Twisted Love
Season Five
Original Sin
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the vampire diaries characters or story lines, I only own Grace and Fayth.
Home. She was actually home, back in Mystic Falls where she knew she completely belonged. It felt so good seeing everyone again. Matt, Jeremy and of course her lovely boyfriend Mr. Damon Salvatore. Everything felt right, everything smelt right, everything was just right, but something was missing and it was something with amazing hero hair.
As soon as they returned to the mansion Elena excused herself to her bedroom she shared with the younger Salvatore. Grace knew it mustn't be easy for her, most of their relationship Stefan was in some kind of dire danger, just out of her reach and now he was missing again when she had thought he had ran away from her for an entire summer. She was hurting.
The tiny brunette and her boyfriend went straight to the master bedroom of the mansion, all she wanted to do was avoid seeing her evil doppelgänger for a couple more hours before she had to face her. On top of that she was tired from all the travelling and the meetings with Sheriff Forbes about where Stefan could have ran off to in his ripper rage, she knew what that felt like.
Collapsing onto the bed the moment they entered the room Damon buried his face into his fluffy pillow trying to block everything out for a couple moments, hoping he could have some seconds of peace to gather his thoughts, but he could feel her eyes burning into him. Her heavy bag dropped to the floor across the room and then the sound of her fashion boots hitting the floor next.
The soft patter of her feet crossing the room alerted him even more to her presence, not that he couldn't already feel the vibration of her body radiating towards him in heated waves that were somewhat comforting. The bed shifted under her weight as she joined him on the massive bed and then the soft brush of her hand down his back woke up all of his senses. Like she was stroking every part of him at once.
Turning his head on the pillow he looked up at her through his icy-blue eyes, a tiny part of him wanted to tell her to give him some space, some room to breath so he could process everything, but that would just hurt her feelings and he in no way wanted to do that, so quickly he got rid of that thought unless she actually read his mind and find out the truth.
Awkwardly angling his arm he stroked her cheek soothingly watching as a welcoming smile tug over her perfect pouted lips. The way he was touching her was making all the nerves in her face reacted to him, biting her bottom lip her eyes searched his own. It was almost as if he was trying to figure out whether she was real or not, but she was very real and the situation they were in was very serious. "I wish I could have come home under different circumstances." She muttered softly as her eye brows creases in what looked like pain. "Because I've missed you something awful, Damon Salvatore."
With that he turned over onto his back looking up at her as he replied. "I've missed you too, Gracie." This promoted yet another smile over her lips as he closed his eyes trying to shut out the pain of not knowing where his brother was for a few moments. "You can go lounge in the bath is you want. It's been a long day." He muttered not opening his eyes again, he didn't want to see the frown on her face as she rubbed his sculptured chest adoringly.
"Only if you join me." She teased, but he didn't answer which only made a lump grow in her throat. "Damon." Her voice was thicker this time, she was watching his face he could feel her eyes burning on his skin. "You don't have to hide from me, you know that." She tried to assure him, but still he didn't reply. "We've done this before, okay? You hide your feelings from me when you really don't have to. I have to be there for you, Damon. I want to support you."
Still nothing was said, the silence in the room was becoming deafening to her ears, almost piercing through her very soul. Clearing her throat she reminded him. "Do you remember when Elena got turned into a vampire?" He nodded his head, of course he did. "I felt so guilty because it was my blood in her system when she had... had been in that car." The brunette gulped, it still hurt to talk about even though everything was done and Elena was a fully functional vampire now. "It was you that convinced me it wasn't my fault, when I felt like it was..." He felt her soft hair brushing against his smooth shaven cheek. "Well, now it's my turn to do that for you."
His eyes opened suddenly as he replied sharply. "Well, you're wrong." He pushed up off the bed making her sigh heavy kneeling there watching him pace the room. "I don't feel guilty, I just hate Silas and I want my brother back where he belongs." He glided across the room picking up a half empty decanter of expensive bourbon from solid silver platter that resided on the chester draws and poured himself a healthy amount. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you're wrong."
Biting her tongue she pushed back her anger, the last thing that he needed right now was her breathing down his throat about how guilty she knew that he felt. Standing up from where she was knelt on the comfortable mattress and sauntered over to where he was standing, reaching out she turned him to face her and informed him sincerely. "I love you, Damon."
The older vampire looked at her for a moment, scanning her face and then replying. "Yeah, me too." Then his eyes dropped to his glass of bourbon, frowning she turned around and stormed into the bathroom that was adjoining their bedroom. Turning on the taps to the lovely claw foot bath she slammed the door shut before she let the sound of the water stifle her fat, warm tears.
She understood of course that he was worrying about his brother and he felt a deep sense of guilt, even if he wouldn't admit it. But she knew from first hand experience what that kind of guilt would do to a person. Ridding herself of her clothes she climbed into the scolding bath and hugged her knees tight to her chest feeling a deep sense of helplessness in her chest, not knowing what to do, or how to help him. The only thing she could do now was be there for him.
After a long bathe in soapy, bubbly water she climbed out and pulled the waiting fluffy towel around her taut little body. Opening the door to the bedroom her senses were bombarded with the most beautiful smells, sweet vanillas and sharp cinnamons, mixed with strong bourbons and harsh sandalwood.
The room was dimly lit only the glow of candles filling the room, and then she saw him. Kneeling on the bed his dark button down shirt open and belt unbuckled waiting for her to join him. A soft smile pulled across her lips as she crossed the room asking gently. "What's all this?" She was standing at the edge of the bed looking at him through loving chocolate brown orbs.
Reaching out he caught her waist and flung her under him looking deeply into her eyes for a few moments, no more words needed to be said. Quickly the older Salvatore locked lips with her in a passionate way that made her come alive, he was back, her Damon was back here with her and he wasn't shutting her out anymore. "I'm sorry." He breathed against her pouted pink lips making her nod.
"I know." She replied cupping his cheeks gazing up at him for a few moments, tracing his face with her smouldering orbs. "I know you are." He smirked timidly before lunging down and kissing her fiercely again. "I'm gonna help you through this, Damon." She told him through the kisses as he removed the wet towel from her body, flinging it carelessly across the room letting it land with a mushy thud on the hardwood floor.
Pulling back from the tangling of their tongues, he went to attack her jaw line this time. Brushing his lips across the bone and then down her throat, pecking and nipping the thin skin feeling her blood rushing against his lips in a brisk way as her hands clung to any part of his body that she could find, almost as if not to fall, but there was no risk of that what-so-ever.
The tiny brunette couldn't believe it when she felt hot tears in her eyes threatening to fall down her cheeks mercilessly. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes not daring to look at him, but his lips running over her face made a tear slip through. He watched it slide down the side of her face and said. "Grace, open your eyes." Slowly she opened her glassy orbs with much hesitation. "What's wrong?"
"I've just missed you." She replied easily watching as a smile crept over his lips and then he kissed her again with so much love and compassion she was finding it hard to hold back her tears, grasping his shoulders she found comfort in holding onto him and riding out these crashing waves of emotions.
Grace's Dream
The road was long and winding, a misty was gathering over the floor making it hard to see his own feet on the ground but still he pushed on. The sky was beginning to turn an ominous pale red where the sun was about to rise along the skyline. She could almost feel the exhaustion building in him, obviously it had been hours.
It was like she was there with him, walking along beside him, sharing his every emotion. Most of it was overridden by the deep sense of hunger growing in his throat, stomach and mind. Both spotted something in the distance. It was a dive-bar, small and rundown, the lettering on the front of the building was worn and flickering to show what kind of maintenances was held on the place, clearly not a lot.
As he pushed through the door she followed, floating through also standing behind him as he approached a pixie like platinum blond standing behind the bar, she was breathtakingly beautiful and as she looked up at him Grace noticed a rare set of navy blue eyes, rather large in proportion to her face, but never the less very pretty. "Hey, man." She said casually catching his attention. "Last call was four hours ago. If you want some coffee, I could put some on, or-"
The beautiful girl didn't even get a chance to finish off her polite suggestion before he zipped across the room, Grace watched in horror, it was perhaps one of the most frightening things she had witnessed and she had seen a lot of things that struck her to her very core. He grabbed the girl with brutal force and yanked her towards his toned body before sinking his teeth into her neck gulping down her highly addictive blood.
"Stefan!" She tried calling out to him, but no words left her pouted lips. Something clicked in him as he looked up and pushed the human away from him in a sudden change of heart and he told her quickly. "Run." Grace wasn't sure if he was telling her to run for her own safety or so he could experience the thrill of the chase, but there was part of her that was glad that he did it. The blonde watched him dumbfounded making the vampire repeat himself. "Run!" His tone was harsh and low and it made her take off without another thought.
The small brunette watched as Stefan mentally counted something, licking his lips of the blood he was quick to follow her outside without a moments thought. She turned also following him outside before watching as he fell to his knees, the sun. The sun was coming up and Stefan was without his ring, he screamed in pain as the sun ate away at his skin angrily. Grace could feel the same pain as him but was thankful when a white light blocked her vision and the dream was over.
Gasping she shot upright in the bed her and her loving boyfriend were laying in, both as naked as the day they were born. Pressing her hand to her heart she was sure if it still actually beat it would be rushing with adrenalin by now. Glancing down at Damon she saw he was still fast asleep, obviously exhausted from their night before, she actually smiled in remembrance of that.
Her mind flickered back to her dream, strange and unnerving she shook her head again and then climbed from the immensely comfortably bed, compared to her dorm room bed it was like sleeping on a cloud. She knew why she missed the boarding house so damn much. Reaching over and grabbing her phone she noticed she had received an email in the middle of the night.
Licking her lips she clicked it open and scanned her eyes over it, indeed it was from Niklaus and it made her stomach twist and knot in nervousness and discomfort. She wasn't sure what she was doing anything, or if what she was doing was considered shameful for their relationship. She had slept with that hybrid and it was clear they had some kind of feelings for one another and here she was secretly emailing him.
Dearest one,
It is very good to hear from you, love. Even if I don't get to hear your lovely voice it is still nice to know that I am part of your life and I am more than willing to be your own personal diary. You are more than welcome to speak to me via email or if you want to speak to me, that is fine too. I will make time in my busy schedule for you, my love.
