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1864…

A carriage carrying two men, Andrew and Roger, the driver and passenger respectively, drove down a dirty path, not thinking anyone would ruin their quiet trip but they were completely wrong.

Abigail Pierce looked up, hearing the wheels of the carriage, and had to hold back a smirk at the sight of the carriage. Putting her plan in action, she let out a fake sob as she hopped to her feet and started running to the carriage.

"Please! Please, help us!" The carriage came to a stop as Abigail made it there over there, her cheeks wet with tears and her eyes filled with panic as she began to plead with them.

"Please, my husband, he's been hurt! Please help him!" she cried in a panic.

One of the men, Andrew came out of the carriage and ran over to the man as the other one, Roger, got out of the carriage and stood before Abigail.

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" he asked worriedly. "It's not safe."

"No." Abigail started to say with a smirk. "No, sir. It's not safe." She let her face change into that of a vampire and before the Roger could even let out a scream, she plunged her fangs into his neck and started to drink of him.

Andrew, who kneeled beside the woman's husband, turned around at the sound of screaming coming from behind. His eyes widened at the sight of Roger's dead body and quickly looked around for the woman, but she was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to whirl around. The woman was right behind him and her eyes went red as she attacked, fangs slicing through his skin. She fed from while he screamed for his life. It wasn't too long until he was dead, and Abigail dropped Andrew's body like he was a lifeless doll. She smirked widely, her mouth covered with blood as she turned around.

"And that's how it's done," she said smugly to the man below her. It was Damon Salvatore, the oldest of the Salvatore brothers.

Damon stood up to his feet before glancing over at the bodies. "What happens to the bodies?"

"Well. I'll take them into the woods and the other animals will finish them off." Abigail explained. She frowned at the frightened look on her lover's face. "Are you sure you're ready for this? If you're not, tell me now."

Damon slowly nodded. "I'm ready," he told her causing the lovely smile to be brought to her face. "I want you to turn me."

Abigail reached up and touched his face, causing him to lean into her touch. "And I will, when it's time." She promised, and then she grinned. "Kiss me." She moved closer to Damon until her entire body was pressed against.

Damon pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket with flourish. He moved to wipe her mouth off, but Abigail stopped him, even though she thought it was rather sweet he wanted to do that. However, she had to keep the plan going.

Abigail kept a hold of his hand. "You need a taste." She purred, leaning in to kiss him, but he moved away from her. This made her frown.

"Sorry…" Damon apologized.

"Don't be," Abigail said, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. She couldn't help but smile when Damon press a small kiss to her finger, she pulled it back as she continued to smile at him. "Soon, you won't be able to get enough."

This time he kissed her, hard and passionately. She moaned against his lips as her hands tangled into his dark hair while they continued to kiss passionately.

Unknown to the two lovers, in the dark woods watching them, was Abigail's oldest sister Katherine. She continued to watch her little sister and she smirked, seeing that her sister was working her magic with Damon. Everything was going according to plan.

'The time is almost near.' Katherine thought.

With one more glance at the two lovebirds, Katherine turned and walked away, deep into the wood.

Present…

Megan giggled as Stefan kissed the back of her neck while they lay in bed together. It was always so nice to just be with him like this. They didn't have to worry about anything and could just be with each other without a care in the world.

"Stop it…" she giggled, but she didn't really want him to stop as he continued to leave kisses on her skin. "That tickles."

"Never." He breathed into her ear, making her shiver as he bit playfully on her earlobe.

Megan rolled her eyes. "Fiiiiine…" she said playfully.

She turned around in his arms and leaned her head up, making him lean down to kiss her lips gently. Megan smiled into the kiss while her hands slid up to cup his cheeks and bring his mouth closer to hers. Soon, they pulled apart and she sighed happily, placing her head on Stefan's chest and snuggling close to him.

Stefan sighed into her hair as he buried his face in it. "Mm…I could get used to this…"

"Mm…me too…" Megan sighed again. A peaceful silence filled the air, and she hoped it stayed that way. But someone else had other plans.

"Rise and shine, sleepyheads."

Megan jumped, startled by Damon's voice. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, just staring at them.

"Damon, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Megan screeched, throwing a pillow at him but he dodged it. "Get out!"

"Looking good, Megan." Damon stated as he waggled his eyebrows at her, making her realize her tank top was showing.

Megan blushed furiously as she quickly covered herself up. "Shut up!" He burst out laughing and she glared at him.

But Stefan's glare was even harder that hers was. "What are you doing?!" he snapped, pulling the covers further up against Megan to make sure they covered her properly.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Oh, stop being smutty."

"Seriously, get out of here!" Stefan growled.

"If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it."

"Haha, hilarious!" Megan said sarcastically as she crossed her arms. "Will you just go and bother Charlene or something?" She knew her best friend would be mad at her for sending Damon her way, but she didn't care at the moment as she just wanted him out of here.

"As much as I would love to, I can't." Damon told her before changing the subject. "Because we have some very important business to discuss."

"And we have to it now? Really?" Megan asked in disbelief.

