A/N: Hello my very patient readers! So, so sorry about the long wait. I've been swamped with work, but I hope you'll forgive me :) This is where the story really starts to go AU, and I'm sorry if you get a little confused- I'm still working out some things myself. If you have any questions/opinions please, please review and let me know! I kind of left off right before finishing the last scene, so sorry about that, but here's that little ending to start you off:) The whole chapter is in Cara's POV. There's links for all of Cara's outfits/accessories on my profile, make sure to check them out!

***Since they don't know about Tyler's species yet, Cara just calls him by his actual name.***

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Vampire Diaries. Just my lovely redheaded OC :)

We're still at the cemetery, and Stefan has yet to hand over the grimoire. After all of this shit Damon and I had gone through, we finally realized that the only real explanation for Stefan to team up with us was because he'd been threatened to do so. Obviously we knew it had to be Katherine. My prediction is, before she was dragged off to that burning hell hole, she told/made Stefan promise he'd keep Damon and I from opening the tomb and killing her. And if he didn't... Well, that's the part we couldn't figure out.

Elena looked over to Stefan with doubt laced in her features, "Does this mean... You can't love me?"

"No, Elena. I will always love you... The thing is, Katherine told me that she needed to stay in the tomb. That I needed to make sure of it, and it was for her own good..." he trailed off.

"He's saying that due to his sire bond, if we open the tomb and get Katherine out, something bad will happen to Steffy Dearest," Damon explained.

"Then you guys can't open the tomb! If we make sure that Stefan follows the one command Katherine gave him, then the sire bond won't have any hold over Stefan anymore, and nothing bad will happen!" Elena protested.

"Oh, but that's where you come in. You can be the one thing that will make it worth the tragedy Stefan will have to endure..." I sped over to Elena, putting her in a choke hold as I bit into my wrist and shoved it near her mouth, forcing my 600 year old blood down her throat.

"No!" Stefan yelled.

"Now hand over the spell book before I snap her neck, because I can assure that you'd rather face your weird sire-bond-consequence then let your girlfriend be immortal," I spat.

"I'm not handing you the book until she's standing right next to me, Cara," he reasoned.

"See, now I can't trust that you'll give it up!"

Because I'll never trust you again.
Yeah. My thoughts are all dark now.

"Give the book to me, Stefan, and I'll escort your girl back to your side," Damon stepped in.

Stefan handed the book to Damon slowly, and my fiance grabbed Elena by the arm and jerked her toward Stefan. They embraced tightly, shooting me deathly glares.

Who cares. I have the book and soon we'll have revenge.

Damon and I sitting are on the couch, finally at some peace now that we had the grimoire. I tried to push out of my head the fact that we still needed to get Bonnie, but it definitely makes it easier being like this; Damon's sitting in the corner, resting somewhat on the arm of the couch, and I'm in between his long legs, leaning against his back with his arms around me holding the book in front of both of our eyes and his chin rested atop my head.

"Anna took Elena," Stefan barged in.

"Yeah, I got that from your last 600 voice mails," Damon said.

Like we cared what was going on with Elena right now.

"Damon, all night I've been to every single street in town, searching. And what if Cara's blood hasn't passed out of her system?"

"Well at least you know you'll see her again," I answered, not moving from my comfortable spot. Stefan sat down and lowered the book in Damon's hands, looking me in the eye.

Ugh! I don't wanna get all serious right now...I'm too cozy.

"Please, what do you know? You met with Anna- you must know where she was living, just tell me where I can find her."

I processed this, lolling my head from side to side a bit.

"No."

"You can leave now, Stefan. Really," Damon offered.

"You know, all I can remember is hating you. It was before Katherine got to me, and I thought I loved Cara-" Damon looked up to him, ready to pounce. He dropped his hands, resting one on my thigh and the other wrapped around my torso protectively as the green-eyed monster crept up inside of him.

