. Stefan looked between Elena and his brother anxiously and Elena quickly grabbed his hand, comforting him.
"What about me?" Alison asked drawing the attention back to her.
"Save me a dance." Damon winked.
…
The two Gilbert girls entered the school party with both Salvatore boys. Elena and Alison in the middle, Stefan to the other side of Elena and Damon to the other side of Alison.
Immediately they were approached by Tyler, who held out a hand Alison with a smirk.
"Care to dance?" Ignoring the intense stare down from Damon Alison smiled and took the boys hand.
"I would love too, I'll catch up with you guys later." She glanced back and Stefan and Elena with a smile before allowing Tyler to whisk her away to the dance floor.
"We're being watched." Alison cocked an eyebrow confused at Tyler's words, with a quick glance over her shoulder she realized what he meant. Damon was leant up against the punch table his eyes following her with every movement, it made her slightly uncomfortable.
"It's fine, he won't try anything. He knows I'll kick his ass if he does." Both Damon and Tyler got amused smirks at that. And as much as she hated to admit it, her own lips turned up into a small smile not because of Tyler, but because of Damon. But he didn't need to know that.
Alison glanced over Tyler's shoulder to see a dark figure in a hoodie, but in the blink of an eye he was gone. A frown etched its way onto her face.
"Are you okay?" Tyler asked, his brow creased with worry. Alison shook her head and smiled.
"I'm fine. I thought I saw someone is all." Tyler made a face saying he didn't buy it but didn't push it any further.
"May I cut in?" Damon placed a hand on both Tyler and Alison's shoulder's with a fake smile the Lockwood's way.
"Go away Damon." Alison bit out.
"You heard her-" Tyler started to say but was cut off when Damon glared at him and compelled him away.
"Go. Get some punch." Tyler's face went blank as he stepped away from Alison and headed over to the table.
"What the hell?" Alison hit Damon's arm as the Salvatore pulled her flush against his chest. She narrowed her chocolate eyes up at him but all he did was smirk.
"What? You're not seriously into that are you?" Damon asked nodding over to Tyler who was standing at the punch bowl filling up two cups.
"And what if I am?" Alison challenged with an arched eyebrow. Damon looked down at her seriously.
"Then I'll just have to change that." He shrugged, spinning her out and then back in, his arms looping around her waist.
"Shouldn't you be looking for that vampire guy?" Alison questioned, refusing to make eye contact with him.
"I am. From right here." Damon tightened his grip on her hips forcing her to look at him. Her eyes got caught in his alluring blue orbs and she froze, and she could've swore that his eyes flickered to her lips but she pulled away too quickly to tell if it was just her imagination.
"Mr. Saltzman," Alison chirped walking over to her history teacher, Damon following behind her. "Hey."
"Hey there, Alison," Alaric looked up over Alison at Damon and through on a fake smile. "Who's this?"
"This is…" Alison trailed off not knowing what to label him as. "Damon Salvatore. My friend's brother."
"Salvatore, as in, uh, Stefan?" Alaric questioned looking over at the Salvatore.
"He's my little brother. I'm his legal guardian, hence the chaperoning." Damon explained politely, placing a hand on the small of Alison's back. She quickly jerked away from him.
"I hear he's very bright, not that I've had a chance to see for myself." Alaric chuckled slightly choosing to ignore the little exchange.
"Well, his attendance is a little spotty. Family drama." Damon brushed it off with a smirk.
"No parents?" Alaric questioned. Alison arched an eyebrow at how nosy he was getting.
"Mm," Damon shook his head. "It's just the two of us now."
"You, uh- you live here your whole life?"
"On and off. Travel a bit." Damon answered smoothly.
"Really? Where? Around the states?" he asked somewhat eagerly. Both Alison and Damon looked over at him with raised eyebrows. "Heh, I'm sorry. I'm nosy. I… I don't mean to pry. Look, it was nice meeting you. And it was nice seeing you again Alison.
"You too, Mr. Saltzman." Alison tipped her head politely.
"Enjoy the rest of the dance." He patted Damon's arm as he walked passed and both Alison and Damon shared confused looks before watching the new history teacher leave.
"I need some air." Alison pushed away from the Salvatore and made a B line for the exit, pushing passed all the kids. Soon she found herself in a dark hallway with no one around.
"You shouldn't be out here all alone," Alison whirled around to see a man in a dark hoodie. "Anything could happen." Alison backed away her eyes bugging out of her head.
The vampire in the hoodie gave a sinister smirk and flashed over to Alison pinning the girl against the locker. She flashed her fangs thrashing around in his grip trying to break loose.
Then everything went black…
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Back in the main hall Stefan and Elena are off to the side by the punch bowl watching Damon dance with some random blonde. The gilbert girl let out a laugh and turned to her boyfriend.
"You really can't take him anywhere, can you?" She shook her head
"Uh, no." Stefan chuckled looking to the ground. Elena looked back out at the dance floor only to see a man in a dark hoodie across from her.
"Stefan, the back corner." She told him trying to remain calm.
"Get Damon." He ordered his girlfriend before pushing through all the people quickly trying to catch that man. Elena let out a deep breath before searching through the crowd for Damon. Suddenly her cell phone rang.
"Hello Elena," Elena froze in her spot, terrified. "Here's what you're gonna do. There's and exit door behind you. You have five seconds."
"No." Elena protested.
"Or you brother and sister die," Elena looked over at the punch bowl to see Jeremy serving punch, the Vampire standing a few feet behind him. "I can snap his neck so fast I bet there's not even a witness. Now, start walking."
"Don't you dare touch him," She started walking towards the door. "And where's Alison." Elena frantically looked around for her older sister.