I think it is safe to say that I am missing Mystic Falls, as absolutely ludicrous as that sounds. To be honest, I think it is safer to say that I am missing you more so, but I suppose this is how it is now and we'll have to live with that. You did make a decision after all and I will respect that, no matter what my heart is telling me to do.
I'm sure you're having a grand time at college, and with it being so close to your home it'll be fine for you to go to visit whenever you want. And with your little witch friend being your roommate I'm sure that'll be great for you, love. I'm sure you will both decorate it to your liking.
As much as Elijah says this is a bad idea us staying in contact, I never want to stop hearing from you, love. No matter what happens. I hope one day in the future you can maybe come and visit me in my Kingdom as you like to so humorously call it.
Always yours, Niklaus
She could feel her stomach twisting uncomfortable as she finished reading, locking her phone and placing it beside her for a moment, she remembered that email she had sent him prior to that one. She was still in her holiday faze where she was so happy and excited about spending time with Damon, she wanted to gush her stories to anyone and Niklaus seemed to be the perfect candidate, how she was feeling terribly guilty.
Running her small hands over her face, she breathed out heavily trying to wash away the guilt from her mind but as she glanced over her shoulder at her very peaceful boyfriend she contemplated waking him up and actually telling him, she wondered how he would take it, if he would just brush it off and be okay, but she knew if the situation was reversed she would be angry, betrayed even.
Something had to happen, perhaps she would cut off all ties with Niklaus, but that felt like she was losing a part of herself and she didn't like that. No matter how much Damon liked to deny it he was part of her life, he saved her from imminent doom, he was also the one who caused it on most occasions, but still they had history and that couldn't be forgotten, he couldn't ask that of her.
Fayth awoke finally in a spare bedroom of the boarding house, throwing the covers off of her self she sat there for a moment thinking back to her dream, very strange, Stefan wasn't usually the Salvatore that she dreamt about and here she was dreaming about him and if she really thought about it she didn't mind dreaming about him at all, especially when he was very savage and ripper-like.
Sitting up in her bed she smile as she clicked all of her bones groaning in pain as she pulled herself from her bed, everything ached and she hated it so much. She didn't remember much about her human life, it was half a century ago after all, but something she didn't recall was the aching pains every time she rose from being sat somewhere for too long.
Grabbing her landline phone that was resting on the side she dialled a number that she barely remembered anymore. Waiting for the person to pick up it only went to voicemail, sighing Fayth went through the dilemma of trying to decide whether to leave a message or not, when she finally heard the beep she decided that she had to.
"Hey, Kat." She began in a small voice before clearing her throat and making her sound a lot more tough than she was feeling. "I know you probably don't want to talk to me at the moment and I know I've been really selfish, but could you just call me back, or something. I'll speak to you soon, hopefully. Bye." She said hanging up and throwing the phone on the bed running her hands through her knotted hair, she was missing her sister something awful.
Wandering over to the mirror she looked at herself and sighed, dark rings under her eyes, hair a lifeless, spiral mess and her skin was hagged and deathly pale. She couldn't be seen by her doppelgänger looking like she did currently. Grabbing her bag of make-up supplies she spilled them out onto the table and began frowning, shower first.
Fayth knew that she had to look her very best, she couldn't let that little bitch know the kind of pain that her and her evil twin sister had caused her with her now begin human. She had to let them know she was coping beautifully and that she was still as stunning as she had been when she was human, just like she had been when she was a vampire.
As soon as Grace was dressed and ready for the day ahead, smelling good and minty fresh the little brunette found herself wandering down the stairs towards the parlour room to get herself and Damon some blood to get them both going so they could start their search for the younger Salvatore, he had to be out there somewhere, her dream was still playing heavily on her mind.
Sauntering into the living room, her bare feet tapping lightly against the wooden flooring she noticed a small figure bundled up in a couple of blankets on the couch, wide awake and scribbling away in her new journal she had began, Elena always found a lot of solace in writing and it had been a thing that her and Stefan shared so she didn't want to lose that part of her life anymore that she already had.
Her gentle voice fluttered out from across the room saying. "Hey." Elena glanced up actually happy to see her small sister standing there with a welcoming smile on her face. "You're up early." She noted looking at the clock that was sitting on the mantle of the fireplace, it wasn't even nine yet and she had assumed she would have to get both Elena and Damon up from their sleeps, but her sister was apparently restless.
"So are you." The taller girl retorted as she shut her diary resting it beside her on the couch as she watched her sister chuckle gently and then cross the room. "I just... I had this weird dream, I couldn't sleep anymore." This caught Grace by surprise as she looked down at her suspiciously, that wasn't possible. "I think it's because I'm back in his room, filled with his stuff and smells and memories." Her voice cracked, she couldn't even bring herself to say his name, it hurt too much.
A breathless laugh fell from her lips as she informed her smaller sister. "I was so angry at him, you know? For leaving me before the summer break. All those times I got that shady feelings, I pushed them aside. Stupid." She growled to herself. "Told myself to be strong, that he would turn up and have that same smile on his face, the same one from the first time we met." She smiled softly. "And that everything would be okay. Sure, I'd be mad at him for forgetting calling me, or anything for three months, but he would be home and he would be with me." Elena put her head down trying to block out the pain and the tears. "And he would be safe."
Within moments Grace manoeuvred herself around the room and took a seat in front of her sister on the low dark wood coffee table. Reaching out she took her hands carefully, squeezing them and then replying to her. "He does want to be with you, Elena. Of course he does." She assured her in a thick voice. "And we are going to find him, 'Lena. I'm sure of it, I can feel it in my bones." That was the only promise she had to offer, gut instinct. "So, uh, what... what was your dream about?" She questioned coyly.
"I could see Stefan, but I couldn't help him." Elena answered and it made a pang of fear spring in her gut as she informed her. "He was at this bar, shady and rundown and he looked... he looked so weak and vulnerable." She hiccuped out as her sister asked what the bar looked like, in vivid detail. "Uh, it... it has a red awning and this broken neon sign, and he was screaming in pain." She glanced up to see the almost scared look in Grace's chocolate brown orbs. "What? What's wrong?"
It was then that a snide voice came from behind them, it made Grace's blood run cold as she heard her finally speak. "I think your wonder twin is trying to figure out how we all had the same dream." Fayth stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, Grace got a good look at her evil doppelgänger, she looked worse for wear than she had actually expected. "Route 29. Joe's bar." She stated. "If you'd stayed dreaming a while longer maybe you'd have seen that." She smirked as both the twins in front of her growled in anger.
Not long later Grace decided it was time to wake up her boyfriend and explain to him that the three of them had all had this same dream, he was obviously skeptical, but he couldn't look past the point that they were all doppelgänger's, like Stefan and Silas and they were all sharing this same dream about his brother, he couldn't be that naïve.
Gazing down at his brother's daylight ring he had a deeply pensive look on his face, his lovely chocolate brown haired girlfriend was just across the table scanning her eyes over maps and circling certain places with a thick red sharpie, she would occasionally look up to check on her sister who was concentrating on her journal and Damon who was deep in though whilst looking down at Stefan's ring.
"I don't really want your hopes up." She muttered as she placed her pen down on the table beside the map. "I've found nine bars along Route 29, and none of them are called Joe's." She informed them both. "I mean, I get it, I had the same dream, but we are we sure Fayth didn't just see it wrong? How do we know we can even trust her?" She asked as Elena frowned looking back down at her page.
Her sister suddenly said in a thick voice. "I had a feeling that there was something wrong all summer and I ignored it. But I was right, Stefan was in a safe and probably killed whoever found him..." She paused for a moment taking in a breath and calming herself. "I know it sounds crazy, hate we're following some psychic dream, but you more than anyone should believe this. You're telepathic, this is kinda your area of expertise, right?" She quizzed gently creasing her eye brows.
Rubbing her forehead gently, massaging her temples Grace answered softly. "I know, Elena, I saw that dream too. I felt everything. I just don't want you to get your hopes up just to have them crushed. I think you should prepare yourself for whatever we find, if we find anything at all." She muttered as her sister glanced back down at her notebook sighing.
"Shotgun." A snide voice called from behind them, the small brunette glanced over her shoulder with a snarl on her lips, even now after everything she hated her doppelgänger with ever fibre of her being. "What? I get carsick in the back seat. Another charming side effect you stick me with." She crossed her arms over her chest a hard look in her eyes.
Elena sighed heavily before her sister could even get a chance to respond and asked in almost a groan. "Please tell me that she's not coming." She implored Damon as he just gave her a tired look. "I thought we finally got rid of her when we shoved that cure down her throat." She growled out looking over at Fayth who only grinned back.
The smaller vampire glanced up at her boyfriend, Damon wasn't sure that he was going to be able to deal with the three of them all at each other throats all day, but he understood where the younger girls were coming from, he knew the hate that they had for this evil woman. "Trust me, I have no interest in Fayth's wellbeing, but for some reason Silas wants her bad, and if Silas wants her, I want her." He smiled in a sick kind of way which made Fayth's stomach churn in discomfort and nervousness.
From beside him Grace's lip curled up into a snarl as she added. "You wanna know what I think?" Her doppelgänger only shook her head easily scrunching her nose in a careless kind of way. "I think we should relive some history." She took a couple of threatening steps towards her, the heels on her boots clicking against the hardwood floor as she inched closer to Fayth. "How about we chain you up, deep in the forest where no one can find you and you can't escape because you're too weak and pathetic." She smirked menacingly. "At least we won't have to put up with her whiny voice all day."
Fayth smirked. "You realise it's the same voice, right?" Grace only glared back at her as she laughed shortly. "But, boy, do you know how to hold a grudge, and here I was thinking everyone liked you because you were so light and innocent." She eyed her up and down as a silence washed over the room. "It is just like you though, copy me in every single way you possibly can. First my ex-beau." Her eyes shot over to Damon who stood there, arms crossed over his chest waiting for the fight to be over. "Then the psycho hybrid that chased me for 500 years."
