[2x08; Rose]
Stefan closed his locker and looked over at Lucy's wondering why she wasn't at school yet. She usually was there before him, trying to unlock her locker for the second or third time. Today, though, she was no where to be found.
Just as he turned to walk to class, Jeremy caught his attention as purposefully walked toward him.
"Hey, Jeremy," Stefan greeted him, joining him as he walked down the hallway.
"Look, Elena's got to let me know if I'm supposed to cover for her," Jeremy said immediately, not bothering to greet Stefan back. "I mean, Jenna's cool with the two of you but you guys are pushing it."
Stefan furrowed his eyebrows; he and Elena were still broken up and she definitely hadn't spent the night at his house. "What are you talking about?"
"You and Elena," Jeremy repeated himself. "Look, I'm glad you guys are back together, but if she's gonna sleep over, you have to let me know," he didn't notice the worried look on Stefan's face as he went on. "And have you seen Lucy? I was going to ask Caroline, but—"
"Wait, wait, wait," Stefan interrupted, cutting Jeremy off so he would stop walking. "hold on a minute. Elena and I are not back together."
Jeremy gave him a disbelieving smile. "Wait, she didn't—she didn't stay at your place last night?"
"No," Stefan shook his head. "I mean, I saw her at the party but that was it. She didn't sleep over. And I haven't seen Lucy, either," he added. "and Damon didn't mention seeing her when he went to Caroline's house."
"Their beds weren't slept in," Jeremy grew worried about his sisters. "and Mrs. Lockwood said that both of their cars were still in the driveway."
Stefan grimaced, his pulse starting to race. Both Elena and Lucy were missing the day after Damon put Katherine in the tomb? This wasn't good, especially if Katherine's blood wasn't out of Lucy's system.
"Where are they, then?" Jeremy asked Stefan worriedly
Stefan shook his head; he didn't know.
"This has Katherine written all over it," Stefan declared, anxiously pacing back and forth in front of Damon and Joel.
"Katherine's in the tomb," Damon disagreed. "Trust me. I'm the one who shut her in."
Stefan stopped pacing in front of Damon, looking at him seriously. "Did you?"
"Did I what, Stefan?"
"Well, I know the hold that Katherine has on you," Stefan said matter-of-factly.
Damon narrowed his eyes at his brother. "She's in the tomb. Period. End of story..." he hesitated for a moment before adding, "But she did say something to me right before I shut her in. I thought she was lying."
"What'd she say?" Joel asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Elena and Lucy are in danger."
Stefan scoffed angrily. "What, and you didn't think you should ask her to elaborate?"
"Everything she says is a lie!" Damon defended himself. "How am I supposed to know if she's gonna start spouting off the truth?"
"Well, we have to go talk to her," Joel suggested. If his sisters were in danger and Katherine knew, she probably knew who took them.
Stefan nodded in agreement.
"No, no," Damon glared at them. "Let me tell you how that's gonna go. We're gonna go ask her for help, she's gonna negotiate her release—which we're gonna be dumb enough to give her—and then she's gonna get out and kill us. That's exactly what she wants."
"I really don't care," Stefan turned to leave but Damon's voice stopped him.
"It's a bad idea, Stefan."
Stefan turned to glare at him. "It's Elena and Lucy."
He walked off to find Bonnie, hoping that she could lower the tomb spell to get Katherine out. They had to bargain something in order to get information out of the older vampire.
Lucy woke up to someone brushing the hair out of her face and a slight pounding at the back of her head. Her eyes widened as she remembered that someone had hit her head and she quickly sat up, noticing that Elena had been the one getting her hair out of her face.
She looked around; it looked like they were in an abandoned house that somehow had electricity. There were books scattered all over the place and piled high onto a table, boards covering the windows, and a ratted old couch that she and Elena were sitting on.
"Elena, where are we?" she whispered frantically, looking at her sister with wide eyes. "What's going on?"
"Shh!" Elena hushed her, placing a finger to her lips and glancing at the doorway to her right. She looked back to Lucy and quietly whispered, "Some vampires took us. I have no idea where we are."
"Who are they?"
