Twisted Love
Season Two
The Dinner Party
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Vampire Diaries, I only own Grace and Fayth :)
Damon woke up to hear Grace in the shower, she was singing a random old 90s song loudly whilst running her small hands through her long chocolate brown hair whilst dancing along to the song she was singing. Removing his left over clothes he got in too running his hands down her soapy body, pressing his chest to her back making her moan quietly ceasing her movements.
"Ah, damn, here I was thinking I could have a morning when I didn't step out of the shower feeling dirtier than when I got in." Grace giggled as Damon moved her back against the tiled wall kissing her passionately.
"I feel betrayed." Damon pouted "You got naked and soapy without even telling me."
"Well we have to be apart sometimes, Damon." She reminded him playing with the tips of Damon's wet hair, stroking the back of his neck.
"Never." Damon told her kissing her passionately "We'll never be apart, ever."
"Good." She breathed "That's all I needed to hear." She moved so her lips were only just touching his before moving into a swift, sensual kiss.
Elena was sat in the Gilbert lake house looking through one of Jonathan Gilbert's old journals from around 1864
With the dying embers of the of the fire at Fell's church, the scourge of the vampires had passed. And though the war raged all around us, our town was safe from the demons of the night... or so we thought. For the monsters we drove to their fiery deaths had begat new monsters. Jonathan Gilbert had wrote.
Jonathan Gilbert was eating his supper with Honoria Fell and her husband Thomas Fell, they were discussing the recent events of the banishment of the vampires from Mystic Falls. A noise echoed the large house around them making them all jolt nervously, still on the edge from the recent passing off all the vampires.
"Did you hear that?" Honoria asked.
Thomas rose from his seat and looked out the window to see a shadow pass it, he grabbed a sharp knife from the table "Stay here." He told them both.
"No, Thomas." Honoria rose from her seat.
"It's all right, dear, the vampires are all dead." Thomas cooed.
"Yes, Honoria... they burned in the church. We're safe now." Jonathan assured the woman as Thomas walked from the room, after a while he did not return.
"Please, Jonathan. I'm worried." Honoria begged.
"Very well. I shall go too." Jonathan nodded as he joined Thomas outside.
Just outside of the house Thomas was looking all around him, Jonathan joins his friend outside to see no one around them.
"I can prove there are no vampires." The Gilbert pulls out his compass that points to vampires when they are around to reveal that there are no vampires as it did not react "See?" Suddenly the compass begins to twitch in certain directions, as Jonathan turned around he saw that Thomas was no longer standing there "Thomas? Thomas!"
A body fell to the floor just outside of the house, Honoria screamed as she saw her husbands dead body on the floor in front of her, drained off all blood.
"Thomas!" Honoria ran to his side.
"No, stay inside! Get back in the house!" Jonathan called but it was too late the vampire steps out and kills her and walks towards Jonathan.
Elena continued to read her eyes beginning to widen as she got to the end of the paragraph, she gasped lightly.
I knew I was about to die. You can not run from a vampire. I saw the vampire who killed me. I recognized him. It was Stefan Salvatore. Elena gasped as she read her ancestors words.
Stefan was standing outside of the dock still mad at Elena for not telling him the whole truth about her and Elijah's plan, his phone began to ring and he answered it, beginning to throw large rocks into the water creating a beautiful rippling effect.
"What's going on?" Stefan asked.
"Well, I showered." Damon winked at Grace who was dressing herself rolling her chocolate brown eyes "I shaved." He stroked his smooth cheek "Had breakfast. I'm very relaxed."
"That makes one of us." Stefan replied sharply.
"I did hear one good piece of news though. Tyler Lockwood ran away from home last night." Damon replied and Grace threw him a look he mouthed 'what' to her.
"How do you know?" Stefan questioned.
"Well, I heard it from Sheriff Forbes, who heard it from a very distraught Carol Lockwood, thus, ending out werewolf chapter, bringing us to..." Damon sipped his glass of blood.
"... Killing Elijah." Stefan finished and Grace heard tensing slightly.
"Exactly." Damon nodded.
"Well, it's not going to be easy." Stefan noted "He's crafty."
"Well, I've got a crafty little dagger." Damon smirked.
"He's an Original. We don't know what all that encompasses." Stefan argued.
"Oh, trust me, Stefan. I'm gonna dot all my t's. I don't want any surprises." Damon looked over at Grace who pulled her hair over one of her shoulder "Button me." He told her quietly and she shook her head as she zipped over to him buttoning his shirt whilst pressing small kisses to his neck.
"Wow, Damon, tell me you're actually gonna be careful for once?" Stefan smirked.
"Yes, Stefan, I've become you. How tragic for both of us. Got to run. I have a murder to plan. Busy day." He hung up "Are you sure you want to be part of this?"
"He lied to me, I want revenge." Grace hissed.
"I love it when you're all angry, it works on you, so sexy." He growled spanking her gently.
"Ow." She complained walking from the room throwing him a dirty look.
Jenna and Elijah were walking around Mystic Falls discussing the history of the small Virginian town. They were looking at the old property lines from a while ago.
"The old Fell property actually starts just beyond that fence." Jenna informed him.
"Ah, the Fells... one of the Founding Families." Elijah noted.
"Why do you say it like that?" Jenna smirked.
"My research showed me that this area was actually settled almost two full centuries earlier. It was a migration of townsfolk from the northeast, um, it was Salem, to be precise." Elijah informed her.
