Two Paths
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The Secret Circle – The Vampire Diaries
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Damon Salvatore
John Blackwell
Cassie Blake
Jake Armstrong
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Summary:
Up until Amelia died, Cassie had known of magic- especially her own. But who taught her everything? And how does her father know about Damon helping her learn the art? Cake & Delena
Takes place after everything in the Vampire Diaries (after all the drama). My reasoning is that you can place this story anywhere in the timeline you want.
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Chapter Six~
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"…there is a little bit of vampire instinct in every woman."
~Theda Bara
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His words were sure, but on the inside both he and Cassie weren't so sure.
But John Blackwell was silently cursing the name Damon Salvatore.
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"What!" Damon nearly choked on his mug of blood that he had warmed up earlier.
"You heard me." Was John's gruff reply over the cell phone.
Cursing a little at the shirt with blood splatters over it, Damon sighed roughly. "So little Cassie is slowly getting her memories back?" He took John's silence as a yes. "Though I must admit I am surprised that she's strong enough to fight the compulsion, but…" he said in a patronizing voice, "… I am not surprised at the fact that it hurts. Like hell probably; am I right?"
"You are correct." The older man (well on the outside anyways), said sourly.
Quickly Damon ripped off the shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abdomen, and threw it into the dirty laundry hamper in his cheap hotel room. Dean and Sam would be proud.
"So…" he said smoothly, "…what would you like me to do about it?" The vampire smirked as he grabbed a new shirt, in black of course.
Damon could almost see the blood vessel about to burst in the other mans forehead. "Fix it! For what other reason would you come to Chance Harbor?"
"Oh… I don't know; to prey on the unsuspecting population of this stupid town?" Sighing roughly, Damon clenched the cell phone. "It's not as easy as walking up to her and just saying 'remember', in case you've forgotten John- your daughter is a high class, pure bread witch. With powers that would put most covens to shame." The vampire began to pace. "If you have a way to make sure that both of us don't get deep fried during the process than by all means- share." Damon took a calming breathe. "Look, the problem is making sure me or her don't go up in flames when she remembers everything. That's what I've been working on."
Once again John was silent for a few moments, but then he spoke. "I think I know of a protecting spell. I'll figure it out." With that the line went dead.
Damon blew out a human breathe he didn't know he was holding.
Shit. Even he didn't know he had all that pent up anger.
A few hours later…
The clock read seven o'clock in the evening.
Damon was dyeing to get out, he wasn't the type to stay pent up in one room. Sure the boarding house was fine because there were rooms. Plural, as in multiple.
And the bathroom in the tiny hotel did not count, in his opinion, as another room.
Sure he had talked to Elena on the phone, but it had only been for about thirty minutes, not nearly long enough to entertain a vampire.
That on top of the fact that there was no way in hell he could risk Cassie seeing him in public. Also with the issue of John not finding a spell that could successfully protect both of them was driving him up the wall.
Cassie was a powerful witch, there was not telling what a sudden rush of probably very emotional memories could trigger. There was also the issue if she was mad enough she might incinerate him.
His thoughts were silent for a moment when the thought occurred to him… "Bourbon." He nearly yelled out as he did a quick run through of his hotel room.
The resident drunkard vampire didn't even have his alcohol.
What kind of world did he live in, where he forgot to bring his damn bourbon.
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Cassie and Jake had stayed together the rest of the night, since she'd rather not have to tell the others about her 'condition', (as her and Jake deemed it). Yes, she felt the stares, heard the whispers. The petite blonde wasn't stupid. Slowly, it seemed the circle had turned against her, when it had originally been Faye the circle didn't care for.
Now, she and Jake were researching with her father in the abandon house for some sort of spell about protection. Originally she had asked why, and he gave her the longest most confusing answer she'd ever heard. By now Cassie was glad her headache and vision things had disappeared, it made thinking a lot easier. But the constant failure of finding the spell was annoying as hell.
"This one's a no." She said in a deflated voice as she threw one of her fathers older books into the 'no' pile.
Jake stood beside her, placing the book he just finished in the same pile. "No luck here, either."
John stood, frowning. "Well I'll stay here and keep looking, you two should go eat."
"What about you?" Cassie asked, quirking an eyebrow as Jake grabbed his jacket.
"I'll be fine; if I find it I'll call you?" Her father offered, picking up another book.
Cassie nodded, smiling as she and Jake left the house. "I'll bring you some leftovers!"
The two hopped into Jake's car, he spoke first. "Where do you wanna eat?"
The petite blonde bit her lip. "I dunno…" she laughed a little, "…then again the only place in this town that serves dinner is the Boat House."
Jake grinned a little. "You're right, Boat House it is…"
Soon they were on the road and Jake spoke up again. "I'm kind of amazed."
"At what?" Cassie asked coyly, seeing his smirk.
"Just the fact that neither Adam nor Diana, have called or checked in on you in the past…oh four hours?" The older boy's lips curled into a teasing smirk.
Rolling her eyes Cassie just opened the door of the car, now that they were in the parking lot. Laughing Jake followed suit, he said "You know I'm right!" laughing a little.
Trying to smother her laugh Cassie and Jake made their way up the boardwalk and to the door.
Quickly she wrapped her hand around the knob and opened the door, Jake following behind her. As the gust of warm air hit her face she heard laughter coming from inside. It only took a moment for her and Jake to pinpoint the source.
"Apparently it's Adam's day off." Jake said sarcastically.
And he was right, in the corner on the other side of the restaurant sat the rest of the circle… laughing. Cassie looked at Jake awkwardly; obviously neither of them were invited to this little party.