Elena shook her head. "I don't know."
"How are the girls?" Lucy overheard a female with an English accent say from down the hallway Elena had looked at.
"The one is still passed out," This time it was a man's voice with the same accent.
"You didn't touch them, did you?"
"Give me some credit, Rose," the man snapped. "So, you called him?"
Lucy looked at Elena, confused, and Elena silently told her that they were the vampires who kidnapped them.
"No, I called one of his contacts," the woman—the man called her Rose—corrected him. "You know how this works."
"Did you or did you not get the message to Elijah?" the man asked sternly.
Elena got off the couch and gestured for Lucy to follow her. Lucy complied, following her into the hallway where the voices were louder.
"They say he got it."
"Wonderful and what?"
"So, that's it, Trevor," Rose sighed, sounding exasperated. "He either got it or he didn't. We just have to wait."
"Look, it's not too late," From the sound of Trevor's voice, he was frightened. "We can leave them here. We don't have to go through with this."
Lucy and Elena crept through the hallway and stopped at the end of it, peeking their heads around the doorway into another room. There was a man and a woman arguing—like their voices suggested. The man was tall and had a haggard appearance, his hair touching his scruffy chin. The woman was almost as tall as the man with her brunette hair cut short and spiky.
"I'm sick of running," Rose declared.
"Yeah?" Trevor shot back. "Well, running keeps up from dying."
"Elijah's old school," Rose reminded him. There was that name again—Elijah. "If he accepts our deal, we're free."
The floor boards under Elena and Lucy creaked as they shuffled closer to the door. The noise caught Rose's attention and she whirled around to face them.
"You two!" she snarled, marching over to them. "There's nothing around here for miles. If you think you're getting out of this house, you're tragically wrong."
Her heart pounding, Lucy gulped and leaned closer to Elena.
"Who's Elijah?" Elena asked bravely.
Rose narrowed her eyes. "He's your worst nightmare."
Bonnie, Jeremy, and Joel gathered in Alaric's classroom for Bonnie to do a tracking spell on Elena and Lucy. It was Bonnie's only suggestion when it came to finding the girls, especially since she couldn't lower the tomb spell to get Katherine out. Even though it wasn't the safest option, at least it would give Stefan and Joel a place to start looking.
"How does this work?" Jeremy asked, setting down a map of Virginia on the desk where Bonnie and Joel were lighting candles.
"I'll use one of your guys' blood and Alaric's blood to draw the energy for the tracking spell," Bonnie informed them. "You two are blood-related to Elena and Alaric is blood-related to Lucy, so it'll make the connection stronger."
"All right," Stefan walked into the room, holding some wooden stakes he got from Alaric. "Alaric said we've gotta clear out of here within ten minutes. I got weapons, he stocked me up, and this—" he pulled a vial of Alaric's blood out of his pocket and handed it to Bonnie.
Bonnie grabbed the vial and turned to Joel, assuming that he would give his blood since he would heal faster than Jeremy. "Are you ready?"
"Born ready."
Joel picked up the knife that Bonnie had brought out and sliced his palm, holding it over the map so his blood would fall on it. As his hand healed, Bonnie poured Alaric's blood onto the map, causing both Joel and Stefan to flinch, fighting their blood lust.
Once the blood was poured, Bonnie closed her eyes and started chanting under her breath. The blood converged onto the map and started moving south from Mystic Falls, stopping around Reidsville.
"There," Bonnie pointed at the map where the blood stopped. "That's where they are."
"That's three hundred miles away," Jeremy pointed out.
"No, Bonnie, we need a more exact location that that," Stefan said firmly.
"That's as close as I can get," Bonnie sighed.
"We can map it," Jeremy said thoughtfully. "Get an aerial view. It'll show us what's around there."
Joel nodded in approval. "It'll help us narrow down the area."
"Perfect," Stefan grabbed the weapons Alaric gave him and sent Joel and meaningful look. "Call us with whatever you find."
Stefan and Joel started walking out of the classroom, stopping only when Jeremy objected.
"No, no, I'm coming with you!"
"No, Jeremy, you're not," Joel shook his head.