"Massachusetts? As in the witch trials?" Jenna creased her eye brows.
"Which means that ever lauded founding families... they didn't actually found anything." Elijah smiled.
"Well, I bet it was the men who made a big deal about being founders back in 1860. Men are very territorial." Jenna noted.
"Yes, they are." Elijah nodded as Alaric joined them.
"Elijah, this is my friend, Alaric Saltzman." Jenna introduced them.
"Yeah, I got your message about walking Elijah here through the old property lines." Alaric informed her "I thought I would tag along. You know being a history buff an all. Where to next?" He asked.
"I'm pretty curious about the freed slave property owners. Some say, you know, the descendent of the slaves are the true keeps of American history." Elijah informed them.
"well, I only brought the surveys. I got the list in the car. Just give me a sec." She leaves towards her car leaving Alaric and Elijah alone.
"Alaric Saltzman. So you're one of those people on Elena's and Grace's list of loved ones to protect." Elijah informed him.
"So is Jenna." Alaric growled.
"You don't have to be jealous. I don't really pursue younger women." He smirked and Alaric didn't react "It's a joke, Ric, lighten up."
"Right." Alaric nodded.
Jeremy arrives at the Mystic Grill and saw that Bonnie was sitting on her own at a table, he takes a seat next to her smiling gently thinking about the night before, where the two had kissed for the first time.
"Hey, whatcha doin'?" Jeremy asked the witch.
"Thinking about last night." Bonnie replied.
"Yeah, yeah. Me too." Jeremy smiled.
"It was a tough spell." Bonnie informed him "I could feel it draining me. I need practice."
"Yeah, well, uh, maybe, I don't know..." The teen struggled to get his words out "Maybe you should come over tonight. We can practice. Get stronger."
"Yeah, sure. Thanks." Bonnie smiled blushing gently as Luka walked towards them with a face like thunder.
"Ah, incoming." Jeremy muttered.
"You want to tell me what the hell happened yesterday?" Luka spat.
"Sorry?" Bonnie creased her eye brows.
"Don't play dumb. You both were here and..."
"And?" Jeremy pried.
"And that's all I remember. One minute I'm playing pool and the next I'm waking up in a bathroom stool." Luka informed them.
"Sorry, Luka, but everything seemed normal yesterday. I brought you a coffee and we played pool." Bonnie shrugged.
"See, I think you're lying." Luka growled making Jeremy's protectiveness flare as he stood up towering over the warlock.
"And I think you need to back off." Jeremy told him firmly, Luka looked at them both before turning around and leaving.
Stefan walked in the room as Elena continued to read the Gilbert Journal, she jolted slightly as the vampire slammed the door.
"Are you still mad?" Elena asked.
"Yeah, I'm still mad. Also I think you should know that your sister is beside herself and feeling betrayed that you and Elijah lied to her and who would blame her? You did lie to her! You lied to all of us." Stefan told her angrily.
"We have a difference of opinions, Stefan, we're not always gonna agree on everything." Elena replied calmly.
"Elena, you've agreed to sacrifice yourself to Klaus. To say that we have a difference of opinion if the understatement of the century." Stefan replied.
"You would know." Elena hissed.
"What does Jonathan Gilbert have to say?" He looked at the journal sitting in her hands.
"A lot." She replied shortly "It's insane the things he wrote in his journal, that he kept from the founding families. Stuff that nobody knows. Stuff that... you never told me." She added.
"We were, uh... We were angry at the founding families for what they did to Katherine and Fayth. We wanted revenge. I didn't know about Jonathan Gilbert's ring yet. I didn't know that he would... that he would survive."
"He describes you as a monster." Elena whispered.
"That's what I was. I want you to know the truth... but I want you to hear it from me. In the weeks after I became a vampire, I relished in it. I took it to the darkest places I could."
Stefan was sitting on the couch of the old Salvatore Boarding House drinking blood from a innocent girl, two women were dancing around them giggling and having fun, obviously all had been compelled.
"What wants to die next?" Stefan asked pulling away fro the drained girl who was now fully dead.
"Me, I'm next." One of the women announced, she ran her hands through her curled long light brown hair seductively.
"me, you promised me." Another women who was blonde we a small body begged for her death too.
Stefan glanced over at the brunette woman who was playing piano at a slow pace "What about you? You know if you don't pick up the tempo, you're going to lose your head. Snap. Snap" He zipped over to her and began to drink her blood.
Damon walks in the room, he looked smart with curled, tousled black hair surprised that his brother had all these exposed females in his presence.
"Company, brother?" Damon quizzed.
"I brought enough to share." Stefan slurred drunk off the fantastic sweet blood.
"Are you mad bringing them here when the entire town is hunting us?" Damon spat.
"Damon, if you're worried about the founding families, please don't be. They're all dead or about to be." He smirked.
Damon rushed over to a girl and began to compel her "Leave this place. Never think of it again." then to the next one "Same for you. Leave this place. Never think of it again."
"Damon, don't be like this." Stefan smirked at his older brother "I'm just having fun."
"Staying alive is more fun, Stefan." Damon countered "We have to be more careful than this. More clever. Like Katherine and Fayth were."
"Look what that got them." Stefan scoffed.
"I'm done here. With you. I'm leaving town." Damon told him.
"You hate me. I know. I know. An eternity of misery and on and on. I know, but you don't have to leave town. Damon, I'll do better. I promise." Stefan informed him.
