Sorry for the late update guys, tough week. Had to put my pet down and it was a bit of a shock. But it's an extra long chapter and Katherine is here! Hope you enjoy. As per usual, please let me know your thoughts through review, they are super helpful and I love them. Thanks, guys xx
As Brea and Elena entered the kitchen they both froze and let out a loud gasp. They saw their uncle John, lying on the kitchen floor. Elena ran towards him but then froze as she got closer and got a better look at the scene. John's fingers had been cut off by a knife. Elena sucked in a deep breath and grabbed a rag, and wrapped it around John's hand to try to stem the bleeding.
"Ambulance," Brea stuttered from further back. Elena then leant forward and grabbed the home phone, and dialled for an ambulance.
"Hi, I need an ambulance to 2104 Maple Street," Elena hurriedly stuttered into the phone. As Elena was speaking Brea noticed John's eyes grow wide as he started staring in panic at the space behind Brea.
"Behind you," he groaned.
"What?" Brea asked, not hearing properly as she took a few more steps toward her injured uncle.
"Behind you!" John then said more forcefully. Elena and Brea then both got the message and with a loud gasp, turned around. As Brea spun around she slipped on blood and fell backwards, landing on Elena.
"Up, up, up," Elena groaned shoving Brea back up. Elena then snatched up the knife lying next to John and took her sister's hand as they walked through the house looking for the intruder. Brea heard something behind them so she spun them both around, making Elena gasp loudly. The girls then tentatively took a few steps forward. Out of the corner of Brea's eyes, she thought she saw Elena, which made no sense since she was holding Elena's hand. Just as soon as she saw it though, it disappeared and was replaced with the sound of the front door slamming. Both Elena and Brea yelped in shock and spun back around again.
"Jer!" Brea breathed to Elena, realising they didn't know if he'd been attacked as well as John.
"Jeremy!" Elena breathed in shock.
"Jeremy!" Brea screamed desperately as she broke away from her sister and sprinted up the stairs, Elena following not far behind. "Jeremy!" Brea screamed again as she reached his room. As soon as she reached his bedroom she screamed, he was still asleep despite the commotion that had occurred downstairs and that wasn't a good sign.
"Please, Jeremy, wake up!" Elena yelled as she threw herself onto the bed and began shaking him. Brea on the other hand slowly slid down the wall, tears falling down her face. Just as she was about to break down, Jeremy woke up with a sharp intake of breath.
Brea and Elena stood on the stairs watching John get carted away towards the ambulance. They were waiting for Stefan to come so he could evaluate Jeremy. Just as John was taken outside, Stefan arrived. As he tried to enter a police officer stopped him but Elena spoke up. "He's ok," she said and Stefan was allowed to enter the house before all three of them then ran up the stairs to Jeremy's room.
"What happened?" Stefan asked.
"He said that Anna gave him her blood," Elena explained. "And then he took these pills. And now, I mean, he looks fine, but then again so do you, so I just- I don't know," she said desperately as Jeremy stared at the ground.
"Come here. Look at me," Stefan said taking Jeremy's face.
"I'm fine, ok? I feel exactly the same," Jeremy snapped.
"Should I call a paramedic up here? What should I do?" Elena asked as Brea continued to stare at Jeremy, tears streaming down her face.
"No," Stefan answered still examining Jeremy. "He's fine," Stefan concluded.
"You mean I'm not a vampire?" Jeremy asked disappointedly. "Damn it."
"Don't say that," Brea snapped at their brother.
"Jeremy… why would you want that?" Elena asked confused.
"Did you hear about Anna, what happened to her tonight? Brea, did you see? You were with her," he asked Brea desperately. "She's dead."
"I know," Brea answered with tears. "Damon told me John killed her. Before the fire. Jer," Brea said through tears grabbing her brother's arm. "She didn't feel pain."
Stefan then moved forward, "Jeremy, Jeremy, come here, sit down," he said grabbing his face and pushing him to sit down on the bed. "I am very sorry about Anna," he said aggressively. "But it's very important that you listen to me right now. With every passing moment, Anna's blood is leaving your system. If you tried to kill yourself right now, you could really die. Hey!" Stefan said giving Jeremy a tap on the face. "Do you understand me?"
"Stefan," Elena protested.
"Get off him," Brea growled ripping Stefan's hands off of her brother's face causing Stefan to step back guiltily.
