"Just Give In And Go Home"

A/N: Bella's outfit is on my fanfic blog – link on profile (labeled Bonfire)

BPOV

Elena had filled me in on everything that had happened and I knew that it would be more difficult in killing Niklaus seeing I now learnt that he had broken the curse but I could still do it.

I also learnt that he was not in town but we had the next best thing – his sister, Rebekah.

Still…seeing as we weren't focusing on this at the moment, Damon was the one lucky enough to handle her for the night. However, this would help in observing her and knowing the best way to attack while I tried to focus on Stefan for the rest of the day.

The plan was in place – everything was well thought through and I doubted we would have any mistakes. However, Damon didn't seem to trust me as easily as Elena who had gone as far as offering her clothes to me, "Nothing black seeing as we need you to blend in…" she murmured and handed me the white handbag.

"What about Damon?" I pointed to the brooding vampire leaning on the wall.

She shrugged and rolled her eyes, "Damon's…just Damon"

Slumping my shoulders in defeat, I looked into the bag and said a silent prayer before rushing into the spare guest bedroom and slipping out of my vampire bait clothes.

While changing into the turquoise summer button down vest, my hearing picked up the sound of the door opening before three new voices joined them downstairs.

My anxiety had my rushing through my movements as I stepped into the denim shorts and then put my feet into the black converse. Last but not least, I pulled out the straw fedora and groaned when placing it on my head. It was when I looked in the mirror that I sighed…

…why was I going through this?

I could just give in and go home…

…No! That would be wrong…I gave Elena my word – I gave her hope. Plus the idea of being the one to kill Klaus seemed to be the only thing that drove me through the whole thing.

With that last thought, I rushed back downstairs to meet the rest of the gang. My footsteps caught their attention because several heads whipped around to me.

Elena was the first to stand up, "Bella, these are my friends, Tyler and Caroline and Bonnie" she introduced but I ignored the names because I couldn't afford to get attached to any of them.

Walking down, I acknowledged them with a nod, "Werewolf" I spoke when my eyes looked over the dark haired, muscled teen. I took another step, "Vampire" I spoke when remembering Elena's memories. I then looked over the skeptic short girl –also from Elena's thoughts, "Witch" her eyes widened like the rest but I didn't comment when spinning around and looking at Elena, "Quite the Scooby doo gang you've got here"

"You're Isabella" the preppy blonde vampire jumped in front of me with a friendly smile, "The vampire hunter…" I could easily read into the worry tampering her cheery voice.

From the doppelganger's affectionate thoughts, I knew that I could trust the blonde but still my instinct told me to do something else. "Guess she filled you in" my tone was harsher than I meant it to be.

She crossed her arms and retorted, "Right back at you"

"I don't need Elena to tell me what you are" I argued.

"Why are you helping us?" the witch inquired, taking a small step towards me as she continued to try and read me.

"It's my duty" I answered, knowing that this would raise more questions so I added, "Don't ask anything else because that's all you're going to get".

"Your things" Damon spoke, breaking the eerie silence that lengthened with the passing seconds.

I pivoted on my heels and looked onto the table that he nodded to. Flashing him a small smile, I stepped towards the antique table that now had my weapons – lack for better word - lined up.

First thing to pocket was the silver lighter which I put back into the denim jacket I was using. Taking the stakes, I was about to strap them on but realized I wouldn't be able to hide them, "You just had to choose the shorts?"

"Caroline's idea" Elena passed on the blame to the blonde.

"I'm trying to help you blend in" she defended herself.

I pretended to gag, "I feel like a fucking senior"

"Perfect" blondie clapped excitedly, happy to have reached her goal.

Damon was the one to speak this time, "How old are you anyway?"

"Old enough" I smirked but then sighed, "I should be in college right now…" I murmured, "Can't take my stakes" I muttered to myself and leaned over to the far table so I could take the gun instead. Flicking it open, I smiled at Damon when I found the wooden and vervained bullets were still in there. Reaching behind, I tucked it in the band of my shorts and sighed. They would have to do for now…

"Why aren't you?" the werewolf asked.

I groaned and decided to give them some information, "It got tiring after about five hundred times"

They all gasped but it was Damon who voiced what they were all thinking, "You're immortal?" he phrased it like a question but already knew that it was a fact.

"It would seem so huh?" I diverted my stare away from him and looked at the other three, "Are you ready?"

"You sure you can do this?" Damon peeled himself off the wall and strode over to me.

"Being a teenager is too easy" I smiled at the glares that I received from the others as I acted it out in practice, "Urgh FML…so much homework…look at all the cute guys…beer pong, body shots and keg stands" I bobbed my head as I spoke with a wide and sickeningly sweet grin.

"So you're ready?" Damon asked but I could see the amusement in his eyes.

I clapped my hands together like Caroline had, "Tots" my reply was met with several distasteful looks and surprisingly Damon's smirk.

"We don't talk like that" Caroline muttered.

"We don't talk like that" I mocked her and neither of them could deny that I nailed it down. "Yep, I'm ready"

A/N: Okay, she's met the others…next chapter is the bonfire. Please Recommend and review.