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As soon as I got home from Salon Juliet, it was already nightfall. The only salon I go to, (and will ever go to), is all the way in LA. Like usual, I compelled myself a flight and had my hour-and-a-half-long haircut, then flew myself right back home.
When I walk into the Boarding House, I realized there was nobody home, so I went upstairs to admire my new cut once again. The layers really thinned out my giant mane, hopefully it'll keep out most of the heat that it used to come with during summer. Plus, the loss of my bangs really makes my eyes pop since they don't cover my face.
I'm wearing a black floral skirt that has a corset waist coming right over my belly button, and a hot pink crop top leaving about an inch of my skin exposed. I added multiple gold chains cascading over my large bosom and two unique gold rings and another with a black centerstone. My makeup consists of a nude-ish pink lipstick and natural colored eyeshadow. Freshly cut, healthy hair flutters down to my mid back, just over the top of the skirt.
I had to leave early this morning to get to LA and back in time, so I haven't seen Damon yet.
Oh! Speak of the devil..
"Look who's home! Wow... You hair looks beautiful," he awed.
"Thanks, D. I missed you, love." I gave him a tender kiss on the lips, and I pulled back and swiped his lower lip with my thumb, wiping the extra bit of gloss that'd rubbed off.
"So guess what the hairdresser's name was? And yes, I promise he was gay this time."
"Good...What was his name?" Damon asked as he rested his hands on my hips.
Remember how Damon said I was obsessed (I prefer dedicated) with that show True Blood? Well, my hairdresser happen to share the same name as my favorite character!
"Lafayette! Isn't that awesome?"
"I guess. I'm just glad it wasn't that guy Derek- last time I went to LA, he had his hands all over you!" I rolled my eyes.
Gosh. He overthinks everything.
"Damon, he was cutting my hair. Derek was bound to come in contact with my body at some point. Plus, he had a wife and three-" I suddenly stopped, feeling a presence downstairs. I gestured to Damon that there was someone else in the house. My senses are more defined because of my age- I'm the one who usually catches these things. We walked down into the parlour, to see Pearl sitting on our couch, facing the wall.
"Hello Damon, Cara."
"Ever heard of knocking?" I said.
"An invitation wasn't necessary... I'm surprised that no living person resides here..." She got up to face us, "Is it just you two and Stefan?" Annabelle walked up behind her.
"Yeah. How do you keep out unwelcome vampires?" she asked.
"Kill them." Damon rushed forward and tried to put Pearl in a choke hold.
Why does he feel he needs to be the violent one? I have over four hundred years on him, and Pearl is just about my age.
Pearl yanked his hand off of her neck, and threw him to the couch. I came over and sat with him, then popped his hand back into place like the nursing woman I am.
"I was hoping we could have a word," Pearl asked. We got ourselves comfortable, Damon draping his arm over my shoulder and I placed my hand on his leg.
I replied with a sigh, "Sure."
"We've taken residence at a farmhouse just outside of town. It'll suffice for now," she started.
"All twenty-five vampires?" Damon asked.
"Not all, some. I imagine that a few of them already left town, others are probably still in the woods or like us, acclimating."
"How did they get out of the tomb?"
"Just what I was thinking," I commented.
"Looks like the witch screwed up that part of her hocus-pocus," Anna chimed.
Pearl changed the subject, "I found from Anna that the Founding Families still have a secret council?"
"And you two are a part of it," Anna accused.
I covered up my lies with a scoff, "That's ridiculous."
"I've been in Mystic Falls since the comet, Cara. I'm up to speed. And so is my mother." Damon sighed and squeezed my shoulder.
"And now that you've infiltrated the council, I need to know everything they know- starting with a list of names of all the council members and their families. And everyone you've supplied with vervain, which will have to stop immediately," Pearl stated.
"What exactly are you trying to achieve?" Damon interrupted.
"Mystic Falls is our home, Damon. They took that from us. Our land, our home... It's time we rebuild."
I raised my red brows at her, "What are you, crazy? That was 1864! Wake up, woman. The world has moved on."
"As a reward for your help I am willing to give you two what you want most-"
"We want nothing," my fiance drawled.
"Katherine."
Damon and I shared a look.
"You wouldn't even know where she was. You've been underground for the past century and a half," Damon stated.
"Katherine and I were best friends long before we came to Mystic Falls, Damon. I know how she thinks, I know her patterns... I know how to find her."
