As I filled Katherine in, Stefan came to listen, when he did so I quickly realized that Damon had put vervain in the care package he had given Stefan. I realized right awayI would be unable to take the boundary spell down. While vervain didn't hurt me like it did vampires, I was severely allergic to it and it weakened me. I had been sneezing for hours and was wheezing breathe, it wouldn't kill me but I was very uncomfortable, and I swore I'd make Damon pay.

I had to stay as far away from Stefan as I could, and Katherine wandered back and forth between us. Stefan wasn't sure what to make of my story, I assured him Elijah wanted to protect Elena and even Katherine tried to convince him. Stefan wasn't convinced but he did try to convince me not to be mad at Damon. I assured him my anger would pass all too soon and I wouldn't kill him when I got my revenge.

Later that day we were visited by my father, he didn't look all surprised to see me stuck in the tomb. I was hanging out at the entrance while Stefan and Katherine were deeper in. Stefan suggested being near the entrance would help dull the affects the vervain had on me. It had helped somewhat, not to be in the presence of the vervain, but the affects still lingered, and it would until Iwas away from the vervain and had some blood.

"I figured I'd find you here when I didn't hear back from you. I assume Damon has your phone." He said nonchalantly. I could tell he was worried, by the way his eyes narrowed when he looked at me.

I nodded, grateful he was going to point out how awful I looked. Dr. Martin lowered the spell, and then looked at me.

"I've seen you do some magic, why couldn't you do this?" He asked confused.

I frowned, "Damon gave Stefan vervain, and I'm severely allergic to it. It weakened me, I can't do complicated spells around it."

"Which means Damon planned on sticking you in here all along." My dad said.

I nodded, "Apparently so, even before Rose suggested he couldn't trust me."

"Which means he did it to keep Stella safe." Stefan spoke up, as he joined us. Damon has this thing where he thinks he can keep people safe if he locks them up."

"He had a boundary spell put on Elena's place today." I added, to prove Stefan's point. I wanted my ex to pay, but I didn't want him dead.

"Elijah." Katherine gasped out as she too joined us at the entrance.

"Good evening Katerina. Thank you for having the good sense to be frightened." He greeted Katherine and then turned to Stefan. "Your release has been requested.

"What? By who?"

"The lovely Elena drives a hard bargain. However, we reached a peaceful agreement, she and I. Please come." He motioned for Stefan to walk out of the tomb.

"I can't." Stefan said.

"Yes, you can. I've had the spell lifted." My father replied. "Estelle?"

I walked out of the tomb over to his side. Stefan hesitantly walked over to join us. Katherine saw her chance and tried to make a break for it; but Elijah stopped her and compelled her to stay in the tomb.

"As for you however, you should not exit until I say so. When Klaus comes, he'll want to know exactly where you are." Elijah turned to Stefan. "You're free to go. Elena will explain the arrangement to you. If she keeps her word, I'll keep mine.

He took my arm and gently pulled me alongside him, out of the tomb. I could hear Katherine pleading with Stefan, not to let Elijah leave her in there. Once outside the tomb, I took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air.

"I hate vervain." I growled.

My father smirked at me. "Let's go get you cleaned up, daughter. Then you can tell me what happened today."

I nodded and we said goodbye to Dr. Martin. My father picked me up with vamp speed and vamp sped us to an apartment he had found. After a shower and clean clothes I emerged from the bathroom to join my father in his kitchen.

He handed me a takeout bag from the Mystic Grill. "Thought you might want real food," he said.

"Yes, thank you." I replied taking it. "I'm going to need some blood too. The affects from the vervain won't completely go away until I have blood." I sat down to eat the food my father had retrieved for me.

"Where are your clothes?"

"I used a vanishing spell on them, I had to get rid of them, washing the vervain out doesn't work, even if there is just a trace it bothers me. I'm going to have to get rid of your clothes as well, since you carried me."

Elijah nodded and slipped out of the room to change. He came back with the clothes in a bag, I made sure nothing touched them so there is no more contaminated clothing in the apartment."

I pulled out my wand and pointed to the bag, "Evanesco." I said clearly. Usually I could do wordless and wandless magic, but the vervain had weakened me enough that I needed my wand.

"Want to fill me in on what happened?"

I sighed, "I forgot the way my ex-husband thinks. He tries to protect people he cares about but his methods of protecting are questionable. He was worried, about Stefan, about me and between Rose and Elena and us he couldn't divide his attention so many ways. So by trapping me with Stefan he didn't have to worry about either of us. Least I know he didn't do it because he didn't trust me, he already had it planned before Katherine told him I was your daughter. Although I'm not sure if he still trusts me or not after that."

"What?! How did she know that?" Elijah asked surprised.

"Apparently she ran into my mother, who told her. She didn't believe her until, I said I had been wanting to meet you for years. Then she believe what mother said, because she knew the only person I'd been wanting to meet for years was my father."

My father nodded. "Why did he give Stefan vervain?"

"Making sure we stayed trapped, he assumed correctly if I could take the spell down all three of us would have gone free. He can't have Katherine free, thankfully it seems his obsession with her is gone."

"Hmm. I suspect it died when he found out she hasn't been in the tomb all these years."

"Ah, I wondered about that, well until this morning when Katherine told me what she's been up to." I finished eating and threw my trash away. My father handed me a mug with blood in it. "Thank you." I told him as I finished.

I walked over and embraced him, he hugged me back. "I was worried when I didn't hear from you."

I nodded, "I'm sorry." I started crying.

He led me to the living room, which was comfortably furnished. We sat on the couch and he just held me as I cried. It has been a long day I was tired, and still felt weak (only sleep would help with that) and I felt betrayed (even knowing the warped reasoning behind it). I cried out my tears and I fell asleep in my father's arms feeling safe and loved.