"Brea!" Elena snapped as the two sat in the Grill waiting for Isobel to show up.
"Yeah?" she asked snapping out of her daydreaming.
"Stop tapping your foot. You're making me nervous."
"But I am nervous," Brea tried to defend but Elena just glared. "I don't understand why we have to do this. I mean why can't we just call Isobel's bluff?" Brea asked nervously. Apparently, Isobel had shown up in town and told Ric that if she didn't get a meeting with the twins she'd go on a murder spree.
"We're not risking the town just because we don't want to see her," Elena explained with a sigh.
Brea just rolled her eyes and started tapping her ring against the table.
"Brea!" Elena said kicking her under the table.
"Ouch!"
"Stop tapping! First, your foot, now your ring, cut it out," she growled as Brea glared at her.
"Psychopath," she hissed under her breath.
Just as Brea pulled out her phone, Elena kicked her again, "I swear to god I'm going to kick you back in a second! I wasn't even doing anything that time," Brea started to tell her sister off but then looked up and saw Isobel standing over the table "Oh."
Isobel laid her coat out on the chair and sat down opposite the twins. "Hello Brenna, Elena," she greeted. "You look just like her. It's eerie," she said to Elena before facing Brea. "You, a century and a half away from Katherine, but from what I've observed of you, I see the similarities," Isobel noted making Brea's eyes widen.
"You've met Katherine," Elena interrupted shocked.
"She found me after I turned. Genetic curiosity, I suppose. She would be fascinated by you."
"Is that how you can walk in the day?" Elena asked gesturing to Isobel's necklace.
"Katherine helped me obtain it."
"Who's our father?"
"Not important. He was a teenage waste of space," Isobel answered.
"Bit rude," Brea muttered.
"A name would be nice," Elena snarked.
"It would, wouldn't it? You ask a lot of questions, Elena."
"Why did you compel that man to kill himself, right after he told me to stop looking for you?" Elena asked.
"Dramatic impact. Wish it would have been more effective."
"Human life means that little to you?"
"Means nothing to me. It's just part of being what I am."
"You were human once, not long ago," Brea spat disgusted. "How can you kill and not feel any guilt?"
"Not all of us are blessed like you are. You're the only one I've ever heard of blessed with that nifty little reincarnation spell. Must be amazing to lead a different life every 20 years, start fresh and find new families. Katherine always described it as a curse, but from where I'm sitting, it's an absolute bless-."
"Shut up!" Brea snarled with malice and Isobel immediately went quiet.
"In order to live forever, lives will be lost as a cost," Isobel preached.
"You don't have to kill to be a vampire," Elena said after looking at her fuming sister with concern. "We know other vampires. That's not true."
"You mean your boyfriend over there by the pool table? Stefan Salvatore. Why Stefan? Why didn't you go for Damon? Or do you enjoy them both like Katherine did?"
"Ew," Brea muttered.
"Why did you want to meet us?" Elena asked, reaching over for her sister's hand in the hope to calm her down. "It can't be to just catch up."
"Because I'm curious about you both. But the real reason is, I want what your uncle wants. Jonathan Gilbert's invention."
"How do you know our uncle?" Brea asked.
"I used to spend a lot of time here when I was younger," Isobel answered. "John had a crush on me for years. He was the first one that told me about vampires."
"So what made you want to be one?" Elena asked.
"It's a very long list of reasons, Elena. All of which I'm sure you've thought about," she said, making Elena immediately shake her head. "That was your first lie. It's inevitable. You're going to get old. Stefan won't. Your twin won't make it much longer, she'll die in a few years and live through her next 22 years in a new family without you. The only way to see her again and be with Stefan forever is to be a vampire. When you're human, forever doesn't last very long."
"I'm sorry, but I don't have what you're looking for," Elena snarled, glossing over Isobel's words.
"We're leaving," Brea said, glaring at Isobel.
As Elena and Brea stood up to leave, Isobel grabbed Elena's arm tightly. "Sit down and tell your boyfriend to walk away," she instructed Elena as Stefan started to move towards them. Elena slowly sat down and nodded at Stefan to back off.
Isobel hadn't released her hold on Elena's arm and Brea began fuming. "Let go of her arm, now!" she snarled causing Isobel to immediately release Elena's arm.
Isobel smiled at the girls, "I want the invention."
"We don't have it," Brea reasoned.
"I know that. But Damon does. And you two are going to get it for me."
