A/N: Hi everyone! I really hoped y'all like the chapter, I'm trying a few new things with my writing :) thank you so so so much if you reviewed, I really love to see what you guys think. This one's gonna finish off 1X13, so here ya go!
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Anna opened Jonathan Gilbert's journal, and came across her mother's name.
"I went to see the most beautiful woman in town today, with a name just to match: Pearl."
***Flashback: Mystic Falls, 1864***
"Have you thought about what I said today, Katherine?"
"We'll leave soon, Pearl. I promise. I just have to take care of a few things first."
"You're going to turn the Stefan Salvatore, aren't you? Cara cares for him as her own brother- she'll kill you!"
"Who says he's the only one I'm to turn?"
"Katherine, no. I know for fact that if you turn Damon you'll end up decapitated!"
"For one, Stefan has fallen in love with me and if I was killed he'd be crushed. Cara wouldn't dare to kill me; and like I said, Pearl, she doesn't have any killing left in her."
"Whatever happens, just know that I warned you."
"Oh, look! Jonathan Gilbert is coming! Hurry, your cheeks!" Katherine pinched her cheeks.
"There. Perfectly rosy."
Mayor Gilbert stepped in.
"Pearl, may I talk to you in private for a moment?"
"Sure, you still haven't explained to me the comet in the sky?"
Jonathan offered his arm and Pearl smiled at Katherine as they walked away.
Giuseppe Salvatore walked with his two sons, about to introduce the situation at hand.
"As descendants of the founding families, they'll want to know that they can count on you."
"Of course they can, is there any doubt?" Stefan stated.
"I'm not sure your brother Damon understands the importance of duty."
"Damon left the Confederacy to be with his beloved before their wedding, Father. It was his choice and it should be respected."
"You'll forgive me if I have trouble respecting a deserter."
"I never asked for your respect," Damont spat.
"Good for you, Damon. Because all I have for you is disappointment. Marrying Cara Ann is the only thing you've ever done right."
Silence.
"So...Father. You said the town was in trouble?" Stefan asked, braking up the two family members.
"There has been too many deaths. It is time for us to step up and fight these killers," Giuseppe told him.
"Killers?What are you talking about?"
"We live amongst demons," Giuseppe started.
"You're being cryptic now, Father, why don't you just say the word?" Damon interrupted.
"Vampires. They exist and they live amongst us. But we have a plan to kill them, and you're going to help us."
They shared a look, and the decision was made.
Cara's POV
Damon, Jenna and I were in the kitchen as I chopped some vegetables and Damon sliced tomatoes. He was telling her the human cover story of how we met, since we were discussing all of our past romances.
"My father never approved of me, or anyone I ever dated. Which only made me want them more," Damon looked to me and flashed a smirk.
"So in highschool, when he came across the new, outspoken redhead from Biology who didn't put her hand down, Damon asked me out on a date...In front of the entire class."
"Wow, really? Way to be discreet, Damon!" Jenna laughed.
"I wanted to make as good of a first impression she had," he argued.
"Okay, okay. Enough about us, what about you, Jenna?" I asked.
"There were a few guys... Logan wasn't the only loser I ever dated."
"Did they ever find him?" Damon asked.
"Yeah, he still missing?" I commented.
"He's not missing, he's in the Bahamas working on his tan. He's a Fell. They're all snooty!" I chuckled and poured Jenna and I another glass of red wine, when I heard Elena walk up to the back door.
"Hello, Elena," Damon said this before she even walked in without turning his head. Jenna spun around on the counter to see her young niece walk in the door.
"Hey! Where've you been? We're cooking dinner." Damon and I both looked at her questioningly.
"Stefan with you?" I asked.
"He'll be here soon." Hmm. Wonder where he could be.
************Meanwhile at Mystic Falls High************
Stefan went to the school to investigate Alaric, oblivious to the fact Cara and Damon were there not thirty minutes ago. Alaric was at his desk, still contemplating what could've happened earlier if the journal was there. Would they have killed him? Just as the thought left his mind, he felt a vampire enter the room. Alaric didn't flinch, since he expected all Salvatores to know he was aware of their species. He looked up to see Stefan, standing directly in front of the desk, dumbfounded by Alaric's calmness.