I leaned forward in my seat, "First of all, you wouldn't bring Katherine to us if you're such close friends. All we want is to torture her and put a stake through her heart."
"Second of all, there's no way in hell either of us will play your little minions," D spat. He began to stand up, when Pearl sped forward and pushed him back onto the couch violently. I let out a wolfish growl, something I've been doing often, lately...
"I'm not asking for your help, Damon. Finding Katherine was just a gesture of kindness, the rest is non negotiable. And for your information, our friendship ended the minute she decided to escape the tomb without my daughter and I!" she yelled and she lunged for Damon as she said, "I have four hundred years on you, little boy-"
I bared my fangs as I stood up in defense and punched her square in the jaw, knocking her far away from Damon and into her daughter's arms.
"And I have thirty-five years on you, Pearl. I'll rip you limb from limb in the blink of an eye and you know it," I growled. Pearl and Anna hurriedly ran out of our house. I turned back to Damon and retracted my fangs.
"Ha! She better run. Bitch," I stated. Damon just sat there on the couch, staring at me with some weird look in his eyes.
"What?" I asked. All of the sudden, he pulled me forward, making me land on top of him in a straddling position as he started to furiously make out with me. Even though I'm still pissed about Pearl, I kind of went along with it. But then pulled back out of sheer curiosity, and he started to kiss down my neck.
"Geez, Damon... What's got you so riled up? I've only been away for thirteen hours..." I chuckled. He pulled up after leaving a big hickey right above my collarbone.
"You're so hot" was all I could make out from the mumble leaving his lips. Hig hands started traveling down to my thighs and he began lifting up my skirt, revealing the black lace lingerie I was wearing underneath.
I guess threatening some bitch of a vampire really turns him on. He pulled my face back to his, claiming me as his own. As if by bad luck, Stefan walks in. I detached out lips, sat back a bit on Damon's lap, and sighed,
"Well fuck me."
"Gladly," Damon flipped me onto the couch, obviously ignoring the fact that his little brother just stepped into the room. I pushed Damon off of me and stood up, and I saw that Stefan was covering his eyes and humming. Usually he just says "Eww! Gross!" and runs out of the room.
"Sorry, Stef... Don't look at me like that, he started it!" I thrusted my thumb at a smirking Damon.
"Oh, save me the lecture-" Damon was interrupted by someone crashing through the window, shattering all of the glass unto the floor. The mystery vamp took a shard and stabbed Stefan in the stomach, but Damon ran over and tackled him to the ground. They quickly got up, and started throwing punches. I went back to Stefan and pulled the glass from him, when another vampire comes in through the window. I bared my fangs and went at her.
I did I high kick, hitting her smack in the jaw, but she she quickly recovered. Damon's guy was thrown into a piece of furniture, Stefan ran over and quickly grabbed a shard of wood and staked the woman coming after me.
Damon's guy stood up from his spot near the fireplace, looked to his dead companion, back at Damon and I, then quickly left.
"I remember them! From 1864...They were in the tomb," Stefan exclaimed.
Oh shit..
I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, "Erm...yeah. 'Bout that..."
Stefan turned to Damon and I in shock. So we filled him in on our little 'chat' with Pearl and Anna as we cleaned up. Everything was almost put back in order, besides the dead vampire on the floor.
As Damon and I were getting the body over to the fire, Stefan was on the phone.
I knew it was Elena, so I didn't listen in. Hearing all of their teenage-love crap gets really annoying, and it doesn't interest me as much as it used to.
Damon and I were pretty tuckered out after the brawl, so we both had some blood and went to sleep.
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Stefan told Elena about last night. So now, at ten in the morning, she is over at my house bitching about it.
I didn't even bother to get dressed.
I'm sitting on the couch in my Jack Daniel's Old Time Tennessee Whiskey tank top, some random pair of tribal print leggings, and one of the most rare pieces of clothing you'll find in my fiance's wardrobe:
A navy blue zip-up. And it smells like Damon, too :)
Speaking of Damon- since Stefan barely knows how to use a nail and hammer, Damon's morning has been spent covering up the destroyed window. Just as he's finishing up, Stefan asks him what he thinks we should do.
"I say we go to Pearls, bust down the door and annihilate the idiot that attacked us last night."
My eyes lit up at this idea, "Perfect, I finally have the chance to wear my new combat boots!"
Stefan scoffed, "Yeah, and then what? Turn to the rest of the house of vampires and say, 'Oops. Sorry?'"
