EDITED OCT22
"Hey," Elena said through the phone.
"What's happening?"
"We found Rose. She killed three people. Damon had to kill her," Elena said. "He wanted me to leave."
"I'm sorry," Brea said. "I'm with Jer, we just got home so I'll see you soon ok," Brea said hanging up. "Good spending time with you bro," Brea laughed as they walked to the front door, holding out her fist for a fist bump.
"Nope," Jeremy shook his head as he walked through the front door.
"Dude you suck," Brea laughed chasing him up the stairs.
"Bambi?" Jeremy asked. "You bailed on me last night."
"Yes!" Brea said fist pumping the air.
"Brenna!" Stefan called up the stairs after her.
"Oh, hey Stefan. Didn't know you were here, Elena will be here soon," she called back.
"Brea," he called up. "I need to talk to you."
"Oh, ok," she said trudging back down the stairs as Elena walked in.
"Stefan, you're home," she said.
"Rose?" he asked and Elena shook her head.
"So was I needed still?" Brea asked. "Because I've got plans," she said pointing to Jeremy's room.
"Yeah. I still need you. I, uh, I called Isobel," he said.
"WHAT!" Brea yelled.
"I know," Elena said.
"Wait, you knew about this?" Brea asked. "Since when was Isobel even on the cards?" Brea said outraged.
"I'm sorry," Stefan said apologising to both of them. "I had to."
"It's ok," Elena said.
"It most certainly is not! Stefan, man, I thought we were buds!" Brea whined. "Calling my psychotic biological mom, a betrayal of the highest form."
"Did you find her?" Elena asked ignoring Brea.
"I am sorry, Brea. But she knows more about Klaus than anyone. Katherine recommended it."
"He didn't exactly find her," a voice said coming out of the kitchen and Brea didn't even have to look to know who it was. Her eyes widened and she turned her head.
"No," she breathed.
"Hello Brenna, Elena," their biological father, Uncle John, greeted them.
"Uncle John," both the girls said in shock.
"Wait are we still calling him uncle?" Brea asked looking at Elena.
"The three of us need to have a little chat," John said.
Brea groaned, dropping her head onto the bannister, "I just want to watch Bambi. I don't want any more drama. Actually, scratch that. Nope. I'm not doing this," she said. "I'm watching Bambi with Jer, I'll see you all tomorrow," Brea said storming up the stairs.
"Hey what took so long?" Jeremy asked.
"Uncle John is back," Brea explained.
"No way!" Jeremy said sitting up.
"Stefan called him. So it's got to be for a reason. Better be a damn good one," Brea growled. "Start the movie," Brea ordered and Jeremy quickly clicked play.
"Let's go," Elena said barging into Brea's room.
"Hard pass," Brea said not looking up.
"Nope, you're coming," Elena said snatching Brea's phone away.
"Hey!"
"I talked to him last night and he gave me nothing. Just small talk. We're getting answers. Now!"
"Ok, ok," Brea said quickly throwing herself off of her bed at her sister's angry tone. "Let's go," she said and the two stormed downstairs.
"Morning," John greeted as the twins entered the kitchen.
"Morn-," Brea started before Elena cut her off.
"What are you doing here?" Elena asked.
"Ok," Brea muttered.
"Coffee?" John offered.
"We're not doing that," Elena said. "We did that last night. No more avoiding. Why are you here?"
"I'm here to protect you both. That's all I can say for the moment."
"We don't need your help," Brea scoffed.
"What do you mean, that's all you can say?" Elena asked.
"I'll tell you both more when I'm convinced you two can be trusted?"
"Us trusted?" Brea nearly yelled. "You are an absolute-," Brea started before again being cut off, this time by Jenna.
"Oh, god, I'm late," Jenna said running into the kitchen.
"That's what you get for hitting the snooze 3 times," Ric laughed following her into the kitchen.
Jenna pulled up quickly when she caught sight of John. "What the hell."
"Ric!" Brea said with a big smile when she saw him and he gave her a small smile back before looking at John confused.
"Hey, good morning to you, Jenna. Alaric," John greeted.
"It's ok I'm confused, right?" Jenna asked looking at the twins. "Because we were not expecting you, like, ever."
"Well, I got in late last night. Elena and Brea let me in."
"I did not!" Brea exclaimed. "Jenna, don't believe him. I would never," she said throwing her hands up in the air.