"He's not going to give it to us," Elena argued.
"Then the blood will be on your hands," Isobel said before she stood up. "It was nice meeting you Brenna, Elena," she smiled before leaving. Elena sat at the table crying, but Brea was angry, she stormed out of the Grill, not waiting for anyone.
"Elena! Brea!" Jeremy yelled at school the next day.
"Jer!" Brea called back with a wide smile, he'd been ignoring her the past few weeks so this was progress.
"Hey. Um… have you seen Stefan? I need to find him," Elena asked looking around preoccupiedly.
"No, not lately. Listen. Um, you have a second?" Jeremy asked as he noticed Elena wasn't listening.
"I have many seconds for you dear brother, even though you haven't for me lately," Brea smiled, but he didn't give her any reaction.
"Um, yeah. What's up? What's going on?" Elena asked, still searching around for Stefan.
"Well, it's Anna. I left her all these messages, and she hasn't gotten back to me. Not even a text." As soon as Jeremy said Anna, Elena and Brea froze.
"Anna? I didn't know that you guys were still friends," Elena asked in concern.
"We're more than friends," Jeremy responded, making Brea's eyebrows raise. "Look, something could be seriously wrong. And if you know anything, you gotta tell me."
"I haven't talked to her, Jer," Elena answered, while Brea stayed silent.
"Are you lying to me right now?"
"Why would you say that?" Elena asked in shock.
"Cause that's what you do Elena. You and Brea lie. You lie about everything," he said getting in Elena's face.
"I don't lie," Brea protested. "I misappropriate the truth, that's different."
"Just save it ok," Jeremy snapped. "I know what Anna is. And I know that you know. I also know about Brea," Jeremy's face softened and he looked at Brea as her mouth fell open. "So tell me, please Brea, you're her friend, do you have any idea where she is?"
"I don't know where she is Jer," Brea stuttered in shock. "I haven't seen her since two nights ago. I swear Jer. She…" before Brea could say anything else Jeremy stormed off.
"But, Jer. Jeremy wait! Jeremy!" Elena called after him, but he just kept walking. Elena turned around to face Brea and gasped, and quickly reached out and pulled Brea towards her. "Isobel," she sneered.
"What are you doing here?" Brea snapped.
"I'm your mother. I want to be more involved in your lives."
"Thanks but no thanks," Brea retorted with a fake smile.
"We don't want you in our lives," Elena agreed.
"I understand that. You already have a lot of people that you care about. But I've been studying. Let's see if I got this right. There is the witchy best friend Bonnie. Gonna stay away from that one," Isobel laughed as she pointed out Bonnie, making Elena and Brea tense up. "Oh, sad little brother Jeremy. And there's Caroline, obnoxious Caroline…"
"Hey, she's not obnoxious, she's just assertive" Brea defended.
"Brenna's best friend from birth. I got all of my info from her, by the way. She had no idea who I was, and she wouldn't stop yapping."
"Dammit Caroline," Brea muttered.
"Ah," Isobel sighed. "There's Tyler, Brenna's best friend. Oh," Isobel sighed. "There's Matt, friend to both, ex to one, yappy's future ex. Lots of connections there."
"Matt's not involved with this," Elena said angrily.
"He's involved with the both of you. Isn't he?"
"Look, you shouldn't be here," Elena pleaded. "You need to leave."
"No. I have some friends here too. Look. See that man over there standing next to Matt by the float? His name's Frank. He's very handsome. And he's also quite handy," Isobel said as Elena and Brea looked at her suspiciously out of the corner of their eyes. "He noticed that the axle was kind of rusted, which is very dangerous so all you have to do is apply a little bit of pressure, and-" Isobel said informing the girls of what was about to happen.
"No!" the girls screamed and tried to run to Matt as Frank jumped on the float making it fall down onto Matt's arm, causing him to scream in pain. Elena was held back by Isobel, but Brea was allowed to run forward to Matt.
"Hey, pick this trailer up! Come on, guys! Lift it up, please!" Matt screamed in pain.
"Tyler, help!" Brea screamed as she spotted him running, as she slid down next to Matt.
"Give me a hand!" Tyler screamed to the guys standing around. "Come on, lift," he ordered. All the boys were struggling and weren't able to lift it until Stefan came and added some of his vampire strength to help lift it. As soon as Matt's arm was free, Brea yanked it out as quickly as she could. As soon as she was sure Matt was out of harm's way she grabbed her phone and called 911.