"-and there might've been a time where that was different... before I had those feelings for her. But your choices, both of you, have erased anything remotely good about you. I also know that you have just enough reason to hate me. This all began with me... I teamed up with Katherine out of jealousy and rage, with intentions of destroying your life together, and you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."

Damon squeezed my thigh, and said

"Apology accepted."

"So please, Cara Ann... Just tell me what you know," he begged.

I can't believe he used my full name just to get to me! Only D calls me by my full name...

I folded the book closed and set in on the other side of the couch. Damon and I kept quiet.

"It's Elena. If you know something, tell me," Stefan urged.

Damon nudged me a bit, and I got off the couch and walked to the door. I watched from the doorway when Damon stood up a bit more slowly, let out a sigh and stood up to Stefan.

"I mean this sincerely... I hope. Elena. Dies." My fiance walked over to me and we headed into our room together, leaving Stefan in shock in the middle of the library.

I sighed loudly, and I plopped myself down onto our Cal King size bed.

"I hate him."

"I hate him too," Damon plopped down beside me. I turned my head towards him, ocean eyes meeting icy blue.

"I love you, though."

"I love you too, Red." He lent forward, kissing the tip of my nose. I scrunched it in response.

Hey, I'm ticklish! Who the hell cares!

"We still need to get Bonnie for the spell," I stated.

"Let's stop at the Grill first for a drink."

"Okay," Damon swung one of his legs around me, sitting up and straddling my hips in the process. He offered his hands, then I grabbed them and he yanked me upwards. Damon stepped of the bed and walked towards our closet and pulled out one of my favorite cropped leather jackets. I stood up to and grabbed his keys off of the nightstand. We traded items and headed out the door to our hangout.

We stepped out of the car in the Mystic Grill parking lot, Damon automatically coming to my side. He pulled me toward him, obviously craving body contact. I slung my right arm around his waist and he slid his hand across into the left pocket of my jeans. I reached up and kissed his cheek, then slid my hand into his back pocket and gave his ass a squeeze. He chuckled and we walked into the restaurant and over to the grill.

"I'll have vodka and redbull," I ordered.

"Bourbon."

The bartender went to get our drinks and we sat down in the stools. I let out a long sigh but then I heard someone yell out,

"Hey, Fireball!" I turned around to see Tyler Lockwood, at the pool table no doubt, with Matt who seemed to be busing the table that Jeremy occupied with his homework.

"Hi, Tyler." I took my drink and Damon and I walked over to their area.

"Lockwood," Damon greeted.

"Salvatore." I don't know why but these two just don't seem to like each other. Oh well, I don't like the guy much either.

He's kind of a dick.

There was only on chair at the table where Jeremy was at so I sat on D's lap.

"So, what's the teenage scoop these days?" I asked.

"There's this party at Duke's tonight-guy's got 10 kegs! Do you know how much damage we could do with 10 kegs?" Tyler said enthusiastically. Matt walked over with a tray of dirty dishes.

"Duke's a douche."

"A douche with 10 kegs, AKA my new best friend." Tyler corrected.

I rolled my eyes and Jere scoffed.

"What's the problem, Gilbert?" Tyler looked over to Jeremy, annoyed. He doesn't seem to like Jeremy, either.

"Don't have one, Lockwood."

What's up with the last name thing? Weirdos.

"Yeah, I didn't think so." Tyler threatened.

"You ever get bored of it?" Matt asked. I looked at Damon, seeing we shared the same confused look, then back to Matt to finish his sentence.

"Of what?" Tyler replied.

"Yourself."

I let out a big, HA!

"Way to go, Busboy," Damon fist-bumped him.

"Nice one, Matty!" I high five him on his way out.

Tyler shot me a glare, "Keep laughing, Garfield."

"Whatever, Tyler. You bore me anyways. Bye Jere! Come on, Damon- let's blow this Popsicle stand!" I hopped off the stool and we left the bar, and I noticed Damon throw Tyler the finger.

He got it goooood!

"Let's go get that Bennett witch," Damon said.

"Awesome. You drive."

