"Damon…" Stefan said hesitantly as Damon stood still, looking at his blank phone screen. Stefan had heard small bits of the phone call and most of what he heard was static. But he also heard Eve. Damon had been staring at his phone since the call ended. Stefan didn't really know how Damon would react. He was waiting for the explosion that was Damon's emotions. Before Damon answered, a ringtone went off.
Both Stefan and Damon's attention snapped to the sound of Stefan's phone. Stefan quickly pulled it out to see that it was Elena. Damon hastily walked towards Stefan as Stefan shook his head, trying to indicate to his older brother that it wasn't Eve. Damon's mood instantly soured as he walked behind Stefan and grabbed the woman's body as it lay on the ground.
"Hello?" Stefan answered quickly.
"I'm home, teeth brushed, and ready for bed." Elena said cheerfully. "Safe and sound." Stefan let out a small sigh of relief at knowing this.
"Good, good. I'm glad." Stefan stated, glancing back at Damon as he mindlessly dragged the corpse to the fireplace.
"Is everything alright?" Elena wondered. "You sound serious."
"No, no, no, no." Stefan protested. "Not tonight, you still have a few minutes left of normal." Stefan glanced back at Damon once again to see him putting the body in the fireplace. "I'll tell you about it tomorrow okay?" Elena took in a deep breath.
"I had a really nice time on our date tonight." Elena said, Stefan could practically hear the smile in her voice. Stefan sighed out a laugh.
"Such a liar."
"No, I'm serious." Elena giggled on her end of the phone. "In a way it was exactly what it was supposed to be." Stefan nodded absentmindedly.
"I had a really nice time too." Stefan said as Elena huffed out a small laugh before hanging up. Stefan glanced back at Damon as he stood by the fireplace, staring at the girl in flames. "Damon." Stefan said gently as Damon never broke his gaze. "Wasn't that guy from 1864?" Stefan questioned. "Weren't they in the tomb?" Damon's eyes turned to Stefan.
"They were." Damon said lowly.
"Were? What is that supposed to mean?" Stefan snapped. Damon glared up at Stefan.
"They're out, okay." Damon snapped. "Witchy's spell messed up." Stefan folded his arms. Damon rolled his eyes at the action. "Eve is in trouble and you're going to bitch at me?" Damon snapped which caused Stefan to roll his own eyes.
"Eve wouldn't be in trouble if you weren't so infatuated with Katherine." Stefan snapped back instantly regretting the comment. Damon breathed in before he flittered to Stefan, stabbing a broken piece of glass into Stefan's abdomen. "Bad timing to complain about Katherine to me, little brother." Damon growled as Stefan let out a hiss of pain. "Eve is more important right now and I'm gonna get her." Damon snapped, ripping the glass from Stefan's stomach.
"Damon!" Stefan hissed as Damon dropped the piece of glass, walking towards the doorway. "Wait!" Stefan snapped making Damon pause. "We can't just barge in." Stefan said holding his stomach.
"And why not?" Damon glared, turning around to face Stefan.
"They're older than us. We need a plan." Stefan insisted. Stefan glanced down at the blood on his hand, not sure what was his and what was the woman's. As he looked back to where Damon was, Stefan saw Damon looking back down at his phone with a look of anger and...worry? It had been a while since he saw Damon like this.
"You better be ready then, little brother." Damon hissed looking back up at Stefan without any of his prior emotions on his face. "Get your strength up. I'll find out where this place is. Pearl said they had a farmhouse outside of town." Damon muttered as he left the study.
"Wait, who? Pearl?!" Stefan snapped aloud but got no response.
Eve laid her head against the storage shelves. She had managed to "MacGyver" her way to her phone and back to her original spot. It took a few tries once she was actually hanging on the pipe. She hung a significant ways off the ground, in her opinion. With her being so far from the ground, her weight was put on the vervain ropes that held her hands together. After dealing with the pain, she had managed to grab a broom with her feet which actually reached to the table. The only trouble was managing to hit the phone off the table close to where she would have to sit. The whole ordeal was a process that tired her out. From the knife that was stuck in her shoulder to the vervain that had burned her wrists to the point of bleeding, the whole day had been a process.