"Yeah. I understand," Jeremy grumbled.
"Good," Stefan said more calmly.
"What about the pills that he took?" Elena asked as Brea stared at Jeremy, silent tears still streaming down her face.
"He didn't take enough to die," Stefan answered. "So Anna's blood actually healed him of that."
"Miss Gilbert," a paramedic said from Jeremy's doorway.
"We'll be right there," Elena answered.
"You both need to be at the hospital," Stefan said to the girls.
"But…" Brea said looking at Jeremy.
"No, no, I'll stay here with Jeremy," Stefan offered.
"No, I don't need a babysitter," Jeremy protested.
"Shut up Jeremy," Brea snapped angrily.
"Yes, you do," Elena said sassily to their brother as he scowled.
"Come on Brea," Jeremy begged.
"Jeremy, please, shut up. I already lost Anna, I'm not losing you. Stefan stays," she said storming out.
"Bonnie," Elena said as they spotted her in the hospital hallway.
"How's Care?" Brea asked quickly.
"She's weak. They don't know if she's going to make it."
"Oh my god no," Brea said shakily as she started to hyperventilate.
"What?" Elena exclaimed in shock as well. Bonnie just gave the twins sad looks and pulled them both into a deep hug. "Is there something you can do? Like a spell or something?" Bonnie just shook her head sadly.
"Please Bon," Brea said crying.
"She doesn't know how," Damon interrupted as he sauntered forward. "Do you?"
"No, I don't," Bonnie answered begrudgingly.
"No, you don't. Because it took Emily years to learn a spell like that."
"Oh, well, I can take down a vampire. That spell was easy to learn."
"Can you two shut up please?" Brea said as she pushed her hair back in stress.
"I can give Caroline some blood," Damon offered.
"No. No way," Elena protested.
"No, just enough to heal her. She'll be safe in the hospital, and it'll be out of her system in a day. She'll be better Elena," Damon said.
"It's too risky. I can't agree to that."
"Do it," Brea said. "Do it."
Bonnie nodded and said, "I agree, do it."
"Elena she'll die otherwise," Brea pleaded.
"This is Caroline, ok? We can't let her die," Bonnie argued. "Do it."
"If I do this, you and me, call a truce," Damon suggested to Bonnie.
"No. But you'll do it anyway. For Elena and Brea," Elena gave Bonnie a funny look, but Brea understood. Elena then looked at Damon and nodded, agreeing for Caroline's life to be saved. Bonnie smiled and walked off.
"Um, all right, I know this is probably the last thing you want to do right now, but Elena, you and I should talk about what happened tonight," he then looked at Brea. "Alone."
"Why do I have to leave?" Brea asked offended. "I was there."
"What? No, you weren't," he scoffed with an eye roll.
"Yeah, I was," she argued. "You weren't. I was."
"What are you talking about?" he groaned.
"One of the tomb vampires got into the house and almost killed John!" Elena informed him.
"Yeah, see I was there," Brea smirked.
"What? What - when?" Damon asked confused. "What are you talking about? After I left?"
"When were you over?" Brea asked confusedly.
"You were there?" Elena asked also confused.
"Come on, Elena, you know I was." Brea and Elena then shared very confused looks, they hadn't seen Damon since they left him at their dad's old building.
"When were you at the house?" Elena asked again.
"Really?" Damon asked irritated.
Brea snorted. "Damon I don't know when you were there, but we most certainly didn't see you."
"Earlier," Damon tried to explain to Elena. "On the porch. We were talking, all cathartic, feelings exposed."
"I didn't see him on the porch," Brea whispered to her sister.
"Neither," Elena huffed.
"Come on, we kissed, Elena."
"What!" Brea yelled before slapping her hands over her mouth as people stopped to stare at her. "Dude, what drugs are you on?"
"Ok… I don't have time for this, Damon," Elena huffed irritated.
"Hey. If you want to forget it happened, fine. But I can't," Damon whispered to Elena as Brea's eyes went wide.
"Elena! Brea!" Jenna called from behind the girls. "I came as soon as I got your message," she said whilst sending a glare Damon's way. "How is John?"
"Where have you been Miss Sommers?" Brea asked putting her hands on her hips.