"Well, we have lots to do, now that we're all friends and working towards a common goal." Megan shard a look with Stefan but he didn't seem to notice as he stood up from the bed and turned around to face them. "So, in order to open the tomb, we need to find the journal to get the grimoire to undo the spells. First things first since your best friends with Charlene and Elena Gilbert, you're on journal."

"Why do I have to help?" Megan questioned, annoyed. "Your obsession with getting Abigail out of the tomb is your problem, not mine."

Damon, of course, rolled his eyes. "Well, Stefan's helping, and you've taken residence in Stefan's bed, ergo…"

Stefan ignored him as he looked over at Megan, putting his arm around her waist. "You don't have to anything you don't want to do." He told her.

"Yeah, I know." Megan shook her head and sighed. "Fine, I'll help but I'm not going to like it."

"As long as you, Elena, and Charlene find the journal, I don't care if you like it or not." Damon flashed her a smirk.

This made her groan, roll her eyes, and pull the sheets over her head. So much for a drama free day…

"How do we even know that this journal will hold the location of the grimoire? We're really going to take the word of this vampire? He seemed like a bit of a dimwit."

"In lieu of any other options."

Megan pulled the covers off her head and sat up suddenly. "Stefan's not wrong, he didn't seem very smart." She commented. "But if we are going to listen to him, what exactly is a grimoire?"

"It's a witch's cookbook."

"Every spell that a witch casts is a unique unto itself, so every witch would document their work."

"So, basically a spell book?" Megan knew what a spell book was, but she had never heard the word grimoire used before. That word sounded a lot cooler than calling it a spell book.

Stefan nodded. "Yeah." He changed the subject. "What about our mystery vampire? Dimwit obviously wasn't working alone, so whoever's out there knows who we are."

"And I don't like that disadvantage, so…" Damon clapped his hands together. "Chop, chop." He started to walk out of the room, turned around, and continued to walk backwards while talking to Megan and Stefan. "You know, I really like this whole menage a threesome team thing. It's got a bit of a kink to it." He chuckled, and Megan rolled her eyes while making a face. "Don't screw it up." He finally left the room and she breathed a sigh of relief as she looked over at Stefan.

"He doesn't…" Megan started to say, but stopped when Stefan put his finger to his lips, then to his ear, indicating that Damon could still hear them. "Oh…" she whispered. "Sorry…"

Stefan smiled and grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it. Then he let go of it to start getting out of the bed, but Megan stopped him as she tried to tug him back.

"No…" she whined. "Not yet…" She managed to pull him back into bed and kissed him deeply.

"We shouldn't…" Stefan mumbled against her lips.

"Shh…" she shushed him, grinning as she pulled back and pointed to her ear, like Stefan did.

Her boyfriend chuckled, and her grin widened as they kissed again. Megan pulled the covers over them while their kissing continued and led into something more.

1864…

Giggles could be heard from the under the covers of bed.

"What are you doing?" A squeal was heard as two heads popped up from the covers, revealing the two people to be Demetria Pierce and Stefan Salvatore. "Stop it!" Demi squealed again.

Stefan kissed the back of her neck. "Make me." He mumbled against her skin.

Demi flipped them over so now she was on top of Stefan. She bared her fangs to Stefan as her face changed. Stefan looked up at the beautiful but deadly creature above him with a sort of an awed expression. Demi smirked as she slipped her hands down his arms until she reached his hands, pinning him down. She leaned down to kiss him but was stopped by a knock on the door.

Demi's face changed back to normal. "Yes!" The door opened, revealing Emily as she looked over at the maid.

"Excuse me, Miss Demetria." Emily said politely, not looking fazed at all about what was going on in the bed before her. "Miss Pearl is here to see you, Katherine, and Abigail."

Demi nodded, but looked disappointed as she looked back down at Stefan. "I'll be down soon. Please ask her to wait." Emily waited to be dismissed. "Thank you, Emily." The maid nodded and left the room as Demi returned to looking down at Stefan with a pout on her lips. "Fun's over."

"I'll be waiting for you," Stefan said smiling at her softly as he cupped her face with one of his hands and brought her down for a kiss.

Demi hummed against his lips in contentment as they kissed deeply and passionately.

Abigail, Demetria, and Katherine managed to all fit on the steps where Emily and Miss Pearl were waiting at the end of the stairs. "It's good to see you Pearl." The three girls said in unison.

Peal nodded to them. "Perhaps we can talk outside?" she suggested, looking serious.

Abigail was the first to nod in agreement as the three girls walked the rest of the way down the stairs. "Emily." The blonde started off, turning to look at her and Katherine's maid. "Would you please tell Mr. Salvatore I have stepped away?"

Emily nodded. "Of course, Miss Abigail," she said politely. Then she looked to Demi. "Would you like me to tell Mr. Stefan Salvatore the same thing, Miss Demetria?"

Demi smiled, something that she didn't do that often. "That would be lovely Emily, thank you."

Emily nodded as she headed up the stairs while Demi, Abigail, Katherine, and Pearl went outside. It was a gorgeous day outside, not that they were paying attention to it much.

"How long do you three plan on staying with the Salvatores? People talk, Katherine." Pearl said seriously. "And your sister and your best friend carrying on with both of the brothers, doesn't help the situation."

