Haha. Good guesses by everyone that it was indeed the Mummy. It is a major blast from the past! Glad I'm not alone in remembering random stuff like that, lol. Thanks for the nice reviews and here's the next chapter.
Tyler signed some release forms and handed them over to the people at the desk. They looked over the papers and told him he was free to go.
He walked out feeling crappy. "Where should I even go?" he thought miserably. He had buried his dad over a week ago and now his mother was dead. "It's my fault…."he said aloud as he got outside the hospital.
"What's your fault?" someone asked him.
He raised his head up from the ground and saw Elena standing there looking at him curiously.
"Hey, Elena….Nothing. I'm just talking to myself. I have a lot going on…" he ended, not wanting to go into it. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm visiting my aunt," she replied sadly.
"Right. I remember hearing something about that from Matt that one night we were there and you were all brought in. How is she?" he asked, glad to have the attention of himself.
"She's still asleep, but hopefully she'll be awake any day now. I hate to cut this short, but I need to go. Visiting hours aren't very long," she said getting closer to him. "It was nice seeing you," she said giving him a pat on the shoulder.
She gave him a calculating look and Tyler could almost swear she took a whiff of him in the way her nose scrunched up.
"Yeah. See you around, Elena," Tyler said confused. He leaned his nose into his shirt and smelled. He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I was in the hospital," he muttered as he left.
He cursed under his breath as he realized he didn't even have a car or any means of transportation since he didn't have his money. He turned around fast yelling out for Elena. She paused slowly and turned around.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bug you, but can I use your phone? I kinda don't have any way home and I was thinking of calling Matt," Tyler told her.
She thought about it a moment before digging in her pocket. "Here," she said handing him her phone. "But," she paused thinking things through, "if you don't mind waiting a little longer, I can give you a ride home. I'm just visiting for a bit," she said giving him a small smile.
For some reason or other, Tyler felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he felt uncomfortable. "Thanks for the offer, but I just want to get out of here," he said taking the phone.
"Well if you change your mind, I'm going to be upstairs," she said, going over to stand by the bench to give him privacy.
"Thanks," he said as he dialed Matt's number.
After a few rings, Matt picked up. "Hello?" he asked confused.
"Hey, Matt. It's me Tyler. You ok?" he asked hearing Matt grumbling in the background.
"Yeah. Sorry. I was sleeping and the number threw me off. I didn't recognize it. What's up, man?" he asked.
"I know I've been pretty crappy to you, but I could really use a big favor…" Tyler began.
"What is it?"
"I just was released from the hospital and I don't have any way to go anywhere. I had to borrow Elena's phone just to give you a call," he said sounding depressed.
"Elena's phone? "Matt asked confused. "I didn't know she had a new number. Anyway, give me five minutes and I'll be right there," Matt said. Tyler heard movement as if Matt was hurriedly getting dressed.
"Thanks so much. You don't know how much this helps," Tyler said.
"No sweat. See you in the front?" Matt questioned.
"Yeah. I'll be here," Tyler said.
Matt said goodbye and Tyler closed the phone. He walked back over to Elena, who had her back turned to him. "Here, Elena. Thanks again."
"No problem," she said. She seemed a bit angry, but Tyler couldn't be sure. "I'll see you around," she said hurrying into the hospital.
Tyler headed toward the front of the hospital to wait for Matt with nothing but his overwhelming guilt and sadness to keep him company.
Damon drove down Elena's street and was relieved to find her car in the driveway. He wasn't sure if he should try Rick's first or head somewhere else. He would have felt too Stefan-like to call her and ask her where she was going to be.
He parked on the street and let out a groan of annoyance when he saw Bonnie's car parked next to Elena's. He hadn't paid attention to that before. If he would have seen it, he would have driven away. "So not in the mood to deal with the witch right now," Damon thought, debating whether to walk back to his car or go inside.
His decision was made up when he heard loud screaming that was unmistakably Elena's coming from inside. He raced to the door and flung it open. When he entered, he saw Bonnie kneeling next to scattered candles and Elena's body on the floor.
"What did you do?" Damon asked as he approached them. Elena's eyes were clamped shut as if she was in deep pain and she was pale white. One hand was grasping her abdomen while the other was clutching her head.
"I don't know…I did everything right," Bonnie said looking though her book. "I don't understand….Elena. I'm so sorry…What can I do?"
"What was your spell about?" Damon asked kneeling beside them and trying to calm Elena down. He looked on helplessly as she writhed about and moaned in pain.
"It was an un-inviation spell for the house so that Katherine couldn't enter," Bonnie said, flipping through the pages frantically trying to find something to help her out. "Elena. Can you tell me what hurts or anything I can use to help you?"
