Soon, all hell broke loose.
After dragging the supernaturals down to the basement, they had not been expecting for any other vampire to be able to gain access to the Quinby house. They hadn't been expecting for Stacey to wake up, and invited Kol Mikaelson and Damon Salvatore into the household.
One moment James and Lauren were interrogating the vampires about the Originals. How to kill them, what hurt them, and etc. Then the door to the basement was thrown up to reveal a furious Kol and an equally annoyed Damon.
Elena was sure she was hallucinating at that point.
When James and Lauren Chasseur had arrived on the scene earlier and drug them all down to the basement (in a rather harsh manner, might she add). They had ensured the vampires were still tightly bound in fresh vervain ropes, drugged them with vervain once again, and then began torturing them.
The thing was, they weren't just using vervain and their sharp tools to dig into the bodies of her friend's and the one vampire who had warned them about this. They were also using the witch girl to inflict mental torture upon the vampires. She could hear the groans and often screams, the panicked whispers coming from her friends.
It was horrifying to watch, and there was nothing Elena could do to stop it.
When Elena saw Kol and Damon, there were a few things that flew through her mind. They would save them. They would stop the torture. Together. Or Kol would simply kill them all, because for all she knew he had little to no regard for their lives. She felt bad for Dana, who she knew had perhaps become a little wrapped up in the workings of the Original family to some extent. She had tried asking Matt more about it, hoping that perhaps Dana had shared something with him, maybe some sort of note on how to kill Klaus.
Unfortunately, as soon as the words had left her mouth Matt had appeared a little miffed with her. Then he had left, and she had wondered what it was she had said.
Chaos erupted around them all, and Elena was suddenly brought back to the situation at hand.
Damon immediately went after the first Chasseur in sight, Kyra who managed to keep up with him as far as fighting went. Then Kol was going after someone, but Elena was too busy struggling against the ropes and trying to pay attention to Damon to tell.
Then there was a growl. It sounded a lot like Kol who was growling at the witch girl who had a hand held up, murmuring words under her breath that Elena couldn't comprehend over the sound of fighting and shouting.
James Chasseur was shouting furiously at Dana. Her head hung limply. He was trying to get out of her a way to kill the Originals. She muttered something. Something along the lines of how 'they were the soulless creatures'. He was suddenly in her face, his own features red with fury.
Then he was thrown against the wall. The witch girl was unconscious, perhaps dead. Elena couldn't tell. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know. Watching that girl, limp on the ground frightened Elena. Her warm, brown locks were spread across the floor, her limbs splayed across the basement as if she were a lifeless doll.
That could have easily been her. If she were a bit more unlucky, and if the Chasseur's attention hadn't been so keenly focused on the vampires.
"Hold on," Damon was suddenly at her side, slicing a knife through the ropes wrapped around. "Go," Elena hesitated when he hauled her to her feet, "Get out of here!" He snapped, giving her the lightest of shoves towards the stairs.
James, Lauren, and the Chasseur brother's had both gotten away. They had left the other woman with the dark hair and sad eyes. Elena had looked at her just in time to see Kol shoving his hand through her chest, pulling her heart out with it. He dropped the bloody organ to the floor, a scowl playing across his face.
Damon shouted something at her again. Her mind didn't quite process it, and she should have already been used to witnessing events like this. Instead of listening to Damon she surged forward to help. She wrapped Caroline's arms around her shoulders and lifted her friend up.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught Kol lifting Dana in his arms. Her head lolled back, face stained with drying blood and fresh blood. For a moment she wondered if the vervain would cause her wounds to leave scars. Was that possible? Or would it heal over again? It was something she had never wondered about until then.
In a flash Kol was gone.
Moments later an elderly woman came downstairs, seemingly in a rush as she scuttled over to Elena. She gave her a sympathetic look, helping get the unconscious vampire upstairs.
They took Caroline and Stefan both upstairs despite Damon's protests that it couldn't possibly be safe. The older woman waved him off as she directed Damon to the guest room with his brother, and Caroline to a room that could only belong to Dana.
The walls were violet and bare. There was a mahogany bed that sat to the right of the room with a neatly made teal bedspread. There was a lone dresser and a desk in the room too. On the small desk rested a dagger and some other sharp knives. Other than that, the room was bare. If it weren't for the knives on her desk, and a few articles of clothing strewn across the floor, Elena would have assumed it was unlived in.
With Caroline carefully laid on the bed, Stacey set about to wiping the dried blood off of the blonde vampire's face. Elena collapsed in the chair that sat in front of the desk, breathing a heavy sigh. Why was it that they couldn't seem to catch a break? Were they simply meant to always be involved in some sort of danger that seemed to revolve around Mystic Falls?
"What's your name dear?"
Elena nearly jumped at the older woman's voice. "Elena Gilbert." she provided her name in a quiet voice, still a bit shaken up.
"You can call me Stacey, Elena. I'm sorry this had to happen to your friends," Stacey apologized as she continued to dip the bloodied rag. "There's a mini-fridge under Dana's desk. There should be a few blood bags in there. When your friends wake up give them however many they need. They'll definitely need them."