I shrugged nonchalantly.
"I can't believe you made a deal with her," Elena said.
"Ehh. It was more like a 'helpful exchange of information.' And it's not like I had a choice, she's...Scary," Damon replied.
"She is pretty scary, but ya know. I did kick her ass a bit," I chimed, "Besides-She's gonna help us find Katherine!" I rubbed my hands together in anticipation.
Elena rolled her eyes, "Of course she is. Cara and Damon get what they want, as usual, no matter who they hurt in the process."
...Man this bitch can whine.
Damon walked over and sat on the arm of the couch, "Don't have to be snarky about it..."
"Excuse me? I woke up this morning to find out that all the vampires in the tomb got out. I have the right to be snarky!"
Obviously, this isn't the only reason she thinks she's earned 'snarky.'
I let out a long, annoyed sigh.
"Wow," Damon let his butt slide over the arm of the couch, and he leaned his head back into my lap and crossed his legs before continuing, "How long are you gonna blame my Little Red for turning you birth mother into a vampire? All the over-dramatized whining is getting annoying."
I smirked.
"This is why I love you," I said, bending down and giving him a little kiss.
Elena crossed her arms and relaxed her expression abit, "Oh, I'm not blaming you, Cara- I've accepted the fact that you're a self-serving, immature bitch with no redeeming qualities."
"Ouch."
Stefan stepped between Elena and the couch, "This isn't being very productive... We're gonna figure out a way to deal with Pearl and the vampires, yeah?"
"Whatever. I'm still wearing my combat boots."
And with that, we went upstairs.
I started going through my closet, figuring out the PERFECT outfit for bombarding Pearl and the rest of the tomb vamps.
Just in case.
My new pair of combat boots aren't black, that's too stereotypical for me. They're actually a tannish-nude leather, with studs at the toe and heel. I matched it with my tan leather jacket, and some light jeans. But what should I wear on top...
"This one," Damon said.
I didn't even realize he was looking over my shoulder! He pulled out a sweet-but-sexy, very feminine strapless top with pink, red, and a bit of dark and light brown watercolor. It also had a quilted stitch that accentuated the bust.
"So I can throw my boobs in that guy's face while driving a stake through his chest?"
"Noo, to emphasize the fact that you're a girl kicking his sorry ass for breaking our window. And for your information, the boob throwing is for me." He smirked.
"You have a point! Okay, this one it is."
I used my vampire speed to change into the outfit (why waste any time?) and I decided to put my hair in a quick side-braid to keep it out of harm's way. I just did the same makeup as yesterday.
It was easy to do, and I'm too lazy to figure out something different. Plus nobody was there to see it so Ha-Ha :)
"Are you hungry?" Damon asked.
"Little bit. Good idea, though-"
"Powering up for the fight," he finished with a smirk.
"Okay, we seriously are the craziest couple I know."
I smiled back at him and we went down to the cellar and grabbed two AB- blood bags. AB- is suuuuuuuuuuuuper rare, and hopefully it'll give us a little extra boost. Stefan was getting ready to leave when we got back up to the parlour.
"I'm heading out to hunt," he said.
"Tell Bambi I send my condolences about his mother!" I yelled out to him. Walking out the door he throws me the finger. I shrug.
I dragged myself over to the couch and sunk in, turning on the TV.
Damon came over and sat down on my right, and I leaned into him.
"Wanna watch some TB moments?" I asked.
Since Damon and I have seen every season and episode of True Blood available, sometime we go back and watch the 'best moments.'
"Sure, but only the funny ones. The action ones are creepy... As if vampires drop into a pile of goo when they're staked," he scoffed.
"Totally. Oooh I love this one!"
I clicked on a Tara/Lafayette scene.
Tara is sat behind the bar at Merlotte's, her feet kicked up and reading a book. Lafayette walks in from the kitchen.
"Heyy, hookah! How you doin, whachu doin here?"
"I work here," she replies, not looking up from her book to greet her gay cousin.
"Oh no-the-hell you don't!" he exclaimed.
"Oh yes-the-hell I do, you ugly bitch. You need to make peace with dat."
"Aw shee-it. Boss must've lost his damn mind, 'cause you should NOT be allowed to work in NO sich-ee-ation, where you actually gotta interact with people!"
An overweight man walks up to the bar and sits down.
"That is so not true," Tara says. The man snaps at Tara and points to the empty space in front of him.