We climbed back into the car, I turned on the radio in the background as we drove. I always listen to music in the car... I just have a thing for it.

"You know where she lives, right babe?" I asked.

Damon scoffed, "Of course I do. I, uh... It's... uh..."

"Pfft, you do not! Liar. Don't worry, I'll call Caroline," I pulled out my Blackberry and scrolled through my contacts, landing on the picture of my perky blonde friend and I hit Call.

"Hey!"

"Hi Care, what's up?"

"Well, you'll be glad to know that I worked things out with Matt. We're official! He didn't even want the escape clause!"

"You offered him an out?"

"I didn't know if the kiss was a mistake or not, and I didn't want anything to be weird."

"That was smart of you,"

"Thanks!"

"So anyways, I was calling because I have some of Bonnie's makeup, and I wanted to return it to her, but I've never been to her house. Could you help me out?" Damon gave me a thumbs up for my cover story.

"Sure, no problem..."

Caroline went on giving me detailed directions to her house, and Damon followed them. I thanked her and hung up as we pulled up the driveway.

"I'll do the talking, alright?" Damon said.

"Okay, I'll knock," I politely knocked on the witch's door..

A woman with caramel colored skin and dark lipstick opened the door.

"Yes?"

"We're looking for Bonnie," he started.

"She's not here."

"Oh, do you know when she might be-"

She interrupted Damon, her mouth formed in a tight line, "Never."

I raised my eyebrows at her.

"You have quite an opinion for someone who doesn't know him," I defended.

"Well you two have some nerve knocking on a Bennett witch's door and asking for anything."

Excuse me?

"What'd I do?" Damon asked.

"Yeah, what'd he do?"

"The spirits talk, Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore. And so does my granddaughter, you are no friend to us. Now get off my porch," she threatened. Damon walked up to the threshold.

"Step outside and say that."

Out of nowhere, Damon doubled over in pain touching his head. I bent beneath him, cupping his face looking for answers.

"What are you doing to him, witch?" I growled.

"I am not Bonnie. You don't wanna mess with me." She stepped back inside her house and slammed the door. Damon sighed in relief.

"Damon, are you alright? Do you need blood?" I patted him down.

"I think I'm okay..." I held onto him and sped us back to the car, seeing there was no one nearby.

I leaned him against the hood of his car and latched my arms around his shoulders, burying my face in the crook in his neck.

"Carabear, I'm fine. Just a little headache after that," he consoled me.

"It scared me, okay?" He loosened my grip on his shirt and brushed a few curls behind my ear.

"I'm fine now, no worries. Let's just go home. You can drive if it makes you feel better," I smiled big and grabbed the keys right from his pocket and hopped into the driver's seat.

"Yay! Loooooooooooooove you!" I kissed him on the cheek when he sat down into shotgun.

I rarely get to drive his car! This is awesome!

I stood at the door frame to the hallway, snooping on Stefan who was at the top of the stairs on the phone. I held a blood bag in my hand, using a orange curly straw.

I realized it was Anna Stefan was talking to by the way his face tensed up.

"Elena's fine... For now. Tell me you have the grimoire and she'll stay fine."

"I can get it,"

"Which means you brother has it. And I have the witch, so one of you better meet me in the very public town square in thirty minutes so we can discuss how fun it'll be to work together."

She hung up.

No way in hell are we giving Stefan that spell book. Stefan turned around and spotted me.

"Go ahead, grovel again. Oh wait! No, I don't care."

I left and went back to Damon in our room.

"So, Annabelle threatened Elena, blah blah blah, she has Bonnie, blah blah, and now she wants us to bring her the grimoire so we can put the pieces of the puzzle together and open this tomb," I explained.

"She wants to team up? Pshh."

"I know. Let's just meet her at the town square and try to negotiate. She said she'd be there in half an hour," I jumped onto the bed next to Damon sitting up on the headboard, as he was reading the ancient book.

