Chapter 5
"You have to be joking right?" Klaus said, downing the rest of his drink. He was pacing around in front of Stefan, who was still unconscious from his recent encounter with Argon. His body twitched, startling the Original. Then he awoke.
"Damn, what happened?" Stefan groaned, rubbing his head.
"Here drink this, you need it." Klaus handed him a glass full of dark crimson liquid, and it was warm to his touch. Stefan accepted it suspiciously. To his dismay he swallowed the blood hungrily. Almost immediately, he felt better. Klaus was still pacing around talking on the phone.
"This is extremely risky, Damon, even for the likes of you. Do you realize what this means." Klaus said, his voice revealed his nervousness, which was rare for him. "We finish the conversation when you arrive." He slammed the phone shut.
"What is it, what is going on Klaus?" Stefan demanded.
"Well it seems that your brother, with the assistance of a witch's ghost, and Elena, have a plan. And I assure you, you are not going to like it one bit." Klaus answered.
"Alright." Damon slid his phone in his pocket and sighed. He looked at Elena lovingly. "Why am I always made out to be the bad guy?"
"That's because you are," Elena said slyly, giving him a short, soft kiss on the cheek. "But in a good, admirable, handsome kind of way."
"Extremely handsome." He smiled. The immediately became serious. "Now we have to come up with a plan. I really do not revel in the idea of bringing that part of my brother out again, he was just getting back to his normal self." He brought the blue camaro convertible to a stop in front of the old boarding school.
"I know, and there is no guarantee that we can lock Silas back out, once, and if, he can destroy Argon." Elena added. They got out of the car and made there way into the house. Damon went to the bar to make himself a drink, and Elena went up to their room to get the grimwar.
Damon poured the bourbon, then swirled the dark liquid around in his glass. He slowly took a sip letting the liquid warm his insides as it went down. His back pocket began to vibrate. He reached for it as his peripheral vision noticed something by the door. Damon just shrugged, then answered the phone.
"Hello." He said smugly, finishing off his drink.
"Damon, we have a problem." Caroline sighed.
" Please state other than the obvious, we have many problems Caroline."
"Well I am not sure if it is a problem, but Katherine has disappeared." Damon turned as he saw Elena rushing up to him, a look of fear on her face.
"That's not all that has disappeared." Katherine said, eavedropping on the conversation.
"Don't tell me." Damon sighed.
"The grimwar is gone."
The old Dodge Ram pick up truck bounced slowly down the dirt road. An old farmhouse came into view and the old man, backed it up into the garage. Another man, a bit younger, clearly his son, sparked up an acetylene torch.
"So you found this fishing, huh?" Brian said, pulling back the tattered cloth that was covering the cargo. He looked at the tall, green safe, clearly suspicious to how his dad had come upon it, giving his shady past.
"Yes, yes. I told you already, just get the damn thing open." His dad huffed, already up in the truck bed, sliding the safe to where the torch would reach it.
"Ok, Ok, just hold your horses dad." Brian chuckled, hitting the locking mechanism with the torch flame. It only took about three minutes and it was ready. His dad put his hand on the wheel and turned it, disengaging the bolt that held the door closed.
"Get ready son. This is our big break. This is what is going to get us out of this god forsaken town.
The two of them didn't even know what hit them. The metal door burst open and Stefan, blinded by hunger, hungrily attacked the two of them. He killed them both. After dropping the son, he looked to the road, his eyes black with wanting and power from the fresh blood. The compulsion to kill, ravaged his mind. He needed more, he needed the hunt. He needed to kill, and he would. Many. For Stephan had awaken, he had awaken. The Ripper.