Once she finally shimmied herself back down the pipe with her broom still in legs length, she pulled her phone towards her. With much difficulty, she got her phone in between her knees, balancing it. She had been in the dark for such a long time without any light besides the notifications and occasional phone call, once she turned the screen on with her nose, she was blinded. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light and she looked at the time. It was 11:53 PM. She had been gone for almost 11 hours. It showed because as soon as she looked at her missed calls, Damon's name popped up and filled her notifications. Calls ranging from two to nine o'clock. Eve's nose pressed the call back button before she tapped the speaker button.
She stared at Damon's contact picture as the phone began stuttering out a ring. The picture was of Damon without a shirt on in his bathroom. His lips were purshed out. From an annoying trend Eve saw constantly when she was in California. People called it "duck lips". But with others Eve would have rolled her eyes, but on Damon, she couldn't help but actually smile. Her lips cracked at the action. The ringing stopped.
"Ev-yn?" Damon's voice stuttered. Eve's breath caught at the familiar sound.
"Damon!" Eve exclaimed suddenly hearing the outside sounds getting louder. Panic ran through Eve. "I'm at de farmhouse! I need help! I'm trapped in de basement by dose tomb vampires!" Eve said quickly before the sound of an iron door squeaked open close by. Eve frantically tried to press the end call button, but her phone fell from her knees to the ground. Eve's breath caught once more as she quickly slid the phone under her, hoping she had managed to bump the button.
The table light switched on, making Eve flinch. She looked at the man that stood in the doorway, looking around the basement before meeting Eve's eyes. Eve subconsciously backed away from the man until her back fell up against the pipe.
"Who are you?" The man asked. A good fake gimmick that Eve would not fall for. "I'm not going to hurt you." His voice lowered gently as he started walking slowly towards Eve. Eve glared at the man as she kept her mouth shut, pulling her knees closer to her. "My name is Harper." He said as he stopped advancing. Eve raised an eyebrow at the man.
"Me name's Eve." Eve said aloud, confused by the casual conversation.
"Who has done this to you?" He questioned gently. He seemed genuinely confused by the situation. Eve looked the man up and down quizzically.
"I don'-" Eve's voice cracked as she tried to remember the name, "Frederick." Eve said aloud, remembering the name a woman had shouted down the basement.
"Frederick has done this to you?" He asked, baffled. "Why?" He asked. Eve held her tongue once more. What was she supposed to say? She was sneaking around the house because Pearl had pissed her off and she was throwing a tantrum. The more she thought about it, the more a voice in her head began to snap at her.
"Ya really focked up dis time, Eve." "What were ya gonna do? Go on a murderin' spree against at least 15 tomb vampires, all much older den ya." "Ya deserve everythin' dat's happened to ya." "Yer so stupid." "Say somethin' to end yer miserable life." "Ya deserve dis."
"Are you okay?" A deeper voice pulled Eve back to Harper as he kneeled down, holding Eve's shoulders. Eve gasped as she pushed herself further against the wall shaking her head.
"Stop." Eve snapped aloud, closing her eyes. Eve didn't know who it was directed to, but hopefully both her wandering mind and the man would stop what they were doing. Harper's hands left Eve's shoulders as he backed up slightly to the slight relief of Eve. The nagging remained. "Co-Can ya get dis?" Eve asked suddenly. Harper raised an eyebrow at her before she nodded at her should
"Oh! Of course." Harper said, slowly moving his hands towards Eve's shoulders. As one of Harper's hand held the handle of the knife, the other was gently against Eve's shoulders. A sincere look of worry was written on his face. Eve took in a deep breath and only nodded, closing her eyes. The knife was pulled out quickly. Eve took a deep breath in from the pain as she opened her eyes quickly. "Sorry!" Harper said quickly. Eve shook her head.
"No, I'm okay. Dat's been stuck in dere for hours." Eve sighed out as the pain in her shoulder finally began to stop burning.
"I can not believe that Frederick would do such a thing." Harper said absentmindedly. "Miss Pearl will hear of this." Eve sucked in a breath at the mention of Pearl.
"No, dat's fine, I just-" Eve stuttered before she was interrupted
"Harper?" A voice yelled down the basement. Harper looked behind him, turning and giving Eve an apologetic look.