Just then the younger girl snorted. "Oh, I think there was a big difference between those two things, Fayth." She informed her as the girl rose her eye brows waiting for her to explain the differences. "Damon loves me, he was just a compelled play thing to you, even you admitted that to him." She reminded her as Fayth bit her tongue for a moment. "And Klaus..." She paused laughing again, more sincerely this time. "Klaus just saw you as a means to an end. Nothing more. He never loved you. Not like he did with me." She couldn't believe the words that had come from her own mouth, Damon looked down at her shocked.
The human crossed her arms over her chest feeling her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink as the anger coarse through her veins. She knew for a fact that if she wasn't a vulnerable little human and still a powerful vampire queen then she would kill the little bitch faster than she could apologise, or call Klaus for help, but unfortunately she didn't have those privileges anymore so she had to be a lot more sneaky about her insults.
Fayth suddenly said. "So you're proud of it?" This made the vampire's thin eye brows knit together in a confused kind of way. "You're proud of the way that Klaus was obsessed with you? How you made the 1,000 year old hybrid fall in love with you, the only person he ever truly loved outside of his family." Grace looked down, she wasn't proud of that at all, she was ashamed if anything. "Only to then rip his heart out and send him on his way to New Orleans without so much as a goodbye roll in the sack." Fayth knew she had her there.
The older Salvatore could feel a deep feeling of anger burning in his chest as he replied sharply. "Okay. That's enough!" He boomed making both of the girls look over at him suddenly, they hadn't expected that. "Now that Klaus is gone from Mystic Falls we're not gonna talk about him again. Okay." He looked directly at his girlfriend this time who was holding back a deep look of shame. "And you..." His glare moved to Fayth this time. "Shut up." The words were cold and hard and actually made her cheeks flare with embarrassment for being shouted at in a crowd of people. "I've already had enough of your voice and attitude, I'm seriously leaning towards Grace's idea of tying you up in the forest and leaving you there, for good!"
The doppelgänger frowned heavily, almost a childish pout as she replied. "If you think for a second that I'd rather be stuck in this stupid old house than on some glorious beach somewhere long away from these Silas-shaped problems then you're clearly mistaken." She told them all glaring at each of them deadly. "I never cared about Stefan, I didn't even give a damn about Damon, why would I care about his little brother?"
The older Salvatore glared down at her as he answered. "Well, your feelings for Stefan don't matter one way or the other." A venomous smirk pulled up over his perfect lips. "You're coming with us because I say you are, and there isn't anything you can do about it." The smile dropped as he looked at the three of them. "Now all of you get ready to leave, you have ten minutes and stop fighting, or I swear one of you will end up with a snapped neck and honestly I don't care which one of you it is!" He turned and walked from the room.
When the younger Salvatore finally awoke his vision was blurred and his body was weak, everything ached and groaned as he sat up. The most wonderful smell filled his senses and he could hear a faint heartbeat echoing his eardrums, it made his mouth water with burning hunger that was raising fast, he could feel his ripper self trying to take over, but he couldn't do that, he had to keep it together, for her.
Sitting up suddenly in the bed he noticed he was in a place that he didn't recognise, it was like a wood cabin, but with two floors, they were surrounded by thick woods though he could see that from the trees outlining the house as he glanced out of the window, the sun was high in the sky but blocked out by the hanging curtains which really were an eyesore.
As he turned back he saw the most beautiful woman perched on a wooden chair looking over him with deep interest in her large chocolate brown eyes. He backed away from her, scared that he was going to hurt her which he would be able to do very easily. He imagined sinking his fangs into her incredibly smooth caramel coloured skin and sucking her dry until she was begging him for death.
The woman sitting in front of him actually reminded him a lot of Bonnie, rich dark brown hair layered into loose waves and framing her face, he could imagine watching as her blood began to dry and get matted in her hair and tried to desperately push those thoughts from his mind, but he could see them so vividly. He was clutching the sheets to the bed so hard that they were ripping under his grip.
As if this lovely looking woman had read his mind she reached onto the table beside her and grabbed a bag of delicious looking blood, throwing it over to him he caught it and without hesitation sunk his deadly sharp fangs into the flimsy plastic feeling as the cool blood spilled into his mouth. Salvation. It was the only word that came to mind as his hunger began to be sated by the fresh blood she had delivered to him.
The woman smiled with ease, like she had seen the scene in front of her a million times over and wasn't even fazed by it any more. Finally she said in a whisky rough voice. "You're a very interesting specimen." He gave her a questionable look. "You try too hard to mask what you are, struggling with your inner self when most would just give in to the temptation." She mused thoughtfully.
He wanted to ask who she was, but he was too deeply indulged into his wonderful bag of blood. Still as if she read his mind she informed him simply. "I was the one who saved your life this morning. From where the sun almost devoured that lovely skin of yours." She moved her eyes over his body momentarily. "I am also the one who arranged to have you dragged out of that damn quarry after you were buried alive by that pesky doppelgänger of yours." This did surprise Stefan a lot, this woman knew all about him and Silas. "Tell me, Mr. Salvatore, how much do you know about Silas?"
Stefan winced as he replied. "I know enough." He growled back. "I know that I need to find him and I need to end his miserable life before he starts to steal mine from me." He informed her sourly.
She smiled again as he threw the empty bag of blood down on the bed and told him. "You're very strong willed. Most people would have given up, but not you." Her lips turned up at the corners. "But at the moment, you're trapped with me." He creased his eye brows. "I don't see the lapis lazuli stone anywhere on your body, so with that sun up there high in the sky you're not going anywhere." She paused for a moment. "So I think you'd better just stay seated and listen to my story."
"Story?" He put the pieces together. "The story of Silas. How do you know him?"
The lovely smile she had on her face flattered into a frown as she replied. "Silas... He wasn't always the immoral beast that you know. The vengeful murderous monster that locked you away in a safe. He was just a man, who was in love with a girl... his one true love, her one true love." She thought back to a time where she knew the handsome knight and smiled. "I'm sure you know how it goes, the two thought their love would last forever, that they would be free to love one another until the end of time."
Creasing his thick eye brows Stefan was confused, looking up to meet her almost dream-like and asked. "How... how do you know this?" She gazed down at him. "You knew Silas when he was still human? Were you... were you Silas' one true love?" She nodded her head as she replied that she would have done anything for him. "No... That's not possible." He looked her up and down. "Silas is over 2,000 years old, how... how are you here right now?"
A subtle smile brushed over her lips. "Oh, Stefan, you more than anyone should know when it comes to love impossible isn't a word that exists." He just looked her up and down unsure of what to say. "Silas and I belonged to a very old and very powerful group of people named Travellers. We were engaged to be married, but it wasn't enough for Silas. He wanted more. He never wanted to be away from me, even by death."
That was it. Stefan had enough of all of her stories. Standing up he told her. "I don't mean to be rude, but I have better things to do than listen to stories that I already know the ends to. This starts with you and Silas being in love and finishes with Qetsiyah – or however you pronounce her name – trapping him in stone."
The lovely woman laughed again as she looked him up and down. "It's amazing how small minded and stupid men can truly be." She smirked. "I see that you heard his version of the story, but Silas convinced and tricked Qetsiyah into loving her so that she would make him an immortality spell, but she was smart and she found out he was only using her for this spell. So she went to that tomb and locked him away with a cure hoping that he would take it and die, also knowing that when he would eventually do that his soul would be trapped in the supernatural limbo she made and so he would never be able to find peace."
Stefan smirked and said. "Well, I have to say this Qetsiyah sounds like a perfectly adjusted, sane woman."
She ignored his snide comments and continued. "Which brings us to today. Silas wants to destroy the supernatural limbo that witch made. So that he will be able to die and pass on without getting trapped on the Other Side. He needs to be able to take the cure she made so he can be human again and then kill himself so he can move on finally."
"You're Silas' one true love, right? He only wants to pass on so that he can be with you. Why don't you do us all a favour and go out there and find him so he can stop torturing all of us and get in with your lives." He crossed his arms over his chest as she shook her head softly pacing in front of him slowly.
"Men." She rolled her rich brown orbs as she trailed the tip of her fingernail along the wall, scrapping against it loudly leaving a trail of blue fire in it's wake before it suddenly ignited the fireplace in a roaring flame. "Silas was my one true love, but that doesn't mean that I was his." Stefan's eyes widened as he added. "That bitch-witch that ruined Silas' life, stole him away from having a normal life was me, well I had some help, too of course. I'm Qetsiyah. But I think you'll come to find that I had very good reason for doing so."
The younger Salvatore looked her up and down, he was actually beginning to feel threatened by this woman who clearly was holding a lot of power, anyone who was able to make a whole other dimension to lock people away in was clearly in possession of a lot of power. "Then why are you still here? I thought you were dead."
"Oh, I was." She smiled nodded her head. "I was dead and buried for over 2,000 years. What a boring time that was." She shook her head. "But, I came back... for you." Her naturally light eyes darkened on those words making him tense in nervousness.
The trip down Route 29 was long and mind-numbingly dull, the small brunette was sitting beside her boyfriend in the front seat of the car whilst Elena and Fayth were in the backseats scooting as far away from each other as they could get. There had been no talking the entire way there and tension was thick in the air.
Glancing over her shoulder the vampire in the passenger seat watched her sister as she gazed out of the window taking in ever single piece of land they were driving past, she couldn't help but feel a swell of pain in her stomach when she thought of what her sister must be going through. "How much further do you think it's gonna be?" Damon asked suddenly making her look around at him. "We've passed about five bars now and most of them have had the description of a neon sigh and a red awning."
"No. It didn't feel right." Grace replied softly as he glanced down at her. "I can just feel this thing in my chest, it's vibrating, pulling me towards something. I think it's the bar, but I'm not sure." She sighed shaking her head. "It's hard to explain. Listen, we were the ones that saw it in the dream/vision whatever you wanna call it. We'll know when we see it."
The older Salvatore nodded. "Okay. Okay. Just let me know." He glanced down at her away from the road for a moment before she gave him an assuring smile, reaching over he squeezed her knee lovingly and she giggled before feeling her phone begin to vibrate in her pocket, reaching she pulled her phone out. "Unless that is magically Stefan calling you tell whoever it is to go away, we're focusing on this right now." He told her firmly.