Jeremy grabbed Joel's arm. "I'm not gonna just sit here. What if they're hurt, okay, or worse? What if they're—"
"They're not," Joel assured him. "You two go back to the house just in case," he nodded toward Bonnie who was suspiciously quiet. "I'm gonna call you the minute I find them."
"Wait, you guys can't do this alone!"
The classroom door opened and Damon appeared. "They're not," he stated. "Let's go."
Stefan gave his brother a surprised look. "You're coming with us?"
"It's Elena and Lucy," Damon repeated his brother's words from earlier.
Damon, Stefan, and Joel were three hours of the way to the location that Jeremy sent them and Joel had been fast asleep for what seemed the whole time, wanting to at least get some sleep before he went back to school the next morning. Stefan occupied his time by tinkering with the weapons Alaric gave him and trying not to think about the fact that his brother was clearly in love with his girlfriend. Damon was driving, not allowing anyone else—including his brother—to drive his beloved car.
"Alaric sure likes his weapons," Damon commented, looking over to the weapon in Stefan's hands. "What the hell is that?"
Stefan played with the trigger of what looked to be a vervain bomb, looking it over curiously. "Well, it's a vervain bomb or grenade launcher or something like that."
"Weird."
"Hey, how much further is it?" Stefan wondered.
"About eighty miles."
"Who do you think took them?"
"Someone from Katherine's past," Damon guessed, wondering that himself. "She said she was running from someone. Maybe they got the wrong girl."
"That doesn't explain Lucy, though," Stefan sighed; Damon shrugged. "Thank you for helping me."
"Can we no do the whole road-trip bonding thing?" Damon gave him an annoyed look. "The cliché of it all makes me itch."
"Oh, come on, Damon," Stefan said slyly, looking over at his brother. "We both know that you being in this car has absolutely nothing to do with me, Joel, or even Lucy."
Damon smirked, knowing that Stefan was jealous. "The elephant in the room lets out a mighty roar."
"Well, it doesn't have to be an elephant," Stefan said, trying to be pleasant. "Let's talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"That's not true, sure there is," Stefan replied lightly. "Let's get it out. I mean, are you in this car because you want to help you little brother save the girl that he loves or is it because you love her too?"
Stefan hummed and looked at Damon, noticing his smirk.
"I mean, come on, express yourself," he nudged Damon's arm. "I happen to like road-trip bonding."
"Keep it up, Stefan," Damon warned him. "I can step out of helping as easily as I stepped in."
Stefan shook his head. "Nope. See, that's the beauty of it," he gave Damon a serious look. "You can't."
Damon glared at him. "Fine, let's bond. Let's talk about the fact that I didn't know which sister you were just talking about until you mentioned me?" he dished back at his brother, watching in delight as Stefan scowled and looked out of his window. "What's that about, hmm?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Damon grinned. "Sure, you don't."
Lucy shifted uncomfortably in her heels as she stood by Elena and watched Rose sort through the books on the table in the room where she woke up. It'd been three hours since she woke up and she and Elena were freezing, hungry, and annoyed—their captors had given them no further information and it was digging at their nerves.
Elena was more than aggravated; sharing Katherine's face had gotten her into more bad situations than she was prepared for. She was officially done with it. Unfortunately, Rose and Trevor weren't so talkative as she'd hoped.
"Why are we here?" she tried again, glaring at Rose as she turned on a lamp.
"You keep asking me these questions like I'm gonna answer them," Rose scoffed, picking up a large board and walking over to a window. Her skin burned as she set the board in the pane, blocking the sun from entering the house.
"Why won't you?"
"That's another one."
"You got us, okay?" Lucy spoke up, nearing the end of her patience—not that she had much, anyway. "It's not like we can go anywhere."
"The least you can do is tell us what you want with us," Elena added.
"I personally want nothing," Rose went back to the table full of books. "I'm just a delivery service."
"Delivery to who, Elijah?" Elena brought up the name they heard, the one that scared Trevor so much.
Rose laughed. "Two points to the eavesdroppers."
"Who is he? Is he a vampire?"
"He's one of the vampires," Rose said, sorting through the books again. "The Originals."