"Uh-uh-uh, you do NOT snap at me! I have a name. And that name is Tara," she chuckles, "Now idn't that funny? A black girl bein' named after a plantation?"
The man starts to laugh, but Tara cut him off with a scowl and leans over the bar.
"Naw, I don't think it's funny at all. In fact it really pisses me off that my mama was either stupid, or just plain mean. Which is why you, better be nice if ya plannin' on gettin' a drink tonight."
The man stutters.
"S-Sorry, ma'am."
Lafayette leans over the bar as Tara get up to get the man a drink.
"Oooh, how you doin?" he flirts. Tara scoffs.
"Lookit you. Scarin' that white boy,"
"Ain't nobody scarin' him! He too big to be scared, I likes me a big man...Lookit dat belly!"
"Don't you have somethin' to fry?" Tara interrupts. Lafayette gets up while saying,
"You can be my Santa Claus."
By now, I'm doubling over in laughter. Damon's laughing, too, and just as I'm about to fall off the couch, he picks me back up,
"Okay, that is definitely my favorite scene," he laughs.
I'm still trying to breath!
"Y-yeah...I...love...Lafa...yette!" I said between laughs.
"You know what I think?" Damon asked.
"What do you think?" I said, finally catching my breath.
"Tara is just like you back in the 80s."
"What? Nawww," I waved my hand at his face.
"Yeah you were! Didn't take crap from anybody, and funny as hell in such a twisted way."
And then it hit me.
"Oh my god...You're so right. Let's watch more Tara scenes!" I said, bending over to grab the remote off the ground. Damon smacked my ass in the process, but hey.
Damon is Damon and I love him for it.
We watched a few more little snip-its from TB, and as I got up to grab another blood bag, I realized Stefan wasn't home yet from hunting...
It's been over an hour.
I told Damon this, and we immediately went to look for him in the woods, but we couldn't find him. There's a pretty bad storm outside, too. Not good. Then Damon called Elena, but she didn't answer. Our next idea was to drive to town looking for him. To add to all of it, our calls are still getting rejected by Steffy's girlfriend. So, like the creeper I am, I drove up to her house and we stormed inside.
(After politely knocking, of course)
"You're ignoring me," Damon stated.
"Oh, 6 missed calls? Sorry, my phone's dead," Elena covered. Sloppily, might I add.
"Is Stefan here?" I asked, looking around.
Dropping her sassy tone, Elena stepped towards me, "No, why? Is something wrong?"
"He went out in the woods, and didn't come back," Damon answers.
"I can't get him on his phone, I figured he was here with you.." I mumbled, going through my Blackberry Curve and texting him rapidly with my speedy vamp-fingers.
Elena put her phone up to her ear, and paused before she infromed me that if went sraight to voice mail, meaning Stefan's phone was either dead, off, or he lost it in a struggle...
"Where could he be?" asked Elena.
I let out a sigh as I tucked a stray red curl behind my ear, "You're not gonna like what I'm thinking."
"PEARL! Open this door, or I swear to god I'll bust through and rip your fucking HEAD OFF!" I yelled.
We've found the house Pearl and the gaggle of tomb vampire are staying at, and I've been furiously banging on the front door for a full two minutes, now.
Finally, someone cracks the door. But it wasn't Pearl...
It was the guy that attacked us.
"Pearl's not home," he said. He opened the door slightly more, taking a look at the pouring rain.
"Beautiful weather, not a ray of sun in the sky..."
"Where's my brother?" Damon interrupted. The guy opened the door all the way, and snapped his fingers. Out comes Stefan, being held by two vampires, doubed over in pain.
"Oh, you're dead!" I lunged for Stefan, but was stopped by the invisible barrier I'd come across so many times.
"Woah, I'm sorry. You haven't been invited in... Mrs. Gibbons?" And old woman stepped beside the vampire.
"Yes, Fredrick honey?"
"Never let this evil woman in. Or her boyfriend," he compelled her.
"Fiance," I corrected. He looked back at me and I smirked.
"One hundred forty-five years left starving in a tomb, just from you two busting Katherine because of her little affair with your brother," Frederick spat, "The first few weeks, every single nerve in your body screams with fire... The kind of pain that can drive a person mad. Well, I thought your brother might wanna get a taste of that before I kill him. Bobby!" One of the men that was restraining Stefan suddenly plunged a stake through his stomach.
And I had to stand there and watch helplessly.