"You know, I'm probably just going to take off," Ric said uncomfortably from the kitchen before leaving.
"I'm still confused here," Jenna said looking around for answers.
"I decided to come back and stay for a while," John said.
"Not here, you're not," Jenna snapped and Brea held her hand up for Jenna, who in turn, high-fived it.
"Actually, you can't stop me from living here," John retorted.
"Actually, I can, as legal guardian," Jenna said
Jenna then held her hand up for Brea to high-five, but Brea left her hanging as she stuttered out a quiet "uh oh."
"Yeah. About that, Brea, Elena, you want me to explain the situation, or would you like to do the honours?" John asked.
"Ok. What's going on?" Jenna said glaring at everyone.
"I'm sorry, Jenna," both Elena apologised. "We should have told you earlier, but-."
"I'm Elena and Brenna's biological father," John explained and Jenna's eyes went wide. "There. Now you know," he said walking out of the room.
Jenna scoffed before stuttering "what?"
"Jenna, I…" Brea started.
"No," Jenna said turning around. "Nope," she said walking out of the house.
"What a dick," Brea said glaring at where John was standing. "Good job Elena!" Brea snapped walking off.
"What did I do?" Elena asked confused.
"You made me come downstairs and now Jenna's mad at me. We were meant to hang out later," Brea yelled as she headed upstairs again.
Brea was lying on her bed, texting Jenna apologies when she heard Damon enter the house. After a minute she heard Damon leave with Elena and she let out a sigh of relief at having the house to herself, not a moment later the doorbell rang and she groaned, knowing no one else was in the house to get it. She hauled herself off the bed and ran down the stairs. "Ty? Hey, I didn't know you were coming over," she said as Tyler burst his way into the house.
"Did you know?" he snapped.
"Is this a game?" Brea asked tilting her head to the side.
"Don't play dumb, Brea. I'm not in the mood. Did you know?"
"Ty, I am really going to need a few specifics. But I'm just going to go with a blanket cover and say Matt did it and I had nothing to do with it."
"Enough!" Tyler yelled. "Did you know about Mason?"
"Oh! Did you hear from him?" she asked with a smile.
"No, I didn't and I'm not going to," he snapped.
Brea frowned. "What do you mean Ty?"
"You don't know, do you?" he asked, his face softening.
"Ty, you're being vague, it's not going to work. I didn't do anything!"
Tyler moved forward and grabbed Brea, pulling her into a hug. "You don't know."
"Know what? What's up with Mason?" she laughed nervously.
"I'm sorry Brea. Mason's dead," Tyler said and Brea froze pulling away.
"Wha… what… what?" she said quickly.
"Damon killed him," Tyler said and Brea shoved him away.
"What the hell Ty! That's not funny."
"The sheriff declared him missing," Tyler said.
"I didn't know that," Brea said moving into the living room to sit down.
"Some girl from Florida showed up saying he never made it home. She's a werewolf, Brea. Like Mason, like me. I'm so sorry I haven't told you. I just didn't know how."
"Ty, I'm sorry. I know all about the werewolf stuff. What about Mason?" she asked as Tyler sat next to her taking her hands in his.
"Jules showed up and got the sheriff to mark him as missing. She was talking to Damon in the Grill the other night and he confessed to killing him. Him and Stefan."
"Oh my god," Brea said, eyes filling with tears. "I'm such an idiot. They all made me believe they made him leave town. Damon would never do that. Oh my god. Oh my god, Tyler!" Brea screamed as she erupted into tears and Tyler could do nothing but hold her.
After about an hour Tyler had left and Brea was marching to the tomb to yell at Katherine, who had spent the past few weeks hiding the fact that Mason was dead from her, "you bitch!" Brea yelled as she entered the church ruins.
"You're going to have to tell me what I did wrong, sweetie," Katherine said with an eye roll.
"Mason."
"What about him?" Katherine smirked.
"He's dead," Brea snapped and Katherine's smirk fell.
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh. Take this," she said throwing a blood bag at her and Katherine lunged at it. "And don't come near me and my friends ever again," she snapped.
"You and I, we're family," Katherine croaked.
"You don't get to use that word right now!" Brea snapped as her phone rang. "What!" she yelled as she answered it.
"What's your problem?" Elena asked.
"Oh, we'll deal with that later. What do you want?"
