EDITED SEP22
Two Weeks Later
"Move," Brea snapped, arguing with Elena over the porch swing.
"I was here first, why should I have to move?" she countered.
"Because you've been sitting here for ages, it's my turn."
"I shouldn't have to move because you want a turn, it can be your turn when I'm done," Elena snapped. "Besides, the only reason you want it is because I'm here."
Brea scowled at her sister before she sat down on Elena's feet, "I'm not moving so you better move your feet."
"You're so annoying," Elena groaned, pulling her feet out from under Brea, leaving room for Brea to sit uncomfortably. "It's just not fair Brea, Bonnie's grams was the only person who could understand her, you know with the magic and all. Why do good people have to die?" she asked, kicking out at Brea's hand to try and stop her from shoving her feet. "I'm going to try and call her again," Elena muttered, pulling out her phone. "Hey Bonnie, it's me. Just checking in. Seeing how you're doing. We miss you here, don't let your aunt drive you too crazy, come home soon, we love you," Elena said leaving a voice mail as Aunt Jenna walked up the porch.
"What are you two doing out here?" Jenna asked.
"Arguing and pondering," Brea answered.
"Arguing and pondering? Good combination. It's cold outside though," Jenna noted bemusedly.
"Brea's the one arguing. I came out here to think, to write," Elena groaned. "Activities that have been rudely interrupted," she added with a glare at Brea. "The, uh, funeral for Bonnie's grandma, it brought back a lot about mom and dad. I was wondering. You said that you would do some digging about them, the adoption," Elena asked.
"Right," Jenna nodded slightly uncomfortable.
"Did you?" Brea asked.
"Dig?" Elena added.
"Come on inside," Jenna said with a small smile at the girls. "Your dad kept everything from his medical practice," Jenna said at the kitchen table. "Records, logs, old appointment books. I found an entry from the night you two were born. A patient and a birth date." Elena and Brea rushed over to look at the book. "Isobel Peterson."
"Do you think that's her real name?" Elena asked.
"Probably not, I don't think pregnant teen runaways really want to be traced," Brea shrugged.
"Exactly," Jenna agreed. "The first name maybe. But where'd she get Peterson? Classmate? Best friend? So, I looked it up. I searched for all the Petersons in this area born the same year as Isobel. Found three. Two men and a woman, Trudie, who lived in Grove Hill, Virginia."
"That's not far from here," Elena said excitedly.
"Well watch this," Jenna said typing into her computer and then clicking a picture with a woman named Isobel and Trudie.
"Isobel, she was a cheerleader," Elena breathed.
"That must be her," Brea said mesmerised. "I mean we're such amazing cheerleaders it would make sense our biological mom being the same," she winked at Jenna.
"Trudie still lives there," Jenna smiled before handing Elena a piece of paper. "This is her address."
"Top tier stalking Jenna. What about Isobel?" Brea asked.
"I couldn't find anything about her. Listen there's something else, Mr Salztman, Ric, his wife was from around here, and her name was also Isobel."
"That would be too weird if they were the same woman," Brea said confused.
"Wait. 'Was,' as in…" Elena said picking up on the wording.
"She died," Jenna explained.
"Well," Brea said, breaking the morbid tension. "You could get a job at the FBI Jenna."
"What if Alaric's wife and our mother are the same person?" Elena asked as they stood at Trudie's door. "I couldn't handle her being dead before I get to know her, it'd be too much."
"Knock, Lena, knock," Brea urged as Elena stood staring at the door. Brea then reached over and knocked loudly, causing Elena to panic and turn around to leave. Brea grabbed her shoulder and spun her sister back to face the door just as it opened.
"Trudie?" Elena asked. "Tru-Trudie Peterson?"
"Yes," she said nodding.
"Uh, our names are Elena and Brea Gilbert. We wanted to ask you about Isobel Flemming," Elena said as Brea remained silent.