"She's doing this in public so we can't kill her...Smart girl. All right, babe. Let's go," Damon swung his legs off the bed stood up. I got on my knees and crawled to the edge of our bed, then turned him around (where my eyes only met his chin) and I grabbed his shirt. He smirked and dropped his hands to my waist.

"You know... We do have just enough time for a good old-fashioned make out before we leave..."

He smiled, a small trickle of laughter leaving his lips as he slowly bent toward me, his lips grazing mine ever so softly. My hand instinctively met the side of his cheek, slowly urging his lips harder against mine. It was as if every ounce of me wanted his lips on mine, to feel his hands as they traced the contour of my body. I felt his hands pull me closer, as close as physically possible. The urgency in the kiss was unbearable. I wanted him; I wanted every fiber of his being. I ran my hands through his hair, pulled his face to mine. God, my man can kiss. It was just so enchanting...his cologne, the way his hands were entangled in my curly red locks, pressing my lips against his with a more urgent pace. Passion and lust flowed freely between us as we broke the kiss and his eyes bore holes into mine. His arms encircled my waist once more, only to slip down to my ass in a matter of seconds. He gave it a tight squeeze, his large hands almost covering my bum.

"Okay, let's go." He licked his lips and just walked away.

"What?!"

"It'll take us twenty minutes to get there, we gotta go now," he yelled back to me in a sing-song voice, already going down the stairs.

I vamp-sped down to the door and glared at him.

"You little tease!" I walked out to my car and slammed the door shut. Oops! Sorry, Darcy.

I just hate it when he does that! Ugh. Fuck him.

Yes PLEASE!

Shut up, brain. You have that for later.

Damon got into the passenger seat of the car and we drove to the plaza in silence... He just smiled to himself knowing how annoyed I was with him. Oh, he's gonna get it later!

Anyways, after we parked downtown we overheard Jeremy asking Anna to a party later that night. Anna accepted and she looked like she was excited for the date. God, if she even lays a finger on Jeremy I'll kill the bitch! Anna was sitting on a bench and Damon and I joined her.

"Got a hot date, or are you just planning on 'napping the entire Gilbert family?" I asked.

"Party, right next to the old cemetery," she replied matter-of-factly, "Isn't that nice of them? Plenty of warm bodies for a bunch of starving, old vampires..."

"I told you, we work alone," Damon stated.

"Yeah, so do I. But you two are minus a witch and I'm minus a spell book. So what do you say?" Damon and I shared a look.

"Stefan will come after you, you know that?" I told her.

"For messing with Elena," Damon finished.

"Then he won't be too happy when I kill her if I don't get what I want," she started to walk away, but I let out a sigh and called to her,

"Okay, when do you wanna do this?" Anna turned back to face me.

"Tonight. After sundown... Meet at the church," and with that, she left.

Well. Guess we're getting our revenge after all!

We drove back to the house, reminiscing about all the things we're gonna do to Katherine when we get her out of that tomb...

"-Then I'll slit her throat and watch her bleed out, and when the first cut heals I'll do it over and over again!" Damon growled.

I laughed and gulped down my glass of bourbon. Damon grabbed his jacket off the chair I was leaning against, and I pulled him back and crashed my lips onto his as I wrapped my arms around his neck and standing on my tippy-toes, pressing my D cups into his chest. I wanted to tease him the way he did me, and I knew this way the way to do it. He reacted just the way I wanted him to, he let out a deep growl and got completely lost in the kiss. I wasn't sure how I was going to cut him off the way he did, but then almost like a gift from heaven Elena walks in. I lowered myself back onto my feet, and greeted Elena like nothing was happening. I was still super pissed at her for lying to us, so naturally I greeted her sourly.

"Oh, I'm gonna have to change the locks...Stage a jailbreak?"

"Stefan..." Elena trailed off, probably scared about what was gonna happen due the sexual tension in the room. I just smiled to myself, the way Damon had done earlier. My fiance was still standing in that spot in front of the chair at the desk, mouth hanging open.