"No, you will get us killed. I'd rather leave you to do that yourself." Damon spat as he walked from the room.
I wasn't myself then. I was full of guilt." Stefan explained to Elena "What I did to my father, to my brother. I had to turn it off. It was the only way I could survive."
"It sounds like you were like Damon." Elena whispered.
"I was worse." Stefan replied.
Alaric was sitting at a booth opposite Damon and Grace who were drinking from each others drinks adorably, she giggled and snatched her drink back before Damon could finish it.
"Other than your lecture on the history of Mystic Falls, did you get anything out of Elijah?" Damon quizzed the teacher.
"No, it was boring. Of course, Jenna thinks he's charming." Alaric scoffed.
"You sound jealous." Damon smirked "He sounds a bit jealous?" He looked over at Grace who was drinking Damon's drink.
"Kinda do." Grace nodded sipping her martini, passing Damon his empty glass back "That was tasty, what is that?"
"Something you probably drink too fast." Damon smirked kissing the back of her hand.
"Grace, you can't know about this, your my student and are basically Jenna's niece." Alaric moaned.
"Don't worry about it, I won't say a word." Grace smiled "my lips are sealed." She promised moving a hand across her lips as if to zip them shut.
"I'd prefer them open." Damon leaned over and kissed her passionately.
"This is too weird." Alaric whined as Grace and Damon pulled back staring into each.
"Ah, there's Jenna with her new boyfriend." Damon smirked as Jenna and Elijah wandered into the room "Hi." They both joined them at the table.
"Hey, guys." Jenna smiled.
"So I hear you two had a quite a meeting of historical minds today." Damon teased.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that..." Jenna mused awkwardly.
"Well, as much as I'd like to continue this, I've got papers to grade." Alaric rose from his seat.
"No, you know what?" Grace spoke up before he could leave "We should continue this. Let's have a dinner party."
"Ohh, my girl." Damon gave Grace a smile "Full of good ideas. I'll be happy to host. Say tonight maybe?"
"C'mon, Jenna, it'll be fun." Grace begged the woman.
"Fine, I'm free." Jenna nodded.
"it's be a pleasure." Elijah smiled.
"Great." Damon smiled up at the Original.
As Damon walked down into the tomb he saw Katherine and Fayth's bodies were in pretty bad ways, they were able to move and almost looked hollow.
"Great. Drink up." He poured blood into both of their mouths "good girls." they begin to drink the blood on their own "I've come bearing girls. I didn't have time to properly shop, but I did get a couple of things. Hmm?" He threw clothes at them, they looked much better now thanks to the blood "Wow, that blood did the trick. You're almost pretty again."
"What is it you want, Damon?" Fayth growled.
"Guess who's back in town? Your old friend, John Gilbert." Damon replied.
"Really. Why?" Katherine acted as if they didn't know that John was back in town.
"Says he loves his daughters, wants to protect them from Elijah and big, bad Klaus." Damon rolled his eyes.
"Touching." Fayth noted sarcastically as she grabbed a jacket from the pile of clothes.
"Yeah, right. He told me this old wives tale about how to kill an Original." Damon informed her.
"And you want to know if it's true. If it was, we wouldn't tell you." Katherine replied.
"Now, why not? I mean, you both want Elijah and Klaus dead as much as I do." Damon shrugged.
"Klaus, yes. Elijah, no. He's compelled us to stay here. If he dies, we're stuck forever." Fayth replied, the fear was clear in her eyes.
"Sucks for you." He scoffed.
"Forget it, Damon. Killing Elijah would be a suicide mission. You can't do it." Fayth hissed.
"Can do." Damon pouted.
"Can't." Katherine added.
"Even with a dagger and a little white oak ask?" Damon smirked, both the girls stopped and seemed surprised.
"No. Damon, if you kill Elijah, then we're stuck in here forever." Fayth hissed.
"You're really scared." Damon smiled.
"Just get us out of here first and then I'll help you. We'll... We'll help you kill Elijah or... or protect Elena and Grace. Whatever you want." Fayth promised.
"I get you out and your ass is sipping Klaus-free margaritas on some unknown island somewhere. No way." Damon spat.
"That's not true." Katherine spoke up "We'll stay. Damon, please just don't do it."
"Well, thank you, you've told me everything I need to know." Damon grinned triumphantly.
"we've told you nothing." Fayth hissed.
"You have. You have indeed confirmed that it is possible to kill an Original, which I will do tonight. Guess who's coming to dinner." Damon smirked.
Back at the Gilbert Lake house Stefan was still telling Elena about his first couple of months as a vampire.
"For weeks I kept spiralling. I was completely driven by the desire for blood. Hunt, prey, kill. That was all I knew." Stefan told her.
"How come no one caught on to what you were doing?" Elena asked.
"mmm. There was a war going on. The thing about wartime. Endless, anonymous blood supply." Stefan mused.
Deep in the woods of 1864 Mystic Falls, Stefan was draining a man completely dry when he saw a blonde woman taking off into the forest. He followed her, she stopped and looked around, her dazzling bright blue eyes trying to focus on his fast moving body. Finally he dropped down from the teas she caught him by his throat and pinned him underneath her showing her vampire face
"What kind of an idiot are you?" Lexi growled at him
"Alexia Branson, as she was know back then." Stefan reminisced about his dead best friend Lexi back in present day Mystic Falls.