"Um," Elena said confused. "Caroline's been kidnapped. The werewolves took her, they're in the woods somewhere…" before Elena could say more Brea hung up. "Bye Katerina," Brea snapped running out of the tomb to find her friend.
As she left she heard Katherine yelling after her, pleading with her not to go. While she ran through the woods she heard a scream and stopped. "Caroline," she whispered and ran towards it. As she got closer she saw a caravan and ran into it. "Caroline!" she yelled as she saw her friend locked in a cage.
"Get out of here Brea!" Caroline yelled. Brea ignored her and ran forward to try to work out how to open the door.
"Well, well," a voice said from right behind her. "What do we have here," he said as he grabbed her roughly by the waist lifting her up. "A vampire sympathiser. Not really worth keeping you around," he hissed as Brea struggled.
"Let her go! Let her go!" Caroline begged and Brea quickly flung her head back to connect with the man's nose. He grunted in pain and let her go and she turned around and kneed him where the sun doesn't shine. She then turned around to Caroline. "No go, go," Caroline begged. "Get help, but go!" she yelled and Brea nodded.
"I'll get help Care, I'll get Stefan," Brea said running out of the caravan only to come face to face with a woman.
"And where do you think you're going?" she asked and Brea's eyes widened and she ran around the women, trying to run deeper into the woods. "Someone go and take care of her," the woman yelled and Brea heard a heavy pair of footsteps following hers. Brea tried to run faster but she was running out of energy. After she thought she was out of sight, Brea stopped and hid behind a tree panting. She listened, but couldn't hear any footsteps, so she slowly edged her way out only to be slammed back against the tree by the man who was following her. As her back hit the tree, Brea let out a yelp at the impact.
"Sorry, beautiful," the man said as he placed a knife at her throat, causing her to stiffen. "I guess it's just not your lucky day," he laughed as he pressed the blade into her neck. Brea let out a small yell as the knife pierced her skin, and just as soon as she felt the pressure, it disappeared and the man collapsed to the ground. Brea looked up and saw Elijah standing where the man had just been, a heart in his hand. Brea began panting wildly and slid down the tree in shock. Elijah dropped the heart and knelt down next to Brea, tilting her head to the side to get a look at her neck.
"Here," he said kindly holding out his handkerchief. Brea took it and pressed it against her neck. "Why was that man after you?" he asked kindly.
"The werewolves, they have my friend, Caroline. Please. You have to help her. Please. She's part of my sister's list of loved ones," Brea said desperately. Elijah nodded and stood up, walking a few paces away as he made a phone call. After a moment he came back and pulled Brea's hand away from the cut on her neck.
"It's still bleeding," he noted before biting his wrist and holding it up for her. "Here. You need to heal yourself."
"Ew no!" Brea began to panic and struggled against his arm.
Elijah ignored her protests and placed it against her mouth. After a moment, Elijah pulled his hand away and Brea began coughing and slapping her tongue. "May I ask what you're doing?" Elijah asked confused.
"That is so gross!" she complained and Elijah simply laughed. "Caroline?"
"My witch is handling it. Your friend will be fine. I keep my word, Brenna. Would you like me to drop you home?"
"I, uh… no. I don't know where I want to go," Brea said looking down.
"What's troubling you?" Elijah asked holding out his arm for Brea to take.
Brea took his arm and the two began walking. "My friend, Tyler's uncle. Damon killed him. Everyone knew he was dead. No one told me. They told me that Damon compelled him to leave town. I just feel so betrayed," Brea muttered.
"I am very sorry to hear that. Would you like to talk about it?"
"When I was 10 was the last time I saw him before this year. The last time I saw him then, Tyler and I were climbing trees. I was so determined to go higher than Tyler, he would never shut up about being the bravest. I climbed higher than him, to the very top nearly. I was so happy, I was chanting and yelling and just teasing Ty, I wasn't concentrating on my footing at all. Then this tiny little spider crawled across my hand and I panicked and shook my hand trying to get it off. But my balance was off and I just fell out of the tree," Brea laughed. "Mason was right there. He caught me. Saved me from many broken bones. He was always there for me. All I had for an uncle was John, who's always been a bit of a dick."
"I can tell you cared deeply for him," Elijah said as they reached his car. Elijah opened the passenger door allowing Brea to get in.
"I do. I did," Brea said as he got in the car.