"It's Caroline." She replied and he gave her a look. "I'll be quick." She hit answer on her phone and held it to her ear. "Hey, Care. What's up?" She asked casually looking out of the window watching as the trees passed at breakneck speed.
"Uh, hey. I was wondering if I could use your laptop, I couldn't help but notice that you left it on your desk..." Grace was about to ask why she was even in her dorm room. "I know I broke in, I'm sorry. But I had to. It's an emergency." The blonde announced melodramatically, sighing the brunette asked what the emergency was. "I was halfway through doing some research and my laptop blew. I've taken it to get fixed, can I please use yours."
Sighing Grace answered. "Sure. Knock yourself out." The blonde thanked her quickly. "We'll call you if we get any news, Care. Catch you later." She told her fondly and her friend said goodbye also and the conversation was over, Damon glanced over at her raising his eye brows. "I'm done. Completely focused on this now. I promise." She held her hand up. "Girl scouts honour."
"You weren't in girls scouts." He pointed out as she gave him a look.
Over at the college the blonde opened the door to Grace's dorm room, it was so cold and lonely in there now that all of Megan's personal items had been removed and the bed was made up with generic bedsheets probably supplied by the college. But the little brunette's half of the room was very homy and lived in.
Posters on the wall, pictures of loved ones and family, old books with worn dog ear pages and slightly discoloured, she assumed that Grace had pinched them from the Salvatore library since they were some first editions of some of her favourite books. On her desk there were movies and her laptop sitting there peacefully and plugged in.
Opening the lid she noticed that Grace had left her laptop on since the last time she had used it, typing in her password which she knew by heart – knowing Grace it had to be one of the three and Caroline knew all of them – and waiting for it to log in. As the screen loaded she saw that the brunette had left her emails open, she didn't want to pry but when she saw something that made her stomach clench she wasn't sure if she was mad or disgusted.
Niklaus Mikaelson. It couldn't be, the date said it was from a few days ago, but Grace had stopped speaking to him weeks ago when she broke it off with him and choose Damon letting him leave to New Orleans to do whatever he had to do down there. Clearly her friend wasn't thinking clearly if she still had the need to talk to him.
Clicking it open she scanned her eyes over the message and the one that Grace had sent him before, all of them like diary entries, but they were to someone and that wouldn't be that bad if it hadn't been the psychotic murderous hybrid that had tortured them for years. She had to set this straight, something had to be done about this before it got out of hand.
Taking out a full, heavy bag of trash Matt wandered around the back alley of the Mystic Grill towards the dumpster that sat there waiting. He saw a shadow flash across the floor, looking up he followed until he saw a familiar face, one he never wanted to see again, the human didn't believe this bitch had the nerve to show up again.
He could feel the anger flooding his chest as he growled out. "You again." She gave him an innocent smile. "Listen, I remember what you and your creep of a boyfriend did to me the other night. I already know you name, Nadia, so why don't you tell me what the hell you want." He pressed.
Her eyes flicked up and down his toned body before replying. "I want to help you." He creased his eye brows. "You're in danger with a man named Silas."
The human's stomach clenched in fear, he remembered when Silas had killed him the other night after him not being able to read his thoughts for some unknown reason. "Silas?" He creased his eye brows. "And what do you know about Silas?"
Nadia smiled softly. "I know he tried to kill you the other night and if it wasn't for the handy little ring on your finger you'd be six feet under right now." He narrowed his lovely blue eyes at her. "You're going to have to take a leap of faith and trust me." She whispered stepping closer to him and placing her cool hands either side of his face. "Vyjdou."
Suddenly his eyes went a deep black before fading back into the sweet blue they always are, he didn't take her in at once before he suddenly noticed who it was. "Nadia?" His accent had changed it was a deep Czech growl down, Gregor was obviously out to play and he wasn't very happy to see his lover. "Ty... jsi me zabil!" He shook his head clearly upset. "Jak jsi mohl?!" He suddenly lunged for her angrily but she backed away quicker than the human was.
The vampire went back to speaking English, it seemed easier for her. "I am so sorry, Gregor." She apologised with glassy chocolate brown orbs. "I truly am, but Silas... he... he was going to have you killed anyway. I did it so I could make a deal with him, earn his trust, get what we came here for." She tried to plead with him.
"You slit my throat!" Gregor reminded her looking up and down with disgust.
She gave him a firm look. "But you're not truly gone. You're inside of a person with a invincibility ring. This boy cannot die, Gregor, meaning I won't have to lose you again and now Silas trusts me." She stated simply. "I will find a way to make this all okay, lover, please." She leaned forward and pressed a romantic kiss to his lips.
"Where is my body, Nadia?" Gregor looked at her.
She nodded her head saying. "I will tell you everything, my love. I just need you to do me a favour first. Ring the boy's friend, Elena Gilbert and find out where her sister's doppelgänger is. It's the only way we'll get close to what we want. Do you understand?" He nodded his head softly reaching into Matt's pocket and pulling out his phone.
It wasn't long until the younger Salvatore had noticed that the ancient witch had departed the room. Spotting her expensive looking bag laying in plain sight on the counter top he rushed over and began to rifle through it for a cell phone, maybe if he could get hold of Elena, Grace or Damon they would be able to come and rescue him from this psycho bitch.
Just then the door to the cabin opened to reveal a very confused looking Qetsiyah holding a basket of pretty looking flowers, it was like she had caught a naughty child eating cookies. His face scrunched up in guilt as he questioned. "You got a cell phone anywhere? I didn't mean to invade your privacy, but I really need to make a call."
Qetsiyah smiled sharply narrowing her eyes. "And I bet I can guess who to..." She scoffed rolling her eyes. "You'll be lucky to make a successful call out here, Stefan. This house is safe for you to walk around in, but the moment you step over the threshold of that door your skin becomes ball of fire." She reminded him softly.
"Well, no offence... Qetsiyah, is it?" He looked her up and down. "But we barely know each other and I'm not overly comfortable trusting someone who created a whole other plane of existence to trap my doppelgänger, as much as I hate him." He shrugged his shoulders noticing she wasn't really paying attention to him.
The witch was gazing at her lovely yellow flowers as she mused. "That name... my name, I can't imagine it's used very much anymore." She glanced up at him as he shrugged his shoulders. "It was fairly popular 2,000 years ago in ancient Rome, but I have to admit I haven't seen it on many souvenir keychains around the country."
"Do you have a point? Did you return just to moan about your name?" He looked her up and down suspiciously.
"No, Stefan, I came back because the Bennett witch called on me and actually managed to lower the veil. I had several hunters, you probably remember, all of which were unsuccessful in their main task, kill Silas." Her voice darkened. "So I figured if you want something done right, you get a woman to do it." She motioned to herself. "That is why I am here Stefan." He was watching her uneasily. "Have you ever been left at the alter by the person you love more than anything?" He shook his head. "I didn't think so..."
"I felt so utterly pathetic and stupid, I had trusted this man, created our wedding for him and the spell that was going to make us immortal so we could enjoy each other for eternity, at the end of the ceremony just before our kiss we were to drink the elixir, but something was wrong. I could feel it." She shuddered thinking back to that moment. "Everything around me was rotting and decaying. The wedding flower, the garden, our peoples crops. I was in such a state of agony and pain I didn't realise it." She paused for a moment holding back her anger.
"Then she came running up to me, calling my name, begging for me to listen to her." Stefan creased his eye brows unsure of what she was talking about, or rather whom this witch was talking about. "So I did, she told me all about Silas and this other woman, he had drunk the elixir with her." She paused for a moment. "So call me what you want to call me, Stefan, but just know that I loved him more than anything and he was the one who turned around and hurt me in ways you couldn't even imagine."
"Who... who was the girl he betrayed you with."
The witch smiled this time before saying. "The girl that had told me about them sneaking off together to become one also informed me where they were hiding. She lead me to them and as we watched from the brush of a forest I felt the knife of betray only stab deeper. My one true love, my Silas had fallen in love with my handmaiden. Amara." She breathed. "I believe she's a doppelgänger also, now known by Elena."
It took a moment for this to all sink in. "So if Silas was my doppelgänger and your handmaiden, Amara, was the first version of Elena... where was Grace in all of this? Or whoever was the first version of Grace."
Smiling as she knelt down by the fire she answered. "This is where the story takes an interesting turn, Stefan." She paused for a moment her face in deep concentration. "The girl that had lead me to the couple was also close to me, she was the girl I sent out to gather plants from my herb garden. Her name was Sappho, she was devastatingly beautiful and popular among many people in the community, especially Silas."
Pausing for a moment the witch could feel the anger rising in her chest. "She told me these heartbreaking stories of how he courted her, kissed her under the soft moonlight, but all this to only get closer to her sister." She growled out. "As if it wasn't bad that he was using me to get what he wanted, but he was using her too."
"Doppelgänger's." Stefan mused before creasing his eye brows. "But... If Silas and Amara took the elixir, how does Grace have a line of doppelgänger's too?" He watched her working on something down at the fireplace.
Glancing up she said. "Hmm? Oh, Sappho?" Nodding her head she replied. "Yes, well once we took care of Amara we had a celebratory drink together, but I had a very special surprise for her. I wanted her to suffer, so I made another immortality potion just for her. I made her rue the day she went behind my back." She smiled as Stefan glanced over at her confused. "She had tried to take Silas from me, too. She was just like Amara, if not worse!"
Nodding his head the younger Salvatore answered. "Okay. Okay." He was trying to calm her again. "What are you doing over there anyway?" He quizzed.
"I'm doing you a favour." She replied as she slipped her bracelet off of her wrist and dropped it into a pot that was heated over the roaring fire she had lit. "I want to end this once and for all. I want to take down Silas and you're going to help me." Glancing over her shoulder she smiled at him knowingly.
After a tediously long drive on the cold morning the older Salvatore finally found himself pulling off the main road into a small dirt parking lot as the girls informed him that they were at their destination. Both of the twins climbed from the car along with the raven-black haired gentleman, but Fayth was left in the car. She had taken a nap and they decided just to let her sleep, at least she was quiet.