Lucy raised her eyebrows, intrigued. "Like the first vampires?"
"What do you mean the Originals?" Elena asked at the same time as her sister.
"Again, with the questions. Haven't the Salvatores been teaching you your vampire history?" Rose sighed.
"You know Stefan and Damon?" Lucy was surprised. Were they famous in the vampire world—would every single vampire they would come across know them?
"I know of them," Rose clarified, flipping through a book that caught her eye. "A hundred years back, a friend of mine tried to set me up with Stefan. She said he was one of the good ones. I'm more of a sucker for the bad boys, though, but I digress."
Elena grew annoyed thinking about Stefan being set up with anyone. "Who are the Originals?"
Rose slammed her book shut and turned to face Elena and Lucy. "Trevor and I have been running for five hundred years. We're tired, we want it over. We're using the both of you to negotiate ourselves out of an old mess."
"But why us?" Elena asked forcefully.
"Because you're a Petrova doppelganger," Rose told Elena before looking at Lucy. "And you're the reincarnation. Both of you are the keys to breaking the curse."
"Curse?" Lucy remembered Elena, Damon, and Alaric mentioning something about a curse from Isobel's research. "The Sun and the Moon curse?"
"Oh, you do know your history."
"What do you mean we're the keys?" Elena asked, confused. "The moonstone is what breaks the curse."
"No, the moonstone is what binds the curse," Rose corrected her. "The sacrifices are what breaks it."
"Sacrifices?" Lucy had a bad feeling that she and Elena weren't getting out of this alive.
"The blood of the doppelganger and the reincarnation," Rose stated. "You two are the doppelganger and the reincarnation. Which means, in order to break the curse, you two are the ones who have to die."
Lucy paled in shock; she and her sister had to die for a stupid curse that had nothing to do with either of them? It was unfair and horrible and stupid. She had just turned sixteen and now she was being hand-delivered to a vampire to be sacrificed—why did God hate her so much?
Elena swallowed her fear, seeing how shaken Lucy was by the news. She grabbed her sister's hand and squeezed it tightly, trying to give Lucy an anchor through her anxiety. She tried to imagine what Stefan would to do calm Lucy down, but this wasn't really time for a pep talk and she wasn't the best at them. For now, she just had to be there for Lucy and protect her like any older sibling would.
"Tell us more," Elena demanded as Trevor walked into the room. They had to get more information about this; how did they know that Rose and Trevor actually knew what they were talking about?
"Captivity has made her pushy, eh?" Trevor smirked, causing Elena to glare at him. He picked up a board and set it in the window, his skin searing. "What do you want to know, doppelicious?"
Elena rolled her eyes at the nickname but asked, "Who were you running from?"
Trevor shook his healing hands. "The Originals."
"Yeah, she said that," Elena glared at him. "What does that mean?"
"The first family—" Trevor kicked a book across the floor, causing Lucy and Elena to flinch away. "the old world. Rose and I pissed them off."
Rose cleared her throat pointedly.
"Correction, I pissed them off," Trevor corrected himself, walking over to Rose. "Rose had my back and for over half a millennium, they've wanted us dead."
"What did you do?" Lucy spoke up, calming down slightly with Elena's comfort.
"He made the same mistake as countless others did," Rose said when Trevor sighed angrily. "He trusted Katerina Petrova."
Well, that name was familiar. "Katherine," Lucy sighed. Why was she surprised that someone Katherine screwed over had kidnapped them?
"The one and only," Rose nodded. "The first Petrova doppelganger."
"I helped her escape her fate," Trevor informed Lucy and Elena. "and I've—sorry, we've—" he pointed at Rose. "—have been marked ever since."
Rose walked away from the table of books, making her way out of the room. "Which is why we're not gonna make the same mistake again."
Trevor pointed at Rose in agreement and followed her out of the room, leaving Elena and Lucy to themselves.
Even though Lucy was sure that Rose and Trevor could hear whatever they said, it didn't matter. She was scared—hell, she was terrified—and she knew that Elena probably wasn't in the best shape, either.
She tightened her grip on Elena's hand. "Elena!"