"Lexi? Your best friend Lexi? That's how you met her? What was she even doing in Mystic Falls?" Elena asked curiously.
"She had heard it was a good place for vampires. You know, had no idea that they'd been massacred. Needed a place to crash, so I brought her home with me." Stefan nodded.
Back in 1864 Stefan lead Lexi into the old Salvatore Boarding House she glanced around the beautiful house, the stench of rotting flesh wafted out the door.
"I'd say it isn't necessary to take me in, but you did try to eat me and well, with dawn coming, beggars can't be choosers. Or should they be." Lexi glanced around at the dead bodies of the females on the floor.
"I, um... I meant to dispose of those." Stefan replied awkwardly.
"My god, you're a ripper." Lexi muttered looking at how the females were torn apart and put back together trying to look normal.
"A what?" Stefan creased his eye brows at her.
"There are good parts of being a vampire and there are bad parts. You're the bad parts. Well... we're going to have to change that." She smiled.
"Are you ok?" Elena asked seeing the sad look on Stefan's face as he told the story.
"Talking about her brings up things I'd rather forget." Stefan answered.
"Like Damon killing her?"
Jenna and Grace were preparing the table for dinner, Damon had got the dinner from the Grill so that neither of the vampires had to cook.
"So what's going on with you and Alaric?" Grace asked "I feel like there's some tension."
"I don't know." Jenna sighed "I really like him. It's more than like and I want it to work, but I can't help but feel he's hiding something from me. And then I've got John whispering things in my ear about him." Jenna informed her.
"Like what?" Grace creased her eye brows at her.
"Things I don't want to believe. Things I don't believe, not if they're coming from John mouth." She answered.
"Oh. Well, there you go, then. Trust is the key to any relationship." Grace shrugged "I guess I just got lucky with Damon..."
Damon and Alaric were in the library contemplating whether they should go through with the plan to kill Elijah.
"This is a bad idea." Alaric shook his head.
"There's no such things as a bad idea. Just poorly executed awesome ones." Damon smirked handing him a glass of scotch "here." he passed a glass to Alaric.
"No, I don't like the idea of Elijah being in the same house as Jenna." Alaric sipped his scotch.
"Jenna is perfectly safe." Damon smirked "Do you really think I'd put Grace in any danger? It's just a fact-finding mission. Totally harmless."
"Just a fact-finding mission?" Alaric cocked an eye brow at him.
"Yeah." Damon nodded.
"Listen, no sneak attacks. No surprise plans. Nothing that's gonna put Jenna in harm's way. Ok?" Alaric ordered.
"Scout's honour." Damon nodded as Grace walked in the room looking sexy in her black waist high short shorts and short white crop top "wow. Hello gorgeous." He winked at her.
"Stop." She giggled "Jenna needs help with the wine and I'm not good on wine so..." She shooed Alaric from the room.
"When did you buy that?" Damon questioned.
"Caroline and I went out a little while back... Got me some new clothes." Grace replied walking towards him.
"Are you sure you're up for this?" Damon asked reaching into a wooden box and pulling out the dagger and ash.
"On killing an Original?" Grace shook her head "Not at all..."
"It's gonna be ok." Damon assured her kissing her passionately moving her back against a book case deepening the kiss.
"Damon." She breathed pulling back "Elijah will be here soon, we can't."
"Oh we can." Damon grinned.
"We need to discuss how we're gonna do this-"
"I was thinking on the couch, but we can go standing if you want." He grinned wrapping her legs around his waist fiddling with his belt.
"Damon." Grace whined pulling away from him "I was talking about this." She dipped the dagger in the white ash.
"Elijah is stronger than us. Faster than us. It's all about the element of surprise." Damon informed her pouring her a martini whilst buckling his belt again.
"You know it's too bad, if he wasn't trying to kill my sister he wouldn't be too bad, he's old-school, classy." She took the glass sipping it.
"Which is why you should encourage the gentlemen to take their after dinner drinks in here while you do coffee in the kitchen with the girls." Damon told her.
"Hmm, that is incredibly sexist." Grace told him.
"Deal with it." He winked as the door bell rang, Jenna opened the door to reveal John she glared at him as Damon as Grace joined her.
"Who invited him?" Jenna asked.
"John! What a surprise... Leave." Damon growled.
"When Jenna told me she was coming to a dinner party for Elijah, I decided I couldn't miss out on all the fun and games." John smirked letting himself in "Plus, I need to see where my daughter is living now."
"Ugh." Grace hissed as she walked away "I'm not your daughter."
"There is not going to be any games tonight, John. Just a friendly dinner party." Alaric informed him.
"What he said." Damon added as she walked after his girlfriend.
At the Gilbert house Jeremy opens the front door to reveal Bonnie standing there with her her grimoire.
"Hey." Jeremy smiled.
"Hey." Bonnie walked in and like a gentleman he took her bag "Thanks thing weighs a ton. I'm starving you guys have any-" She walked into the living room to see it filled with candles "food?" she started to giggle gently "Oh, God. Heh! This is a date."
"No, no it's not like a date, date... more of a hey, I kissed you, and I thought you liked it, um... hang thing." Jeremy shrugged.
"Jeremy, I need to make sure Elena is cool with us before anything else happens." Bonnie informed him.
"I didn't realise my sister had approval over who I'm with." Jeremy smirked.
"She's my best friend, I tell her everything and this whole hang thing might freak her out." Bonnie informed him.