"Well, I haven't heard that name in years," she said with a smile. "How do you know her?"
"We think that um…" Brea started but then trailed off.
"Do you know if she had twin babies that she gave up for adoption?" Elena asked saving her flailing sister and Trudie's eyes widened.
"My God," she breathed. "You're her daughters," she said with a laugh. "I was just gonna make some tea. Would you like some?
"Sure," both girls said with a smile.
"Uh, the kitchen's this way," Trudie said directing them into the house.
"We weren't going to come," Elena explained. "I mean we didn't think we were, but she's our birth mom, she's a part of us. It's a part we'd like to get to know."
"We had your address, we're so sorry for barging in," Brea apologised with a smile. "Elena insisted," she added, making Elena turn to glare at her.
"It's no problem," Trudie said. "Just a surprise, though," she said as they all sat down. "I haven't thought about Isobel in years."
"When was the last time you saw her?" Elena asked.
"About 17 years ago, when she left to go have you two. We kept in touch for a while, but, well, you know, people drift apart."
"And you don't know where she ended up?" Elena asked further.
"She was in Florida for a while. She was on her own. I know it wasn't easy," she said sadly.
"Do you have any idea who our father is?" Elena asked.
"I could never get her to fess up," Trudie said carefully. "Anyway, she finally pulled it together, got into college on a scholarship."
"Where did she go?" Brea asked leaning forward in interest.
"Somewhere in North Carolina. Duke, I think. Smart girl, smart school," Trudie said as the twins smiled at each other. "Let me just get that," Trudie said getting the kettle as it boiled.
"This is so exciting," Brea said momentarily throwing her hands around Elena's neck before they separated.
"I just can't believe we're finally getting to know about our birth mother!" Elena said with a giggle. "So Isobel was a cheerleader?" Elena asked Trudie as she arrived back in the dining room.
"Yeah she was," she said pulling out the yearbook. "The crowd came for us, the football team hadn't won in years. We were the stars. Well, Izzie was. But I was a damn good backup."
"This is great. Thank you," Elena said genuinely.
"You're welcome," Trudie smiled.
"Elena and I were both cheerleaders for a while so this is very exciting. I really appreciate you telling us this," Brea told her.
Trudie touched the twin's hands affectionately before pointing out, "neither of you has touched your tea."
"Oh yeah," Elena muttered before the twins both took a sip out of the mug. When they tasted it they frowned immediately, after the way their lives had changed in the last couple of months, they were both very familiar with this herb. "What is this?" Elena asked.
"Oh, it's just some herbal mixture," Trudie shrugged nervously.
"Vervain?" Elena asked. "You know," she realised.
"Know what?" Trudie asked, her eyes widening.
"You didn't invite us in," Brea realised. "You invited us for tea but you didn't say come in."
"You're serving two strangers vervain tea," Elena continued. "You know," she pushed.
"I think that you should both probably leave," Trudie said as she began to panic.
"Wait. What are you not telling us?" Elena asked confused at the turn of events.
"Please leave," Trudie said more urgently. "Now!" Elena and Brea then stood up and grabbed their coats sadly before leaving the house.
"Well, that turned from awesome to very disappointing very quickly," Brea mumbled.
"She's scared of something," Elena suggested as they walked to their car, just as they were about to get in they turned around to see a man standing in the middle of the road staring at them so they got in the car quickly and Elena drove them away.
Spotting Elena enter the Grill, Brea ditched her aunt and ran and towards her sister. "Thank god you're here, Jenna was getting her flirt on with Ric and it was disgusting to watch."
Elena laughed. "Glad I could help you out."
"Hello lovebirds," Brea greeted Matt and Caroline at the ticket booth.
"He's already been hit on, like, 35 times, he's total cougar bait," Caroline said about Matt as soon as the girls approached them.
"I've always thought so," Brea teased as she squished his cheek, making him shove her arm away. "I've said it for years."