"Caroline, call an ambulance," Stefan instructed as Caroline reached Matt's side.
"Ok," she breathed in shock.
"It's ok, I'm on it," Brea assured a shocked Caroline.
"Jeremy?" Brea heard Elena yell out and immediately spun her head around. "Jeremy!" Elena screamed.
Brea threw her phone to Caroline to finish calling the ambulance and Brea got up and ran to Elena. "She has Jeremy! Brea, she has Jeremy!" Elena screamed.
Elena and Brea walked into the middle of the town square at 9 o clock, ready to meet Isobel. Elena had managed to convince Damon to hand over the device, on the condition that Bonnie remove the spell.
The girls felt a breeze and spun around to see Isobel standing there. "Where's the device?" she asked.
"Where's our brother?" Brea spat.
"This isn't a negotiation. Where's the invention?"
"Where is our brother?" Elena snapped.
"Do you really think that I came alone?" Isobel threatened and two of her henchmen walked out behind the girls.
"Do you really think we came alone?" Elena smirked in response and Damon and Stefan stepped out behind Isobel.
"Where is our brother?" Brea snarled.
"For god's sake, call home," Isobel huffed.
"What?" Elena asked confused.
"Call home, ask to speak to your brother Jeremy."
Brea whipped her phone out and dialled, and Elena pressed her head up against the other side of the phone to listen in. "Hello?" Jeremy answered.
"Jeremy?" Brea breathed. "Oh my god, Jer! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Uncle John hit his head. It was an accident. But I'm ok," Jeremy confirmed.
"We'll be home soon, all right?" Brea said with a big smile on her face.
"Yeah," he said hanging up.
"You were never going to hurt him," Elena guessed.
"No. I was going to kill him," Isobel smirked. "Don't look for any redeeming qualities in me. I don't have any."
"You took a risk with Damon," Brea noted.
"Yeah, how did you know he was going to give it to us?" Elena asked.
"Because he's in love with you Elena," Isobel smirked and the girls frowned. "And if that didn't work, I'm sure you've already worked out how much he cares for your sister." Isobel then stuck her hand out and Elena walked forward, pulling Brea with her.
"Thank you," Elena spat as she slammed the device into Isobel's hand.
"For what?"
"For being such a monumental disappointment. Keeps the memory of our real mother, perfectly intact."
"You have no one, Isobel. No one. You're all alone. And you've done that to yourself," Brea said, shaking her head in disgust.
"Goodbye, Elena. As long as you have a Salvatore on each arm, you're doomed. Katherine was smart. She got out. But we all know that you're not Katherine," Isobel smirked. "Goodbye Brenna, have a nice 5 years," she taunted before walking away. Elena and Brea looked after her upset, Stefan then walked forward and embraced Elena, as Brea kept an eye on Damon suspiciously.
"Jeremy, we have to talk about this," Elena said as the twins entered his room.
"No, we really don't," he said not looking at them.
"I don't know what Anna told you, but there are things that you need to know," Elena tried to reason.
"Yeah? Because… I'm pretty sure that your journal covered it."
"You read my journal?" Elena asked angrily.
"Sly little devil," Brea smirked and then hissed quietly to Elena, "I told you writing everything down was dangerous."
"Save me the speech about the invasion of privacy, because I read a section about Damon erasing my memory, about what happened to Vicki."
Brea tensed up at this, knowing it was well within his rights to be mad, but Elena kept pressing. "Jeremy, please, you don't understand. The night that Vicki died, it was like mom and dad died all over again. It was all over your face. And it hurt so much to see you like that. I just wanted to take away your pain, I'm so sorry," she pleaded.
"Just get out," he snapped.
"No Jeremy-"
"Elena! Just get out. You too Brenna, please," he snapped, and Brea began to tear up. He only called her Brenna when he was irate at her or teasing her. This situation was very much the former. Elena nodded before turning and leaving.
"Jer…" Brea whispered.
"Out."
"Anna. Her mom died, and she has no family left. She's devastated. But she was here the other night, talking to me. She's fine. Don't worry." Jeremy just nodded and turned away and Brea turned to leave the room. "Just let me know if you hear from her."
New Orleans, 1914
"Did you get it? Did you get the paragon diamond?" Brenna asked.
"I did. But then Niklaus took it from me," Kol replied.