"What do you want here in Mystic Falls? Why are you here?" he asked.
"I got a job." Stefan glared at him, "...And I needed to get away from where I was living before. Too many bad memories," he finished.
"What drove you here?" Stefan asked.
"My wife was murdered by vampires, I wanted a fresh start. And I like teaching history," Alaric said with a smile.
"How long have you been aware of me?" he asked.
"I learned just recently. What about your brother and his girl?"
"You met Cara and Damon?" Stefan questioned.
"Who do you think killed my wife?"
Stefan paused.
"Are you certain it was them?"
"I witnessed it."
"If you're here for revenge, this is gonna end very badly for you," warned Stefan.
"I just wanted to find out what happened to my wife," he defended.
"I thought you just said that Damon-" Stefan was cut off my Alaric sighing loudly.
"I saw Cara, draining the life out of her...it seemed like Damon just stood idly by waiting for his turn. They must've heard me coming, they just... Disappeared. So did her body. They never found her."
"Damon and Cara can never know why you're here. Either one will kill you without blinking," Stefan warned, again.
"I can take care of myself."
"No you can't," Alaric looked to him with skepticism, "I can help you, if you let me."
************Back at the Gilbert's************
Cara's POV
Damon bumped into me as I was carrying some dishes over to the table.
"Woah...Mmmm," he grunted. I saw a little smile play his lips and his eyes closed.
"Don't do that, " I said to Damon, who was now walking over to the stove wearing a towel over his shoulder.
"Do what?" I didn't look back, but I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my ass.
"That move, it was deliberate," I said with a stern face.
"Well yeah! I was deliberately trying to get...to the sink."
"Suuuure. Because getting that close to the sink made you moan when my stomach hit the tight spot in your jeans," I teased. Elena walked in, ignoring the sexual tension in the room.
"Speaking of Stefan," Damon started, "Where is he?" he asked her.
"He's missing family night. Which I am enjoying immensely," I finished. Elena didn't answer.
"Is it real?" Damon asked again, then tasted the red sauce.
"Is what real?" Elena said with a sigh.
"This renewed sense of brotherhood." I knew where Damon was going with this, and I decided to dig a bit deeper.
"Can I trust him?"
"Yes, you can trust him." Elena said this a bit too quickly, and turned away. I sped up behind her, and when she turned around she looked me in the eye. We were close in height, I was maybe a half inch shorter. Intimidating, nonetheless.
"Can I trust him?" I searched her eyes for a sign of trust. I felt Damon place a hand on the small of my back, offering slight comfort although he stood a few feet away.
"I'm wearing vervain, Cara. It's not gonna work." I squinted my eyes at her.
"I'm not compelling you. I just want you to answer me...honestly." I bit the right side of my lower lip, it being a habit of mine. Elena paused,
"Of course you can," she said, walking away once again.
I turned back to Damon, and he moved his hand from my back to my shoulder.
"You know," I started, "there was a time where I could trust him just as much as I could Damon." Damon hugged me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder, over my curly auburn hair.
"Trust breeds trust. You have to give it to get it." Who says I don't give it? I soo do! Except for that one time I put blue die in his shampoo...Haha. Broody-Smurf. My all time favorite nickname!
"Are you lecturing me?"
"I'm the only one who lectures her. Although, usually it's about time spent watching HBO vampire dramas," Damon said.
"I don't care about the total cliche. True Blood is definitely my all-time favorite show. And Damon? You know you like it," I argued.
"I know that you have a crush on Eric Northman," Damon argued back.
"Well I know that you know that you fantasize about me and Jessica together!" He went silent. Ha!
"I know that you know that I know you two are annoying," Elena interrupted. "...And do you need to be lectured?"
"I just want it back," I said seriously.
"We both do. I'm sure you can understand that," Damon said. Give it to Damon, for caring about his brother :) My man.
"I can understand that you would do anything to kill Katherine, yes," she walked over brushing Damon's arm in the process of moving towards the table. He unlocked our stance, and went behind her to say this in her ear,
"Then you understand what I will do if anyone gets in the way."
Jeremy came home just in time as Jenna got back with the oregano we'd forgotten.