"At the fire department. I had to fill out a report," Jenna answered annoyed. "I told Elena, she said she'd tell you," Jenna said with a glare at Elena.
"No, you didn't," Elena defended.
"Yeah Jenna, your story has a few holes. I've been with Elena the whole night," Brea smirked.
"Yes I did," Jenna said to the girls irritated.
"No, Jenna, you didn't," Elena pushed.
"Yes I did," Jenna said seriously, causing Brea to tilt her head as a light bulb went off. Maybe the familiar figure she saw earlier wasn't just her imagination… she turned to look at Damon, who seemed to have come to the same realisation.
"Ohhh," he sighed. "Mmm, you gotta be kidding me." Damon then looked at the girls and then walked off.
"Damon!" Brea called running after him.
"Get your sister, we gotta go," he said as he kept walking. Brea nodded and turned back to get her sister.
Elena, Brea and Damon walked from the car to the front door of the Gilbert house. Elena started unlocking the door as they heard a loud grunt from inside. Elena turned and gave the others a confused look before opening the door. Inside they saw Stefan lying on the floor groaning. Brea looked around rapidly but saw no one else. "Stefan?" Elena asked confused.
"Elena," he answered.
"Who beat you up?" Brea asked as she looked around the empty room.
"What happened?" Elena asked.
Brea realised what had happened and began to smile to herself as Damon answered. "Katherine happened." Elena's eyes then widened and she ran to Stefan to hug him.
"She's back," Brea breathed in disbelief.
"Did she say what she wanted?" Damon asked as they moved into the kitchen later.
"No," Stefan said pacing.
"Woman certainly knows how to make an entrance," Damon smirked.
"She said she fooled one of us at least, what does that mean?" Stefan asked Damon.
"She pretended to be Elena, too, when I showed up earlier tonight."
"I told Jeremy. I can't lie to him anymore," Elena said as she came into the kitchen, Brea hadn't wanted to see him, she was still angry at the fact he tried to turn himself into a vampire.
"You alright?" Stefan asked.
"No I'm not all right," Elena huffed. "I thought that with all the tomb vampires gone, things would get better."
"I know," Stefan sympathised. "We all did."
"Katherine was in this house. That means that she's been invited in. What are we going to do?"
"Move," Damon snarked.
"Very helpful. Thank you," Elena snarked back.
"Katherine wants you dead, there's zero you can do about it, you would be dead. But you're not. So clearly she has other plans."
"He's right," Brea agreed. "She is ruthless and you're still alive. Maybe she's just here to visit the historical sites?" Brea suggested.
"What like you?"
"Stop calling me old, Damon!" Brea snapped.
"We're getting off track," Stefan interjected. "We need to find out what those other plans are and not provoke her in the process," he said with a look at Damon. "What happened tonight when you thought she was Elena?" Stefan asked.
Brea remembered what Damon said at the hospital and sniggered. This should be interesting.
"To risk another frown line encroaching on a very crowded forehead," Damon said with a shrug. "We kissed."
"And you thought it was me?" Elena asked in disbelief.
"What do you mean, you kissed?" Stefan asked angrily.
"Well, you know, when two lips pucker and they," he said as he made kissing noises. Stefan then charged at him and Damon zipped away to stand next to Brea and Elena. "Don't be obvious Stefan," he mocked.
"Stefan, wait, he kissed Katherine," Elena said standing in between the two vampires. "Not me. I wouldn't do that," she said with a look at Damon. "We don't have time for this, guys."
"Later," Stefan warned Damon.
"And not here," Brea warned. "Beat up your own house. I like our furniture. Yours is a little kitschy," Brea said trying to lighten the mood.
"John must know something," Elena said trying to move on. "There has to be a reason why Katherine tried to kill him."
"She's Katherine," Damon argued, but you could tell he was still hurt from Elena's rejection. "She loves to play games, and you're fooling yourself if you think you're going to find out what she's up to before she wants you to know. The only one who has a chance of knowing is that one right there," Damon said pointing at Brea and her eyes widened. "But you're not going anywhere near Katherine alone."
"No, actually, Elena's right. John could know something through Isobel," Stefan disagreed. "Your mother was in touch with Katherine, so maybe we can go to the hospital and talk."
"Good plan Stef," Brea agreed before turning to Damon. "Why can't I go near Katherine?" Brea asked.