"Where to?"
"Just take me home," Brea said looking forward. "Not many people know this, but after my parents died, Mason called me every day at 7.30 on the dot for 3 months straight. Just to check-in. They could be 2-hour phone calls or 2 seconds. He was just always there for me. And now he's gone. It just, it doesn't feel real."
"I know everyone says this, but it gets better with time," Elijah said as they pulled up at her house. "Are you going to be ok?" he asked.
"No," Brea said quietly. "But I'll get better," she said leaning over and hugging Elijah, "thank you for today," she whispered before pulling away and getting out. Brea walked into the house and started to make her way upstairs, tears in her eyes.
"Brea," John called.
"Not know," she said quietly and kept making her way to her room. When she got there, she shut the door and let a few tears fall.
A knock then sounded on the door and John slowly opened it. "Are you ok?" he asked.
Brea nodded. "Yeah, but can I please just be alone right now?"
John ignored her and came into the room. "I have something for you," he said before holding up a necklace.
"I don't want gifts John, thanks," Brea said sitting down on her bed.
"I don't want to fight with you or Elena. I just thought you might want this," he said sitting down next to her on the bed before taking her hand and placing the necklace in it. "It was your mothers," he said.
"Which one?" Brea scoffed.
"Miranda's," John said and Brea stiffened.
"Mom?" Brea whispered and John nodded.
"I gave Elena her bracelet. She used to wear this set, the necklace and bracelet when she was young. It was together in a box with some things that your dad left me. It's yours now," he said closing her fingers over it. "I said the exact same thing to Elena, but I need to say it to you as well," he said as tears rolled down Brea's cheek as she looked at the necklace. "Miranda and Grayson were your parents. I know that I am nothing to either of you. Neither of you has any reason to believe me or trust me. Especially you Brea. After the things I've done. I've done so many horrible things, and those things have hurt you, and for that, I'm so sorry. But when you lost your parents, I lost my brother, my family. I lost my way," he said sadly. "I know I'm probably never going to make things right with you. I know that. But, I'm going to do everything I can to protect you from your past and Elena from the sacrifice." John huffed as he let that off his chest. He got up off his bed and went to leave.
"You don't mean nothing to me," Brea whispered and John froze. Brea stood up and walked up to John. "You're my uncle. I care about you. Despite the things you've done. I don't blame you. It's just the way you were brought into this. Elena and I were brought into this with love, you were brought in with hatred. I don't blame you. And you mean something. To the both of us. Even if Elena doesn't show it," Brea said as she hugged John. She felt John let out a shaky breath as he hugged her back. Brea heard who she assumed was Elena come up to her bedroom door and stand there for a moment, before turning and leaving. After a minute Brea pulled away, tears still flowing. "Thank you for the necklace," Brea said putting it on.
"You're welcome," John said grabbing the back of her head and kissing her forehead before leaving the room.
New Orleans, 1821
"In the flesh darling," Kol said with a smirk.
"Who are you?" Brea asked.
"Come on love, you wound me."
"Ah, I fear that would be my doing," Klaus called out as he entered the hallway. "Nothing a bit of compulsion can't fix up," he said walking towards Brea before locking eyes with her. "Now you remember," he said and all her memories came rushing back.
"You royal ass!" Brea yelled slapping Klaus across the face.
Kol laughed clapping his hands. "Brilliant! What a show. But make no mistake, Nik. I'm still cross that you daggered me. But, as far as apologies go, a lovely meal, my darling wife, you getting slapped in the face. It's a start."
"So this is your idea of fun?" Elijah asked Klaus as he entered the hallway.
"Well, you and Marcellus have grown thick as thieves," Klaus replied. "Why should I be alone?"
"Are you upset simply because Elijah schools Marcellus?" Brenna scoffed and Klaus' eyes darkened.
"Watch it, Nik," Kol warned. "Care for a walk darling?" he asked Brenna.
"Um, your shirt, it is um, covered in blood," Brenna whispered to Kol.
"Of course darling, Nik, I need a change of clothes," Kol demanded.
"Brea?" Jeremy asked slowly poking his head into Brea's room, but she ignored him. "Look, Brea, I know Tyler would have told you about Mason. I'm so sorry Brea," he said quietly but Brea continued to ignore him. After a moment Brea heard sniffling and turned around to see tears streaming down her brother's face.