"I have to go, I am sorry. I will help though, I swear it." Harper said, standing up from his spot.
"Wait-" Eve muttered before Harper had flittered out of the cellar, leaving her alone once more. Eve let out an annoyed sigh as her head fell back against the pipe in frustration. Someone had better realized she was gone by now. This kidnapping thing wasn't working for her.
"I say we go to Pearl's, bust down the door, and annihilate the idiot that attacked us last night." Damon snapped as he finished up hammering a board against the window. "And did you see that look he gave when he saw the Eve was calling? Oh, if he has something to do with her too…" Damon snapped with a sarcastic smile plastered on his face.
"Yeah. And then what? We turn to the rest of that house of vampires and say, 'Oops. Sorry?'" Stefan questioned as he paced. Damon shrugged, as if it wasn't the worst idea he had heard. "We don't even know if Eve is there either, Damon." Damon rolled his eyes.
"Farmhouse. Help. Tomb vampires. That is what she said last night. The longer we wait, the longer she is with those scumbags." Damon snapped.
"I can't believe you made a deal with Pearl." Elena chipped in. Damon paced passed her.
"It was more like a helpful exchange of information." Damon said, annoyed at the memory of Pearl showing up. "And it's not like I had a choice. She's-" Damon cut himself off as he thought of a word that best described Pearl. "Scary. Besides, she's gonna help me get Katherine back." Damon said smugly as he waved the hammer towards Elena, still hearing a slight nagging in his ear. Elena scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Of course she is." Elena muttered before looking towards Stefan. "Damon gets what he wants, as usual. No matter who he hurts in the process." Elena snapped. Damon raised an eyebrow at her.
"You don't have to be snarky about it." Damon rolled his own eyes at her tone, turning away as she straightened up to defend herself.
"I woke up this morning to learn that all the vampires have been released from the tomb. I've earned snarky." Elena snapped. Damon let out an annoyed sigh as he sat down on a chair.
"How long are you going to blame me for turning your birth mother into a vampire?" Damon muttered, rolling his eyes. Elena was usually snappy with him, but there had to be more to it than him being selfish.
"I'm not blaming you, Damon." Elena smiled with her arms folded. "I've accepted the fact that you're a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities." Elena sassed. Damon rolled his eyes once more, slightly surprised by the comment before he muttered a sarcastic 'ouch' towards her.
"This isn't being very productive." Stefan muttered aloud. "We're gonna figure out a way to deal with Pearl and the vampires. Yeah?" Stefan suggested as Elena glared daggers at Damon. "We'll deal with them and get Eve in the process, okay? She's going to be fine." Stefan reassured. Damon blinked at the comment. Stefan had no idea. Why even try and reassure him that she was okay. Damon knew Evie. The only way she would be okay is if she kept her mouth shut, and since he knew Evie, he knew she wouldn't. Damon stood up and rolled his eyes at the comment before leaving the study.
"I'm sorry. He just makes me so cranky." Damon heard Elena mutter.
"I know. He makes everybody cranky." Stefan muttered back. Damon sighed. Eve had better be okay. At least with her, she wouldn't make him feel like such a burden.
Eve's eyes snapped open at metal being clashed. She blinked, trying to see the blurry world. As her eyes adjusted, she saw Frederick and a few other men around the table. One turned around and threw something, making Eve finch before she let out a loud gasp of pain as a wooden stake went through the side of her knee.
"Oh, you're awake." Frederick turned holding a stake. Eve felt her heart begin to race. "Listen, I'm getting very tired of snapping your neck and waiting for you to wake up so I can just do it again. So today, if you don't talk, we'll hurt you. Maybe even kill you. We'll see how the day goes, hmm?" Frederick muttered as he walked over to Eve. "So. How do you know Damon Salvatore?" He asked.
"Who doesn't?" Eve hissed glaring at him. Frederick rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.