"Hey Jeremy," Elena said. She didn't even look up from what she was doing! Gosh. Talk about sisterly-greeting.
"Wazzup JereDog?!" I skipped over to Jeremy and hugged him, hearing Elena scoff in the background.
"Hey!" He hugged me back tightly, and then went over to the couch and pulled out his Xbox. I went over to Damon in the kitchen,
"You should go play with him, it'd be good bonding time," I told him.
"Bonding for what? Are we adopting him?" He joked.
"No, D. I just think you'd like him, so go on!" I pushed him over to the couch.
"Hey bud, can this thing do two-player?" Oh. Mygod, Damon. Don't act like an idiot, please!
"Yeah. You play before?" Jeremy handed him a controller.
"Nope. But I catch on fast," Damon smirked.
I let them be for a while, as I helped Jenna and Elena in the kitchen. We were aimlessly chatting, and soon enough I saw that Damon was beating Jeremy! listened in on their chatter from the next room,
"I thought you said you've never played!" I rolled my eyes- I totally knew Damon was hustling him.
"Like I said, fast learned. And I have quick reflexes." I could just picture that wide smirk on his face. Jere's phone rang, and he declined the call.
"Who you dodging?"
"This girl Anna, she can be uh...Persistent."
"She hot?"
I scoffed, then Elena gave me a look. Woops! Totally meant to do that in my head...
"Yeah, but she can be weird." I found Goldfish crackers in the last bag.
"The snack that smiles back, GOLDFISH!" I yelled out, Jenna and Elena laughed.
"Hot trumps weird, trust me." They both looked over to me, and I stuck my tongue out at him. They laughed.
"Don't worry, Carabear! I love you just the way you are!" He yelled back to me. I rolled my eyes.
"He is ridiculously hot!" Jenna whisper-yelled. Elena and I knew he heard this, and Elena said,
"Shhh! He's an ass."
"But he's my ass." I countered. We were now putting away some of the old family stuff Elena had taken out.
"What were you doing with this stuff, anyway?" Jenna asked her nice.
"I thought there might be something about my birth parents," Elena answered.
"Have you told Jeremy yet?" she asked.
"I will, when the time is right." the doorbell rang, "That's Stefan."
I rushed over to the door, trailing behind a just enthusiastic Damon. Elena came to our side and we all stepepd out and walked to the side of the house as Stefan filled us in, and we told him about our own encounter.
"So who took it?" Stefan asked.
"We don't know," I said.
"You know, it's that teacher. There's something really off about him," Damon commented.
"No, he doesn't know anything," countered Stefan.
"We know that. Someone must've gotten to him before us," I offered.
"Well who else knew the journal was there?" We all looked through the window to Jeremy. I have to go ask him if he told anyone! I started to walk to the door, followed my the rest of the gang.
"No, Cara. Leave him out of it!" Elena yelled.
"Oh what's the big deal?" Damon defended.
"So," I said, plopping myself on the couch beside Jeremy, tucking my right foot under my butt.
Don't ask. I sit weird.
"Remember that cool journal you found from back in the day? Who else did you show it to?" I asked.
"Huh?" Jeremy was still stuck in Video Game Land. I took the controller, killed two snipers, and paused the game.
"Don't ask questions, just spill." Damon said.
"You're kidding me, right?" Jere scoffed.
"Jere, did you tell anyone but about Jonathan Gilbert's journal?" Elena asked nicely.
"Why is everybody so obsessed with that thing?" he asked.
"Who else did you tell, Jeremy?" Elena was more stern this time.
"Just that girl Anna,"
"The hot weird one?" Damon said. I smacked the back of his head.
"Who's Anna?" Stefan asked.
"That's what I wanna find out," Damon said, "How do you know her?" he asked my buddy.
"I just.. Know her. She wants me to meet her at the Grill tonight," he mentioned.
"Perfect! I'll drive," I got up off of the couch and pulled Jeremy along too. We loaded into Darcy, and thankfully got past the 'Cara, look at your car!' and 'How the hell did you afford this?!' and 'oohs' and 'awes' from Jeremy. We pulled up to the grill, and Jeremy went inside to wait by the foosball table as Damon and I sat at the bar. A girl walked in and started to talk to Jeremy,
"You just couldn't live without me, huh?"