"I…..I… nnneeed…." But she couldn't get more out before she let out another scream and started to try move.
"Bonnie. Find something fast," Damon said, reaching for Elena and holding her close. "Elena. I need you to open your eyes. I want to try to compel you and see if it works…." He thought that if he could just try to make her feel better, it would give them time to figure things out.
She struggled slowly to open her eyes and keep them open. But she couldn't hold them open long enough before she clamped them shut again and began shaking. Damon held her tight.
"Damn it, Bonnie. Why were you messing with magic when you're not even a practiced witch. You're like a child playing with matches," Damon hissed angrily.
"Yelling at me isn't going to help Elena, Damon. Just stop," she said, still trying to find answers in the book.
"Go over what you did with the spell. See what could have gone wrong," Damon asked, looking down at a shaking Elena and stroking the hair away from her sweaty face.
"I lit the candles and drew a circle of oil around them. Then I told Elena to hold an image of Katherine in her mind and I lit the oil. I recited the incantation and knew the spell was done when the flames went out," Bonnie said hurriedly. "It's the right spell I know it. Its only job is to keep Katherine out of this house."
"You sure that's the….." but he stopped talking as he smelled blood in the air. He looked down worriedly and saw a small trickle of it coming from Elena's nose.
"Out….please…..I…" Elena moaned weakly.
Something clicked in Damon's mind as he went over Bonnie's words…. "to keep her out of the house…"Damon said out loud.
Damon secured Elena in his arms and in seconds, was up and out of the door.
"Where are you going?" Bonnie yelled as she jumped up and followed.
"So what happened?" Isobel asked angrily.
Cherie was lying collapsed on the loveseat. She had calculated sunrise a little too late and ended up getting scorched minutes before she made it back. She was moaning a bit as her skin healed until she got a death look from Isobel that silenced her and made her push aside her discomfort.
"Did someone get there or did the sun come up before anything happened" Isobel pressed.
"No. I saw Stefan approach the window where Elena and Jeremy were sleeping. He opened it up and slipped in. You said I could go when that happened so I left…just a little too late," Cherie said, poking at her charred arm.
"And no word from Frank?" Isobel asked, pacing the room.
"No. I made sure not to contact him and I didn't hear anything either," she said.
"Something's wrong then," Isobel said angrily. "I'm going to have to go search him out and see if maybe he's sticking indoors."
Isobel closed her eyes and thought about her options. She didn't know if Katherine would be out wandering around. She pondered her odds of running into her. She debated giving Cherie her necklace so that she could go and find him herself.
"You're a bit slow…" she thought aloud. "You know what, I'll give him until sunset to come back. I'm not risking my location to find him."
"You mean you're not risking your ass to go find out news on the Salvatore/ Katherine triangle," A voice drawled sleepily from the sofa. "Or would it be a square now that Elena is involved…Anyway, you're just a scared little girl where Katherine's involved."
"That's it. I'm just so scared of everything," she said approaching the couch. "I love staying hidden and watch the world go by while bitches like Katherine roam around doing as they please," she said striking her hand out and pressing down hard on exposed neck.
"Now you listen, and you listen hard. I do what I want, when I want. I don't care about consequences. I care about my life, and I care about living. So yes, I do care about if Katherine decides to attack," she said squeezing harder. "You call me a coward again, and I'll rip your throat out."
She waited for the coughs to subside before she started up again. "I'm going out. I need a good meal anyways….I think I'll take a chance and sniff out Frank, but not too hard. He's not worth it."
"Do you think something happened to him?" Cherie asked a bit worried.
"With a large brain like his? No…" Isobel said sarcastically. "For all our sakes, I hope he wasn't discovered."
"I have one last job for you, Cherie," she said, grabbing her purse off the table.
Cherie looked out the window worriedly.
"No, you're not going anywhere," Isobel said in response to her glance. "I just need you to keep an eye on our guest until I get back," she said with a pointed glance to the couch.
"Oh I'm a guest now? That's nice to know…"
She smiled slightly and looked at Cherie seriously. "You can use force or weapons if necessary," she said with a final glance around the room.
Stepping out into the sun, she took a deep breath and latched onto Frank's faded scent in the wind.
"Let's see where you ended up," she said, gathering her hair up and securing it into a ponytail before she sped off.
Hope you're enjoying the ride. Read and review. Cheers. OH and p.s. Should I end the story soon and start up another story sep so that I don't have a million chapters? This story won't end or anything, it would just extend and go whereever I leave this off at; not two separate stories. I'm still new to how all thie works. So 2 things: Review first, please, and opinion on if I should split story up. Thanks :)