The petite blonde jerked her head, "Let's sit at the bar." Somewhere deep inside she hoped that they wouldn't notice the two of them walking through the foyer, but somewhere deeper she ached for the confrontation.
And just as she and Jake began to make their way, the circles' laughter fell silent, as a few began to talk normally. While Faye and Adam, opted for callous whispering and nasty glares.
As they took a seat Jake looked over his shoulder briefly to look at the others. "Good call Blake."
Rolling her eyes she gave the substitute waiter her order, "Club wrap please, fries on the side." She gave him a strained smile.
Jake then ordered a BLT with a milkshake. They waited in silence, listening to their 'friends' conversation.
It mostly consisted of normal things… well after they moved on from criticizing Cassie for being a drama queen and Jake for being a general loser… and after complaining about the fact they had showed up together.
Cassie let out a sigh, "Well this is awkward."
"Only a little bit." The tall blonde added with a smirk, earning a shove from the petite girl.
Then their food arrived, giving them both something else to focus on. Cassie in the beginning had focused all of her attention on her wrap, not looking at her fries… and about ten minutes later she was looking at a plate of fries.
"Whoa…" She said with a smile. "…I ate too fast."
"Yes…" Jake grinned, picking up a fry, "…you did." He then dipped the fry into the chocolate milkshake.
"Hey! I was saving those…" But Cassie gave up, taking a fry of her own and dipping it. The fries were the only thing left in front of them to eat. "Maybe we should save some for my dad…"
The tall blonde rolled his eyes, and got the attention of the waiter. "Check and a to go box?" Jake paused, "Speaking of you and Diana's dad, how's the plan going?"
Cassie rolled her eyes, "What plan?"
"The plan of, lets make him think he's in control." Jake asked, his statement slightly a question.
The blonde smiled, "Ah… that plan. Yeah it's still a go. But I really do need his help with my… problem." She whispered the last word, afraid of the others hearing.
Jake swiveled around, looking behind him- only to meet the stare of Adam… just what he needed to lift up his mood.
As the waiter handed them the items Jake had requested, he pulled out his wallet hand the man a twenty. It would more than cover the bill.
Suddenly Cassie's phone began to ring. He saw a flash of fear in her eyes, but answered it anyways. "Hello?"
Jake quickly slid the fries into the to go box, at the same time the waiter returned with his change. "Thanks." He muttered, shoving the money in his pocket as Cassie got up and walked away quickly. The tall blonde couldn't blame her; if it was her dad calling about her problem it would be problematic if they heard.
Deciding to give her some time to talk before he went back to the car, Jake sat on the stool, glancing at Cassie through the window.
It was then Faye stood up from the table and walked over to him, taking the seat Cassie had previously occupied. "So, what's up with you two being all chummy?"
Jake shrugged, "No reason… just devising a plan to take Blackwell down."
Faye nodded her head mockingly. "And in the process you went on a date?"
The tall blonde saw Cassie slip the phone into her pocket, and wave at him. "Well I didn't see any of you invite us." With that Jake stood up and left the boathouse.
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Cassie and Jake entered the house to find John sitting at the table. "Cassie, Jake." He nodded to them.
Cassie had briefed Jake on what John had said, he found a way to help the headaches, but required a spell to be cast. Which they both decided was potentially dangerous, since neither of them trusted him. But they decided that if anything out of the (witch) ordinary, one of them would call another member of the circle.
"So how do we do this, because my head is starting to hurt?" Cassie leaned against the island in the kitchen.
"I'm going to place a spell on you so that your powers don't explode and kill anyone in the immediate vicinity." John said as he stood up.
"Why would that happen in the first place?" Asked Jake confusedly.
John turned to look at him as well, "The brain is a powerful thing, if a piece is blocked or held back the rush of remembering or unlocking that part can cause a rush of magical energy."
"So it's like when a person remembers something after getting amnesia from a concussion?" Cassie offered as an example.
John nodded, "Exactly, the spell I place will keep your magic from destroying you and us." He was holding a large bowl of what looked like crushed herbs and salt. "This will keep you from hurting anyone, but the powder won't help unless it's touching you."
"That seems impossible since it's a powder." Jake pointed out sourly.
"And that's why we're going to mix it with water and soak these ropes." Blackwell said while holding up a couple of thinly wound ropes.
Cassie nodded, "Well okay then, while you do that what should we do?" she gestured to herself and Jake.
"Get a chair ready and put a circle of salt around it." The two gave him a strange look, sighing he continued. "It's like a double block just incase, I'm sure you'd rather not take this house up in flames."
With that the two set about the task and soon it was done, and they were left sitting on the couch as John continued with the ropes.
Then the doorbell rang, Cassie raised an eyebrow.
"That should be him." Said John.
"Should be who?" The petite blonde was slightly distraught.
Blackwell turned to look at the two of them. "I called a friend, the only person that you can possibly hope to help you Cassie."
The petite blonde felt that things were worse than her father had previously said… she slowly turned around and walked towards the door, where she could see the outline of a dark figure.
Cassie placed her hand on the door knob and opened the door slowly.
The man standing on her porch had his back to her. He was wearing all black and even his hair was black. Quickly he turned around, and her eyes met with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. And for some reason he looked exactly like the man from her dreams, the shock took her breath away.
The tall man looked at her in the same shock, then after the silence he spoke.
"Hello Cassie."
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Chapter 6~ Fin
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After Note:
Okay thanks for ALL OF THE LOVELY REVIEWS. They make me extremely happy. And sorry for the late upload but it's been hell trying to get this chapter going. Special thanks to the reviewer Dark-Supernatural-Angel, I'm hoping to answer your question next chapter, but if you're dying to know pm me!
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