I stormed back through the woods in raging fury. The rain soaked through my clothes, it my hair look darker and almost blood-like as it was drenched. I could tell Damon was chasing after me, but then I spotted Elena approaching with an umbrella and I just can't deal with both of them right now.
I just sped straight to the car, slamming the passenger's door shut. Soon enough, they joined me in the car. Elena was in the backseat crying, until I heard her stop.
"Go to the school! Mr. Saltzman is a vampire hunter, he could help us!" she exclaimed.
"Sweetie, did my brother-in-law forget to mention that Damon killed him," I said slowly.
"No, he did. But Stefan told me he has this ring that protects him from supernatural death, he's still alive!" She said. Well, no time to question now. Damon hit the pedal to the floor on cue.
We got to the school, and I could already sense that it was just Alaric and a couple of janitors in the building. We easily got inside and Damon found Alaric just outside of his room.
"Well you look...Alive."
"You can't hurt me," he said, as I stepped forward.
"Ohh, I can hurt you alright," I smirked. Elena finally came forward, catching up with us.
"Mr. Saltzman, we need your help." She led us into his classroom where Damon and I leant against the window and Ric just casually at his desk. She filled him in on our little backstory..
"..So Stefan's in the house. Damon and Cara are vampires, they can't get in so we need you. I'd go but-"
"But your life is valuable," I stated, "Yours on the other hand..."
"Stefan told me about your ring," Elena confirmed.
"So let me recap- While I was upstairs, enjoying my bubble bath, you tried to kill Damon, he defended himself, you died, and according to Elena and Stefan, your ring brought you back to life. Am I leaving anything out?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, getting up, "The part where I go for him again and don't miss." I stepped in front of Damon protectively and snarled. Like a dog would. Hm.. weird.
"Mr. Saltzman, please. This is Stefan," Elena begged.
"I'm sorry, Elena. It's not my problem."
"Well that's a shame," Damon stepped in, "Because the woman in charge can help you find your wife."
"You're lying!"
"Am I? Why don't you ask her yourself?" he paused, "Coward."
Damon slung his arm around my waist and we began to walk out, Elena following behind. When,
"Alright, wait- I'll go." We turned around to Alaric.
"Okay then. You have any special toys?" Damon said.
"Ya know, to aid me in decapitating them?" I finished with a smile.
Alaric didn't respond, but pulled out a large black cloth and unraveled it on his desk. It was filled with a bunch of vampire hunting weapons. Vervain syringes, stakes, and other various killing tools.
"Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night." I chuckled at Damon's comment.
"Yeah, and I have you two to thank for it."
"What are these?" Elena asked, pointing to the syringes.
"These are tranquilizer darts filled with vervain."
"So, just get me in and I'll get Stefan out out," Damon stated, done with the silly questions coming from Miss GIlbert.
"So that's your plan? You're just gonna take them all yourself?"
And I thought we were done with the silly questions.
"No, Elena. He's going to sneak inside, get Stefan out of there, while I kick some ass with my five hundred-something super strength," I answered, popping my hip out slightly to the side.
"Definitely a little stealthier than Elena's plan," Damon commented. She ignored us, as reached for the vervain tranquilizer.
"What are you doing?" Alaric asked.
"I'm coming with you."
"Oh, nononononononononono. No way," I said.
She's gonna mess up my monster mojo!
"Stefan's going to need blood, I'm a willing donor. You guys need me!" She whined.
God, when does she stop with the whining?
"Stefan's going to need strong blood. He's basically my brother, blood sharing with him won't be a problem," I stated.
"I'm going!" she fussed. I ignored her, figuring it was the best bet.
Don't people say that when children throw tantrums, you're not supposed to pay attention?
"So when you get me in," Damon continued, "leave as fast as possible. I know how to sneak around without anyone hearing me, and Cara's very good in combat- you'll just get in the way."
"I want to be involved, it's my boyfriend we're saving!" Elena squealed.
"Uh...Okay, fine. You can drive the getaway car, but you're not going in the house," I said. I basically used the same tone any little girl would say to her friend about having 'prom Barbie' over 'doctor Barbie.'
Figure you use kid-like terms for dealing with a kid.
"You can't stop me, it's Stefan we're talking about here. You don't understand!"
"Oh, I understand, I understand," I cooed, "He's the reason you live, his love lifts you up where you belong! I get it," I smiled.
"Can you just be serious for two seconds? Gosh, it's like I'm speaking with a twelve-year-old."
Oh, look who's talking! Fine. I'll be serious.