"Jer?" she said standing up.
"I'm so sorry," he stuttered and Brea jumped off her bed and pulled Jeremy in for a hug. "I never wanted to hurt you."
"Jer," Brea whispered. "It was Damon who killed Mason. Not you. I'm just upset that you didn't tell me ok. I'll get through it," Brea said pulling away. "I have to go to the Grill, Jenna was meant to make a cake for the luncheon today but forgot so I have to go get that, but Jer, we're ok, you and I. I promise."
"Hey, Matt," Brea said walking into the Grill. "What was that about?" she asked as she looked behind him and saw a shocked Caroline, who had just been talking to Matt.
"Just more lies," he growled.
"Tell me about it," Brea huffed. "Um, I need to get Jenna's cake."
"Yeah, sure I'll get that," Matt said before scoffing as he saw Caroline and Tyler arguing. Matt got back a moment later, "there you go," he said quickly handing Brea the cake before storming off toward Tyler.
"Um Matt," Brea called out concerned as she ran after him.
"The two of you want to get together, fine," Matt growled at Tyler and Brea's eyes widened as she looked at Tyler and at the spot where Caroline was a minute ago. "There's nothing I can do about it, but do me a favour and both of you stop lying about it."
"Matt, there's nothing going on," Tyler defended.
This set Matt off and he spun around and grabbed Tyler by the collar of his jacket, "Matt!" Brea yelled running forward.
"Hey!" Matt yelled at Tyler. "I said stop lying," he said before storming off. "Sorry Brea," he apologised on his way past.
"You and Care?" Brea asked Tyler in shock.
"Not anymore," Tyler said walking past and pulling out a phone that looked a lot like Caroline's.
"Jenna," Brea whispered to her aunt as she walked into the Lockwoods.
"Got the cake?" Jenna asked.
"Yeah, here," Brea said handing it over.
"Ok, thanks, you're now forgiven for the whole not telling me about John thing," Jenna said kissing Brea on the head. "Elijah's over there," Jenna pointed out. "He was asking about you, he's very cute!"
"Jenna!" Brea laughed.
"You didn't go to the sleepover last night with Elena and the girls, everything ok?" Jenna asked.
"Yeah it's fine Jenna," Brea smiled. "Just a bit of a fight. They all lied to me about something."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not really Jenna, I just want to not think about it for now."
"Sure sweetie," Jenna said with a smile. Jenna's smile fell very quickly as she spotted Damon, "Damon," she greeted. "What are you doing here?" As soon as Jenna greeted Damon, Brea tensed up.
"Hi," Andy, Jenna's friend greeted him. "You came."
"Hi," Damon greeted back.
"Hi," Andy said again stupidly before leaning in and kissing Damon.
Brea and Jenna's eyes went wide and they looked at each other shocked. "Thanks for introducing us Jenna," Damon thanked before walking off.
"Ahh. Wow," Andy sighed and Brea's eyes narrowed as she noticed the silk scarf strategically wrapped around Andy's neck.
"Got to go, you know avoid Damon and stuff," Brea muttered before hastily walking off.
"Ric!" Brea called out in relief as she spotted him in the crowd.
"Hey Brea," Ric muttered back as he noticed Damon enter a room with Elijah.
"What's Damon doing with Elijah?" John spoke from right behind Brea making her jump.
"How should I know?" Ric responded annoyed.
"Because you're his little helper," John scowled.
"If you say so, John," Ric glared.
"Does Jenna know about your extracurricular activities?" John taunted and Brea tensed, not liking where this conversation was heading. "Maybe it's time we tell her."
"Back off, John," Brea warned.
"I mean she can't stay in the dark forever," John continued.
"You're a dick," Ric snarled.
"Agreed," Brea said looking between the two. "I'm team Ric."
"I don't think you should sleep over anymore. It's inappropriate with children in the house" John said.
"Woah. John," Brea said stepping sideways to stand next to Alaric. "Number one, we are not children. Number two, Ric here is my bff. He's like my security blanket. No Ric, no sleep," she joked.
John chose to ignore Brea and continued. "That ring that Isobel gave you, that's mine. I'm going to want that back." He then smirked and walked off.
Brea called out after him, "you're going to need it if you keep acting like a dick! I'm sorry about him, Ric."
"It's ok Brea," Ric said clapping Brea on the back.