"Well can't say that I am unhappy about that. Kol, he's your brother. If it seems as though he will dagger you again, we will simply run. There is no need to plot against him. It will only infuriate him further."
"He trapped my witches inside the mansion of Dowager Fauline!"
"He trapped them?" Brenna asked in shock.
"Yes, sweetheart. The bastard had his own witch lock them in. Forced me to hand over the diamond and then he trapped our allies in that house to rot!"
"Kol, you need to calm down."
"I can't!" he yelled throwing a lamp, causing Brenna to flinch. "I've spent centuries daggered. Finn's been daggered most of his life. I hardly get any time with you as it is. Then he goes and takes more time by daggering me whenever he pleases, just so he can get you all to himself," he raged.
"Kol, you know that's not why he daggers you," Brenna sighed.
"Right, he and Elijah dagger me because they can't handle the fact that I get a little unhinged every bloody time you die! That's just one of many reasons darling, trust me," he yelled.
"Kol, hey, hey," she said grabbing his face. "I love you. Only you. Always you. Don't worry."
Kol then grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss. "God, you'll never know how much I love you," he whispered pressing his forehead on hers. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. "Darling, you're…"
"Shhh, I don't want to talk about it," she whispered.
"But darling…"
"It's fine. It's fine," she whispered shaking her head.
"No it's not," he said pulling his head off hers. "You're 21, darling. You've only got a few months. Mary-Alice Claire was the only witch I've found who was able to make any sort of progress to break this spell."
"It's alright," she said pulling him in for a kiss. "Kol, it's fine. You'll just have to miss me for a few years, but I have no doubt you'll find me. Katerina needs to keep her distance or Nik will know she's still alive, so it'll be just you and I. I love you," she said firmly before pulling him in for a hug.
"Where did you even get this dress?" Jenna asked Brea as she helped her do up her corsets.
Brea smirked, "Stefan gave it to me, it was an old family heirloom." The dress was in fact, one of Brea's from 1864 that Stefan had kept and returned to her.
"Oh yeah? And why did he give you a dress and not his girlfriend?" Jenna challenged.
Brea's eyes went wide, Jenna had made a good point. "Um, I beat him in a game of pool. Yeah, at the Grill. I wanted the dress. I won it. Fair and square," she sang as Elena gave her a disbelieving frown at the thought that Brea could beat Stefan in a game of pool.
"Stefan must really be terrible at pool if you beat him," Jenna snorted and Elena gave Brea a smug look.
"This dress hurts," Elena moaned.
"Humph. Suck it in, baby," Jenna smirked before she walked away to grab a hair clip.
"I had to put up with this for centuries, quit whining," Brea teased.
"Yeah well… you don't even remember most of it," Elena smirked.
"Yeah, but Lena," Brea said turning serious. "Corset pain haunts my dreams."
Elena just rolled her eyes and looked back towards the mirror. "You're incorrigible."
"Do you see Stefan?" Elena asked as they walked through the school parking lot.
"Um, no," Brea said.
"You didn't even look," Elena laughed pushing her shoulder as the girls giggled. When the girls turned around, they caught sight of both Salvatore brothers staring at them.
"When you see the gentleman you curtsy, Elena," Brea nudged her twin. Elena smirked back and they then turned their gaze to the boys before curtsying. The girls then stood up straight and walked towards the Salvatores. "Oh my god, Stefan! Is that vintage?" Brea mocked with a fake gasp. "I'm talking about your face, you know, you're like 160 years old," she winked, making him smile.
"Well, I'll leave you three to it, Stefan has some big news," Damon said before walking off.
"He's been weird since the day I met him. Are you sure you two are related? You're much more stable than that nutcase," Brea joked turning to face Stefan, but her smile faded when she looked at Stefan's serious face.
"What is he talking about?" Elena asked.
"Damon, he, uh, thinks he worked out who your biological father is," Stefan answered hesitantly.
"Well, he can't be any worse than our biological mother right?" Brea giggled nervously before quickly falling silent when Elena turned to glare at her. "Or he could be worse, you never know, it's best not to jinx these things," Brea rushed. "So Stefan! Spill."
Stefan's face contorted and it was obvious he didn't want to tell them. "He thinks it's your uncle. John." Both Brea and Elena's eyebrows nearly left their faces they rose so high.
"John?" Elena asked in shock. "Is-is that even possible?"