"The Salvatores have been kind to take us in." Katherine said as they continued to walk. "As far as everyone here knows, we're poor orphan girls from Atlanta; lost their family in the fires." She faked a sad pout.

"A match you lit no doubt." Pearl said, making the brunette giggle. Then the older woman yelled to a girl in the distance. "Honey, please be careful!" Demetria, Abigail, and Katherine turned their heads only to see a girl with black hair walking over to a horse. The three sisters turned back to Pearl as the older woman spoke again. "Honoria Fell came by the apothecary yesterday with a case of this elixir." Pearl took out a small vial from her hand bag. "She asked that it be sold at a reduced rate."

Abigail looked confused. "I'm sorry but I don't follow."

"I don't either." Demetria added.

"Try it."

Katherine took it from Pearl, opened it, and sniffed it before holding out the vial to Abigail. "You try it, Abigail."

"Me?" Abigail questioned, surprised. "Why pray tell do you want me to try it?"

Katherine's eyes narrowed her youngest sister, not liking not being listened to. "Because I said so," she said annoyed. "Now do it!" She barked.

Abigail knew better not to say anything. You never wanted to be cross with Katherine. She poured the elixir onto to her hand and yelped when it burned her.

"What in hell?!" Abigail cried in pain, shaking her hand.

"Are you alright?" Demetria asked concerned.

Abigail gritted her teeth together as she glared at Demi. "No, I'm not alright!"

"Pearl, what was that?" Katherine demanded.

"Vervain."

"Why is there ver…" Katherine stopped in her question and her lips went into a straight line as she realized why they put vervain in that elixir. "They know."

Pearl nodded, "They're trying to find us and they're getting craftier about it."

"The townspeople ingesting vervain," Demi said shaking her head in disbelief. "That's inconvenient."

Abigail shook her head too as she handed the vial back to Pearl.

"It might be time for us to move on again." The older woman commented, looking worried now.

Abigail immediately shook her head, "What? But we can't leave!"

"No," Katherine said, agreeing with her sister. "We like it here. And besides we're not interested in leaving just yet."

"But girls…" Pearl started to protest but stopped at the sound of her daughter, Anna's voice.

"Can we go mama?!"

Demetria, Abigail, and Katherine all turned to face Pearl's daughter, Anna. A concerned look crossed the young girl's face as she stared at them.

"Is something wrong?" Anna questioned.

"Nothing, nothing at all." Abigail gave the young girl a reassuring smile.

Present…

Anna sat on the bed of the hotel room her and Ben were staying in. Her phone was pressed to her ear. The person that she was calling didn't pick up, so she had to leave a message.

"Hey, it's me again. Anna. Stalker chick and foosball champion." She laughed before continuing, "I'll be at the Grill later, if you want, you know, a rematch, or whatever." She turned off her phone just as Ben came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his neck and another towel wrapped lowly around his waist.

"Who are you calling?" he questioned.

Anna didn't look up at him as she scrolled through her phone. "Jeremy Gilbert."

As he walked over to the window which was closed off by a curtain, Ben frowned. "You're not, like, into him, are you?"

"I need him for something, get over it."

Ben just made a noise at her and he tried to look through the window but ended up burning himself. "Dammit!" he cursed.

Anna chuckled. "Dude, you gotta stop doing that."

"I know," Ben said as he wrapped his towel that had been wrapped around his neck around his burnt hand. He made his way over to his side of the bed. "I just-I keep forgetting."

"You're new." Anna told him. "You'll get it."

Ben spotted something on the bed. "You found the Gilbert journal," he said as he sat down on the bed with book in hand.

"Does that look like the Gilbert journal?"

"Well, it's old and musty," Ben answered, looking through it. "And how am I supposed to know the difference?"

Anna rolled her eyes. "I don't know, I figured maybe, you've been paying a little bit of attention since we met." She stood up from the bed and started walking to a small refrigerator as Ben spoke up again.

"You know, you don't have to talk down to me." He told her, scoffing. "I'm not stupid."

Anna extracted a bottle of blood from the mini fridge and walked back over to Ben, sitting down at the end of the bed. "Here," she said as he took the bottle from her. "Drink it. I don't want you itchy around the witch. She can sense if you're weak."

Ben took a large sip of the blood in the bottle and he swallowed it, his face scrunched up as he examined the bottle. "When can we go hunting again?" he questioned. "This tastes old…I want fresh blood."

Anna rolled her eyes. "When we get the tomb open, you can kill anyone you want," she told him. "For now, just stayed focused on Bonnie while I try and get the journal back from Jeremy's teacher."

Ben seemed to be thinking about something for a while until he finally spoke his thoughts out loud. "Why did you choose me?"

"I needed someone in a position to be my eyes and ears." Anna answered. "Small town bartender fit the bill."

"There are plenty of bartenders to choose from. Why me?"

Anna gave him a look of disbelief like he was supposed to know the answer to his question, but she decided to just humor him. "You were sad Ben." She told him. "You lacked purpose. You needed me."

He said nothing as Anna took the journal from him and settled back in bed, hoping Jeremy called her back.

TBC...

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Children of the Damned, Part 2