"Impressive," Elena said with a smirk.
"Hi, Mrs Donovan!" Caroline piped up squeakily as soon as she saw Matt's mom. Both Matt and Brea made a quick snicker at her nervousness.
"Elena, honey! Oh, and darling Brea, hello, hello" Kelly said happily hugging the twins.
"Hi Kelly," they both say kindly.
"Long time no see."
"How are you doing?" Elena asked.
"Oh, same old. Oh. Matty tells me you broke his heart."
"Mom," Matt interjected embarrassed yet again.
"Just kidding, calm down. He found his rebound girl," Kelly said side-eyeing Caroline causing Brea's smile to drop in anger. "Oh here you go, sweetheart, however many that'll buy," Kelly said passing Caroline money for tickets for the night's bachelor auction. "I just hope I don't get bachelor 3. I dated him in high school. Not impressive," she said before whispering, "in any way," as Elena gave a small laugh and Caroline handed Kelly her tickets. "Thank you, very exciting," Kelly said walking off.
"Let's go find Jenna," Elena suggested as the raffle started.
"I'll meet you over there in a minute," Brea said before leaning over to Caroline and whispering, "just ignore Kelly, she can be a bit of a bitch. You come with me," she said as she pulled Matt away a few feet before flicking him on the nose.
"Ow, what the hell?" he asked.
"Defend your girlfriend, you moron. Caroline is a sweetheart and you know she won't defend herself against your mom but that kind of talk will just play on her insecurities. Don't be such a noob," she lectured before walking over to Elena who had just walked away from Stefan.
"Oh my god," Elena breathed. "I just found out. Stefan managed to get a picture of Alaric's wife Isobel. Brea, it's Isobel Flemming. Our birth mom. Ric's wife is our mom."
"Oh my god," Brea stuttered, pushing her hair back. "I can't believe it. We just found out who she was… and now… she's already dead," Brea realised sadly. "Look I... I don't want to be insensitive, but I really want to have a good night Lena. We both deserve it after the month we've had. Let's just... can we talk about it later, please? Let's just go sit with Jenna and try to have a good, fun night for once."
"Number 4, Alaric Saltzman," Carol Lockwood announced at the bachelor auction, and Brea started nudging Jenna's arm madly.
"Wolf whistle Jenna, wolf whistle," Brea teased, making her aunt giggle.
"Wow, that's quite a mouthful," Carol laughed. "What do you do, Alaric?"
"I'm a teacher at Mystic Falls High," he answered.
"Oh, beauty and brains, ladies. This one's a keeper. What do you teach?"
"History."
"History. Oh, well, give us a fun fact about Mystic Falls something crazy," Carol asked and Ric froze, unsure how to answer. "He's probably saving the best stories for his date," Carol covered up. "And last, but not least, Damon Salvatore. We don't have much on you."
"Well, I'm tough to fit onto a card," he smirked.
"Do you have any hobbies, like to travel?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, LA, New York. A couple of years ago, I was in North Carolina, near the Duke campus, actually. I think Alaric went to school there, didn't you Ric? Yeah, cause I know your wife did." As soon as Damon said this both Elena and Brea stopped smiling and sat up straight, he knew their birth mother. "I had a drink with her once. She was a great girl. Did I ever tell you that? Cause she was… delicious." As soon as Damon said that both Elena and Brea's eyes widened. Damon had just confessed to killing her. Both their eyes immediately started tearing up, Damon had killed their birth mother.
"Are you ok?" Jenna asked noticing their change in demeanour.
"Air," Brea croaked.
"We just need some air," Elena choked as the girls got up, grabbed each other's hands and ran outside pushing past Stefan on the way.
"Elena, Brea!" he called out as he followed after them.
"He killed her? Damon was the vampire that killed her?" Elena snapped in anger as Brea paced up and down the sidewalk.
"I don't know what happened. Alaric said that they never found the body," Stefan told them as Brea stopped pacing and leaned against the wall hyperventilating.