"Really, we love having you stay over. I mean not when Lena and I catch you half-naked on the stairs. But aside from that, you're really cool."
Ric immediately went red as he was reminded of that, "I'm uh… I'm going to go find Jenna."
"I'm going to go check on Elijah," Brea said and the two awkwardly scuttled off in different directions. As Brea opened the door to the study, her eyes widened as she saw Damon pressed up against the wall, a pencil stabbed into his neck as he screamed.
"I'm an original," Elijah sighed. "Show a little respect," he said holding out a handkerchief for Damon.
"Woah," Brea gasped as she watched the two.
"Ah Brenna," Elijah smiled. "I was looking for you earlier. I was going to come to greet you but you seemed preoccupied with your aunt," he said before turning back to Damon. "The moment you cease to be of use to me, you're dead, so you should do what I say. Keep Brenna and Elena safe. Now, Brenna, would you care to take a walk with me," Elijah said coming up to her.
"I would love to Elijah," she smiled grabbing onto his elbow. "Oh, and Damon," she sang before leaving the room. "I really hope that splintered," she smirked leaving the room.
"I apologise you at to see that."
"Don't. I'm sure he deserved it," Brea smiled as he led them outside. "What even is the point of this luncheon?"
"Mrs Lockwood was persistent. Wanted to give me a Mystic Falls welcome."
"Yeah, that sounds like Carol," Brea smiled. "She's always been like this, but since her husband died a couple of months ago she's been on overdrive. She needs projects. You know I let her take me shopping for an outfit for this school dance we've got coming up. It took 3 whole days. She wanted to hand-make it. I just thought we'd go to a costume shop in Richmond and that'd be it. We went to 5 fabric stores until she found the right fabrics and then she had to keep measuring me to get it right. I mean it looks really good. She's kind of like a mother to me. I mean I spend half as much time at this house as I do my own," Brea laughed. "She's lovely though, beneath the small-town socialite thing she's got going on. She's got a good heart." Elijah smiled, "what?" Brea asked with a laugh.
"It makes me happy. Hearing about all the good relationships you have with your friends. I do apologise for bringing it up, but it makes me happy I took away your memories. Being with Katerina or myself, you'd isolate yourself from the world. It's not something I want for you."
"But Elijah," Brea said as she stopped walking. "There's still something missing. I mean yes, I'm happy with my friends, but I know that there is this huge part of my life that's just not there. I'm happy, yes. But, I'm also broken. It's getting dark so I'm just going to go inside and go home," Brea said turning around.
"Hang on," Elijah said grabbing her arm. "Give me your phone."
"Excuse me?"
"I want to put my number in it. In case you get a repeat of the wolf incident. You can call me."
"Ok," Brea said handing him her phone.
"There you go, Brenna," he said handing her phone back. "I'm sorry if I offended you, enjoy your evening," he said walking off.
Brea huffed and started making her way back to the house. "What's up Ric?" she said as she ran into him.
"Jenna left to get ready for our date so she asked me to drop you home. Come on, we're going to pop into Damon's first then I'll take you home."
"Oh do we have to?" Brea whined and Ric nodded so Brea let out a dramatic groan as she got in the car.
She huffed out loud as Ric had gone inside a few minutes ago and still hadn't come back to the car. Brea got out and marched inside. "I thought this was just a quick pit stop Ric?" she asked coming into the parlour. "And you're drinking."
"Oh, yeah, Brea, I'll be 2 more minutes," he said turning back to Damon.
"Today was a bust," Damon groaned.
"Yeah," Ric agreed. "How's the throat?"
"Sore," Damon answered.
"Good," Brea snarked and Damon glared.
"Why are you so moody?" he asked.
"Mason," Brea snapped.
"Get over it. The guy was a tool."
"That guy was pretty much my uncle and a damn good friend," Brea snarled.
"Cool it guys," Ric said calmly. "That Elijah's one scary dude, what'd you two talk about Brea?" he said trying to change the subject.
"Um, not much," she said quickly.
Ric realised he wasn't going to get any information out of Brea so he said. "He does have nice hair though. Hey, you want another one?" he asked Damon.
"Woah, Ric, come on, I want to go home," Brea whined as Damon held up his glass for Ric to refill.
"He's going to be hard to kill," Damon mused.
"You're not killing Elijah," Brea snapped. "You can't anyway. He's an original."