"Well, there's no proof, but he dated Isobel when she was a teenager, and he was the one who brought her to your dad's office for the delivery."
"My whole life we've never liked this man," Elena gasped.
"Speak for yourself," Brea muttered and Elena turned to her, knowing she was lying. "I mean he's alright in small doses."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just-I want to let you both know before Damon dropped it on you in some typically inappropriate way."
"No, I'm happy that you told us. I just… I really hope that it's not true," Elena sighed.
"I'm with you there, sis," Brea agreed. "I mean John, Isobel," Brea said weighing her hands up and down before dramatically dropping them. "Both monumental disappointments. Don't we deserve at least one win in the biological parent department? We got two wins in the adoptive parent part, but biological would be nice too. Or is that greedy?"
"What are we supposed to do?" Elena asked Stefan, cutting off Brea's rambling. "Do we just… confront him and say are you our biological father?"
Stefan shrugged, "I guess when you're both ready."
"We're never going to be ready."
"But, Lena, wouldn't it be better to know for sure rather than leave the mysterious cloud over our heads?" Brea asked.
Elena turned away with a frown as she thought it over. "Stefan, we have enough problems with the family that we actually care about. Jeremy hates us, and why wouldn't he?" Elena asked and Brea's head fell in genuine sadness. "My journal gave him every single reason to."
"He's just hurt. He's confused," Stefan tried to comfort.
"He'll never forgive us for Vicki, for taking away his memory, for lying to him."
"He's your brother. He'll forgive you both. Just give him some time."
"Oh, you think giving him space is the best tactic?" Brea asked Stefan and he nodded. "Crap," she groaned. "I'll see you guys later, I've got to get my money back from the marching band before they start serenading him."
"Lockwood come on!" Brea yelled as she spotted Tyler. "Your mom will kill us if we aren't in place on the float."
"You know I thought that me being your date to the Miss Mystic Falls pageant ended there. I never thought I'd end up being dragged on the float," Tyler grumbled.
"Come on man, it makes you look so cool!" Brea encouraged as she grabbed his hand and dragged him along.
"Liar."
"Come on, you'll be standing next to one of the hottest girls in Mystic Falls," Brea smirked.
"Yeah, Elena is pretty hot," Tyler teased as Brea's mouth fell open in shock.
"You ass," she said shoving his shoulder.
"I missed this," Tyler smiled as they made their way onto the float.
"What?"
"Us. You've been ignoring me pretty hard because of Matt."
"Well, he is my best friend," Brea said looking up at Matt, who gave Brea a big wave as he stood next to Caroline. "See?" she gestured as she enthusiastically waved back. "That's our friendship wave."
"That's just a normal wave, Brea," he rolled his eyes.
"Just be quiet and wave to the crowd like a good escort," Brea encouraged as she began waving.
"Yo, yo," Brea said as she entered the Grill and saw Elena talking with Damon.
"Ouch, rejected," Damon smirked as Elena walked off, not having seen Brea.
"Well that hurt," Brea huffed. "She was always the rude twin. I've been saying it for years. Oh Jer," Brea smiled when she looked over at Elena and saw her talking to Jeremy. Before Brea could walk over, Jeremy had stood up and walked away.
"I'll catch up with you later," Damon said before quickly storming off after Jeremy.
"Well no one wants to hang out with me today," Brea muttered. "What did he say?" Brea asked Elena as she walked up to her.
"He said nothing," Elena said throwing her hands up in the air. "He said there's nothing we can do to make it better," she said sadly.
"I could rehire the marching band?" Brea suggested and Elena just glared. "I'm going to take that as a maybe."
"Jer!" Brea yelled as she spotted Jeremy in the Grill.
"Go away, Brea," he groaned as he tried to walk away.
"Wait, wait," she said grabbing his arm. "I just wanted to know if you'd heard from Anna."
"Yeah, a bit. Not much. She wants to leave town."
"Wait, what? Leave town?" she asked and Jeremy just nodded and walked off.
"Brea!" the mayor called out, running up to her and grabbing her arm. "I need you to go with Tyler, he'll take you back to our place."
"I'm sorry?" Brea asked confused.
"I need you to trust me."
"I'm sorry Mayor Lockwood. I have to wait for Jer."
"Brea, you've got to get out of here," he said moving closer to her in desperation, making her tilt her head confused.