"Oh my god," Brea whimpered.
"I know. I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you two, but I just- I wanted to know more first."
"We were feeling sorry for him," Elena sobbed.
Brea growled, stalking over to the couple. "We wanted to be his friends but he killed her!"
"We hoped this whole Katherine thing would change him. That was so stupid," Elena admonished herself.
"He doesn't know about the connection to you both. I thought about confronting him, but he's already so on edge," Stefan tried to reason.
"Why are you protecting him?" Elena accused.
"We shouldn't have to walk on eggshells around him!" Brea yelled.
"You both aren't the only ones hoping that he might actually change," Stefan said sadly.
Brea then noticed a man standing behind Stefan, the same man who had been outside Trudie's house. Brea nudged Elena's arm and gestured with her head, making her sister look and spot the man. "That man," Elena spoke up, causing Stefan to turn around and look at him. "We saw that man outside of Trudie's."
"Get back inside, come on," Stefan said ushering the girls indoors.
"And bachelor number 3 goes to 37458," Carol announced.
"That's me," Kelly called out.
"Ah, Kelly Donovan. Lovely," Carol said scathingly over the microphone.
"Serves the bitch right for the way she spoke to Care," Brea mumbled her head resting in her hands.
"You and the plumber should have so much fun," Carol said.
"I always have liked Carol," Brea said. "She doesn't sugarcoat things."
"She is one scary woman," Jenna agreed, as she stroked Brea's hair and watched her concerned.
"Bachelor 4 goes to 37649," Carol said.
"That's me!" Jenna said, happy that she had won a date with Ric.
"Woah!" Brea cheered enthusiastically.
"Thank you, Brea, sweetie," Carol stuttered nervously.
Just as Jenna was about to stand up, Brea pulled her arm. "You owe Jeremy and me big time. We bribed Carol with 3 months of fortnightly carwashes to pull out your ticket."
"Thank you!" Jenna breathed, kissing Brea on the cheek before she ran off to claim her 'prize'.
"Let's go to the bathroom, I can't sit here any longer and pretend things are ok," Elena said getting up and walking off leaving Brea to follow her. As the girls walked around the corner Elena walked straight into Damon.
"Whoa. Easy there," Damon smirked as Brea yanked Elena back towards her while the girls glared daggers at him. "Buy a ticket like everyone else," he joked.
"Did you enjoy that?" Elena hissed.
"You pompous, arrogant pig," Brea insulted.
"Woah, what's happening here?" he asked confused. "Enjoy what?"
"Rubbing it into Alaric Saltzman," Elena explained with malice.
"What?" he asked with a frown.
"Just as we were starting to think there was something redeemable about you," Elena hissed.
"Elena, Brea," Stefan said coming up behind Damon trying to stop them.
"Am I missing something here?" Damon asked looking between the three of them.
"Um, let me think. Well aside from the fact Ric is going to be our future uncle, we may have forgotten to mention to you that we found out who our birth mother is," Brea said, her knuckles going white as she clenched her fist.
"Elena did mention that actually," Damon said leaning forward with a smirk.
"The one that gave us up?" Elena continued. "Her name was Isobel." As soon as Elena said that Damon's face paled and his smirk dropped as he realised what was happening. "Go ahead, reminisce about how you killed her," Elena snapped heading back outside.
"Brenna I..." Damon started.
"Just, don't" she dismissed him as she went and sat back down at the table.
"Yo Brea!" Tyler called out in the hallway.
"Yo Shrek!" Brea called back to him and he laughed and immediately ran up to her.
"Where did that come from?" he asked, slapping his hand over his chest in feigned pain.
"It just felt right," Brea laughed back before she began glaring at her sister. "Oh my god, that nasty little girl."
"What did Elena do now?" Tyler asked with a smirk.
"That's my jacket!"
"I thought sisters were meant to share?