"You know something that could help us, Brenna?" Damon asked.
"No. I don't. I can't remember anything. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
"Yeah," Ric said awkwardly. "I'd think twice before I'd trust that dagger and some ashes to do the job." As if on instinct, Brea immediately tensed and sucked in a breath that didn't go unnoticed by Damon. "You're going to need more info," Ric said not noticing Brea's reaction.
"I'm out of sources. My only decent one is mad at me and has had her memory wiped," Damon said pointing at Brea while she gave him a death glare.
"What's up with you and this news chick?" Ric asked.
"Oh. She's got spunk, huh?" Damon smiled.
"Just don't kill her, please," Ric asked.
"If I did, who would report her death?"
"Not funny," Brea snapped.
"Just don't do it, alright?" Ric asked. "She's friends with Jenna, and it's bad enough that we're lying to her about everything else. I hate the lies." Ric pulled out his phone and checked the time. "Oh god, we've got to go. I've got to drop Brea off and pick Jenna up. Don't worry. We'll show ourselves out," Ric smirked standing up to leave.
"Good luck," Damon smiled. Brea went to follow but Damon called, "hold up Brenna." Brea reluctantly stopped and turned around. "Look would it count for anything if I said I was actually…" he started before they heard a loud crash. Damon stood up and grabbed Brea's hand looking at her ring and saw it was glowing extremely bright. "Stay here, you need to start paying more attention to that ring," Damon said as he walked off after Ric. "Brea! Run!" Damon yelled and Brea heard another bang and groans and in a panic ran towards the stairs whipping out her phone.
"Elijah!" she yelled as he answered.
"Brenna? What's going on? Are you ok?" he asked.
"I don't know. I'm at Damon's. There's something going on. We need help, Elijah! Please!" she yelled into the phone in a panic before she felt someone grab her by the waist and throw her to the ground before she could reach the stairs.
"We'll just hang that up," the woman Brea recognised as Jules said as she picked up Brea's phone. "Hi sweetie," Jules smiled before grabbing Brea and hauling her to her feet before dragging her by her hair back into the parlour.
"Where's Tyler?" Brea asked looking around.
Jules laughed before throwing her to the ground again by Damon's feet. Damon was tied up and unconscious. "He's gone to get your sister."
"Elena?" Brea asked panicked. "He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't hurt Elena."
"I may have left a few things out about how to break the sun and moon curse," Jules smirked.
Brea sucked in a panicked breath of air looking around frantically before her eyes landed on Ric. "Ric," she stuttered before noticing he had his ring. "Thank god," she breathed. "Why don't you just get it over with and kill me then?" she snarled at Jules.
"I want to keep Tyler on side," Jules explained. "After I told him about you dropping in on the blonde vampire last night, he told me if I so much as harm one hair on your little head, he would kill me. I'd rather keep him with us, so ergo, you live."
"You really think he's going to want to stay with you when he finds out you lied to him about Elena? He would never hurt her. He's not going to kill her. When you lot kill her for some stupid curse don't you think he'll leave then, huh?" A groan then sounded from next to Brea, "Damon?" Brea called as he began to wake up.
"Morning sunshine," the werewolf Stevie greeted as he woke up. "I saw this movie once, some torture porn flick. Anyway, they had this collar device that was really cool, so I just modified it with some wooden nails, and when I pull," he said tugging the ropes and demonstrating how the nails dug further into Damon's neck.
"Ah!" Damon groaned in pain.
"So, I hear you have the moonstone," Jules interrupted.
Damon laughed. "Oh. If you only knew the irony of this moment right now," he laughed and Brea looked at him confused. "Let me tell you how this is going to go. You're going to torture me, I don't talk, someone loses a heart. Last time, it was your boy Mason," Damon taunted. Brea sucked in a deep breath and looked away blinking tears away, as she turned back she saw Damon looking at her, guilt in his eyes.
"This time," Jules said stepping forward. "It'll be you," she said nodding at Stevie who tugged the chains again as Damon groaned loudly in pain. "You know what the great thing about buckshot is?" Jules asked. "It scatters through the body, maximum damage," she said pulling out the gun and aiming it at Damon. "Where's the moonstone?"
"Get over it, honey," Damon smirked. "You're never going to get it."