"I'll go home, ok? I'll just go find my brother first." The mayor nodded content before walking off. Not a second later, she saw Anna storm into the Grill and in the direction of the bathrooms, where Jeremy had just gone. Brea decided to give them a bit of privacy for a while before Brea made her way towards the bathroom after a few minutes. Brea burst into the men's room, interrupting Jeremy and Anna's conversation. "Hey, Anna. I'm sorry. I gave you guys time to talk. I'm sorry, I know it's selfish, but… please don't leave without saying goodbye," she said with a small smile.
"Brenna, I…" Anna started before she started screaming and clutching her head.
"Anna! What's wrong?" Jeremy asked confused as the girl screamed as he and Brea supported her weight. "Brea?"
"I don't know! I don't know!" Brea panicked.
"Please make it stop," Anna begged.
"What the hell is happening?" Jeremy asked confused, as he held Anna to him.
"Ahh! My head! Dammit!" Anna cried.
"Hey, I got one!" an officer yelled into his speaker as he stormed into the bathroom. Another officer came in to assist, and Anna was yanked from Jeremy's arms and thrown to the officers.
"Hey! What are you doing" Jeremy demanded as the officer injected Anna with some liquid, making her pass out.
"Let her go!" Brea screamed as she lunged at the officer. He shoved her to fend her off, and she smashed her head against the wall and slumped down on the floor.
"Crap!" the officer gasped. "We better bring her as well, get her out of sight for now until it's over," he told his partner as he hauled Brea up from the ground.
"No! Let them go!" Jeremy screamed as he fought against the other officers' hold as the girls were dragged out of the room.
As they approached Brea's dad's old medical building, Brea's head started to clear and she groaned in pain. Brea took a look down at her ring and saw that it wasn't glowing, at least she wasn't in danger. The officer dragging both her and Anna entered her father's old building and placed Brea on a couch before carrying Anna down to the basement. She heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up to see her uncle John. "John?" she mumbled weakly and he looked at her sadly before he walked down the stairs. Brea knew something bad was happening, she had to help Anna. So groggily, she pulled herself up and stumbled out of the building in search of Elena and Stefan. As Brea stumbled through the town, she spotted Ric run down the stairs next to the Grill and she followed after him.
"I saw about 5 vampires go down. They're taking them to your family's old building," she heard him say to Stefan and Elena.
"Guys," she called from the top of the stairs as she leaned against a wall. Ric immediately ran up to her and helped her down the stairs. "I was in there. They got Anna and I saw them carrying others."
"Oh my god your head," Elena gasped as she noticed a small amount of blood above her eyebrow.
"It's the Gilbert device. It has to be," Stefan said.
"But how did he get it to work?" Elena asked. "Bonnie unspelled it."
"Maybe she didn't," Ric suggested.
"She did," Elena argued. "We saw her do it."
"Clearly not," Brea said as she leant on Ric.
"No, no, no. They're right," Stefan said. "Think about it. We asked Bonnie to deactivate a device that could protect people against vampires."
"So we could protect you," Elena said putting a hand on his shoulder.
"And Damon. Vampires. Where is Damon?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him since this started," Ric said
"Uncle John was there. He hates vampires, he knows Damon's one. He'll have him!"
"Can you get our brother?" Elena asked Ric. "Take him home?"
"Of course."
"Let's go," Elena said standing up, Brea went to follow.
"Woah, are you going to be ok?" Ric asked her as she tried to pull away from him.
Brea nodded, now feeling a bit stronger. "Look," Brea said raising her hand so he could see her ring, "I'm safe," she said running after Elena and Stefan.
"Wait, wait, wait," Stefan said halting the girls. "I can hear them. The building's on fire."
"What?" Elena asked.
"Building's on fire," Stefan said running.
"Where's Damon?" Elena demanded as they approached John.
"With the rest of them, where he should be. It's over for Damon."
"You're crazy," Elena said shaking her head.
"Why? Because I'm doing what should have been done 145 years ago?"
"He doesn't deserve to die," Brea snarled.
"This is the right thing. Go ahead," John dared Stefan. "You won't make it out. It'll save me the trouble of killing you myself."
"You both know the building well," Stefan said to the girls. "Is there another entrance in?"
"Utility door," Brea said.
"There's one around the side," Elena finished for Brea and Stefan ran off.
Elena and Brea went to follow but John grabbed them each by their arm, pulling them back. "Either of you takes one more step, and I'll alert those deputies that they missed a vampire."