"Shh, shh," Elena said consolingly, leading Lucy over to the couch to sit. "Stay calm, okay, stay—"
She cut herself off, hearing a crumpling noise as she shifted on the couch. Ignoring Lucy's curious look for now, she lifted her foot and saw a piece of paper scrunched up into a ball. She grabbed it and laid it flat, reading the words in Bonnie's handwriting.
STEFAN, DAMON, AND JOEL ARE COMING FOR YOU GUYS
Elena sighed in relief and handed the paper to Lucy, letting her read Bonnie's message. Lucy wanted to cry from how relieved she was but she held her tears in. Elena had been brave for her this whole time, she wanted to be strong for her sister, too.
"He's here!" Trevor announced anxiously as he stomped into the room where Lucy and Elena were sitting on the couch and Rose was packing up their stuff. "This was a mistake!"
Rose sped over to Trevor with her vampire speed. "No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me."
Trevor flinched and shouted, "No, he wants me dead, Rose!"
"He wants them more!" Rose insisted, pointing at Elena and Lucy.
"I can't do this," Trevor was positively freaking out. "You give them to him, he'll have mercy on you, but I need to get out of here."
Rose forcefully grabbed Trevor's hands, trying to calm him down. "Hey, what are we?"
Trevor closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "We're family. Forever."
Lucy couldn't help but think that Rose and Trevor reminded her of herself and Caroline. They were ride or die, they had each other's backs, they would kill for one another. They were family. And when she put them in that perspective she couldn't help but be sympathetic.
A loud pounding from the front of the house caught everyone's attention.
Rose sighed, nerves making her stomach flip.
"You're scared," Elena breathed in realization.
Rose sent Elena a quick glare and then turned back to Trevor. "Stay here with them and don't make a sound."
Rose ran out of the room and a few seconds later, Lucy heard a door shut. Lucy and Elena huddled together nervously, dreading their face-to-face meeting with Elijah. Rose had said he was their worst nightmare, after all.
Within a few minutes, Rose came back into the room by herself.
"Rose?" Trevor asked quietly.
Rose ignored Trevor and went straight to Lucy. "He wants to see you alone."
Lucy inhaled sharply as Elena wrapped her arm around Lucy's shoulders and protested, "No!"
"You don't have a choice!" Rose hissed, grabbing Lucy's forearm and ripping her away from Elena. Lucy gave Elena a wide-eyed look, her face paling considerably, and obediently walked out of the room with Rose.
As they walked through the hallway, Rose only told Lucy to be polite before she pushed her into a different room.
Lucy gasped, seeing a man standing by the run-down fireplace. The man—who she assumed was Elijah—was tall and slim and wearing a black designer suit with his hair slicked down nicely. You wouldn't think he was intimidating but that was what made him all the more terrifying.
"Luciana," Elijah breathed in shock, looking at her with wide—but fond—eyes.
"No, Luciana, the letter is like this," Elijah corrected Luciana, taking a piece of graphite from the young girl at his side. He showed her how to write the letter 'L' in old Norse so that she could learn to write her name by herself.
"But, Lijah, Father does not want me to write," Luciana said sadly, taking the graphite back and trying to copy her brother's handwriting. Her 'L' looked nothing like Elijah's but he gave her a proud smile nonetheless.
"What Father does not know will not hurt him," Elijah muttered the frequent saying between all of his siblings. "You will write your name and be the smartest girl in the village."
"Smarter than Gunvor?" Luciana looked up at him hopefully, her voice full of disdain for a village girl her around her age.
"Yes, of course, Luciana," Elijah assured her. "You will always be better than Gunvor. Come, try again."
Luciana bit her lip and looked down on the thin piece of cloth in front of her, already covered in her messy handwriting. She carefully wrote an 'L' and looked at Elijah, awaiting his praise.
Elijah carefully examined what she wrote and gave her a proud smile. "Well done, Luciana. You will write your name yet."
"Really?"
"Really," Elijah promised, kissing her forehead.
Lucy exhaled softly as her vision returned from what appeared to be another memory from one of her past lives. So far, she had only gotten memories with Katherine but this time she was no where in sight and Elijah was there.