"Keep walking. Through the door." The man ordered, ignoring her question. Elena watched as the man continued passed Jeremy and quickly hung up the phone bolting out of the vicinity.
She glanced over her shoulder once, before approaching a set of double doors that are chained shut. Still she attempts to open the door, but to no avail. Elena turned in search for another exit only to see the man who she had hit walking over to her calmly. She bolted down a corridor and opened the doors that led into the school cafeteria.
As she entered she saw her sister's limp body lying on the floor, still. Elena gasped running to her and knelt down before her, turning her sister's face to look at her. Suddenly she was yanked up by her hair and thrown across a table. Elena landed hard on the floor, as the man stalked over to her she grabbed a stray pencil from the floor.
The man grabbed Elena and pinned her against the wall, extending his fangs to bit her. The Gilbert girl struggled in his grip and shoved the pencil into his stomach allowing her enough room to run. The man turned to her and lifted his hand to block the girl's next attack. He pencil jabbed straight through his palm then another one was shoved into his stomach and was kicked to the ground.
She looked from her sister to the exit wondering how she was gonna get both her sister and herself out of there. That's when she ran into a mop and bucket. She grabbed the mop quickly and broke it in half with her knee. As the man ran at Elena, she thrusted the make shift stake towards him but he was too quick, he grabbed her wrist and took the stake throwing it to the side.
He smirked slightly before, once again, trying to bite her. Before he could do so Stefan ripped him off and threw him to the ground. Behind them Damon had pulled Alison to her feet, lightly tapping her cheek.
"Come on, wake up." Alison's eyes fluttered open weakly and a small smile grew on Damon's lips.
"What happened?" She questioned groggily look around.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Damon helped her into a chair before heading over to the vampire. "Hey dickhead," he called his attention. "Nobody wants to kill you, we just wanna talk."
The vampire smiled and rushed back towards Elena. Damon scowled tossing the stake to his younger brother, who thrusted it into his stomach. The vampire grunted and fell to his knees. Damon walked over to where the three were with his arms crossed.
"Now you feel like talking?" Stefan questioned.
"Screw you." He spat with disdain causing Stefan to dig the stake deeper
"Wrong answer. Why are you doing this?" Stefan asked.
"Because it's fun." The vampire chuckle. Stefan scowled digging the stake in a little more.
"What do you want with Elena?"
"She looks like Katherine." All of the other four looked at the man in shock.
"You knew Katherine?" Damon leant down a little lower obviously hiding his irritation.
"Oh. You thought you were the only ones,' the man laughed, mocking the two Salvatore brothers. "You don't even remember me."
"Tell me how to get into the tomb." Damon demanded, hovering over the vampire in a threatening way.
"No," He answered, no hesitation. Stefan took a step back before driving the stake deeper. "The grimoire." He wheezed out.
"Where is it?" The man only laughed, shaking his head at the older Salvatore. Stefan drove the stake deeper causing him to gasp.
"Check the Journal. The journal. Johnathan's journal. Johnathan Gilbert." He rushed out his words. Alison sighed sadly at the scene looking way only to see a bundle of black hair whoosh passed the window.
"Who else id working with you?" Stefan questioned.
"Who else is there?" Damon repeated his question when it was clear the man wouldn't answer.
"No. You're gonna have to kill me." The man shook his head firmly. Damon gave a look to his brother signaling for him to do it. Stefan sighed removing the stake before plunging back into his heart. Elena gasped in shock as the man fell to the ground grey veins crept up his face.
"What do we…? How are you gonna find the others now?" Elena asked, shaking her head in confusion.
"He had to die." Damon said firmly.
"But…" Elena choked on her own words.
"Elena!" Her sister called her attention. "He was invited in. It was the only option." Suddenly they all hear a door open and their attention snapped in the direction of the noise. Alaric is seen through the window and Stefan looks over at Damon.
"Go. I got this." Damon gave a curt nod and headed for the door only to be stopped by Alison grabbing his hand. He looked from their hands to her a certain look in his eyes.
"Don't hurt him." She whispered pleadingly.
"I won't." He gave her hand a slight squeeze before leaving. She sighed, standing up and wiping the dust off her jeans.
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At the house Stefan and Alison were making hot chocolate in the kitchen, Elena sitting in the living room waiting.
"I'm gonna help Damon find Katherine." He spoke up randomly causing the brunette to look over at him.
"Oh. Good luck." Was all he said, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
"I'll keep you in on what happens." Stefan offered a small smile, leaning up against the counter next to her.
"Why would I care about what happens?" Alison gave out a bitter chuckle not even believing herself.
"Because you do." Alison sighed looking down at her cup with a blank face before glancing over at Stefan with a small frown.
"I hope everything works out… honestly." She touched Stefan's arm lightly as she passed heading upstairs to her bedroom. Stefan let out a deep breath before walking over to the couch and stting down next to Elena.
"What was that about?" She asked with a slight chuckle.
"I told Damon that I'd help him get into the tomb to get Katherine back. But it was a lie. I let him believe that he could trust me." Stefan explained quickly and quietly to his girlfriend.
"But you just told Alison-"
"I told Alison because she'd tell Damon," Elena went quiet her focus on Stefan's words. "You have to promise me you won't tell Alison or Damon. I don't want to be his enemy, Elena, but I can't let him do it."
"Than don't, and I'll help you. Whatever it takes, even lying to Alison." Elena told him seriously, placing a hand over his.
"Ok. Come here." Stefan wrapped his arm around Elena and pulled her into a hug the girl snuggled into his shoulder with a smile.
Oh mer god so Stefan and Elena are conspiring against Damon and led poor Alison to believe that they were helping him. And Alison learned a little more about her past. Reeiw it makes me happy lets try and break that 50 mark. Hehehe.