"I kinda missed my daily dose of cute stalker chick."
"Ha-ha. Funny."
"Let's play."
Anna walked around to the other side of the table, and I saw her face. I turned to a shocked Damon.
"Is that-"
"Pearl's daughter," he finished.
We watched the night progress, and followed her back to her hotel. We got in her room from the back, and she opened the door to Damon grasping at her throat.
He pushed them to the walked and choked each other, until Damon gave in.
"Damn, you're strong for your size," he said, coughing.
"That's what you said about me," I walked over and kissed his throat. All better!
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to find me," Anna said.
"How long have you been here, Annabelle?" I asked.
"I arrived around half-past Comet, watching you two screw up just about every chance to open that tomb." Snarky bitch.
"How'd you know abou the spell?" asked Damon.
"I didn't say much back then...Which means I heard everything."
"So if you've been here the whole time, how come we're just crossing paths now?" I asked, stepping closer. I was a good inch taller than her.
"I like to use others to do my dirty work," she brushed past me.
"Like Logan Fell?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, thanks for that by the way. Little bastard shot me," Damon commented. Anna laughed,
"Logan was an idiot,"
"Mhmm." I interrupted. She went on,
"We slipped him some blood when he started getting all poser-slayer with that compass. We needed his family's journal, I couldn't let him die."
"What'd you want with the Fell journal?" I asked.
"I thought it contained the location of the witch's spellbook. I was wrong. According to her journal Annariah gave the grimoire to Jonathan Gilbert. And according to this," she pulled out the Gilbert journal.
So she took it!
"...he gave it to your father. So now you're gonna help me find it."
"Why are we gonna help you?" I asked.
"Because we all want that tomb open," she handed him the journal, and Damon and I shared a look.
"Sorry. We work alone," I said and we walked out to the car, journal in hand.
I sped as fast as i could to the cemetery. The journal was buried in Giuseppe's grave.
Damon and I ran to the grave to find Elena with a flashlight and shovel, and Stefan climbing out of my father-in-law's grave.
"Well look what we have here," Damon said.
"An interesting turn of events," I added, crossing my arms.
"I can't let you bring her back, I'm sorry." Stefan started.
"Because you would let her rot in that tomb rather than let us kill her?" I countered.
"I'm sorry,"
"So am I. For thinking that for even a second I could trust you," I spat.
"You are not capable of trust! The fact that you're here means you read the journal and you both were planning on doing this yourself!" he yelled.
"Of course we were planning on doing this ourselves! We can only count on each other!" I yelled back.
"And you made sure of that many years ago, Stefan." Damon told him.
"But you... You had me fooled," I said to Elena.
"I bet you've been wondering through all of this, 'What's the deal with Stefan and Katherine? Why wouldn't he be okay with her dead, she's already rotting in a tomb...?'" Damon stepped forward.
"No, Cara. She doesn't need to know," Stefan begged.
"Oh, but she does," Damon backed me up.
Elena looked to her boyfriend, "Know what, Stefan?"
He bowed his head in shame.
"Will somebody please tell me what's goin on?"
"I ruined their wedding, okay? Katherine and I plotted against them, then I let Katherine turn me. I let her turn Damon, too, Damon against his will. All because I thought I loved Cara. But Elena, you have to know that I love you, not her. I haven't felt that way for Cara since I was turned." Stefan admitted.
Elena didn't seem too stunned by this.
"But why won't you just let them kill Katherine? Like Damon said she's practically dead already, why would it make a difference?" She asked Stefan.
"Because... She'd be dead..." this barely came out in a whisper.
"Why do you care?!" Elena was now yelling.
"Because, Elena. Stefan didn't just lose his feelings for Cara because he turned into a vampire," Damon started.
I looked Elena in the eye, and make my mark.
"It's because he's sired to Katherine."
Cliffhanger, anyone? Thanks sooo much for reading, I'm hoping you guys like it! Pretty, pretty, pretty please review and tell me what you think's gonna happen next, and what you liked/didn't like :) Until next time readers,
Cara Ann