"Because we don't know what her plan is, and I'm not about to let you get hurt by whatever scheme the bitch is running. Anyway, I got a better idea," Damon answered.
"What's that?" Elena asked.
"I'm just going to ignore the bitch," Damon suggested. "See ya," he said as he got ready to leave.
"Don't call her a bitch," Brea glared after him.
"Is that smart?" Elena called out to him.
"If Katherine thinks she's being ignored it'll lure her out. She'll make a move," Damon shrugged.
Brea shrugged. "He's right there. She does love attention. But is that the smartest way to handle her?"
"Yeah? Then what?" Stefan also challenged.
"Stake her, rip her head off. Something poetic. We'll see," he said walking off.
"Hey!" Brea yelled storming after him. "Hey!" she yelled yanking his arm. "You are not killing her."
Damon tugged his arm back. "That bitch deserves it."
"I know you hate her. She has done some pretty bad things and leading you on for 145 years is definitely up there. But you are not going to hurt my sister."
"In case you've forgotten, your sister is in that kitchen, right there. And Katherine is a threat to her."
"You are not going to hurt Katherine," Brea snapped before storming upstairs.
"Let's not take too long ok?" Brea asked Stefan and Elena as they walked through the hospital. "I have to be at the wake for Ty. So we interrogate our uncle slash father, check in on Care, and then go to Lockwood's. No dilly-dallying."
"Sounds like a plan," Elena agreed as they approached John's room.
"Ready for this?" Stefan asked and they nodded before the three of them stepped inside the room.
"John?" Elena asked. John opened his eyes and panicked as soon as he saw Elena. Which was understandable considering how he was attacked by her doppelganger. He went to grab the emergency button but Stefan stopped him, taking the remote away from him.
"I'm Elena, I'm not… I'm not Katherine," she explained.
"We know she did this to you," Stefan said.
"We need to know why," Brea said softly. She had been so angry when she walked into the room, but seeing him so scared and weak made her feel almost bad for the man.
"Where is she?" John asked Brea who shrugged.
"You tell us," Stefan challenged.
"I don't know."
John then went to sit up and groaned in pain. "You're a little too weak to play tough guy, why don't you just sit back, and answer a few questions," Stefan said pushing him back down harshly.
Elena took John's uninjured hand and put his Gilbert ring in it. "Please," she begged, holding his hand. Brea rolled her eyes before placing her own hand in his as well.
"Tell us why she's here," Brea pushed.
"What does she want?" Elena followed up.
"She'll try again," Stefan warned. "We can't help you if you don't confide in us."
"In you?" John snarled.
"In your daughters, then."
"My daughters should have driven a stake through your heart by now. I haven't spoken with Katherine directly before last night when she attacked me. She never trusted me. So either kill me or get out. It's just a matter of time before she comes for me again. I can't stand the sight of you with my daughter," John sneered, directing the last part to Stefan.
"You see the world with such hatred? It's going to get you killed," Elena snapped storming out.
"Why is she trying to kill you? You have to know that," Brea begged.
"You," he answered softly. "She knew the tomb vampires were going to go after you, I was meant to get you out of town, but there wasn't time," he stuttered. "It was my punishment."
Brea just nodded before storming out without saying anything else. "Let's go see Care," Brea said to her sister once she caught up with her. "Carebear!" Brea yelled as they reached Caroline's room.
"Brea! Elena!" Caroline said excitedly.
"How are you?" Brea asked running to sit on her bed.
"So much better. Are you ok Elena?" Caroline asked her teary friend.
"I'm fine Care," Elena nodded. "I'm just so glad you're ok."
"You really gave me a scare Care," Brea said taking her best friend's hand. "Honestly, you've been telling me since I was six that you're going to outlive me. You have to stick to your promises Caroline," Brea jokingly warned and Caroline laughed. Brea huffed, "I'm so sorry Care, but we can't stay."
"No I get it, Tylers dad's wake is today," she said with a sad smile.
"Yeah, I have to be there for him. We gotta swing by home and pick up Jenna and Jer first though." Brea leant forward and kissed Caroline on the cheek. "Call me tonight though. We'll talk for hours, I promise. Just like we used to. Bye Care," Brea said leaving the room, allowing Elena to have a moment to say bye.
"Hey. We just have to swing by home and pick up Jenna and Jeremy so we can go to the Lockwoods," Elena said to Stefan as they met him outside. "How did you leave it in there with John?"