"I can't protect you, Elena. Damon will be busy helping Stefan, and I don't know how many vampires are in there." I snapped, "That's how long it takes you to get your head ripped off. I need to get in, and get out without making a mess. That mean's I can't be distracted by your safety!"
She looked at me with teary eyes.
"I know it's hard Elena... I get it."
I patted her arm, meaning what I said. There was an awkward pause.
"Well, if we're gonna do this, let's do it. Come on," Alaric said, packing up his equipment.
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We waited at the back door of the house for just about five minutes, when finally Alaric opened the door with Mrs. Gibbons by his side.
"Oh, I'm sorry. They're not allowed in the house," she said.
"Get her out of the house. Now." Damon commanded. Alaric pushed her gently outside of the house, and I grabbed her shoulders, looking down into her eyes.
"Tell me, Mrs. Gibbons- Are you married? Parents, children, anyone who lives inside this house with you?"
"No, no. It's just me."
"No? Good." I snapped her neck and walked inside.
"Damon, I sense him downstairs. There must be some sort of basement, you got it?" I said, like as if nothing happened.
"Yup. Be careful," He pecked me on the lips and headed downstairs where I was left by a dumbfounded Alaric.
"Cara! She was human! You could've compelled her!" he whisper-yelled.
"It doesn't work that way, Ric. Now get outta here before ya get yourself hurt," I shooed him away.
I hid a darkened little corner, until someone was sent into the kitchen. I grabbed him, and slid the stake from the sleeve of my leather jacket, and killed the S.O.B. before he could make any struggle noises. Now I'm going to try and find Fredrick to kill him and only him, hopefully getting out of here without spilling too much blood.
I left the kitchen and took a second to see if I could sense Damon in any danger, when I spotted Fredrick out of the corner of my eye. I sped over and crushed him against the wall, lifting him a few inches off of the ground and bared my fangs. He looked conflicted, as if he was unsure if he could hit me or not since I'm a girl.
What a fool.
I gave him a right upper hook, and kneed him in the groin. Just as I was bout to snap his neck, another two vampires were dragging me backward by my biceps. I flung my left fist upward, catching one of the guys noses on the back of my hand as he fell backward. Once my left arm was free I did a spinning kick to my right and hit the other guy in the ribcage with my combat boot. I went again for Fredrick, still on the ground, and we wrestled for a bit until the two guys came back form their three-minute coma. I was ambushed, then all of the sudden the struggle was gone. I turned to see Alaric with a double-headed stake gun, and the two vampires laying face-down on the floor. Dead.
I got up to face Ric, but Fredrick got away!
"I'm going after him!" I frantically ran through the house. I was in an upstairs bedroom when Damon found me and told me he'd gotten Stefan back to the car with Elena. We continued to look around the house, with no luck, and met back up with Alaric downstairs.
"He's gone," I said.
"Well, let's get out of here." We walked to the door, and stepped onto the porch, when fifteen or so vampire emerged from the woods.
"Erm..Ric? How many of those vervain darts ya got left?" He turned to me and scowled.
"One."
"That's not gonna be enough..."
We ran back inside the house and heard Pearl behind the back entrance banging on the door.
"So, the thing you said about finding my wife...That was a lie?" Ric clarified.
"Yep. Sorry dude," Damon replied.
The three of us stood in battle position as she opened the door and observed the half-dozen dead vampires on the ground.
"What have you done?" she exclaimed.
"Me? You're 'merry little vampire gang' spent the day torturing my brother," Damon said, walking up to Pearl. She bowed her head in shame.
"Trust me, the parties responsible with it will be dealt with,"
I interrupted, stepping closer to her, "Well our little arrangement doesn't work it you can't control them."
"It wasn't supposed to happen,"
"Well it did!" I brushed past her, and saw Damon get up in her face.
"If I had a good side- not a way to get on it." Damon walked over, placing a hand on the small of my back as he escorted us out of the house.
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We walked into the Boarding house, fully exhausted and ready for bed. Elena informed me that she got Stefan home safely, and that he'd killed Fredrick outside the house before they left.
Sure, I wanted to do it myself, but hey.. Atleast he's gone.
We walked into the living room, but I noticed an empty blood bag on the coffee table.
"Damon, I told you to throw those away when you're done," I said. My eyes trailed over to find multiple bags scattered on the floor...
"Those aren't mine." We shared a look, but my eyes bugged out when I saw who was responsible.
"St- Stefan?"
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