Happy Thanksgiving. Thank you for following/favoriting/reviewing this story. I am sorry this chapter took an extra day, but hopefully it was worth it. :) Anyway, I am going to have to add an OC to this story. *hides from flying tomatoes.* I promise not much attention is going to be on her, but more on Elena, Caroline, and the Originals. Anyway, you won't meet her for at least another two chapters. I'm so sorry, but I wanted to write only the characters from the show, but I was overruled by Elijah who said that any other resolution I came up with was implausible. Anyway I am sorry. I usually hate OCs with a passion. (There are a few decent ones out there) And I am considering killing this one off at the end. I have only written one before and wasn't sure how I did. Please tell me how you like your OC's written. Deep fried, baked, independent, nosy and so on.
Anyway, please enjoy and please review.
I don't own the characters or the show, if I did, Klaus/Elijah would have killed me by now.
AU
Caroline slept on the couch that night, next to Elena. Her blonde curls mixed with Elena's brown locks and cascaded over the low armrest. Their arms were protectively thrown over each other, creating a look of unity for all who saw them. Klaus, Damon, Elijah and Stefan talked long after Alaric and Rebekah got tired and went to bed. Elijah was the next to call it a night, and he was going to make his bed on the opposite couch when Elena woke up, groggy.
"Didha finish?" She asked still somewhat trapped under Caroline's arm.
"No, go back to your slumber, Elena." Elijah said, not even looking at her.
Elena looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. She knew she wasn't going to be able to sleep for another two hours. The suspense was killing her.
"What time did Jeremy get back."
"Matt, Kol, and Jeremy haven't returned yet."
"Where are they?" Elena sat straight up and threw her legs over the side of the couch, careful not to wake Caroline.
"Niklaus received a text message at around midnight that they were "Out for a night of fun.", Do not worry, Elena , Kol can get them out of any trouble they get into." Elijah turned around and saw Elena in a giant old shirt, trying to make coffee in the fancy coffee machine. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, and forcefully turned her around.
"Go back to sleep, Elena." Elena shivered at the voice that was usually calm, that was now riddled with exhaustion and a tinge of annoyance, but when he said her name there was a feeling of infinite patience. It was a paradox that confused Elena. And a confused Elena usually tries to argue her point.
" I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep, and if Jeremy is still out someone needs to call him to see if he's alright. And I can journal while I'm up, and it's not like I'll be disturbing anyone."
"Elena." Elijah's voice was calm, patient, but exasperated.
"Hm."
"You're disturbing me."
"Oh." Elena looked a bit put out. "Then go to sleep," she said dismissively.
That was when Rebekah came into the room, and saw a vastly tired Elijah, and a very confused Elena, both of them irritated.
"Elijah, go sleep in my room. Elena get me some coffee." Elijah looked gratefully at his sister, before leaving and falling into the unmade bed.
Back in the living room Rebekah accepted the coffee from Elena with a bit of disdain.
"Elijah can't sleep in a room were others are awake. It makes him feel lazy. And when he feels lazy he gets irked. " Rebekah shrugged. "It used to be when anyone else was up in the whole house, but as the years have gone by it's just the room. Drives Kol crazy. Where is Kol?"
"He's still out with Jeremy and Matt doing who knows what." Elena looked more than a little irritated.
"Boys will be boys." Rebekah dismissed the worry with a wave of her hand. She had had to put up with Kol for hundreds of years. It wasn't unusual for him to stay out late. She had long gotten over the protective instinct. They were immortal for a reason, and unless someone got a white oak stake.
And no one did. At least not in this century.
Or in any other century if they had anything to do with it.
"What's the plan?'
"They were still doing a, what's it called, Q&A session when I left. Klaus threatened to rip Damon's head off, Stefan was looking brooding and concerned, and poor Elijah was trying to keep the peace. All in all it was a normal meeting, we didn't know anything when we came in, we don't know anything when we come out, though I'm sure Damon, Stefan, and Alaric got a history lesson in witchcraft.
"Has this happened a lot since..."