"I, uh… I asked him to leave town," he said and Brea snorted.
"Asked?" Elena questioned in disbelief.
"You threatened him," Brea surmised.
"Yeah, I threatened him," Stefan admitted.
"Good," Elena admitted. "I want him gone, Stefan. I know that I shouldn't feel that way, but I don't want someone like that in our life. Or Jeremy's life"
"He's so consumed with hate. It's deadly," Brea agreed. "He's already killed Anna and Tyler's dad, who knows who else would get hurt if he stayed."
"I know, I know," Stefan comforted the girls.
"So what now?" Elena asked as she went to hug Stefan.
"Now, I feel like the third wheel," Brea joked causing them to pull apart.
"Now, I need to find Damon," Stefan told the girls.
"Please, Stefan, don't fight with him," Elena begged.
"No, Elena, he tried to kiss you. I'm not ok with that."
"That's not the problem. Katherine is," Elena disagreed. "She's already messing with both of your heads, and Damon's not stable when it comes to her. The last thing we need is to make things worse."
"Come on Stefan. She's playing you, don't fall into the trap," Brea cautioned.
"Looks like the whole town turned out," Jenna noted as they walked towards the front door of the Lockwoods.
"Yeah well he is… was the mayor," Elena pointed out.
"Why don't they save it for the funeral?" Jeremy asked and Brea shot him a look.
"It's what people do," Jenna explained. "The Lockwoods were there for us when we went through this. It'll be quick. We'll drop off the food and pay our respects and go."
"In and out? Sounds like a plan," Jeremy agreed.
"I might hang around," Brea said. "I mean it is Tyler," she explained and Jenna nodded.
"You guys go ahead. I'll, um, I'll be right there, ok?" Elena said staring at Damon. Jenna nodded whilst glaring at Damon and they walked inside.
"You'll never guess it Brea, but I caught them making out on the porch last night," Jenna told Brea.
"Urgh, I know Elena told me," Brea said trying to make up a cover story. "I think she hit her head. She fell getting off the float."
"She did?" Jenna asked in disbelief.
"I know right? So not your typical, poised Elena. I think there may have been some uh, consumption of a certain drink before we went on the float. Really messed her head up."
"Well, now I know you're lying," Jenna laughed. "I spoke to her after the parade and she definitely wasn't drunk."
"I am not lying! I am the angel twin. The golden child. Elena is the rebel and Jer is well… Jer. You're lucky to have me. I think you take me for granted sometimes," Brea joked.
"Go away," Jenna laughed before walking off.
"Yo, dude, where's the bathroom?" Jeremy asked coming up to Brea.
"Did you just call me dude?" she smiled. "Why are you asking me?"
"This is like your second house, come on, it's too big and I have to pee."
"Fine, let's go," Brea said taking Jeremy's hand. "Oh hi, Bonnie!" Brea waved as they walked past her, but she quickly spun around and she noticed Bonnie's terrified eyes.
"Come on!" Jeremy said as Brea stopped walking and he dragged her away. "Where are we going? Across state?" Jeremy asked as they'd be walking for a minute.
"I have a favourite bathroom," Brea shrugged. "They always put the nicest flowers in that one."
"See I'm not necessarily looking for the nicest Brea, I was just looking for the closest," Jeremy said as Brea tugged him along. She looked into the mayor's old study only to stop when they saw Tyler sitting on the couch with a flask. Brea then quickly pulled Jeremy in and he stuttered "Oh, hey, sorry. We were just looking for the, uh…"
"Bathroom's down the hall," Tyler told him dismissively.
Brea walked into the room and sat on the couch next to Tyler and Jeremy awkwardly walked further into the room. "Hey, look, I'm - I'm sorry about your dad."
Tyler nodded as he placed a hand on Brea's knee before saying. "Today's been a big day of sorry's from people who really don't give a crap." Brea then silently grabbed a hold of Tyler's hand in comfort.
"I remember when our dad died," Jeremy said. "We had a house full of strangers telling me what a great guy he was. Anyway, I know how hard all this is."
"Difference is, in you guy's case, it was true. My dad was a dick. Your dad used to patch me up when my dad beat me around a bit too much," Tyler said to Jeremy before taking a swig of the flask. He handed it to Brea and she took a quick drink and handed it back.
