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Chapter 4: Deal With the Devil

"Something you should know about Original vampires… They're over a thousand years old, they can't be killed, and they're not very good at keeping secrets for vampire hunters." Matt glanced tellingly at Rebekah's not-so-dead body and strolled away with a shrug.

His parting words haunted Blaze. Thousand year old vampires that couldn't be killed? She felt positively sick. And if she didn't find a way to take the vamp down, the others vampires would know about her stint as an undercover hunter by the end of the day, so she took off toward her house to get more supplies.

She'd have to carry more than just a stake, so Blaze ran immediately to the closet and pulled out her trench coat. The inside was lined with ropes doused heavily in vervain, some extra stakes, a few syringes, and her own special pyrotechnic concoction. She wasn't called Blaze for nothing…

Lastly Blaze pulled out some lotion. It was mixed with a concentrated amount of vervain, giving her skin that lethal touch that Rebekah was so unfortunate to experience, and she reapplied it all over her neck and hands.

All that was left was to have another run in with the Original.

Blaze walked casually down a back road along the outskirts of town, adrenaline pumping, and she knew it wouldn't be long before Rebekah found her.

Sure enough, within a few seconds she was pushed against a brick wall, and Rebekah glared at her, blackened veins creeping from her eyes. But as her hand closed around Blaze's neck, the vampire got a fresh coat of vervain on her fingers and gasped in pain.

"You little b…" she started to scream. But before she had gotten out her last word, Blaze staked her again and immediately set to work, wrapping her from head to toe in vervain ropes until the vampire looked more like a mummy. Then, grabbing her cell, she dialed hastily.

"Connor, I need your help."

Connor appraised the unconscious vampire and threw her into the back seat of his truck. "I'm impressed. You say she can't be killed?"

"Yeah, I overheard Matt Donovan calling her one of 'the Originals'." She skirted the truth.

"Interesting."

Blaze was about to climb in the truck when Connor suddenly slammed her against the door.

"You know, I underestimated you." His low, sultry voice resonated throughout her body. "So there's one more vampire I want you to take down. Stakes won't work on him either." He pressed against her shoulders, and Blaze felt oddly stirred by his dominant presence.

"Is he an Original?" she heaved a breath.

"You tell me. Is Tyler Lockwood a thousand years old?"

"What? No. We used to hang out as kids."

Connor suddenly pressed his body closer and breathed in her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine. "You're not going to have a problem with this, are you?"

Blaze narrowed her eyes determinedly and brushed her lips against his cheek. She grinned widely at his light shudder. "I was born to do this."

Without warning Connor pinned her arms back and kissed her roughly. Blaze used the force of his hands as a brace to lift her legs and wrap them around his waist. Then she wrested her arms free, and ran her nails seductively into his back.

But just as it was getting good, Connor threw her roughly onto the sidewalk. Ouch, what the... Blaze rubbed her hip in silent, sudden rage.

"Let's get one thing straight," he stared down coolly. "We do this on my terms. Get Tyler, and we'll pick up where we left off."

He drove away, leaving Blaze alone at the edge of town.

Jerk, throwing her on the ground just to assert his authority. Her insides burned as she walked and walked, not even caring about the direction. But after several minutes she realized she was lost and started to cry.

She sat on the grass venting her frustrations in tears, when she felt a brief whiff of air from behind.

"Is everything all right?"

Blaze swung around instantly, just to be face to face with the boy she'd seen with Elena Gilbert at the funeral. Fear permeated her features. She wasn't ready.

"Hey, don't worry. I won't hurt you." he reassured her. "I just heard you crying and wanted to make sure everything was okay. I'm Stefan." He held out his hand to help her up, and Blaze suddenly had a crazy idea. So crazy that it just might work. Time for another act…

She reached for his hand hesitantly, but when their fingers touched the vervain from her lotion burned his hand. Completely in character, Blaze gasped, "Oh my gosh, what happened? Are you allergic to my new lotion?" Playing 'dumb blonde' was so easy.

Stefan struggled to keep his composure as his skin healed. "Yeah, I must be. Where did you get that anyway?"

"Some guy I met gave it to me," she whined slightly. "His name was Connor."

Stefan froze. "Connor Jordan?"

"Yeah," Blaze pouted. "I really thought he was interested in me… until he drove off with that pretty blonde girl."

Stefan whipped around suddenly. "What blonde girl?"

Blaze purposefully stumbled on her words. "I… I don't know. Her name was… Rebekah, I think."

Stefan exhaled, deep in thought. "You know what. We're close to my house. Why don't you come clean yourself up, and I'll take you home."

"Thanks." Blaze gave him her sweetest smile, then switched it to a worried expression. "Should I wash off this lotion? I don't want to hurt anyone else." Yeah right, of course the vampire would tell her to wash it off.

"Actually, you should keep wearing it." The sincerity was clear in Stefan's voice. "So few people are… allergic to that kind of… ingredient anyway. But if you happen meet anyone else who's… allergic to your lotion, I would stay away from them, just in case."

Blaze was touched for a moment by Stefan's thoughtfulness, but she quickly shook it off. He was a vampire. He was one of the reasons her father was dead, and he'd burn with the rest of them.

Still… She couldn't be rude. "Thanks, Stefan. I'm Blaze, by the way."

He smiled warmly, leading the vampire hunter to the boarding house, and unknowingly to his own demise.

Okay, okay. I know I promised a lime, and it was more like… artificial lime flavor, but I started writing it and realized I stink at writing that kind of stuff. Lol, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again? Probably.

So what's going to happen next? Nothing's happening to Stefan… yet. Will Blaze go after Tyler, or will she show Connor that he's not the boss of her? Stay tuned! Either this chapter or the next a regular vampire's getting staked! o.O

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