The girl in the memory, Luciana, had to be her. She was identical to how Lucy looked when she was nine or ten, they even had the same voice, even though Luciana had an accent that she couldn't distinguish.
Didn't Katherine say her other siblings would be coming for her? Was Elijah who Katherine was talking about?
Lucy cleared her throat, though her voice was still a whisper. "Hello."
Elijah had appeared to pull himself together while Lucy was in her memory and had come closer to her.
"Hello," he greeted back politely. "Forgive me, what do you call yourself these days?"
"Lucy," she said nervously.
"Lucy, I am Elijah," Elijah couldn't help himself and reached up, ignoring her flinch, pushing some of her messy day-old curls away from her eyes.
It had been a thousand years since he last saw his youngest sister and it felt like his heart was going to explode. His family had been devastated that they hadn't been able to get to Lucia in the fifteenth century but now she was right in front of him again.
He swore to himself that nothing bad was going to happen to her. Not under his watch.
"I'm Lucy," Lucy wanted to smack herself for being so awkward. He knew her name!
Elijah held back his smile of amusement and turned back to Rose. "Show me to the doppelganger."
Rose nodded. "Follow me."
"Come along," Elijah told Lucy, gesturing for her to walk in front of him.
Lucy did as she was told; Elijah seemed like he could really do some damage if he was angry. She didn't want that to happen.
The three of them arrived back in the room with Elena and Trevor and Elijah stopped in his tracks when he saw Elena.
He sped over to Elena in a blur, causing her to gasp in surprise, and leaned forward, placing his nose by her neck.
Lucy held her breath and hoped that she and Elena would be okay.
Elijah inhaled deeply, taking in Elena's scent, and listening to the thrumming of her heart before pulling back thoughtfully.
"Human. Impossible," he said quietly. He looked down at her. "Hello, there."
Stefan, Damon, and Joel climbed out of the Camaro, looking around at the field that Damon parked in. Stefan heaved the bag of weapons over his shoulder and started walking away from the vehicle.
"The house should be behind those trees," Joel pointed out, looking at the map Jeremy sent him one last time.
He set out to follow Stefan.
"Wait," Damon stopped them. "I have a lot more experience than both of you with this sort of thing."
Stefan turned around and gave him an annoyed look. "So what's your point?"
"My point is, whoever has Elena and Lucy is probably who was after Katherine in 1864 and before that," Damon said seriously.
"And?"
"And it puts them at five hundred years old and strong," Damon stated the obvious. Stefan shrugged, not seeing the big deal. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yeah, I'm certain I want to do it," Stefan nodded.
"I'm sure," Joel added, though Damon wasn't really concerned whether he lived or died like he was with his brother.
"Because if we go in that house, we might not come back out," Damon told Stefan.
"All right, then I won't come out."
Damon narrowed his eyes at his brother. "So noble, Stefan."
Stefan scoffed. "I can't think of a better reason to die," he said truthfully. Elena and Lucy's lives were more important to him than his own. "But if you want to stay here, I totally understand."
"Let's go, we're wasting time," Joel spoke up, already walking away from the brothers. He didn't want to debate all night about something they should have talked about on the way there.
In the house, a couple hundred feet away, Elijah was still staring at Elena.
"Well, we have a long journey ahead of us," he said, looking back at Lucy. "We should be going."
Elena's breaths quickened and she looked around Elijah at Rose and Trevor. "Please," she pleaded tearfully. "Don't let him take us."
Rose looked away from her, feeling guilty that she was essentially delivering two children to their deaths.
"One last piece of business and we're done," Elijah told Elena.
He slowly turned around and faced Trevor, who had been watching him in silent terror.
"I've waited so long for this day, Elijah," Trevor said shakily as Elijah came to a stop in front of him. "I'm truly very sorry."
"Oh, no, you're apology's not necessary," Elijah said casually.
"Yes. Yes, it is," Trevor insisted. "You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you."
"Oh, yes, you are the guilty one," Elijah agreed, his voice light. "And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That, I honor," he glanced at Rose for a second before turning back to Trevor with hard eyes. "Where was your loyalty?"