"Yeah, yeah, he was," Jeremy agreed, causing Tyler to stare at him.
"I found this in his desk," Tyler said in reference to the flask before holding it out for Jeremy.
"He would have killed you if he caught you with that," Brea said with a small smile causing Jeremy to hesitate.
Tyler smiled. "We won't mind now, he's dead."
"Yeah, you know what, sure, why not," Jeremy said taking the flask.
"Hey what's going on in here Tyler?" a man asked walking into the study. Jeremy's eyes went wide and he tried to hide the flask.
"Nothing, nothing," Tyler answered.
"You got somewhere else to be?" the man asked Jeremy, sticking his hand out for the flask. Jeremy jutted his thumb out to indicate he was going down the hall, before handing over the flask and hurrying out.
The man then sat down on the desk and Brea gasped. "Oh my god! Mason!" Brea squeaked.
"Brea?" he asked getting a better look at her. Brea laughed and got up and ran to hug Mason. Even though he hadn't been around in a while, when he was, he was more of an uncle to her than John ever would be. "Man I haven't seen you since you were 10."
"I missed you man, last Tyler told me, you were surfing in Florida," Brea smiled as she pulled away to get a proper look at him.
"Yeah," Mason said as he lifted the flask up to his lips and drank some, making both Brea and Tyler's eyes widen. Mason then handed it to Brea who took a drink and handed it to Tyler. "You know Brea, I think the last time I saw you, was that day you fell out of that tree."
"Oh my god yes, do you remember that Ty?" Brea laughed making Tyler laugh as well.
Mason laughed. "You were so determined to climb higher than Tyler here. You were the bravest kid I knew. Who knew that it would be a spider that would scare Miss Invincible Gilbert out of the tree. You're lucky I was there to catch you, kid, otherwise your face would not be looking so pretty right now." Brea laughed and then froze as she saw a flash of brown curly hair out of the corner of her eye. "Excuse me, gentlemen. I'll call you later Ty, let me know if you need anything. Catch ya soon Mason," she said before running out. She walked around the house searching for that familiar hair. After not being able to find her, she ran out to the gardens. As she was looking around she felt herself being picked up and she closed her eyes and screamed. By the time she opened her eyes, she was standing in the middle of the woods.
"Miss me?" a voice said from behind her.
Brea spun around and let out a gasp. "Oh my god, Katherine. I can't believe you're here!" she laughed.
"I've missed you, Brenna," Katherine smiled as she studied her eyes. "You really don't remember, do you? I was hoping that was just your idiot uncle making a mistake."
"What do you mean?" Brea asked.
"You always called me Katerina," Katherine said softly.
"I... I kind of remember that" Brea frowned. "Why don't I have my memories?"
"I don't want to give too much away," she smirked. "A friend of yours put a spell on you to suppress the memories. I suppose he thinks he's doing you a favour."
"John," Brea said smile falling. "Why did you attack him?"
Katherine immediately scowled. "His most important job was getting you out of town. He didn't, so he paid the price."
"Please don't keep going after him. Please, Katerina. He's still my uncle... father. Whatever. I don't want people getting hurt."
Katherine then pulled her into a hug that Brea awkwardly returned. "You don't know how hard it's been to watch your lives from the shadows sister. I've wanted so much to interfere and take you away."
"Why didn't you?" Brea asked and Katherine tilted her head as she released her.
Katherine frowned as she looked at Brea. "It's interesting. You know vaguely who I am. And you remember the Salvatores. I wonder why some memories slip through."
"I get memories in my dreams," Brea shrugged. "But only snippets. And I kind of just have a feeling about some other things, like I know something, I just can't pull the memory."
"Do you remember a time when we were both humans?"
"No," Brea answered and Katherine smiled.
"Here," Katherine said throwing Brea a set of keys.
"What are these for?" she asked looking at them.
"It's a present, an apology for my century-and-a-half-long absence."
Brea flipped them over and looked at the logo. "Katerina this is an Aston Martin. I can't accept this," she said holding the keys out.
"Don't worry, I didn't pay for it."
"That doesn't make me feel better," Brea frowned.
