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Chapter Eight (Damon's POV):

In the morning of the next day, Damon was lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling of the living room.

He didn't want to watch while Stefan kept deteriorating, pleading him with his eyes to end it, so he lay contemplating the future.

If Klaus miraculously came and cured Stefan without asking for anything too drastic in return, he could live with.

If Klaus didn't show up in time (or at all), and Stefan died...He was going after Elijah, to get the information of Klaus' whereabouts, and he would do his best to end him, even though he'd probably die trying.

That way, he wouldn't need to feel bad at putting Elena's life in jeopardy. Because there was no doubt about it.

He would stop Klaus' ritual from working, if it was the last thing he did.

"Hello Damon."

Damon jumped a mile high and twisted around to see Elijah standing at the foot of the stairs, in pristine condition, as usual.

His eyes darted left and right, searching for any additional Originals. One in particular...

"Elijah - How - Wait, where's Kl - "

"Damon, I suggest you stop for a moment. There is something I must explain to you. I - "

"Have you told Klaus?"

"Yes, I was able to meet with him last night. He was surprisingly intrigued by your predicament, and expressed a wish to deal with this in person. A rare occurrence for him - always gets other people to deal with situations like these."

"Is he coming?"

"Do you not want to know why?"

Damon sighed, holding in his impatience, and plastered a smile onto his face. "Seeing as you're so eager to tell me, please do."

"It only recently came to my attention - last night, in fact - that my brother and your brother are already acquaintances. More than that actually, they were friends."

Damon stared at him, stunned.

"I think the term you are looking for is OMG."

Damon shook his head to gather his thoughts.

"Stefan and Klaus? Really? When did they meet?"

"Chicago, 1922."

"Ah." The era Damon had let Stefan turn into the Ripper. Of course he would make friends with the evillest vampire known.

"So is Klaus coming?"

"No. He's already here."

(Stefan's POV):

Stefan woke to a whole new wave of pain. He was getting restless, wishing it would just end.

When would his friends realise that Klaus didn't care for Stefan, and that he would probably knew Damon was faking?

Forcing himself into a sitting position, he moaned. Looking down at his chest, he gulped.

There was almost no inch of pale flesh in sight, only angry red blisters all over his skin, painful to touch and move.

"Looks painful."

Stefan froze. This was not the voice of his brother, or anyone he knew.

He could tell it was the voice of someone powerful, possessing the knowledge that they were powerful.

He looked round his room, but couldn't see anyone.

"Who's there?"

"Ah, I forgot. You can't remember my voice. My plan for a surprising happy reunion failed."

Suddenly, a young man appeared next to his bed, causing Stefan to reflexively try to move further away.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You'll only cause yourself more pain."

The man had blue eyes, and a smug grin that seemed to remain there even when he wasn't consciously smiling, so that dimples didn't completely fade.

Realisation dawned on Stefan. "K-Klaus?"

"The one and only."

"You came..."

"Of course I did! I can't let my precious one-third of the ritual be broken, can I?"

"So, you'll save me, somehow?"

"Woah, slow down. We'll get to that in time...I haven't ruled out the option of just killing Damon yet."

Stefan felt cold sweat trickle down his neck. "No!"

Klaus narrowed his eyes. "You really care for your brother, don't you? I see that hasn't changed."

Stefan frowned. "How do you know anything about me?"

Klaus grinned crookedly. "Let's just say we had a special kind of friendship."

"So why can't I remember you? I'm sure having someone like you as a friend would be memorable."

"Oh it was, dear, it really was. But I can't have too many people knowing who I am, see? Quick get-away and all that."

Stefan was racked with a bout of heavy coughing.

"Ooh, careful, you might cough up a lung all over my nice new suit. Not a clever move."

Stefan glared up at this very obnoxious man, a rival for Damon himself. "You and Damon would get on well together. If you weren't, you know, threatening to kill almost everyone we love to turn yourself into a hybrid. Especially Elena."

"Ah yes, the doppelgänger that both Salvatores love. History repeating itself. Does Damon really think I believe he will turn Elena?"

Stefan said nothing. He wished Damon would come up and help him.

He wasn't able to negotiate well - he felt near delirious and just wanted whatever cure Klaus could offer.

"Do you, or don't you, have a cure for a werewolf bite?"

"Ah, it's in such great demand these days. Werewolves are supposed to be near extinct! However, they seem to roam around freely now - good for my ritual, bad for vampires such as yourself."

Klaus leant closer and smiled. "Which brings me to the question: What am I going to do with you?"

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