Peering at the new human through the window of the car Elena asked gently so she wouldn't wake her. "Are we really going to leave her in there on her own?"
"Uh, yeah." Grace laughed shortly nodded her head as she stretched out her arms in front of her, that had certainly been a long journey and her joints had locked up. "She should consider herself lucky that I'm not rolling up the windows and locking the doors." This time her boyfriend chuckled at her sinister idea.
As she turned around to look at the bar she stopped dead, her breathing got caught in her throat as she took in her surroundings. It was an odd occurrence when the dream matched the reality of the situation to every last detail, the red awning, the broken flashing neon sign which wasn't nearly as impressive at the light of day she doubted it was that spectacular even at night, the awful paint job over the wood of the bar itself.
"Wow." The smaller twin muttered softly blinking a couple of times before she felt her boyfriend's eyes on her, watching her carefully. "It's just so surreal." She commented, glancing over to him. "Everything is the same as the dream was. Well, I guess it wasn't really a dream now, more of a vision shared threw doppelgänger's." She chose her words form wisely. "I wonder if... if Katherine saw it, too."
Damon spoke up this time. "To be honest, sweetheart, one Pierce is enough to deal with." He then flashed her a smile before turning around towards the bar before stopping not hearing footsteps following him. "You two coming, or not?"
"Yeah." Elena nodded her head softly as she went to follow and then stopped again taking a breath in, she felt like she was so close to finding her loving boyfriend and didn't want to have that taken away from her again. Turning to her twin she questioned as if she was an expert. "Do you really think that Stefan is going to be in there?" This time she panicked. "I mean, what if it was all some elaborate scheme by Silas, or... or just some crazy coincidence."
Quickly her twin stepped in front of her and took her by the shoulders looking directly into her panicked rich brown orbs and replied. "Elena, chill." She told her softly squeezing her shoulders carefully, not hard enough to hurt, but to get her attention instead. "First of all, this is Mystic Falls, when is anything a coincidence. Second, we're not going to find out any new information if we don't actually go inside. Okay?" She gave her the warmest smile she could before stepping back. "You in?"
"I'm in." Elena replied straightening her back, holding her head high and taking long strides towards the entrance of the rundown establishment.
The older vampire looked over the taller girl's shoulder at her twin who stood there with almost pride on her face and told her jokingly. "Nice speech, coach. Got anything for me." She budged his arm in a mocking way before taking his hand romantically and leading him inside following Elena with haste.
As they entered Grace and Elena noticed the girl standing behind the bar immediately, it was the platinum blonde whipping down the counter, her head jerked up as the bell above the door informed her of their appearance. The human was obviously still jumpy from where she had been attacked earlier on in the day. There was a large bandaid covering her neck and the bloody but slowly healing bite mark that was beneath it.
"Hey there." The smaller Gilbert called out her greeting before she sauntered across the room towards the girl behind the bar, at the moment she was by far the most friendly and patient one to be dealing with a human. "Me and my friends were just passing through and figured we'd have a little pit stop." She announced as the blonde nodded her head. "That's a big bandaid, what'd you do?" She asked conversing with her.
Shrugging her shoulders softly the girl lied. "Oh, I stupidly burnt myself with my flat iron." She replied. "Idiot." She muttered shaking her head and then changing the point of conversation off of her and asking. "Can I get you or your friends a drink?"
"Sure, I'll have a bourbon." The brunette vampire replied earning an almost judgemental look from the human. "What? It's five o'clock somewhere, right?" This actually made the human girl laugh nodding her head in agreement. Leaning closer resting her forearms on the counter Grace added. "Listen, I don't mean to sound creepy, or anything, but I kinda had a dream about you last night."
The girl with the drastic platinum blonde snorted loudly before looking up at her and saying. "You want some extra cheese with that pick-up line?" Grace laughed too, this girl thought she was hitting on her.
Chuckling softly the vampire answered. "Right. I'm sorry." The human shook her head as she prepared Grace's drink for her. "Look, but really I'm looking for my friend, he went missing a few months ago and we got a tip that he might have come through here." This made the girl look up at her asking what he looked liked. "Uh, he's about this high." She lifted her hand to around Stefan's height. "He has like these really deep green eyes, erm... spiky light brown hair." She thought for a moment. "Oh, actually. I have a picture."
Slipping her phone from her back pocket she went through her many photos before finding one of Elena and Stefan embracing each other, holding her phone in front of the human she watched as her face paled and she gulped. "No... Nope, I, uh, I haven't seen him anywhere. Sorry." She shook her head turning away. "I think it's time for you to leave, right? Gotta find your friend-"
As soon as the girl looked back Grace caught her in her compulsion gaze and told her softly. "Please, tell me the truth about that guy."
Then without wanting to tell her the woman replied. "That guy, or whatever he was came in here early this morning and attacked me. He took a chunk out of my neck, I was bleeding and in pain and then... then he told me to run. I ran as fast as I could but I could hear him following me..." Tears welled up in her light blue orbs as she continued. "Then when I... I got outside I looked back, he was on his knees on fire!"
Damon stepped forward this time. "That would be the lack of the daylight ring." Wandering over to the distort human he urged her. "What happened next?"
"There was this woman... tall, dark, pretty and she shoved him in the back of a Cam Peterson's truck... I haven't seen Cam for a while, I don't know... do you think she's done something to him?" She worried obnoxiously. "He lives like 10 miles down a dirt road around the back..." She passed the neat bourbon forward and the older Salvatore took it before the small vampire could get her hands on it.
He muttered. "Cheers." Before drowning the drink. He went to put the glass down but suddenly he gagged spitting up the liquid and coughing violently. "Vervain." He growled hoarsely as the skin of his mouth began to sizzle and burn.
Grace's eyes widened as she sniffed the glass to smell the distinct smell of vervain burning in the bottom of the glass. Her jaw clenched as she looked up to lock eyes with the terrified human behind the bar who backed away until she hit the shelves of alcohol lightly. "Vervain." She spat out angrily glancing over to see that her boyfriend was recovering. "What the hell did you do? How do you know about that?"
Just then a pair of heels wandered into the room from the back entrance, they looked over to see the very lovely Nadia stood there with a small pistol mounted in her hands pointed at the three of them. She informed them in her Czech accent. "Because I told her to do it. She's very obedient." Then she smiled her beautiful grin at them.
Licking her lips nervously the smaller Gilbert narrowed her eyes and quizzed roughly. "And just who do you think you are?" This made the European smile once again, she certainly was holding the same attitude that Fayth would, perhaps it was her. When it came to doppelgänger's it was tough when finding out which one was which.
Nadia looked her up and down taking in her appearance before demanding to know. "Are you Fayth Pierce?" Grace remained quiet, she didn't want to answer the question, but Damon was right they needed to keep Fayth away from anything Silas related for a moment and this woman seemed to want the Petrova which could only mean one thing, Silas.
Just then the bell on the door to the shop sang out to reveal someone entering, Fayth wandered in with an angered look on her face, with pursed lips and a sharp glare. As she turned to look at them all, she was surprised to see the beautiful vampire standing there holding a gun in front of her narrowing her eyes at the two doppelgänger's. "Which one of you is Fayth?" Nadia demanded again.
Without a second thought the new human pointed directly at Grace and announced selfishly. "She is!" The smaller Gilbert grit her teeth as she raised her hand up inclining to that European that she in fact was Fayth, but Nadia wasn't dumb and she had done plenty of research on the 500 year old vampire who was always on the run.
"Why do I doubt that so much?" Nadia replied as Fayth's chocolate brown eyes widened, within seconds from the words leaving her lips she suddenly felt as if she had been hit by a truck, all she had seen was a spiral of long rich brown locks before they were both forced out of a window landing hard on the dirt ground with a loud thud and marking the ground hard with their bodies. "You don't understand! I need her alive!" The Czech woman tried to argue and she toppled the younger vampire onto her back. "You really do look an awful lot like her, but I know the kind of person Fayth is."
Grabbing her thick locks Nadia smacked the younger girl's head firmly into the ground making her yelp in pain before she rose from where she was straddling her hips and left her dazed and confused for a few moments before she retreated to the thick brush surrounding the bar, if Fayth was hiding in there somewhere she had to find her before Silas could.
Suddenly then Grace rose to her feet rubbing the back of her head as Damon and Elena came tumbling out of the bar to check if she was okay. "I'm fine, I'm fine." She assured them feeling the sickly feel of blood trickling down her neck and then towards her back, she shrugged off the feeling, it would heal soon enough. "I'm going after Fayth before whoever the hell that was can get slimy little hands on her. Alright? You two need to go find Stefan."
"Are you crazy?" The older Salvatore hissed out his eyes wide. "Fayth almost just got you killed and you want to run out there to try and find her?"
"Maybe I am crazy." She replied back as the corner of her lip curled up into a halfhearted smile. "Because every bone in my body is telling me to leave her out there to fend for herself, like she did to me, but I can't." She growled shaking her head. "So I am going to go find Fayth on my own and I'll meet you at that cabin down that dirt road, alright?" Grace stepped forward and kissed him passionately for a couple long seconds. "Now go, your brother needs you." Then she turned to Elena. "You'll be fine, Elena. I promise." She assured her turning around about to take off into the forest in order to find her evil doppelgänger.
"Hey. Wait." Damon grabbed her arm and pulled her close looking deeply into her smoulder chocolate brown orbs with his own intense icy blue eyes. "If something goes bad and you think there is gonna be more danger than she's worth then you run. Come and find us, okay?" He brought her chin up so she was looking directly at him. "She isn't worth your life, you got it, Gracie?" He lowered his tone this time, it's a more intimate moment between just them.
The ancient witch Qetsiyah was busy at work on Stefan's new daylight ring when she felt a pair of eyes on her slender back, burning into her skin as she continued to work, she knew who it was without even having to turn around, it was the only other person in the cabin and he was beginning to get impatient. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that something won't be done any faster the longer you stare at it."
Stefan frowned before turning around admiring the cabin for a few short seconds before questioning. "So what's your plan?" She creased her eye brows. "Take the only cure that's floating around somewhere and shove it down his throat then kill him?" He guessed. "That's what you sent your hunters out to do, right? And they failed you."