Stacey left Elena and Caroline alone. Elena kept her eyes glued to Caroline's slowly healing face. The wounds seemed to creep together and she was surprised they had even began to heal at all with the amount of vervain she had been injected with.
So Elena sat there. Wondering what she was doing, thinking about how helpless she had been, and asking herself if there was anything she could do to keep her friends safe from further harm.
When Kol arrived back at the Mikaelson home with an unconscious and bloodied vampire, the rest of his family was unsure if they should be surprised or if they should have been expecting it.
If it weren't for the fact that the blood on him was obviously human, they would have been expectant of it. However, as he set the girl down on the couch, ignoring his sister's complaints about bloodying the furniture, they found themselves surprised.
"She looks horrendous," Rebekah commented as she took in the vampires ravaged face. She sniffed, catching the scent of vervain in her system.
Klaus noticed it as well, frowning. "She'll heal at a much faster rate if you drain her of the vervain, brother."
Kol scowled. As if she wasn't cut up enough and his brother was talking about draining blood even more. Then again, he was certainly right about her healing faster. Then he could get out of her what her wretched family had wanted.
"No. Let her heal on her own." There was Elijah, joining in on the conversation when he walked into the room. "Bekah, if you don't mind." He waved his hand towards Dana, and Rebekah understood what he meant.
Soon she had Dana scooped into her arms, a look of annoyance or disgust written across her face at having a bloodied vampire. Then she had disappeared upstairs, leaving the brothers to themselves.
Val Chasseur was very unsure about what she should be doing. When her family came home, without her aunt, she was even less sure.
She furrowed her brows as she sat cross-legged on her bed. It was just a rental home, something temporary like all of their houses had been until that point in her life. She thought back for a moment, two years ago when she had been out in the garden tending to it while her parents were away.
A well-dressed man had appeared, walking through her quaint little garden and steering clear of the section of vervain just as she did.
"Hello Valerie."
She wasn't sure if she were more surprised by the fact that he was a vampire, or the fact that he knew her name.
"Who are you?"
She was strangely calm. Something that surely had to be a result from being born among a family of hunters who were all calm, cool, collected, and utterly insane at the core. She tilted her head to the side. Fiery red locks fell across her shoulder. Would fire kill this man?
No, she decided. He gave off a sort of aura of power and age that told her otherwise.
"I find it odd, if not perhaps a little bit interesting that you are allergic to vervain. The one substance that would save you from my compulsion," he noted this out loud, as if it were just a simple fact that, yes, he was about to compel her.
"Dana was allergic to vervain too. Just not as severely," Valerie explained. Although he probably knew this.
"Well," the man mused, "she is, perhaps now, severely allergic to it."
Ah yes. Vervain was now deadly to her undead sister. How could she forget?
Valerie crossed her arms over chest, tapping a single finger against her chin. "So, why are you here?"
He seemed mildly surprised. But that brief display of shock disappeared in an instance as he stepped closer in a seemingly innocent way. He bent to where he was at eye level with Valerie. He observed this girl's jade green eyes. The freckles that dotted her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. Her eyebrows were a little too thick, her face a little more heart-shaped. If he would have guessed, it would have been to say that this girl was certainly not a Chasseur by blood.
"I require your assistance," he stated, "if your family ever come close to finding Dana Chasseur you will warn her ahead of time. You will do your best to keep her safe…and you will tell no one."
Valerie almost snorted. Then she remembered her mother's words how it wasn't ladylike to snort. Then again, didn't Dana snorted half the time when she found something amusing. "You don't have to compel me to do that. But…obviously I will."
The man straightened, a somewhat complacent look flashing through his eyes. He had considered bleeding out the eldest brother. Compelling him. But while this boy had promised to do his best to protect his sister, he was too committed to the rest of his family and their mission. The twin brother was simply out of the question. He was too sickly to bleed out of vervain, and much too full of hate towards his twin at the time.
Besides, no one would ever suspect little Valerie.
He smiled at Valerie. "There's something different about you Valerie Chasseur."
Then he was gone.
It was safe to say that Valerie knew who the man was now. He was the one who had turned her older sister into a vampire. She hadn't quite expected it from someone like him, but perhaps what she had heard from others about Elijah Mikaelson was true.
Suddenly, she was nearly grinning at the last words he had left her with.
There's something different about you Valerie Chasseur.
If only he knew.
A/N ~
If I'm being honest, I felt bad for Valerie because she's hardly ever mentioned. And I thought it would be interesting to have a character actually allergic to vervain. But how is she different? Hm...
Well I had an idea of doing an AU sort of with Dana leaving her family before she became a hunter. She would still be human (therefore allergic to vervain like Val mentions she is). But I'm not sure. I have the idea, but I don't know if I'll actually write it. For now I'm going to focus on finishing this!
But leave any thoughts/opinions on my idea AND this chapter if you please :)