"Alright, alright, so we'll, um... we'll hang out, eat some food, work on some spells. It's not a big deal. But you did... you did like it, right?" Jeremy asked nervously.
Bonnie smiled "Yeah. I liked it."
Damon opens the door to the Salvatore Boarding House to reveal Elijah standing there looking smart in a casual suit with a nice white button down shirt, top two buttons open.
"Good evening." Elijah greeted Damon formally.
"Thank you for coming. Please, come in." Damon moved aside.
"Just one moment. Can I just say that if you have less than honourable intentions about how this evening is going to proceed, I suggest you reconsider." Elijah threatened the younger vampire.
"No, nothing dishonourable, just getting to know you." Damon shrugged.
"Hmm. Well, that's good. Because, you know, although Elena, Grace and I have this deal, if you so much as make a move to cross me, I'll kill you and I'll kill everyone in this house. Are we clear." Elijah hissed.
"Crystal." Damon nodded as Jenna came around the corner to see Elijah.
"Jenna. Wonderful to see you again. How are you? You look incredible." Elijah smiled.
"Thank you." Jenna blushed.
Later on that night everyone had taken a seat around the table, Grace was sitting next to Damon, Jenna next to Elijah and John and Alaric on the ends.
"I hate to break it to you, Damon, but according to Elijah, your family is not a founder of this town." Jenna informed him.
"Hmm, do tell." Damon sipped his wine whilst running his hand up and down Grace's thigh keeping himself amused.
"Well, as I mentioned to Jenna earlier, a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trails in the 1690s. Over the next hundred years they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution..."
"Hmm. Because they were witches." Jenna added.
"Yeah, but there's not proof that there were witches in Salem." Grace stated and Damon tickled her inner thigh making her jump slightly.
"Grace is one of my top student in history." Alaric smiled at her and she clinked her wine glass against his.
"Well, my dear, the lore says that there was this wave of anti-witch hysteria. It broke out in the neighbouring settlement, so these witches were rounded up. They were tied to stakes in a field together and, uh, burned. Some say you could hear the screams from miles around us as they were consumed by the fire." Everyone looked at Elijah as he told the story "Could you pass the..."
"I wouldn't repeat this to the Historical Society." Jenna smirked.
"It's starting to sound a little like a ghost story to me." John added.
"So why do you want to know the location of these alleged massacres." Damon pinched Grace's soft skin as he asked.
"Ow." Grace hissed making everyone look at her "I stubbed my toe."
"Well, you know... a healthy historian curiosity, of course." Elijah nodded.
"Of course." Damon sneered.
Stefan joined Elena as she was sitting on the couch reading another of Jonathan Gilbert's journal.
"Jonathan Gilbert got crazier and crazier. I guess that's what happens hen you spend you life obsessed with vampires." Elena shrugged she took another journal and start to finger through it "He researched the Originals."
"You're kidding." He took a seat next to her.
"Later in life, look." She showed him the journal "Pages and pages of questions and scribbles. What's that?" She shows him a drawing of the dagger that was currently in the possession of Damon as she started to read the words next to it "'The wood from one tree and one tree alone, an ancient white oak would bring death to an Original vampire. When the tree burned, all hope was thought lost.' He was trying to figure out how to kill an Original." Elena mused as she began to read again "But the ash from the tree was saved and witches forged a dagger to which the ash could be bonded. This alchemic bond provides the necessary poison.'"
"Elena..."
"I wonder if this is true. I mean, do you think this dagger actually exists?" Elena asked.
"I know it does... because John gave it to Damon." Stefan replied.
"John gave Damon the weapon that's supposed to kill Elijah? This one?" She asked and the vampire nodded, Elena began to read again "'It must be brandished by humans alone, for it will bring death to all demons who wield it.'"
"John's trying to get Damon killed." Stefan growled rushing towards his phone.
"Would anyone care for some cognac? I have a bottle I've been saving for ages." Damon smiled at everyone.
"None for me thanks. Nine bottles of wine is my limit." Alaric joked.
Stefan attempted to call Grace and Damon but both of their phones were off, he growled as Damon's voicemail came up again.
"Why is your phone off? Call me." Stefan hissed.
"What's going on, Stefan?" Elena asked scared.
"Grace and Damon are planning on killing Elijah. Tonight." Stefan told her.
Damon walks over to Grace who was pouring herself a glass of white wine, he pecked her neck gently "It's time." He muttered against the soft skin.
"The gentlemen should take their drinks in the study." Grace told everyone smiling at Jenna "We can have a girlie chat in the kitchen."
"I have to say the door was almost as wonderful as the company." Elijah kissed Grace's hand gently.
"hmm, very charming." Grace murmured giving Damon a look.
"Here you are, gentleman, make yourself useful. Hmm?" Jenna shoved some plates into John's hands.
"Here, here. Put me to work." Alaric offered himself.
"Um, I got it." Jenna shrugged him away.
"Hey, Jenna, are you... are you ok?" Alaric asked.
"Yeah, fine, Ric." She leaves and John looks at the history teacher.
"I suspect this is my fault." John shrugged.
Alaric grabbed his collar angrily "What did you do now?"
"I merely mentioned that you haven't been completely honest with her about your head wife."
"You son of a bitch." Alaric spat and Grace took a step between them.
"Just drop it. He isn't worth it." Grace told Alaric.