"Wrong answer." He said slamming the stake through the top of Eve's knee to the concrete. Eve hissed in pain. "Do you know Stefan?" Frederick asked, as he held his hand out behind him. One man handed him another stake. Watery vervain dripped from the tip of the stake. Without warning, the stake was drove into Eve's stomach as Frederick forced her up. A scream of pain left Eve involuntarily. Frederick looked down to Eve's feet as one of her knees was held up. Frederick ripped the stake from the side of her knee out. "Is this your phone?" Frederick asked aloud. Eve's blood went cold as she remembered the call she had made. "I thought something was missing." Frederick smirked as he slammed the stake into Eve's knee from the front, just like the other. Eve yelped at the contact. Frederick slapped a hand over Eve's mouth, making Eve's head smack back against the pipe. "We talked about this, Eve." Eve's eyes widened at the me. "Oooh, you don't like that. Eeevvveeeee." He dragged out the name. "Harper told me." Eve's heart sank. Why would he… "That was right before I snapped his neck though. He was going to help you, and we wouldn't want that, would we, Evie?" Eve tensed at the familiar nickname. "What, is that one of the nicknames the Salvatore's gave you?" Eve only glared as his hand grabbed her chin roughly. "Speak." He said with a smirk across his mouth.
"Fock ya." Eve spat at him. Frederick rolled his eyes before he grabbed her hands and hoisted her up to the top of the pipe. Pain exploded across Eve's wrists.
"Look Fred, she can't even touch the ground." One man muttered with a cackle of a laugh. Frederick pulled Eve further from the wall before dropping her. Her wrists stung at the sudden weight.
"You're right." Frederick began to laugh with the others joining in at Eve's expense. "But back to business." Frederick said as he pulled the stake from Eve's stomach before plunging it into her chest. Eve's let out a shriek of pain as fear swept through her. Her heart raced. Eve felt as if her heart was racing against the stake. "The Salvatores brothers." Frederick pushed.
"What if I did know dem? Den what? Use me ta get ta dem? Damon's a dick and Stefan's borin'." Eve hissed out. "I'm not dere friend." Eve snapped out the lie. Frederick raised an eyebrow as he held out his hand once more.
"Yeah, I don't believe it." He muttered as a knife was put into his hands. Eve took in a deep breath as she tried calming herself. "Why would someone who isn't there friend have a contact picture like Damon's on your phone?" He asked as he ran the blade down Eve's sides.
"People do dat!" Eve defended quickly. "Dey take someone's phone and make shitty and embarrassing pictures deir contact pictures!" Eve defended as a drip of blood from her wrists fell and hit Frederick. Frederick looked at the small drop of blood before looking up at Eve's wrists.
"Someone was busy getting their phone I see." Frederick snapped. "And...I still don't believe you." He snapped grabbing the stake in Eve's chest and pulling down roughly. Eve screamed in pain as she struggled away from him.
"Téigh trasna ort féin ag fein truaillaithe tuilli." Eve screamed, finally managing to kick away from the man. The Irish slipped from her tongue. The last time she had spoken that much Irish, swears or not, was back in the 50's.
"What even was that hideous language." Frederick laughed with the others. Eve spat at him, small flecks of blood hit Frederick before a phone started ringing. "Get that." Frederick said as he pulled the knife across Eve's neck, dangerously close to slicing too deeply. Eve tried to keep her breathing minimal.
"Stefan is leaving for a hunt." One of the men said. The mention of Stefan had Eve listening even more carefully. Frederick smirked at Eve as he noticed her slight change in demeanor even with one name put out in the open.
"Well, let's go get him then." Frederick said, turning his attention towards the others. Eve quickly threw her legs around his neck squeezing as hard as she could. The moment of power was done and gone with before Eve could even take a breath as two of the others pulled Eve's legs off of Frederick, snapping one of her knees in the process. Eve screamed as she saw her bone sticking out beside the stake in her knee. "Don't!" Frederick coughed as one of the vampires pulled the stake from Eve's chest and almost slammed it into her heart. Eve's eyes closed quickly as she felt the stake go back into her chest, even closer to her heart than the first time. Eve opened her eyes as she saw Frederick pull the stake out from her chest and pushed her back towards the wall.
"Listen here, I will not see her killed because one of you morons doesn't remember where the heart is." Frederick snapped as Eve fell to the ground, ignoring the cry as she hit the ground. "If she does really know the Salvatores, and they're friends, we need to make sure she doesn't look like such a fucking wreck." Frederick yelled as he forcefully pushed Eve's bone back to its specific place, ignoring her screams. "Now." He puffed out a breath. "Let's go grab the vegetarian."