"Don't be stupid Tyler," Brea rolled her eyes.
Brea was jumping up and down trying to get her brother's attention as they walked into the Grill. "Take off the headphones! Come on Jer!"
Jeremy, however, was too tall and she couldn't rip them off his head. "Stop or I'll leave," he warned.
Brea and Jeremy sat inside a booth. "Ty!" Brea called out as she spotted him playing pool and waved him over to their booth.
"I'm gone," Jeremy snapped, quickly storming off.
"What's his problem?" Tyler asked
"He's grumpy today."
"Want a burger?" Tyler offered.
"Oh my god!" Brea gasped, ignoring his question as she pointed at her aunt who was getting drunk at the bar.
"Woah! Go, Jenna," Tyler cheered.
"No don't encourage her," she laughed, slapping his arm. "She is a responsible role model now."
"Oh, yeah, wild Aunt Jenna is a role model is alright. I love it. I want to be just like her when I grow up."
"You're an idiot!" Brea laughed. As she and Tyler were laughing, she was suddenly yanked out of her seat by her arm.
"Brenna!" a man hissed in her face.
"Easy dickhead, let her go," Tyler growled trying to shove the man off of Brea, but he was too strong and wouldn't relent.
"How are you alive?" the man growled.
"Who are you?" Brea snapped before her eyes widened. "Fredrick," she gasped as she realised that she recognised him from her 1864 dreams. "Let me go," she said struggling even harder. She didn't really know who he was, but she knew he was unpredictable and dangerous and had always hated her and Katherine.
"Dude I am so close to punching you," Tyler threatened. "Let her go now before I kick your ass."
"No Ty, don't!" Brea said quickly, not wanting him to get hurt, because Frederick was likely to attack him.
"I don't see Katherine protecting you now," he smirked before he looked over her head. "Or is she? I'll get back to you later," Brea turned to look to follow his line of sight when she saw Elena exiting the bathroom. Fredrick aggressively threw her back into the booth before walking off toward Elena.
"Brea," Tyler said running to her side. "What the hell? Are you ok? Where the hell is he?" Tyler growled turning red with rage.
"I'll be back," Brea stuttered, ignoring him as she raced over to her sister. As she tried to speed over to Elena, she was intercepted by a slightly tipsy Aunt Jenna. "Jenna, really?" Brea groaned, she needed to get to her sister.
"Did you just fall into your booth?" Jenna giggled.
"Wait, what?" Brea asked with a frown.
"I looked over and you were face down in the booth."
"Oh right, um, Jeremy pushed me. Yeah he did, he's been very mean to me today."
"Wait, that doesn't make sense, I saw Jer ditch you ten minutes ago. Have you been drinking? Look at me, how many fingers am I holding up?" Jenna rushed to say.
"Jenna, you're not holding any fingers up…" Brea sighed.
"Oh right, that was a trick question," she said before raising her hand. "How about now?"
"Jenna, that's a fist, not fingers," Brea said raising her eyebrows.
"Oh wow, so it is. You're right. Ok, you pass," Jenna said giggling.
"Ok look, Jenna, you look like you're having fun. But I gotta go ask Lena something so I'll see you later," she said sidestepping her aunt and racing up to Stefan and Elena. "A guy just attacked me!" Brea whispered to the couple.
"Which guy?" Elena asked clearly already shaken.
"I think the guy who just confronted you. He hauled me out of my booth and demanded to know how I was alive. He said he'd come back for me! Stefan, I think he was a tomb vampire."
"No. No. That's not possible," Stefan said shaking his head.
"Stefan, it was Fredrick," Brea whispered and Stefan's eyes went wide.
"Fredrick?" Stefan asked and Brea nodded. "I remember him. He and his girlfriend always hated Katherine and Brenna. Look Elena's with me so she'll be safe, I need you to get home. Get Tyler over there to take you. If he said he'll come back for you, then you need to get somewhere he won't be able to enter, like your house." Brea nodded and then walked back to her booth where Tyler was still angrily searching the Grill for the guy.