"Ahh Brother.. Forever the White Knight. Damon, sweetie, shut your pretty little mouth. Don't wanna catch flies," I teased. He turned to me with narrowed eyes, completely ignoring Elena's presence, and said this:

"I would say 'screw you,' but it'd just be too tempting." Damon stepped closer to me, and awkwardly Elena shouted

"I convinced Bonnie to help you!" I stepped around Damon and replied,

"I doubt that." I smacked Damon in the arm when I caught him staring down my shirt.

Damn the fact that he's five inches taller than me!

Elena continued, coming down to the lower level of the library.

"I'm not gonna say that I'm sorry we got the grimoire without you two last night, because... I'm not, really."

"Well at least you're honest," Damon commented.

"I'm trying to protect the people I love. But, so are you...In your twisted ways. And as hard as it is to figure, we're all on the same side after the same thing."

"Sure we are," I started to walk away.

"Not interested," Damon finished, coming with me.

"Yes you are! Cause you were willing to work with us yesterday!"

Damon and I turned around simultaneously, the ground now clear between us.

"Fool me once, shame on me..." he started.

"You figure out the rest." I grabbed grimoire along with Damon's hand and we left for the church, leaving Elena to get her own ride.

We walked to our meeting place near the cemetery, finding Stefan, Elena (have no idea how she got there so quick) and both of the Bennett witches.

"Brother, witches," Damon greeted.

"You guys ready?" Stefan asked.

"Been ready for a hundred and seventy years, Stef." I answered. Damon grabbed my hand as he led us all down to the tomb. Bonnie and her grandmother, whose name I learned was Sheila, set up three torches and Sheila went to light them.

"Earth, wind, fire," she spoke.

"Water," Bonnie handed her a water bottle, and the witch poured the clear liquid around her 'spell area thingy'

"Tap water? That's it?" Elena scoffed.

"As opposed to what exactlly?" I countered.

"I just figured it'd have to be blessed or mystical or something."

I chuckled, amused by her stupidity. I then pulled out the blood bag from my back pocket.

"What's that?" Stefan asked.

"It's for Katherine, gotta have something to get her up-"

"Aren't you just going to kill her?"

"-so we can knock her back down with horrendous torture. Geez, Stefan. Didn't I teach you as a boy not to interrupt?"

Stefan stayed silent.

"Unless your girlfriend would offer a vein to tap?" Damon asked.

"We're ready," Bonnie said, breaking the uncomfortable situation.

"Then let's take this bitch down once and for all!" Damon chanted.

I squeezed his hand as I felt veins protruding beneath my eyes, I am ready.

"Fes Matos Sal Vis Nas Ex Malon, Terra Mora Vantis Quo Incandis, Et Vasa Quo Ero Signos," the witches began to chant.

"What are they saying?" Elena asked.

"Sounds Latin," Stefan commented.

"It's not. I would know," I answered. In my time I've become very bi-lingual. I'm fluent Spanish, French, Italian, Hebrew, and Latin.

The cement in the walls started to creak, and I looked ove rmy shoulder to see the tomb door crack open.

I am just so...shocked, "It worked..."

"Don't you have some fires to build?" Damon told Stefan.

"I'll be right back, Elena."

And with that he left.

"Come on," I grabbed Elena's arm.

"Woah, you're not taking her in there!" Bonnie argued.

"Of course I am, so you wont seal us in there!"

"I'll close the doors either way," Sheila said.

"Enough! They need leverage. Cara just wants to know that you wont shut the door once they get inside. I get it...I'll go," Elena complied. I wouldn't have done it any other way.

Damon grabbed one of the lit torches and led the way into the tomb. We walked through the stony halls, I could hear moans and whispers throught the tunnels.

"What's that?" Elena asked.

"They can sense you." Damon and I picked up the pace, leaving Elena behind

"Now, where is that little slut..." I murmured.

Damon and I scowered through all of the desicated bodies, looking for he face. we ran and ran, getting more frustrated by the second. We reached the last trail, and she wasn't to be found.