Trevor slightly winced. "I beg your forgiveness."
Lucy watched silently, her stomach twisting. Something was going to happen, she just knew it.
Elijah smirked. "So granted."
Elijah didn't give Trevor a chance to respond as he lifted his hand and forcefully brought it against his head, smacking it off his body with little to no effort. Blood spurted everywhere and Lucy screamed at the horrible sight, bending over with her hands on her knees to dry-heave.
Rose gasped brokenly, sobs already forcing themselves from her mouth. She started toward Elijah, furious and heartbroken. "You—!"
"Don't Rose," Elijah held up his hand, not threatened by her whatsoever. "Now that you are free..."
Rose stopped in her tracks and stared at Trevor's body, sobs racking her chest. Lucy felt so sorry for her.
Elijah held his hand out to Elena. "Come."
"No, what about the moonstone?" Elena panicked and blurted out.
Lucy closed her eyes, wishing that Elena hadn't said anything. If Elijah didn't have the moonstone, he couldn't break the curse at all. Therefore, they would still live for the time being.
Elijah paused, narrowing his eyes at Elena. "What do you know about the moonstone?"
"I know that you need it and I know where it is."
"Elena!" Lucy hissed, annoyed.
Elijah looked back at Lucy and held up a hand, turning back to Elena. "Yes?"
"I can help you get it," Elena promised.
"Tell me where it is."
Elena shook her head. "It doesn't work that way."
Elijah clenched his jaw, frustrated with the gull of the girl. Just like the other two Petrova doppelgangers. "Are you negotiating with me?"
He looked at Rose, eyebrows raised.
"It's the first I've heard of it," Rose said through clenched teeth, glaring at Elijah.
Elijah turned back to Elena and looked into her brown eyes, trying to compel her to tell him about the moonstone. When his compulsion didn't work, he looked down her neck, stopping at a necklace that looked somewhat familiar.
"What is this vervain doing around your neck?" he asked, taking a hold of the necklace and ripping it from her, throwing it across the room.
Elena gasped, horrified, and struggled against him as he grabbed her head to look her in the eye. Unable to fight against Elijah's massive amount of strength, their eyes met.
"Tell me where the moonstone is."
Elena had to answer him. "In the tomb, underneath the church ruins."
"What is it doing there?"
"It's with Katherine."
"Interesting," Elijah said just as glass shattered somewhere within the house. He let go of Elena and turned to Rose. "What is that?"
Lucy hoped that it was Stefan, Joel, and Damon like Bonnie promised. There was no way she wanted to go anywhere with Elijah, especially since he beheaded a man with just his palm.
"I don't know," Rose answered Elijah, looking at the ceiling and listening for any other noises.
"Who else is in this house?" Elijah questioned her sharply.
"I don't know," she repeated herself.
Elijah clenched his jaw and grabbed Elena's arm. He ignored her gasp of pain and dragged her over to the stairs were Rose and Lucy were standing.
"Grab her," he ordered Rose, pointing to Lucy. "Come on, move!"
Lucy flinched as Rose tightly grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room, following Elijah and Elena into the foyer where a large staircase loomed over their heads.
Lucy flinched as someone used their vampire speed to run around her and the others, disappearing out of view. Elijah pushed Elena over to Rose just before someone sped through the room again.
Elijah narrowed his eyes. "Rose?"
"I don't know who it is," Rose claimed honestly.
Someone sped through the room again and then Lucy heard Stefan's voice. "Up here."
Elijah sped up the staircase, stopping when Joel's voice call out, "Over here."
He turned to the right, toward the voice, but no one was there.
"Down here!" Damon said, causing Elijah to look down the staircase.
Lucy flinched when there was the sound of something firing. While Elijah was distracted dealing with the wooden stake imbedded into his hand, Joel sped through the room and grabbed Lucy while Stefan grabbed Elena and Damon took Rose.
She gasped but Joel quickly covered her mouth, giving her a reassuring smile. Lucy was so relieved that he was there.