"Hey, I'm gonna head home I think. Give Jer some hell for ditching me," Brea told him.
"Yeah, let's get out of here. I'll take you home," Tyler said getting up.
As she exited the Grill she noticed Fredrick lurking in the shadows and she took a deep breath. She was distracted by a yelp and looked over to see her aunt fall into a cab. "Jenna?"
"Niecey!" Jenna sang hugging Brea.
"Ok, you're not safe to get in a cab," Tyler laughed. "Come on. I'm driving you home as well."
The whole car ride consisted of Aunt Jenna trying to get her niece to dance with her. As they pulled up at the house Brea quickly thanked Tyler and then threw herself out of the car trying to get away from her clingy Aunt. "Jeremy!" Jenna hollered as they got inside.
"Jenna. Hey, uh, what's, uh… what's up?" Jeremy asked as he jumped out of the kitchen. He kept looking back into the kitchen nervously, making Brea tilt her head.
"Regret," Jenna smirked. "Make sure you lock that up," Jenna said, gesturing to the back door that was wide open before she headed upstairs. Brea hung back suspicious of her brother's behaviour. As soon as he thought the girls left he flung himself back into the kitchen and Brea ran after him.
"Ah ha!" Brea shouted, expecting to catch him in the act of doing something he shouldn't be. But he wasn't doing anything, he just had pulled out materials for a sandwich.
"What's up?" Jeremy asked Brea a bit more sadly.
"Seriously! You're trying to hide the fact that you're making a sandwich from Jenna and me," Brea laughed. "God times have changed from the days when you were taking drugs," she smiled.
Brea went to the cupboard and grabbed a cookie before heading upstairs. As she entered her room and shut her door she screamed out as she saw Anna standing in the corner of her room. "Oh my god, what the hell!"
"Don't yell, please," Anna begged, racing forward and placing a hand over Brea's mouth.
A loud bang then sounded on Brea's door and both girls spun around to face the door. "Owwww" her aunt groaned.
"Just give me a minute," Brea whispered to Anna before racing to the door and opening it to find her aunt flat on the ground. "You alright there, Aunt Jenna?" she asked.
"Yeah, owie, you screamed so I ran to save the day."
"Um, right. I um, stubbed my toe," Brea lied.
"Oh yeah. That hurts when that happens," Jenna groaned from the ground.
"Need a hand there Jenna?" Brea offered.
"No thanks, I'll just crawl back," Jenna said dragging herself back to her room.
"Ok, good night Jenna. So Anna, not to be rude, but what are you doing here?" Brea asked, closing her door and turning back into her room waiting for her to explain why she was there.
"I just thought. I mean, you're my only real friend Brenna. I mean besides your brother but that's… complicated. I just, I thought you'd like to know more about who you are, and I guess... how you are is the best way to phrase it."
Brea immediately stood up straight. "Yes, yes. I need to know. You have to tell me whatever you know."
"Ok," Anna said sitting down on the bed. "Maybe you should just ask some questions? I don't know how to go about this."
"Am I Brenna from 1864?" Brea immediately asked.
"Yeah. You are."
"How?" Brea asked, desperate to know.
"You told me all about who you are. About a century before 1864 when we were making our way through Prague."
"Before? I knew you before 1864?"
"Yeah, you were travelling with Katherine around that time. And you know, my mom was best friends with Katherine. So we spent quite a lot of time together before we came to Mystic Falls in 1864."
"How is that possible? I'm only human. I don't understand."
"You told me about how many many centuries ago a witch put a curse on you."
"A curse?" Brea's eyes widened.