"Please," Katherine said, closing Brea's hands over the keys. "We've been apart for 145 years, it's the longest we've spent apart. Please. Take it. I missed you." Katherine's head then whipped around. "Quick take it," she said pushing Brea towards the car, which was hidden behind some trees. "I caused a scene at the Lockwood's, Damon is tracking me. Go, before he finds you. I'll see you later sister," Katherine said, hugging Brea, before disappearing. Brea huffed before getting in and starting the car and driving off.
"John left town," Jeremy said out of the blue to Brea as they watched Pulp Fiction on Brea's bed.
"Oh, thank god. I do not really want to see him again," Brea scowled.
"He's an ass," Jeremy scowled.
"Agreed," Brea said as she stuck her hand in the popcorn bowl.
"Well, let's hope he has the decency to stay away."
"Can only hope," Brea mumbled. Jeremy then turned his head to face the doorway, hearing a commotion in Elena's room. "What are you doing?" Brea asked as Jeremy stood up.
"There's something going on," he said.
"Wait, where are you going?" Brea grumbled as she got up and followed Jeremy to the doorway of Elena's room.
"Elena, what's going on in here?" Jeremy asked as he walked into the room., not liking the fact that Damon was in there.
"Nothing, Jeremy. It's ok. Just - just go back to your movie," she said snatching her hands out of Damon's, making Brea frown at his demeanour.
"No, it's not ok, Elena," Damon said staring at Jeremy. "He wants to be a vampire," Damon said. Damon then ran forward, grabbed Jeremy by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
Brea ran further into the room and tried to yank Damon off of her brother as Elena screamed, "no, Damon, stop it!"
"Let him go, you sociopath!" Brea yelled.
"You want to shut out the pain? It's the easiest thing in the world. The part of you that cares, just goes away! All you have to do is flip the switch and snap!" he said as he snapped Jeremy's neck.
As he did that, Brea let out a blood-curdling scream.
Elena yelled, "Damon! No!" Elena ran forward and caught Jeremy's body as it fell to the floor.
Brea collapsed next to his body, still screaming, not even bothering to notice Damon flee the room. "Jeremy! No! No! Jer! Jeremy!" she screamed and she kept screaming as she buried her head into his chest. Elena suddenly stopped crying and began laughing. "What are you doing?" Brea cried, looking up at her sister.
"Look, look," she said showing Brea Jeremy's hand. "He's wearing a ring, the ring, like Ric's. He's ok, he's ok," she laughed.
"Oh my god," Brea gasped, snatching his hand from Elena, before laughing as well. "Oh my god, he's going to be ok," she breathed. "Call Stefan," Brea said. Elena nodded and ran to call him. "Jer, oh my god," Brea sighed, burying her head into his dead chest. "Don't do that to me again," she whispered.
Elena was back next to Brea in less than a minute. "He'll be here soon," Elena said as she pulled Jeremy's head into her arms and Brea held his hand.
"He saw the ring, that's why he did it. He knew," Stefan's voice came from behind the girls. The girls had been in so much shock, they hadn't heard him enter.
"He didn't see the ring," Elena disagreed.
"Definitely didn't," Brea agreed with her sister.
"It's Katherine," Stefan tried to rationalise. "She got under his skin. She undid everything that was good about him."
"There is nothing good about him," Brea spat.
"There's not," Elena agreed. "Stefan, not anymore. He's decided what he wants. He doesn't want to feel, he wanted to be hated. It's just easier that way. He got his wish. I hate him, Stefan," Elena cried.
"I know," Stefan said coming to place a hand on Elena and Brea's shoulders.
"He's nothing to me," Brea cried angrily. "I wouldn't care if he got staked! I'd be happy. He tried to kill my brother! He's dead to me."
"I know," Stefan assured them. He then leant forward and kissed Elena's shoulder in comfort. Just after he did that, Jeremy gasped and sprung back to life.
"Is he ok, is he ok?" Elena asked desperately as Stefan grabbed his face and examined him.
"He's ok," Stefan answered.
"Oh my god," Brea sighed in relief. "You're ok!"
"Damon killed me," Jeremy said between deep breaths.
"It's ok, oh god," Elena said as she cradled Jeremy's head.
"You're ok!" Brea screamed once more in relief before throwing herself down on his chest and hugging him, which he returned as he kept gasping for air. "Don't do that to me ever again. God Jeremy," she cried.
"I'm ok, I'm ok," he said between breaths and he hugged Brea and rubbed her head.