"Perhaps we need a little incentive," Jules smiled before she leaned down and grabbed Brea by the collar of her jacket and yanked her up. Jules slammed the end of the gun into Brea's side. Brea began to panic and tried to wiggle her way out of Jules' grip to no avail. Damon's eye's widened and he leaned forward in his chair despite the nails digging into his neck. "Now, where is the moonstone."
"You looking for this?" Elijah's voice called from the other side of the parlour room. All the wolves turned to face him, and Jules kept a firm grip on Brea and Elijah sauntered into the room. It wasn't obvious to many, but Brea noticed the rage in Elijah's eyes. "I will happily allow you to take it. So long as the girl is standing by my side."
Jules looked from Brea to Elijah a few times before releasing her and poking her with the end of the gun. "Go," she hissed and Brea ran across the room to Elijah and into his arms. Elijah wrapped his arms protectively around her before whispering, "I recommend you look away," as he maneuvered her to stand behind him. Elijah then slowly lowered the moonstone onto the table. The then held out his hand and moved him and Brea back a few paces. "Go ahead, take it." One werewolf that Brea didn't know then ran to move forward and Brea, knowing how this was going to go, turned her head to the side as she heard a grunt as Elijah ripped the man's heart out. Not long after that, she heard the groans of two other men who were clearly killed by Elijah. Brea looked up to see Elijah standing over Stevie. "What about you sweetheart? You want to take a shot?" he asked as Stevie stood up. "No? Yes? No?" he asked as Stevie frantically shook his head. "Where's the girl?" Elijah asked angrily looking around the room.
"I don't know," Damon answered confused as Brea slowly began to creep her way closer to Elijah.
"It doesn't really matter," Elijah determined before locking eyes with Brea and he elected to kill Stevie with a punch, as opposed to ripping his heart out. "I did request that you look away," he said to Brea and she shrugged in response. Elijah then stood in front of Damon and ripped the chains off of him. "So you realise this is the third time I've saved your life now?" Elijah stated. "Let's go, Brenna," he said leaving the room, grabbing the moonstone on his way out.
"Thank you, Elijah," she said when she left the house.
"It was my pleasure Brenna," he said tensely.
"It wasn't my fault," she complained as Elijah began to drive.
"I am aware of that Brenna. That girl held a gun up to you. I understand you don't have your memories so you don't fully understand our relationship. But seeing someone threaten your life. It makes me murderous. I assure you I am not mad at you."
Brea nodded and they spent the rest of the ride in silence. After a few minutes, Elijah pulled up in front of Brea's house. "Thanks, Elijah," she said quickly getting out of the car and hurrying inside.
"Brea!" Jenna calls as Brea walked through the door. "Was Ric with you?" she asked looking around.
"Oh, no. Um, I got a lift with someone else. I told Ric I'd be fine. Sorry Jenna," Brea said quickly as she ran up the stairs. "Jer?" she asked knocking on his door only to find that he wasn't home. "What a loser," Brea sighed as she went into her room and nearly screamed in shock when she saw Tyler standing in her room. "Lockwood! You! Little piece of...! What's up?" she asked.
Tyler frowned. "There were a few mood changes in that greeting," he said with a small smile. "I just wanted to say goodbye."
"Wait, goodbye? What are you talking about Ty?"
"I'm leaving with Jules. I have to get out of here. Work out this werewolf thing. I just had to see you before I left."
"With Jules? She just tried to kill me! You can't leave Ty. Your life is here! You belong here! You can't leave Matt. He needs you. He's very dependent."
"He's the dependant one?" Tyler laughed.
"Yes. He is. 100%." Brea's eyes filled with tears at the realisation her best friend was leaving and she ran forward and pulled Tyler into a hug.
"I'm so sorry for today. I told them not to lay a finger on you. I'm so sorry," he said shakily. "I didn't want to hurt Elena, I swear. I would never do that to her. They told me she'd be ok."
"I know, I know Ty. Please stay."
"I have to go, I'm so sorry," he said before he quickly left the hug and disappeared out the window before she could stop him. Brea sat down slowly on her bed, holding back the waterworks and her phone buzzed with a text from Damon.
D - Just heard from Bonnie who interrogated Elijah's witch today. The plan is to kill Klaus after the curse is broken. There's no save Elena part. She has to die.
And just like that, the floodgates opened and Brea let out the past few day's worths of tears in one big gush and eventually exhausted herself out.