"Could you let me finish? It'll make more sense, if you don't interrupt," Brea just nodded and Anna continued. "So you said that around the year 1000, a witch put a spell on you. Apparently, you were in love with her son who got turned into a vampire. You told me that he couldn't live without you, which was slightly arrogant of you. So the witch spelled you so that every time you died, you would come back to life again. When you die, you reincarnate. Different family, a different life. But the same name, Brenna. You never really wanted to elaborate much more after that, but you said you never make it to the age of 22, you always get sick and die." At this Brea's face paled. She was already 17. "You ok?" Anna asked concerned and Brea just nodded her head. "Look, you hate this curse ok. You find either Katherine or this guy you love, you never told me his name. You get a few happy years and then you die. I'm sorry it's so morbid."
"What happens to the two of them when I die?"
"Well I know Katherine just gets straight to finding you again. You reincarnate on the same day every time, June 23rd. So she dedicates herself to finding you, she always has a witch handy to help. Katherine told me that she has to find you before your boyfriend or his family does. I mean your boyfriend hates her guts from the sounds of it. I don't know why. But she said that if she finds you first she can use a witch to cloak you, so he can't find you."
"Why would she want me hidden from him if he loves me?" Brea breathed.
"I overheard you and Katherine arguing about that once. Being with him, apparently, it's dangerous for you. He has a lot of enemies and that puts you in danger of being collateral damage."
"How am I related to Katherine?" Brea asked.
"You were sisters."
"How is that possible?"
"When you reincarnated one time, you were her twin sister it was in like, the late 1400s or something when she was still human. It was just like you and…"
"Elena. That has to mean something. How can they look the same and both have me as a twin?"
"You don't seem all that phased by this," Anna noted.
"I, umm, I mean I've been having nightmares about my previous lives for months now. So it's not like I didn't know something was different about me. Stefan and Damon suspected this but we were never sure."
"I don't know how it's possible Brenna, I really don't. I don't understand it and you would always get upset when you tried to explain it."
"Do you know anything else about the man? The one I'm supposedly in love with?"
"Have you had dreams about him too?" Anna asked.
"I don't know, I think so, maybe," Brea muttered.
"All I know about him is that he is a very old vampire. Older than anyone I know. He has a family that you're very close with. He actually gave you that ring," Anna said taking Brea's hand to look at it. "To protect you. You told me all about it one night. Every time you're in danger the purple gem glows, he has a ring as well that you said glows when yours starts to, they're linked. Yours glows before the danger comes so that gives him time to get to you and help if he can. I'm sorry Brenna, you never told me anything else. You and Katherine were so secretive about that part of your life."
"Can you elaborate on that rule you were talking about the other day? You were, you know, holding me hostage at the time so I wasn't really listening when you were talking about it."
"Well you were the only human in a large group of vampires, and some of them wanted to eat you. They didn't believe in carting a human around. Katherine killed a lot of the vampires who threatened you. That's why we planned to settle down in Mystic Falls. So they'd have other people to eat, it'd keep you safer. Katherine warned us all that you knew the most dangerous vampires in the world, and if you were so much as scratched they'd spend the next 500 years torturing whoever touched you. Some of the vampires believed it, but not all of them. But no one was keen on crossing Katherine, she was a bit crazy. So no one touched you. But, Brenna, all the vampires from the tomb are out. Fredrick as well. I don't know if you remember but he hated you more than any of the others."
"I kind of do. I saw him today. He grabbed me in the Grill, he said he'd be back for me."
"Brenna, promise me. Do not go out after dark, not by yourself," Anna warned. "I'm serious. You cannot trust him not to go for you out of spite or hatred for Katherine." Brea just nodded. "Look I'm sorry to just spring this on you, but I have to go."
Brea then went to Elena's room to find her about to switch out her lights. "Hey, what's up?" she asked, seeing Brea obviously upset about something.
"Can I sleep in here tonight Lena?"
"Yeah, yeah, are you ok?" Elena asked. Brea just nodded and got in bed with her sister and proceeded to tell her sister everything that Anna told her before they went to sleep hugging each other.