"I think I've been very clear with you, Ric. I want my ring back." John spat as he walked from the room, Grace left the room to see Jenna.
Alaric's phone began to ring, he answered it to a distort Stefan "Slow down. Slow down. Stefan?"
Damon poured him and Elijah a glass of scotch, they were stood in the library, the Original was running his fingers over the books, surprised by the vast selection.
"So, let me guess. In addition to the moonstone, the doppelgänger, the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, you need to find this witch burial ground." Damon smirked.
"Because I feel as though we've grown so close, Damon, I'll tell you yes. Do you know where it is?" Elijah asked.
"Maybe. Tell me why it's so important." Damon passed him a glass.
"We're not that close." Elijah countered looking at all the books "It's quite a collection you have here."
"Hmm." Damon nodded.
"It's a funny thing about books. Before they existed, people actually had memories." Elijah nodded as Damon pulls the dagger out but Alaric and Grace ran in the room interrupting them.
"Gentlemen, we forgot about dessert." Alaric told them out of breath.
"Elijah." Grace held her arm out "Would you care to join me?"
"Ms. Gilbert, it would be an honour." Elijah linked arms with the girl as they walked from the room.
Damon gives Alaric a deathly look as the history teacher grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil writing 'If you use the dagger, you'll die!' and Damon growled loudly.
Grace walks into the dinning room taking a seat opposite Elijah just across from her father who was smiling across at her, she rolled her eyes.
"Yes?" She asked.
"I'm not sure if you being here with Damon is the right place for you." John noted "You're too young."
"Well, John, I think Damon treats her very well." Elijah told him.
"Well, Elijah, no one asked you." John spat "I think I know what's right for Grace."
"On the contrary, John. I don't think Grace asked for your opinion either." Elijah told him firmly
"For once I have to agree with Elijah." Damon walked in the room an angry look on his face "No one asked for your opinion on the matter, John." He took a seat next to Grace rubbing her hand gently.
"So I know this is a social thing... but I would really love to ask you some more questions about the work you're doing here." Grace smiled at Elijah "Would you mind? I just love to hear about all the local history."
"I'd love to answer." Elijah smiled.
"Great. Alaric, can you grab my notebook from my bag. It's just over here." She pointed to the table.
"Elijah, did Grace tell you that John is her father." Damon asked "That's why he's trying to be protective... And sticking his nose in where it's obviously not wanted."
"I'm well aware of that." Elijah nodded.
"Of course, she hates him, so there's absolutely no need to keep him on the endangered species list." Damon smiled and Grace let out a small sigh.
"Excuse me." Grace rose from her seat to join Alaric.
"What I'd like to know, Elijah, is how to intend on killing Klaus?" John asked.
"Gentlemen, there's a few things we should probably get clear right now. I allow you to live solely to keep an eye on Grace and Elena. I allow the girls to remain in their houses, living their lives with their friends... If you become a liability, I'll take them away from you and you'll never see them again. That is a promise." Elijah smiled as Grace took a seat opposite him again holding her note book this time.
"Ok. My first question is when you got here to Mystic Falls-" She was cut off when Alaric drove the dagger through the chair straight into his heart, everyone was shocked, jolting in their seats.
"Now, get rid of him before Jenna comes back with dessert." Alaric ordered.
"Alright." Damon nodded.
At the Gilbert Lake house Elena was sitting outside on the dock thinking over what might be happening in Mystic Falls, Grace had lied to her, but in turn Elena had never told Grace the full truth of her plan with Elijah.
"Elena, we need to talk about this." Stefan told Elena as he approached her.
"What good is talking if you, Damon and Grace are just gonna lie to me? If you don't like my decision, that's fine. There's nothing I can do about that but if you ever go behind my back again, I'll..." It was an empty threat.
"You're gonna what? Hmm? What are you donna do, Elena?" Stefan asked.
"it's my life." Elena spat.
"Yeah, exactly. It's your life and I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you live it." Stefan informed her.
"Then what? This... this... this trip through the past. You being honest. Was there any truth to that or were you just distracting me?" Elena asked.
"It was telling you about the time when I thought that everything was lost. When I had given up because that's exactly what you're doing right now." Stefan told her.
"That is not what-"
"Yes, it is! Even if you don't want to admit it. You are giving up... and Lexi? She wouldn't let me give up. I'm not gonna let you."
In 1864 Lexi brought Stefan to a room where a load of dead soldiers were laying, they were even dead or dying, the vampires walk around them.
"All of these men are dead or dying." Lexi explained "What does that make you fell?"
"Nothing. I feel nothing." Stefan replied.
"Because you shut out the part of you that was human. The part that lets you feel." Lexi replied.
"Is that not the point?" Stefan countered.
"Well, there is a better way. You simply have to want it." Lexi replied.
"Is it better?" Stefan questioned.
"Not at first. You can't choose what you feel. You have to let it all back in. The pain and the look in their eyes when you took their life. The cries of their loved ones." Lexi brushed her thick blonde locks from her beautiful pale face.
"Why would you want to do that?" Stefan winced at thinking about what she would be feeling.
"Because one you can hurt, you can love. Love, Stefan. That's the point. Everything is intensified when you're a vampire. When we hurt, we really hurt. But when we love..." She smiled dreamily.
Back in present day Mystic Falls Elena listen dreamily to the story, she smiled as Stefan smiled thinking back to poor Lexi.