"We're asking you not to," Elena snapped.
"That doesn't mean anything to me."
Brea frowned and took a gamble that Elena did as well, and with twin intuition, they both said to him, "as our father, it should."
John had a look of pure shock on his face which confirmed Damon's theory, and Elena and Brea's faces dropped at the realisation that their uncle John was, in fact, their father John. "You know."
Elena gulped and shook her head. "We weren't sure."
"Now we are," Brea said. Elena took one last look at him before running off after Stefan. Brea looked him in the eyes. "I saw them take Anna. Anna! I care about her, Jeremy cares about her! How could you do this," she said feeling betrayed.
"It was a sacrifice I had to make, for the good of the town. Those vampires wanted all the founding families dead, you in particular, because of Katherine. Their plan for tonight was to go after you. I couldn't let that happen. The mayor was meant to get you home."
"So you attack my friends in retaliation. Great fathering," Brea snapped running off after Elena. As she caught up to Elena, she saw Bonnie holding her sister back from running into the burning building. As she got closer she saw that Bonnie was chanting and Brea figured that she was helping Stefan get Damon out. After a minute Bonnie stopped chanting and spaced out.
"Bonnie?" Elena asked waving a hand in front of her face.
"Boo," Brea yelled at her as she stared blankly. Bonnie then started stumbling backwards. "Did I do that?" she asked, looking at Elena.
"No!" she snapped incredulously. "Bonnie, are they going to be ok?" Elena asked. Just as Elena asked that Stefan came out of the building with Damon around his shoulder. "Oh my god," Elena gasped running to Damon's other side.
Brea looked around and then tried to run into the building, but Bonnie grabbed her. "What are you doing? He's out."
"I have to get in there," Brea protested as she tugged.
"Why?"
"Anna! Anna's in there. She got taken in there with me. I have to help her."
"If you go in there you'll die."
"Well then I'll see you in 15 years," Brea yelled trying to rip her arm out of Bonnie's grip.
"Brenna," Damon coughed.
"What?" she snapped as she continued trying to pull away.
"Anna's dead."
At this Brea froze. "What?"
"John staked her before the fire started. I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do."
Brea then gave up and fell to the ground, Bonnie not able to catch her. Brea cried silent tears as she mourned her old friend.
Brea sat in silence at a table in the Grill, waiting for Elena to finish talking to Stefan. The fire was now out and the old wiring was being blamed. "Hey," Elena said walking over to Brea. "I'm going to run over to the school to pick up our dresses, our clothes, rest of our stuff." Brea nodded and Elena went to walk off, before coming back. "Come with me ok? Please. I don't want to leave you on your own when you're this sad."
"Ok," Brea whispered with a small smile before she stood up. Elena rubbed a hand down her arm in comfort before pulling her into a hug. "I... I mean, I may not remember it. But she was my friend for centuries," Brea whispered. "She was my friend now."
"I know," Elena comforted before pulling away. "Look, we may not understand how you are what you are just yet, but we will get answers ok. I promise. Brea, I'm not just going to let you die ok. Let's go. Grab our things," Elena said taking Brea's hand and leading them out of the Grill.
"How do we tell Jer?" Brea asked as they walked towards the house.
"I don't know, give me a minute. I'm going to call Stefan, tell him someone took my stuff," Elena said pulling out her phone.
"I'm glad they took your stuff and not mine though. This dress is from 1864, I do not want to lose it," Brea said trying to smile.
Elena smiled back before calling Stefan. "Hey," Elena said. "All my stuff at the school was gone, Stefan. I looked everywhere." "Yeah, someone definitely took my stuff." "We're just going to check on Jeremy before we go to the hospital," as Elena said this Brea sucked in a deep breath at the thought of her best friend, Caroline, lying in the hospital, close to death, and her other best friend, Tyler, who's dad just died. "Can you meet me there?" Elena asked. "Ok. I love you, Stefan," she said hanging up. Elena then opened the front door and she and Brea stepped inside. "Jeremy? You up?" Elena called up the stairs, and no reply came.
Just as Brea went to head up the stairs to check on her brother, the twins heard pots clanging and a groan from the kitchen. "Oh my god, do you think we have a ghost?" Brea asked. Elena just rolled her eyes and huffed before walking towards the kitchen. However, what awaited them in the kitchen was a sight that would turn even the strongest of stomachs.