"God Dammit! She's- She's not here! Damon, She's NOT HERE!"

I kicked the wall in frustration, breaking off a few pieces of rock and I began to pace.

"No, she's got to be here! Cara, she has to be here! No no no no, this can't happen!"

Stefan came bounding into the room

"What?"

"SHE'S NOT HERE!" Damon screamed at him and threw the blood bag into the wall.

I stopped pacing when realization hit me. I looked to Stefan, angry tears marred my face.

"You knew...you knew she wasn't here, didn't you?"

His eyes lit up, as if he had just discovered this as well.

"Katherine compelled me..." he whispered. Damon sped over in front of Stefan and met him eye to eye.

"To what? What did she compel you to say, Stefan?"

Silence.

"ANSWER ME!"

"She...I-I truly believed she was in the tomb, Damon, I swear. Katherine must have used me as a cover. I... I don't think she was ever in the tomb," Stefan said this, putting all the pieces together right in front of us.

"This is all of your fault!" Damon shouted.

I just don't understand!

"Cara, Damon, we have to get out of here NOW!"

"It...Doesn't make sense, they locked her inside!" I paced again, grasping tightly at my red hair.

"If we don't leave now, we're never getting out!"

"Damon...How can she not be in here?" I asked.

"It's not worth spending all of eternity down here-" I turned around to Stefan and yelled

"NO!"

"It's not worth it, just-"

Elena came in, "Please!"

My fangs poked through my gums as anger rose through me. I lunged for the human, but Damon grabbed me and pulled my back into him. I looked up to him with my blood filled eyes, the bright green and blue making insane contrast. He wrapped an arm around me and we sped to the front of the tomb, running out of the stone door just in time.

Damon and I walked out in silence, not even watching as Elena and Stefan checked over to see that Jeremy was unharmed. Damon pulled me towards him for an embrace, when Stefan walked over and touched my shoulder.

I looked up at him with my teary eyes, and he pulled me into his chest...I don't remember the last time he hugged me, and frankly I was so stunned I didn't hug him back. I just feel...numb. But he held me, like...just like he used to, cradling my head with one of his hands as the other rubbed circles across my back.

He pulled back, slid his hands back into his pockets with a sympathetic look on his face, and walked away with Elena.

"Let's... Get Anna and Pearl. They knew, they deserve to die," Damon growled.

With that, the anger overtook me and leaving the car I ran to the hotel I knew Anna had been staying from our previous encounter. I sat in the chair placed in the corner of the crappy residence, with Damon sat on the arm, his hand resting protectively on my shoulder. Anna and Pearl walked in.

"You knew Katherine wasn't in there," I stated.

"You wouldn't have helped me."

I lunged for Pearl, grasping her throat tightly.

"Why do you get a happy ending?!"

"Cara, please, you wouldn't have helped me! You know you won't!"

"Why did you get the prize and I don't!?"

"The guard, the one at the church," Pearl gasped, "The one who locked us in... she promised to turn him. He was obsessed with her! She had him..under...her spell...like...your brother...He let her go!"

I dropped the old vampire in shock, my brows furrowed together. Anna cradled her weakened mother and I paced back around the room...

"Last time I saw her was Chicago, 1983...I'm sorry," she said. Damon frowned at this information, and came and pulled me along with him out of the door.

A/N: Well, there it is! I hoped you liked it, and again- so, so, sooo sorry about the wait! I promise the next update will be by Thursday. Please, please, please review and tell me what you think! I appreciate it sooo much! Don't forget to check out my profile for links to outfits/accessories for the full effect!One last thing before I go... I've been pondering the idea of adding lemons to this story. As you can tell I could've totally put a sex scene where that hot make-out was, but I wanted all of my readers to be okay with that before I started to write smut. So basically a simple YES PLEASE, SMUT SMUT SMUT! or No! I'm too innocent! would suffice in a review.

Until Thursday my lovelies,

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