"But they are not me." Qetsiyah answered more confidently. "You need to slow down, Stefan. I want this revenge just as much as you do, but when it comes to Silas you have to be smart, he's always a step ahead, so we have to be two steps ahead of him and the only way we're gonna have any kind of advantage is to take away one of the only advantages he has over you. His mental powers."
The younger Salvatore creased his eye brows before glancing at her over his shoulder. "But you took him down before, turned him onto a human-sized stone, what's changed?"
Qetsiyah scoffed. "He changed." She spat out. "When I first calcified him he was new, barely knew how to use his powers, but now? Now he's able to compel an entire town square without even thinking about it. Silas has had over 2,000 years to perfect his skills, consuming the smallest amounts of human blood from thousands upon thousands of people who desperately wanted to see their deceased family members." She replied surely.
"So where is Amara now? And Sappho? Are they locked away in that tomb, too?" He creased his dark thick eye brows.
The witch pursed her lips as she concentrated hard on her work before replying. "No, Stefan. They are not locked away in a tomb." He turned to face her fully this time wanting to know the full story of what happened to these past doppelgänger's.
Ancient Greece
As Silas returned to his tent in the middle of the wilderness he heard a soft humming, pushing through the brush, at first he thought it was his beloved but when he saw the spiralling curls and dark flesh standing there under the taunting moonlight he froze. Qetsiyah had found them out here and now she wanted revenge. His first thought was to run, but his mind went straight to Amara, he needed to protect her.
"Qetsiyah." He breathed out as he approached her, she looked over to him with a lazy smile over her lips, it was very unsettling. "What are you doing here?"
Pressing her hand to her chest he noticed she was still wearing her wedding dress, she looked like a crazed woman out for vengeance, which was what she was. "Oh, I'm sorry, have I spoiled your little get away?" She tilted her head to the side, her dark wavy locks falling over her shoulder. "I am just here to give you a couple of gifts." Bending down she picked up a solid gold glass from the floor, covered with rare jewels and a thin cloth draped over it. "This is the chalice from which we were to drink at our wedding." She paused. "You do remember, don't you? The one you left me standing at like a fool."
Taking a breath in and a small step towards her Silas answered. "Qetsiyah, there are not enough words in the entire world to tell you how truly sorry I am that this happened." His words were almost sincere, but she knew he was just playing her again and these games had to be stopped before he could hurt someone else.
She just smiled back like it was nothing, like she wasn't dying on the inside. "Yes, Silas and there are not enough ways in the world that could show you how truly betrayed I feel." Her voice became darker this time and so did the colour of her eyes as she stepped towards him. "So I picked the only way I knew I could get back at you and really hurt you. I made you something..." Picking up a small hand-sized chest she revealed to him a small vial. "It is a cure to immortality. Your cure." Her words held no choice for him but he wasn't going to give up without a fight.
"I am not taking that, Qetsiyah." Silas' words were final. "That is not even possible. I am immortal. I will live forever."
The witch couldn't help but laugh at his naivety. "Actually it works very well. I have already used it on another immortal." He could only think of the other immortal within the entire world, his beloved, his Amara. "I may have used this potion on her, but I did not psychically lay a hand on her, oh no." She shook her head giving Silas a peace of mind for only a second before saying. "But you do know what they say about a twin scorned, don't you?" An evil smirk pulled up over her lips as he ran through the tent doors. "Hell hath no fury." She finished to herself.
When Silas launched himself through the flimsy tent doors he was hit with the most potent smell of copper and disgust. He could feel bile running up his throat but held his down, he wanted to scream and shout and kill, but when he saw a small girl dressed in a dark pink dress knelt on the floor, he stopped all his movements. "Sappho." Her name barely left his lips, but she still heard it clear as day. "What have you done?"
She sucked in a breath as she looked at him over his shoulder. "How could you?" She hissed out licking her lips. "Do you think that I wanted to kill her? You made me do this! You did!" Sappho told him hysterically shaking her head. "You told me that you loved me. You made me feel like I was something special. That I was the most loved girl in the world, but all you wanted was her." She growled. "Everyone has always wanted her. Never me. Amara was the favourite, with our family, with the community, with you. Why not me? What is wrong with me?" Fat tears traced down her cheeks over and over as she sunk back down to her knees.
"You killed your own sister." Silas' voice wavered as he looked down at her with complete anger in his smoulder forest green orbs. "How could you do that? How could you do that to her? All she has ever done is love you and you turn around and slit her throat!" He advanced on her hissing out. "I will kill you."
"Calm down, dearest." A extremely calm voice came from the door as Qetsiyah stood there with her arms crossed over her chest in a very formal way. "You will not lay a finger on this girl's head." Suddenly the immortal fell down to his knees in extreme pain. "Now all that's left is to take this cure..." She held it out in front of him. "And we can live beautiful, fruitful lives together. Just you and me."
Present Day
"I tried and tried with him." She sighed heavily shaking her head from side to side. "But when it came down to it all he wanted was her." Qetsiyah hissed shaking her head. "I created the Other Side so he couldn't get the one thing he wanted most in life. I dropped him in that tomb with the cure praying in the end he would make the right decision. If he thought he could kill himself so he could be with Amara again only to be trapped with me for all eternity."
Stefan crossed his arms over his chest before muttering. "And that worked out just as you wanted it to." She gave him a hard look as she continued to get on with what she was working on. "I take it whatever you've been doing over there isn't anything to do with me being able to walk in the sunlight any time soon." She just continued shaking her head in answer. "Qetsiyah, I'm not your enemy. I want him dead, too-"
"I have killed every person who's betrayed me, Stefan. What don't you understand about that? I don't trust very well. You could say I'm a control freak, or maybe a little paranoid, or maybe I'm just that crazy bitch-witch you thought I was before you met me." Suddenly Stefan felt blistering pain rushing through his body making him sink to his knees and grasp his head in agony. "And do you know what, Stefan? I'll take that name any day if it means I get what I want."
The new human was launching herself through the thick forest as fast as her weak legs could carry her, she was cursing herself for wearing her damn heels, they were getting ruined trudging through all the mud and weren't that easy to run in either, but her adrenaline kept her going. Tumbling over overgrown roots and cutting herself on harsh brushes before she stopped and held an open cut on her palm.
That hurt a lot more than it used to, she wished for her vampire healing so she couldn't have to be in this small amount of pain that was stabbing into her hand. Crouching down by a tree she nursed her palm close to her chest, squeezing it tight as if to stop the pain. Sucking in a sharp breath she attempted to slow her breathing and quieten so no supernatural being would be able to find her, but it was to no avail.
Suddenly a hand reached out and lay on her shoulder trying not to startle her, but that didn't work. Jumping up Fayth turned to see her doppelgänger standing there, her eyes drifted down to her palm and then shot back up to her matching chocolate-brown orbs. "Stay away from me." She ordered in a low tone.
This made Grace very confused as she creased her eye brows. "I'm trying to help you-"
"No offence, but deep down we both know you can't control your urges for blood as well as you would like to, kitten." The human growled out angrily narrowing her eyes. "And with my hand cut open like jack o' lantern I don't really want to become your next meal. So just back up, got it?" She spat out angrily.
This only made the vampire in front of her laugh causing her to pout softly. "Oh please, don't flatter yourself, Fayth." Grace snorted shaking her head. "Your blood doesn't even smell that good anyway, actually it smells kinda weird." Crunching her nose she smelt the distinct mix of decay and rotting in the air. "We need to focus on the real problem and that is you have a European hunter coming after you and she could be working for Silas."
"Fine." The doppelgänger whimpered as she hugged herself, rubbing her arms vigorously trying to warm herself. "Can I borrow that... wool thing you're wearing. I'm freezing out here."
Grace growled deep in her chest before replying. "This thing I'm wearing is a cardigan, Fayth. It's not that hard to work out." She pulled the hem of it softly. "And I'm sorry that the clothes I wear might not meet your high standards, but at least I'm not running in $400 heels running for my life through a forest." Her eyes darted down to her shoes that were now ruined before shrugging off her cardigan and handing it over to her. "Now can we go?"
Pulling on the warm piece of clothing she nodded her head before beginning to follow, leading the way before she heard a sickening snap, turning suddenly her spirally chocolate-brown hair flying over her shoulder to see that Grace was face down on the floor unconscious and Nadia was standing there with a firm look on her face. "I'm almost certain if I do that to you that you really won't be waking up. Do you want to try me again, Fay?"
"No need to be so bossy." She spat back stepping over the doppelgänger on the floor as she grabbed her arm roughly pulling her along with her. "Ease up. I bruise easily now." She pointed out, but still the vampire didn't loosen her grip.
As both the older Salvatore and Elena approached the cabin in the middle of the thick forest they stopped for a moment, both of them knew they would need to prepare themselves for what might be beyond that eery looking door. The Gilbert vampire felt her heart squeeze tight in her chest as Damon headed up the stairs towards the door and turned back to her. "You coming, or not?"
With that she took her first step up the porch and then towards the door, Damon twisted the handle and was surprised when it open with simple ease, he figured that his brother would be locked away but here it was easy as walking through a single door to go in there and save him. That made him more suspicious about what could be happening.
It was then that they saw him, tied up to a large wooden chair slipping in and out of consciousness. The one thing that they could understand in each other was there for them to save and they were gonna do it because they had done it before. He was tied down by sickly green vines that were tied into tight knots and there was a circle of pale yellow herbs surrounding him as he sat in the middle of the room.
"Stefan." Elena breathed heavily before brushing straight past the older Salvatore towards Stefan not caring about the danger that could have been in the room before them. "Stefan. Stefan, it's me." His eyes blinked open a couple of times, locking with her for a few moments longer before he try to register who it was in front of him. "It's me. It's me." She repeated. "I'm going to save you. I promise. Damon's here. We're going to save you." She informed him in a soft voice. "Who took you here? Who saved you from the Quarry?"
Stepping forward the vampire with icy blue orbs implored her. "Give him a couple seconds to breath, will ya." She closed her mouth just watching him with those big doe eyes of hers whilst he adjusted himself in the uncomfortable chair.
