They wouldn't stop screaming.

While James and Lauren were out attempting to hunt down the remaining supernaturals in Mystic Falls, Daniel was rewarding himself with a little torture time. He had drawn out a hooked knife that had been dipped in vervain and slowly dragging it down the sides of the face of Caroline, Dana, and Stefan. Damon was strangely missing, or perhaps the hunters had yet to capture him as they had the others (granted Damon had dealt with them before).

Dana glared at Daniel who had just finished etching straight, thick lines into Stefan's face. Blood ran into her eyes from when he had decided to etch into her face, and together the three vampire's wounds were healing slowly. It was expected with the vervain still in their system and the fact that Daniel was enjoying throwing fresh vials into their open wounds. To 'wash' the dried blood away.

She wondered where Zach was. He wouldn't allow this to go on. He had made several promises to keep her safe and she would be damned if this even came close to being 'safe'. Not only that, but her older brother lacked the stomach to and had too much compassion to torture someone. Even a supernatural someone.

"I hate you," Dana snarled when Daniel crouched down in front of her.

His forearms rested on his thighs, his knife dangling past his knees, loose in his long fingers. The way the dim light of the kitchen cast shadows across his face almost made him appear ghastly. Unreal. Deadly. Frightening. "You," Daniel brought the tip of his knife to her temple, digging in sharply, "are the one who deserves hate. You are the monster."

She spat. Blood splattered across his face, speckling it red.

He jerked the knife downwards, a curved line stretching across from her temple, all the way to the bottom of her jaw. She cried out in pain. He smirked. Stood. Started to walk away.

"You shouldn't even be alive!" Dana threw it out, almost nonchalantly, "So I suppose that makes you a monster too."

Daniel didn't speak after that. His shoulder bunched together, tight underneath that white shirt he wore. What hunter wore a white shirt anyway? His head twisted to the side. He gave her a baleful stare, and stalked back into the living room.

Dana sagged back into the wall. Her head turned to look at Caroline whose face was just as cut as hers was. Blood matted her bright blonde curls, dried and stuck to her face. It ran in carved out trails down the other girl's pretty face. "You alright?' Dana took Caroline's subtle nod as a yes, and then tilted her head back, swallowing back the urge to cry.

Cry. God. It had been so long since she had cried.

She cut her eyes towards Elena. Who, thankfully, had remained untouched so far. Instead she was huddled in the corner looking terrified and like she was about to be sick to her stomach. Dana couldn't quite blame her. Seeing her boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend perhaps?) and one of her best friends faces cut up like they were couldn't be good for mental health.

The front door opened, and then shut. Dana didn't bother looking, knowing it had to be either her parents or her oldest brother. His footsteps neared them, she opened her eyes. He had stopped in front of Caroline, crouched down in front of her. His auburn hair was mussed up as if he had been running, and he took in Caroline's bloodied face and the hateful glare she was giving him. His eyes flickered to Dana. He flinched.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, his eyes grazing across the three vampires and frightened doppelganger. He swore under his breath, then stood and strode into the living room. Dana watched him go. Caroline did too, only her gaze perhaps held more hate than Dana's.

Dana heard yelling. Zach was shouting and he sounded frustrated, if not absolutely livid with his younger brother. He said something about Val. She would be here soon. Something about how they were supposed to wait. Daniel shouted back, using a sharp tone Dana had never heard him use before.

Daniel had always been gentle, but maybe that had been his sickness that had made him retain the gentle quality he always carried on with. His gently inquiring about Zach's well being. Questioning their parents methods, he had even been gentle with suggesting that Dana would make a wonderful vampire.

And here they were.

Daniel was not gentle and maybe, in the end, that was Dana's fault.


"What are you doing here?"

Rebekah eyed Damon Salvatore with slight distaste, curious as to what on earth the eldest Salvatore could be doing at the Mikaelson doorstep. There was no way she trusted him, and she knew he wasn't exactly fond of her family.

Damon eyed her and said, almost reluctantly, "There's a problem."

She arched an eyebrow at him. "Fortunately your problems are not my problems."

Rebekah moved to close the door, but Damon stuck his foot in the remaining gap to prevent her from doing so.

He cleared his throat. "Maybe not. But it's Kol's. They have his…" Damon was going to hate himself for this, "new plaything." Damon almost regretted that. But he didn't, only because Dana had told him about Kol referencing her as his plaything. About how she had had the balls to throw a dagger at him after.

"Kol's not here."

Damon almost started to swear. But before he could someone had him pinned against the side of the house. A hand was wrapped around his throat, fingers threatening to crush his esophagus. Rebekah had opened the door back, and was now looking on with an amused expression.

"What do you know?"

Kol Mikaelson did not look happy. In fact, he appeared nearly furious. And a furious Kol Mikaelson was not one that was easily dealt with.

"Only that they have Elena," Kol's features twisted into an expression of disgust at her name, "Caroline, Stefan, Dana, and probably going for Bonnie. I was lucky to get away." Damon scoffed off.

Kol scowled, let go of Damon, and stalked back to the stairs that lead up to the porch. "They're at Dana's house still. Unless they've moved."

Damon smiled then. It was a wicked smile. One that he felt he hadn't smiled in a while. And suddenly the thought of wreaking a little havoc on the annoying and persistent Chasseur family seemed like such an appealing idea. Even if it went against the ideals Elena thought he should follow.

"What are we waiting for then?"


Stacey Quinby was not fond of vampires.

However, she was even less fond of the Chasseur hunter's.

They had taken the vampires, doppleganger, and the witch into the basement. They had forgotten about the woman they perceived as frail and incapable. The one who had just woke up from being knocked unconscious by her grandson. The one that was supposed to be dead.

Poor James and Lauren. They were so naïve. They thought they were so brilliant. Bringing their little, inexperienced witch along (the one who thought she knew what was dealing with). Kidnapping the doppelganger girl, the one who was obviously important to those annoying Salvatore brothers. Taking Dana when they knew she had just as naively become involved with the Original family.

But perhaps Dana was not quite as naïve as Stacey was assuming. By surrounding herself with the Original family she had, perhaps, given herself a group of powerful vampires she could use as a type of threat. To protect herself.

No. Dana wasn't smart enough to think of it that way.

But, Stacey had thought these things through. That was why she had come to Mystic Falls. Her husband, who had been killed by her equally naïve daughter's husband, had been a warlock. A powerful warlock.

A scowl twisted the older woman's features as she walked into the living room. Blood stained her kitchen floor, she could see the stark red against white tile from where she stood. Dana's cell phone rested on the floor where it had fallen when she had been injected with vervain and jerked away by Daniel.

She bent to pick it up, staring at the phone carefully as she attempted to find the girl's blasted contacts.

Stacey was still pretty bad with technology. Actually, she held a particular hatred for smartphones. It was why she stuck to the beaten up flip phone of her own.

Luckily for Stacey, instead of fumbling around on that phone, there was a knock on her door.

She immediately swept over towards it. When she swung it open she discovered the one person she had been hoping to contact standing before her…plus one of course.

"Kol Mikaelson. Please, do come in."


A/N~ A little bit of a quicker update. I'm trying, I swear I am. Would anyone maybe be interested in a sort of AU story based on this?

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