"Lexi showed me that there was another way. And from that day forward, I started fighting for it. For my own survival. That's all I want you to do. I just want you to fight for it." He whispered as he kissed her forehead and walked back inside the house.
Alaric, Grace and Damon were in the cellar with Elijah's recently staked body, they were all staring down at the Original.
"You said there wasn't going to be any violence." Alaric looked at Damon.
"Says the guy that did all the killing." Damon smirked.
"Hey, I took the shot because I saw an opening, not because I planned to do this with Jenna in the house. Now, you can't lie to me like that." Alaric told him and Damon shrugged him off "Hey, I am you friend, damn it. And you don't have any friends." Alaric stated and Grace giggled "So, no more lying." Damon nodded as Alaric left the room.
Elena was reading Jonathan Gilbert's journal about the Originals when Stefan walked in the room placing his phone on the side.
"Elijah's dead. Alaric did it." Stefan explained as he took a seat next to Elena.
"Originals believed in truth and honour. It was forbidden for a vampire to kill another vampire. So, the dagger would take both lives. And as long as the dagger stays in place, the Original, for all intents and purpose, is dead." Elena explained, Stefan's eyes widen as he runs to his phone calling Damon.
Grace and Damon run downstairs into the cell that they had been keeping Elijah in to see that the Original was no longer there.
"This can't be good." Grace whispered her eyes wide.
Elijah opens the door to Jonas and Luka's apartment, he had a small blood stain in his white shirt where the dagger had been as he approached the older warlock.
"What happened?" Jonas asked.
"I need you to find Elena. Now." Elijah growled.
Bonnie was practising her magic on the candles around her, Jeremy watched in amazement, she was powerful even for being such a young, basically untrained witch.
"Now, that is cool. How does it work?" Jeremy asked curiously.
"It's called channeling. Siphoning power from something... another witch... the moon, an element." She explained.
"So, technically, you could channel me." Jeremy smiled.
"What?" Bonnie creased her eye brows.
"Well, I'm an element, sort of. I mean, isn't... isn't the human body mostly water?" Jeremy quizzed and Bonnie smiled.
"You're right. Let's... see what happens." She edged closer to him placing her hands on his strong chest when suddenly the door burst open.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jeremy spat.
Jonas threw Jeremy back against the wall using his powerful witch powers, Jeremy tried to fight against it but it was useless.
"Jeremy!" Bonnie called.
"What did my son tell you? What did he tell you?" Jonas growled at Bonnie.
"He told me about your daughter. I know Klaus has her and I want you help you get her back. But I want us to work together. Please." Bonnie begged as Jonas grabbed Bonnie's face.
"This is for you own good." He chanted a spell.
"no! No. No!" Bonnie screamed as he released her, she fell to the floor crying her eyes out.
"If any harm comes to my son because of what you did, you will have me to answer to." Jonas spat as he walked from the room shutting the door.
Jeremy was released from the wall and he rushed over to the crying girl wrapping his arms around her confused to what had happened "You ok? It's ok. What happened?" Jeremy asked.
"He took my powers." Bonnie sobbed.
Elijah arrived outside of the Gilbert lake house, he grabbed some rocks from the floor, Elena and Stefan quickly rush inside as he told her that the Original was there. The door was suddenly blown of it's hinges.
"You have to go. I need to talk to him alone." Elena begged.
"Elena..." Stefan whispered.
"Stefan, I'm ok. He can't come in the house."
"You know, I might not be able to enter this house... but I'm a very patient man. I'll wait you out." Elijah called in.
"They shouldn't have done what they did." Elena whispered as she approached the door.
"The deal is off." Elijah told her firmly.
"I'm renegotiating." Elena replied.
"You have nothing left to negotiate with." Elijah spat.
She pulls out a large knife "I'd like to see you lure Klaus into Mystic Falls after the doppelgänger bleeds to death." She threatened.
"Stefan won't let you." Elijah knew her boyfriend too well.
"No, he won't. He'll feed me his blood to heal me, and then I'll kill myself and become a vampire, just like Katherine and Fayth did." Elena replied "So unless you want that to happen again, you promise me the same as before... promise me... you won't harm anyone that I love. Even if they've harmed you." Elena ordered.
"I'm sorry, Elena. I'm going to have to call your bluff." Elijah hissed.
Elena took a deep breath as she shoved the knife deep into her stomach, she choked out in pain, Elijah tried to rush into the house but the barrier prevented him from getting inside.
"No!" Elijah called "Yes. Yes, you can have your deal. Let me heal you." He promised.
"Give me your word!" Elena rasped.
"I give you my word!" Elijah replied.
Elena stumbled outside and fell into his arms, he caught her looking down into her deep chocolate brown eyes as she stabbed him with the dagger. He fell to the floor dead and Elena fell too. Stefan quickly rushes over and feeds her his blood healing he wound as Grace and Damon walk out of the house too relieved to see Elijah dead and Elena alive.
"Little tip. Dn't pull the dagger out." Damon noted kissing the side of Grace's head.
Jenna was in the kitchen of the Gilbert house pouring herself a glass of water, Alaric joins her watching her carefully.
"Where did John disappear to?" Alaric asked.
"Maybe the same place the rest of the dinner party ran off to." Jenna replied.
"Look, Jenna, I'm, uh... I'm so sorry tonight was-"
"What happened to Isobel?" Jenna demanded.
"You know, John should have never brought that up." Alaric told her.