"It's Silas' ex-girlfriend. She's back from the Other Side and holding a serious grudge against him." He explained as his girlfriend began trying to force all of the vines off of him, but they only felt as if they were getting stronger with each pull. "She wants him to pay and says I can help and I want him gone from our lives so I'm going along with it." He gazed up at the lovely ladie's eyes in front of him and a tiny pain filled smile pulled across his lips. "You don't know how happy I am to see you again, Elena."
Damon held his hands up interrupted their romantic moment and saying. "Wait. Wait." They both glanced over to him. "You're telling me that Qetsi-whatever-her-name-is has returned from the Other Side? How is that even possible?"
A loud sigh came from behind him as he turned to see the woman with tousled raven-black haired standing there in front of the door, her mouth in a firm line. "It's Qetsiyah." She informed him in a very bitchy tone, crossing her arms over her chest. "You see, this is why I want to change it because idiots in this day and age can't pronounce it correctly." She grit her teeth rolling her eyes before seeing Elena trying to work on the knots. "You're not going to be able to break those vines. I put a spell on them and they won't budge until I get what I want from your boyfriend."
Turning suddenly Elena's lovely locks sweeping over her shoulder she hissed out in an acid tongue. "And what is it that you want, you crazy bitch?" This made the witch smile slightly at her tone, Qetsiyah could see that her chocolate-brown orbs were filled with exhausted, frustration and just the sheer need to get her boyfriend to safety and away from her.
"I would watch your tone with me, girl." The witch spat out as she took a couple of slow threatening steps towards her. "I think that we got off on the wrong foot, you know? I'm on your side." She smiled at them again, it was such an easy, unnerving look on her face. "I want that monster gone just as bad as your town does. If I am successful in connecting Silas to Stefan then I'll be able to stop his mental powers thus weakening him so I can make him take the cure once and for all."
Elena gulped shaking her head, cursing herself for using it on someone like Fayth, but she quickly reminded herself that she had done it to save Grace's life and that was all that mattered, just then she caught the tail-end of the conversation. "The cure is gone now and you won't be able to give it to Silas, so you got anymore ideas, witch?"
This only made Qetsiyah smile. "Oh, you mean how you gave the cure to Fayth?" This surprised Stefan greatly, him being locked away in the safe meant he had missed a lot of things and Fayth becoming human was apparently one of them. "I'm well aware of everything that happened, but... she's supposed to be here with you and so is her doppelgänger. Where are they?"
Elena creased her eye brows. "How do you know that?" Suddenly everything clicked and began to make sense. "You were the one who gave us those dreams, aren't you? Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want this to all be over." Qetsiyah spat back suddenly. "I suppose I'll have to go ahead without the cure for now. It doesn't matter." She muttered as she crouched down beside a hall that was filled to the top with water and mixed with herbs as she began to chant softly.
Damon cleared his throat awkwardly. "You know what? Stefan really appreciates you yanking him from the lake and unlocking the safe for him, but, uh, I really think we should be getting home before it gets too dark." He turned about to start trying to get his brother out of the binds too, but stopped when he heard her speak again.
"If you know what's good for you, you won't do that." She rose from where she was knelt but he just continued. "You really are quite the brave little solider, aren't you? Clearly you don't understand the gravity of this situation, so please do try to listen this time when I tell you. The moment Silas' mental powers are gone he's an immortal nobody. No strength, no compulsion, no super-speed. We can take him down. That is what you want, isn't it?"
Suddenly a breathy voice came from behind them all as Stefan said. "Just do it. I want him gone. Do it." He told her firmly.
On the outskirts of the thick forest Nadia had finally arrived to the location where her car was waiting to whisk away herself and the newly turned human. Pushing the woman through the brush towards an open road Fayth threw her a hard look as she rubbed her tender arm, she really hadn't been at all delicate with her and she needed that now more than ever considering how easily breakable she was.
The doppelgänger crossed her arms over her chest as she quizzed. "Listen, I know you've already been asked this plenty of times, but who the hell are you and what is it you want with me?" She spat out angrily narrowing her eyes.
Suddenly the Czech woman turned on her heels and gazed down at her with a deadly look in her eyes. "Your questions really are beginning to bore me, Fayth. Ask me either of them one more time and I will surgically remove your vocal cords with my bare hands, do you understand me." Mockingly Fayth moved her hand across her mouth in a zip-like fashion which only annoyed the woman.
Turning around the vampire grabbed her wrist before tugging her across the road, she hadn't noticed a form leaning against her shiny silver car before, it made her stomach clench in fear as she saw Silas leaning there casually looking her up and down. "What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?"
"Well, I have trust issues, Nadia." Reaching down below her car he pulled out a small flashing device for her to see. "At first I thought about putting a locator spell on you, but that would mean I would have to get something that you owned and get a witch, and all that just seemed too much hassle. So I looked into it and found this... neat, huh? GPS tracker." He stated proudly.
Back at the cabin Qetsiyah was focusing deeply on the bowl in front of her, she had burned down her metal bracelet until it was nothing but a simmer molten mess at the bottom of the bowl for her to spread over the tips of her fingers like a messy five-year old, rising to her feet she wandered over to him and placed each hand on either side of his head making him gasp and arch at her touch.
"You know Nadia, I really should be thanking you for finding her." Silas' eyes scanned up and down the doppelgänger in front of him, she was trying her best to avoid eye contact but still she looked up to see the almost pleasant smile on his face which made her uneasy. "You found her faster than I expected you to, so just hand her over and I'll let you continue breathing."
Shaking her head the brunette answered firmly. "No." This surprised him greatly. "I'm not finished with her yet. I have only just captured her. I need more time." She tried to argue but it only made him laugh lowly.
"Listen, I really couldn't care less about any unfinished business you have left with Fayth and her pathetic sister." This made the vampire growl back over to him as Fayth narrowed her eyes, she hated people talking bad about her family, anyone who usually did it would die a painful death, but Silas would obviously be an exception. "Now let go of her arm." Using his expert mental powers she was compelled to follow his orders.
Removing her tightly clenched hand from around the human's wrist she pulled it away to reveal a hand shaped deep blue bruise in its place. Silas tutted. "See, now you've marked her." He mused shaking his head. "That gun you think you have hidden in your back pocket, pull it out." He ordered and she complied.
This time he smile darkly as he ordered his final command. "Now aim it directly at your heart." Her lower lip quivered as she turned the barrel of the gun on herself still looking him dead in the eye with every passing moment. "Good." He announced in an almost proud way. "Now, pull the trig-"
The immortal didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence when he suddenly felt the most agonising pain echoing through his entire body, starting at the top of his head. Dropping to his knees he clutched his head as he growled out. "Ugh!" Unable to move, open his eyes, do anything the girls saw this as their chance.
Lowering the small pistol from her chest Nadia let out a soft breath before grabbing the doppelgänger's arm and dragging her over to the waiting shiny silver car and shoving her into the passenger seat. The human was quick to hiss out. "What the hell is going on?!" Her eyes were wide and confused as the vampire shoved the key into the ignition and turned over the engine.
In the middle of the forest the small brunette finally found herself coming back to consciousness, groaning she pushed herself up onto her knees and brushed off the dirt and leaves that had clung to her shirt when she had fallen to the ground. "That bitch." Grace hissed as she clawed the tree beside her so she could pull herself upright.
Slipping her phone out of her back pocket she checked the time to see she had been out for nearly an hour, that made her insides clench with fear. What if they were looking for her out here? What if they had given up and gone home without her? She looked around the dimming forest trying to remember the way she had come in.
"Damn." She muttered completely confused as to which way she should go, crossing her arms over her chest she rubbed her arms to stop the cold from biting and nipping at her skin before she head off in one direction that looked the right way. "Here's goes nothing." She added to herself shaking her head.
At the end of the dirt road at the unique little cabin Qetsiyah was continuing the spell, her voice raised and the herbs around their bodies was now alight to add the power to whatever she was saying, Damon and Elena didn't have a clue her accent was thick and she was saying the words much too fast for them to understand what they might mean.
The young vampire felt a clench of fear in her gut as she watched her boyfriend going through the immense pain, when she finally couldn't take it anymore she stepped forward with confidence and told her. "What are you doing to him? You have to stop!" She commanded in a thick voice but still the spell continued to be said.
Moving her attention away from the spell for a short moment the ancient witch answered. "Oh, I'm just frying Silas' brain by doing the spell on his doppelgänger. The sooner I finish this the sooner that monster will be out of our lives for good and I can end him completely. There is no going back now, Elena." She told her.
They watched as suddenly the younger Salvatore's more arched against his binds violently before thick sickly looking blood oozed from his eyes running down his face and dripping off his strong jaw staining his shirt. Then his head lolled to the side as he slipped into a state of unconsciousness and the fire circling them slowly died down until it stopped completely.
It only took Elena a couple of seconds to gather herself before launching herself towards her boyfriend whispering his name over and over trying to wake him. "Stefan? Stefan. Please." She whimpered placing her hands on either side of his head scanning her eyes over his face. "Wake up. C'mon, wake up. Please." She was beginning down for him to come back to consciousness.
Spinning around she looked over at the ancient witch who had her arms crossed over her chest and asked in her a wavering voice. "What have you done to him? Wake him up, now." Elena commanded.
Qetsiyah just gave her a look before rolling her eyes and replying. "All you doppelgänger's are the same: whiny." She scoffed gently. "All I have done is burnt through his conscious mind. Stefan will wake up, eventually." She shrugged her shoulders and then gave her a lazy smile. "I am curious, how do you and your sister stand each other after her almost killing you?"
Gritting her teeth she watched as Damon crossed the room to begin untying the vines that were wrapped around his brother. "It's none of your business."
This made the witch laugh again. "Of course it's my business. It's been my business for the past 2,000 years. Watching the doppelgänger's fight, it's like a bad soap opera. Watching versions of Stefan make versions of Grace fall in love with him just to get to versions of you and then in the end Grace's doppelgänger's end up killing yours." She paused for a moment. "The universe always wins Elena, and when it does your loving twin will be shoving a stake through your vampiric heart to get exactly what she wants."