"Since you left? Quite a bit actually. They really had to come together since the hunter incident." Elena suddenly realized this was the friendliest conversation she had ever had with Rebecca since she had stabbed her in the back. In fact, the last time she had talked to her she had sworn her revenge for that very incident. Elena was suddenly very wary.
"Oh, don't worry. You were punished enough by having to leave for two years. Any revenge I had couldn't compare to that." Rebekah said guessing what Elena was thinking she noticed her stiffen.
Elena gulped and nodded.
"Besides we wouldn't let her get to you, little sis." Damon said sneaking up behind Elena and Rebekah. Elena jumped as the vampire spoke, while Rebekah just rolled her eyes.
"You're not going to stop calling me that are you." Elena liked the name personally, but wasn't going to let Damon know that.
"The moment I stop calling her Vampire Barbie," Damon said gesturing to Caroline, " I'll stop calling you little sis."
"And you're going to stop calling Caroline that very soon." Klaus growled as he walked over to the blonde. Kneeling down, he tried shaking her awake, and Caroline just flipped over. Stefan collapsed on the opposite couch. Giving up trying to get Caroline to wake up, he walked over to Rebekah and stole the coffee pot.
"Nik!" Rebekah screeched as coffee spilled over her and Elena's clothes. She automatically went to her suitcase to find new clothes, while Elena went to the bathroom to try and clean up. Stefan went to help her. He wet a towel as he yelled at Damon to get her a new shirt.
The light blue shirt was ruined, soaked through and sticky. Stefan also noticed a few holes in the shirt. Damon came in with one of his own shirts, which would be huge on Elena.
"What's this Damon. We brought their bags from the hostel?"
"Trust me this is better than the stuff in those bags." Damon looked at an ashamed looking Elena, then shared a look with Stefan. This was going to be an interesting story, but there were more important things to do for the moment. Such as sleep and Esther's imminent demise. "You're going to explain later, but for the moment this will do. "
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Jeremy was in pain. The chains on his wrists were stretching his arms, and his head was pounding from the blow to he had received. Kol was laying in the middle of the box with a dagger sticking out of his heart. Matt was tied to a chair, too far away from either of them to help. Jeremy was the only one conscious, or animated to be able to do anything. He tugged on the chains trying to get one to break or loosen. The chains held firm. He saw salt surrounding the box and groaned. They were trapped. He had been in and out of consciousness, but the salt wasn't there before. There was always a woman guarding them. But now the box was empty, of all but the body of Kol and Matt. He wondered why he had been chained while Matt had simply been tied up. He understood why Kol had been daggered, from what he had gathered the one who had attacked them had been Esther. Of course, he had been half awake during that time.
He needed to form a plan of action. If they had Kol's phone it would be easy for the rest of the group to think they were out partying. The only way to get out of here was to get Kol undaggered, and hopefully force a witch to release them.
And hope it rained gold, and that the tooth fairy was real.
But Jeremy rarely gave up. He stood up on the tips of his toes and jumped, bunching up his body as he came down.
And it worked, the hook holding the chains came loose, but one of Jeremy's wrists had made a snapping noise. All he could see was a red haze of pain. He made himself walk forward and not look at the wrist that he could feel the blood dripping down into his hand. The first order of business was to get Kol undaggered. He couldn't untie Matt in his condition, and he didn't know how long it would take for Kol to wake up.
And Kol would be able to get them out of here.
Once he got the dagger out, he used his blood to clean off the white ash and then tried to bend it, which he succeeded in doing.
He was so thankful for Alaric's training.
Matt woke up first. His bloodied head rolled from side to side, before he was able to look at Jeremy through one black eye.
"What happened?"
"Not sure, but I think I know where all the witches are."
"Where?"
"Here"
"This have to do with that original witch."
"I think so."
"What happened to Kol?"
"Ran into a dagger." Jeremy held up the bent and bloodstained blade.
"Can you get me out of here?" Matt gave a little tug to the ropes, and then looked at Jeremy's hands. He winced when he saw the bloody manacles hands.
"That looks bad."
"Feels worse."
"When will Kol wake up?"
Suddenly a loud gasp came from the previously prone figure. His back arched and a hand clawed the air.
"I'm guessing right about now." Jeremy said dryly.