"That's not an answer." Jenna countered.
"He's just trying to stir up trouble." Alaric replied.
"That's not an answer, either." She felt tears stinging her eyes.
"I can't talk about this, Jenna." Alaric whispered.
"I keep thinking that maybe it's me. Maybe I'm reading into things. I should trust you. That's what a relationship should be about, right? But then I think that maybe John is right and maybe you're not being honest with me. So... are you being honest?" Jenna asked already close to tears, but when he didn't answer that sent her over the edge "Right, ok... That was an answer." She walked from the kitchen.
As she left Alaric continued to stand there let out a shaky breath as John walked in the room watching him carefully.
"Well, that was awkward. You know, I can clear all this stuff up about Isobel tomorrow, if you want or not..." John shrugged.
Alaric pulled the magic Gilbert ring of placing it on the counter "You want it? Take it. It's yours." he growled "After what you did to Damon... you're gonna need it more than me. You say you want to protect Grace and Elena, but trying to destroy the people they love isn't helping anyone..."
Damon, Grace, Stefan and Elena were all stood in the cellar of the Salvatore Boarding House, the older brother searched Elijah and found the moonstone in his jacket pocket.
"Ah, what do we have here? A little moonstone bar of soap. I'll hold on to this." Damon smirked placing it in his pocket.
"So, that's it. I mean, as long as we keep the dagger in there, then he stays dead?" Grace asked.
"pretty much." Damon nodded at her.
"Goodnight." Elena walked towards the stairs before turning back around "You know, you guys want me to fight, fine, I'll fight. But if we're gonna do this, you can't keep anything from me anymore. From this moment on, we're doing it my way." She went to walk up the stairs.
"Elena." Grace called "Trust works both ways."
"What's that meant to mean?" Elena walked towards her twin.
"Not telling me about your little secret plan with Elijah, how stupid are you!" Grace exploded into anger and Damon caught her wrist holding her back.
"I was trying to save you!" Elena spat.
"And I'm trying to save you!" Grace hissed.
"Not tonight." Stefan told them firmly.
"C'mon." Damon pulled Grace away from the girl he sat her down upstairs and soothed her gently until she was calm again.
A little while later they heard the front door close and Stefan walked in the room watching them both before taking a seat.
"Excuse me, I'm going to get a drink." Grace whispered as rose from her seat and walked from the room.
"Seems like Elena had a change of attitude. How did you get through to her?" Damon asked.
"I told her a little story about when I was making the wrong decision and somebody showed me there was a better way." Stefan shrugged.
"Lexi?" Damon asked.
"Yeah. You remember her?" Stefan creased his eye brows, he thought that Damon hadn't met Lexi until much later on in his life.
The year was 1864 and Damon was packed ready to skip town when a blonde vampire intercepted him smiling her dazzling smile, watching him with her piercing blue eyes.
"Going somewhere?" She asked.
"You must be the vampire I hear my brother complaining about." Damon told her.
"That would be me. Alexi. And you must be the brother who hates him." Lexi noted.
"Damon." He introduced himself "We are at irreparable odds."
"Well, Damon, you know the hate you're feeling towards Stefan? Towards everyone? You think you have it under control but you don't. It will get the best of you." She told him, it was more of a warning.
"Help him." Damon told her "He needs it."
"I'll help him." Lexi smiled.
Damon walks over to Grace as she mauled over her blood in a glass, tears dripping down her face, the older vampire pressed small kisses to her shoulder blade.
"I don't want to loose her, Damon." Grace whispered "I'm so scared."
"everything will be fine." Damon whispered taking her blood from her hand placing it on the side before catching her in his arms "I promise."
Bashing through the house Damon removed her clothes leaving her in her panties and bra in his arms, he placed small kisses over her chest making her moan. The older Salvatore brother swiftly carried her into their room dropping her onto the bed.
Starting at her tiny feet Damon took care in kissing up her leg, capturing every piece of silky skin, getting over her panties placing small kisses all over the black material making her squirm and squeal in pleasure. He tug at them with his teeth before moving up again kissing over her toned, flat stomach making her giggle.
"I'm ticklish. Stop." She sung and Damon smirked nipping at the pale skin.
He moved up over her breast, kissing the soft skin before looking up into her deep chocolate brown orbs pressing a small kiss to her pink, pouted lips.
"It's you and me." Damon whispered ducking his head down to place loving kisses on her slender neck, she knotted her hands in his thick raven black hair letting out a breathy moan.
"Room for one more?" A snide voice came from the corner of the room.
Grace sat up immediately pulling her knees into her chest as she heard the voice, Damon let out a growl as he flew across the room to capture her throat holding her back against the wall.
"What are you doing here?" Grace ran her hands through her chocolate brown hair.
"I knew that if I begged your boyfriend Damon not to kill Elijah, that's exactly what he would do." Fayth smirked as she stood there smiling evilly at Damon "Little known fact... Originals can compel vampires. But as soon as they die the compulsion wears off."
"And you knew." Damon spat.
"And I'm still here." She stated "Katherine and I didn't run. I meant what I said, Damon. I'm going to help you." Fayth promised "So, I'll let you two get back to your little intimate, kissing, touchy, feely moment, it was very sexy looking..." Fayth purred as she left the room giggling to herself.
A/N
So Katherine and Fayth didn't run, but Fayth had to ruin a perfectly good Drace intimate moment, damn her... ;)
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