"Shut up." Damon growled this time as he dropped the vines to the floor with a hard look on his face. "You really need to stop talking about things you don't know about. I have no idea about these other doppelgänger's, but I know about these two. Alright? Grace is in love with me. Stefan is in love with Elena. That's final." His voice was gruff. "If you're trying to convince people that you're not a psychopath then you might want to stop speaking about what the universe is going to do. It's really not helping, sweetheart."
Qetsiyah sighed. "You and I are more similar than you can see, Damon. We were just the ones that got in the way. The obstacle standing between what they really want. It really is sad to see what happened to me happen to another person." She crossed her arms over her chest and tutted softly.
Zipping across the room suddenly he caught her by her throat, she choked but under her breath managed to whisper something in another language that he didn't understanding. It sent both the vampires to their knees in pain calling out and with that Qetsiyah launched him across the room knocking him out.
When Damon came back to consciousness he looked around to see that Stefan was still slanted in the chair, but the ancient witch had vanished without a trace. Elena was slumped on the floor reaching towards Stefan and breathing in and out deeply. Then he heard a pair of boots stepping across the wooden floor. "Damon." He glanced up to see Grace standing there. "What happened here? Who did this?"
Kneeling down beside him she pressed both of her hands to his face looking into his eyes for a moment. "I lost Fayth. I'm sorry. I was attacked." She whimpered and he nodded before she rose to check on the other people. "Stef, hey? Can you here me?" She quizzed placing both of her hands on his cheeks. "C'mon. Wake up." Damon slumped down to the floor again.
Much later when Nadia had decide to set them up in a motel for the night, as soon as she left Fayth alone for five minutes she began to rifle through her shoulder bag trying to find something to identify her with, maybe if she knew who this girl was she could be able to remember how she knew her, or what unfinished business they had.
Suddenly the door at the side of the room swung open carefully and the vampire stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips giving her a questionable look. "Fine." The doppelgänger hissed stepping away from the leather bag. "I was searching through your stuff trying to find out who the hell you are, because honey, I do not remember your pretty face." She informed her.
Sauntering into the room a thin smile on the Czech woman's face as she shoved a bag of plain chips into her hands and told her. "You're human now, you're going to need to eat something. Hopefully that will shut you up for a while."
Scoffing the human replied. "Do you know how many calories are in these? Please, I wouldn't eat this if I was starving." As a matter of fact her stomach was grumbling pretty loud it felt like she was starving, but she didn't want to be loading her body with a load of crap as a vampire it was easy to maintain her weight, but as a human it was tough.
Nadia's phone began to buzz in her back pocket, reaching inside and dragging it out she glanced at the caller ID before clicking answer and holding her phone to her ear. "Well I should have believed what all of those people were saying about you, Silas. You really do betray and lie to get everything you want."
"Where are you, Nadia. I want Fayth. Now." He pressed. "I may have lost my powers to read your mind, but-"
The vampire pouted before answering. "That really is a shame." She mused lightly perching on the edge of the bed. "That was the only thing you had going for you, now what are you? A man who can live forever. Alone."
Silas growled. "I would watch your tone, if I were you." He told her firmly as he pursed her lips slightly. "I don't care what history you have with Fayth, or whatever twisted fantasy you feel like playing out whilst she is in your custody, but I need her kept alive. Do you understand?"
"I don't answer to you anymore-"
Cutting her off he continued. "That's a good thing it wasn't a request then. Fayth is still my priority and since I lost all my powers that can only mean one thing. My ex-fiancée is alive and back in the land of the living looking for vengeance and she's on her way to Mystic Falls to try and find me." Pausing for a moment he continued. "Qetsiyah and I both want the cure and we aren't going to stop until we get it."
Suddenly Fayth lunged out and grabbed the phone from her holding it to her ear and asking in a sour voice. "What is it that you want with me, Silas?" She pressured with a hard look on her face, she had to stay strong is she was going to remain alive.
"Every time that I hear your voice I just want to rip your head off. You sound exactly like the girl who killed the woman that I love and I hated her for it so much. Yes, I made her fall in love with me first, but she was the one who killed my beloved." He spat out shaking her head. "The thought of you makes me want to kill you, but I can't do that yet. The cure, it still exists within you, dear Fayth. Your blood is the cure, is that clear enough for you?" Fayth stared straight forward horrified almost dropping the phone from her hands.
Back in Mystic Falls, Matt was laying unconscious on the foyer to the Lockwood mansion where he was living now, after his good friend Tyler had given it to him after fleeing the town due to the Original hybrid. An incessant buzzing finally returned to consciousness glancing up to see his phone flashing over and over.
Pushing up off the uncomfortable hardwood floors he launched himself over and picked up his phone holding it to his ear and asking in a groggy voice. "Hello?"
"It's me. It's Elena." Her soothing voice came down the speaker as he breathed out. "I just wanted to let you know that we found Stefan, which is great, right? But whilst we were there we lost Fayth, I'm not sure whether that's a bad thing for a good thing." She laughed softly and he tried to keep up. "Are you okay, Matt? You sounded a little weird when you called me earlier."
Matt blanked, he didn't remember calling her at all, he didn't remember anything before he woke up only seconds earlier. "We talked today? When?" He creased his eye brows leaning against the wall.
"This morning." The vampire replied feeling concerned for him, he was loosing track of times and forgetting things for some unknown reason. "You called me and ask if we had any idea where Stefan was and if Fayth was with us. I told you that we were heading down Route 29, towards Joe's bar." She paused for a moment. "You really don't remember?"
Glancing down at his clothes he saw that the bottoms of his dark wash jeans were covered in a thick mud and his boots were too, there was footprints where he had wandered into the house and the door was wide open, what had happened? He kept wondering to himself. "Yeah, yeah. I remember." He answered needing to get her off the phone before she got too suspicious. "Listen, Elena, I'm dead tired, can I call you back tomorrow." She agreed and with that he hung up.
Feeling a strange feeling he reached into the back pocket of his now ruined jeans to feel a sharp object, pulling it out he saw a strange looking knife with an intricate design traced on the side confused to how it got there because he had never seen it before in his life.
At the Salvatore mansion the fire place was slowly flickering as Stefan lay unconscious on the couch in the parlour room, Elena slowly wandered over to where he was clenching his ring tight in her hand, perching down beside him she took his hand and slid his daylight ring onto his finger before kissing the palm of his hand.
Damon was stood in the archway to the room leaning there casually with his arms crossed over his chest, after a few silent moments the smaller Gilbert wandered into the room carrying a tray of teas with her, setting them down she sighed heavily. "You two have been so quiet since we got back it's making me feel sick with worry." She stood up. "You said that Qetsiyah was there, what happened? What did she say?"
Elena glanced over to the older Salvatore, she figured that he should be the one to tell her the story that the crazy ancient witch told them. "Qetsiyah is a crazy bitch-witch we shouldn't believe a word about what her or the universe says about either of you. Okay?" This made his girlfriend crease her eye brows. "She said that basically Stefan is going to make you fall in love with him, go back to Elena then because of that you're going to kill Elena. That about sum it up?"
"What?" Grace hissed before looking over to her twin who just nodded her head slowly. "That's crazy. She's crazy. I'm not even remotely interested in Stefan that way. I mean, seriously? Now that it would even come to that, because it... it just wouldn't. I love Damon." She looked over at him. "I love you and I'm not about to let the universe or some ancient bitch tell me how I feel or what happens between us. All of us." She glanced over at Elena who smiled back.
The older Salvatore smiled his signature smirk as he told her. "I like this old Grace fire coming back through, I've missed her." She grinned back at him shrugging her shoulders gently, he crossed the room and took her face between his hands looking at her. "I am not going to let some past events tell us what we can and can't do. I love you and nothing is going to stop that. If an Original hybrid can't come between us then tell the universe to bring it on." He leaned down and kissed her passionately.
Suddenly they heard a loud gasp, pulling apart they glanced over to see Stefan sitting up right looking around the room with a bewildered look on his face. The taller Gilbert smiled softly as she looked over at him before she said. "Stefan.. I'm so glad that you're back. We've missed you." She announced.
Looking at all of their faces he realised he had no idea who they were and where he had been or why they missed him. Clearing his throat he told them. "Uh... I'm really sorry, but I have no idea who you all are." Elena's smile flattened as they all just watched him, that certainly wasn't good.
AN
Hello there friends! I am so sorry this has taken so long, but I hope you had a good holiday season and are having a very happy new year! Whoo! 2014 bring it on! My news years resolution, uh get chapters out sooner, hopefully I'll stick to that. Let me know what yours is.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and where this story is going, Grace's doppelgänger is called Sappho, if you do research into that it's a Greek name about some poet but it also means sapphire, or lapis lazuli which I thought was pretty funny coincidence considering the vampires all wear lapis lazuli jewellery.
If you have any ideas or any suggestions on what you would like to happen with this story let me know, I'd be happy to hear out your ideas and see where I can go with them.
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Finally thank you very much to my lovely beta missss supernatural, thanks for getting this back to me super quick, I appreciate it.
Answers and responses below:
Guest: Sorry it took so long
Nicole: I'm really glad that you liked this chapter, it's nice that the sisters are getting along again, it's been a long time coming. Dr. Maxfield is a giant douche, you're right so him speaking with Grace is funny when we know what's coming. I did have her call her sister in this chapter, whether Katherine will come or not we'll have to wait and see. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
David Fishwick: I'm really glad that you enjoyed that chapter, thank you. Tyler will be coming into the picture again very soon, so look out for that. Stefan has been found too, so that's good.
grapejuice101: Glad you enjoyed it, Silas will be very interested in Grace now that he's lost his mental powers.
xxxRena: Damon will be finding out about the emails soon, but she has to deal with Caroline first, haha.
ddluzelle: Really glad that you enjoyed it and I hope you like this one too
SomebodyWhoCares: I will do a separate vacation story when I get the time.
Psycho17: I agree, I love some Damon and Grace moments too, they will be finding out about the Klaus emails soon, but not yet. The twins are already reunited, but that doesn't mean things are going to come between them.
winxgirl1997: Here's an update
Ghostwriter: I'm glad that you're liking it. Hope you enjoy this one too.
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