"Excuse me!" she heard Elijah call from the foyer. "To whom it may concern, you're making a great mistake if you think that you can beat me. You can't. You hear that?"
Lucy's eyes widened when her head something break, with more creaking following.
"I repeat," Elijah continued. "You cannot beat me. So, I want the girls on the count of three or heads will roll. Do we understand each other?"
Lucy grimaced, remembering what happened to Trevor. She didn't want Stefan, Joel, and Damon to meet that same fate.
"We'll come with you," Elena spoke up, appearing at the top of the stairs. "Just please don't hurt our friends. They just wanted to help us out."
Elijah turned around and sped to the middle of the stairs, making Elena gasp.
"What game are you playing with me?" he asked her harshly.
Elena pulled out the vervain grenade that Stefan gave her and pulled the pin, throwing it at Elijah's face. Lucy jumped at the bomb exploded and Elijah's screamed in pain.
Elijah angrily hissed as he quickly healed from the vervain covering his face and glared at Elena, stomping up the steps toward her. He was abruptly hit in the chest with wooden bullets; he looked toward the source, seeing Stefan shoot at him with some kind of air-pressurized weapon.
The bullets didn't affect Elijah, so Stefan threw the gun to the side and launched himself at the older vampire, throwing them both down the stairs. Elijah immediately stood up, ready to kill Stefan, but was thrown off by another vervain bomb blowing up in his face.
Joel backed away as the vervain burnt Elijah's face and allowed Damon to pick up the large stake Elijah fashioned out of a coat hanger and stab it into Elijah's heart. Damon pushed the stake through Elijah's chest, sliding him across the room and pinning him to the wall.
He smirked in satisfaction as Elijah's body turned gray, his head drooping as he died.
Lucy ran out of the hallway where Joel left her and gasped when she saw Elijah's desiccated body. She was relieved that she was safe but he was her brother. Even if it was one of her other self's siblings, she and Luciana were the same person, right?
Rose followed her out into the foyer, took one look at Elijah's body, and sped away. Damon went to follow her but Lucy stopped him.
"Just let her go."
Rose lost enough today.
Damon nodded and Lucy gave him a grateful smile before turning to her brother, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Are you hurt?" Joel asked, his cheek against the top of her head.
"No," Lucy squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get the image of Elijah's body out of her mind. "I'm okay."
It was late when Stefan walked into the Boarding House library after dropping Elena, Lucy, and Joel off at their house and having a little heart-to-heart with Damon. He just wanted a drink—preferably bourbon—and go to bed afterward.
It had been a long day and there was a lot to think about.
What Elena and Lucy told him, Damon, and Joel about the Sun and the Moon curse worried the shit out of him. They'd need to find out more information, but for now, they just needed to protect them both.
He grabbed a glass from the bar and was about to pour some bourbon into it when he heard a creak. He paused for a second and someone sped into the room with a blur.
Stefan ran over to one of the bookshelves and grabbed a wooden stake that was hidden in case he or Damon ever needed to take a vampire out in the library.
He held it up cautiously. "Who's there?"
The woman who had kidnapped Elena and Lucy—Rose, if he remembered correctly—walked into the room. He stiffened; was she back for the girls?
"I'm not here to hurt you," Rose assured him.
"Why are you here?"
"Lexi once told me that you're one of the good ones," Rose claimed.
Stefan's heart clenched at the mention of his late best friend. He missed Lexi so much...
"You knew Lexi?"
Rose didn't answer his question. Instead, she said, "Trevor was my best friend. For five hundred years, I have lived with one person and he's gone. And I don't want to run anymore because I don't have anywhere else to run to."
Stefan felt for her, he did, but he couldn't just let go of the fact that this was the woman who kidnapped Lucy and Elena.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help you," he told her.
"I don't need your help," Rose proclaimed, stepping closer to him. "but I think you need mine."
Stefan stared at her, wondering what she was on about.
"Elijah may be dead but this isn't over," Rose clarified.
"What do you mean it's not over?"
"It isn't over," Rose repeated herself. "The Originals, they'll come for both of them. They have to. They're doing it for him."
Stefan furrowed his eyebrows. "For who?"
"Klaus."