Damon got in his car and turned on the engine. Stefan hadn't answered his phone for a while and Elena hadn't either. And if Stefan was with Elena, Damon would be pissed. As he drove in the storm towards Elena's, he watched the roads carefully. With his luck, a rouge vampire would come and cause him to wreck. In his nice car.
As he drove up and parked by Elena's, he pulled out his phone and called her. Within the first rings he knew she wouldn't answer. He quickly flittered to her door. As soon as she ignored his call, he knocked. Once Elena opened the door, Damon quickly walked into the house.
"You're ignoring me." Damon muttered, turning to face Elena again.
"The six missed calls?" Elena wondered. "Sorry, my phone's dead." She snarked at him. Damon rolled his eye before looking around her.
"Is Stefan here?" Damon asked, ignoring her snarky attitude.
"No." She stated, shaking her head. "Why?" She asked, concern washing over her face. "Something wrong?"
"He went out in the woods and didn't come back. I can't get him on his phone. I figured he was here with you." Damon muttered looking at his phone once more. Elena put her phone to her ear as she tried to call Stefan.
"It's going straight to voicemail." Elena stated. Damon wanted to roll his eyes. He knew that much. "Where could he be?" Elena asked. The million dollar question. But Damon had an idea.
"You're not going to like what I'm thinking." Damon muttered.
"Sam, you have the vervain ready?" A man asked as he cut the ropes from Eve's wrists and pulled her to her feet. The man simply nodded as he stood over by the table with his back turned. Eve felt the burning stop and anger flooded through her. The thought was stupid, but it would help her. Without hesitation, Eve quickly snapped the man's neck before pulling the stakes out of her knees. The man by the table turned quickly with a syringe in his hand. Eve breathed in as she flittered over to him and stuck the stake into his chest. But as she stabbed him in his chest, he stabbed her in her neck with the syringe.
Eve hissed as she pulled the syringe out of her neck, but it was too late. As the man fell to the ground, veins slowly crawling over his arms and face, Eve felt the effects of the vervain. The cellar layout blurred together as she held herself up at the table.
"Come on, Eve, yer stronger dan dis shite." Eve hissed to herself, trying to shake the paralyzing effects of the vervain. The pain of her barely healed broken knee slowed her down, annoying her even more. She slowly walked to get out of the small room of the cellar into a hallway of some sort. As she walked, she saw a metal door and the sound of heavy rain flowing down something. She walked over to it quickly, holding onto the prison like bars to balance herself. The vervain was not leaving her system as quick as she wanted it to. She pulled the door open before attempting to walk up the stairs. Looking up, she squinted at the bright light of the outdoors.
The rain washed down the stairs. Eve pulled herself up the first few stairs before she fell to her knees. Eve bit her tongue as she stifled a hiss of pain. She had to be quiet. As she began crawling up the stairs, rain began to hit her head. Eve couldn't help the smile as she felt a liquid that wasn't vervain touch her. But this wasn't the time for relaxing. Eve looked up the stairs again, to see how far she had left and to feel the rain.
"Come on, Stefan, we're just about there!" The familiar voice echoed against the stairways walls. Eve froze. Maybe if she ran she would get away. "Hey Sam, Billy, you done down there yet?" Shit. Eve saw the shadows as they came closer to the stairs. If she was going to get out she had to try. Eve flittered up the stairs, ignoring the pain that followed. "God damn it, how did you get out." Eve heard as she was stopped in her tracks by at least ten vampires.
"Fock." Eve muttered.
As Damon drove out of town with Elena in tow, his eyes kept glancing at his phone.
"Eyes on the road." Elena scolded. Damon rolled his eyes.
"You know, you didn't have to come." Damon snapped. Damon knew Elena rolled her own eyes at the comment without even looking at her.
"I did. Stefan is out there."
"And what were you going to do?" Damon snapped, glancing over at Elena as she folded her arms. "'Yes, hi, I'm Elena, Katherine's doppelganger and would like to take back my boyfriend please.'" Damon mocked Elena. "You know he's not the only one out there."
"How could I forget. The real reason we're really going out there is to save your precious rebound girlfriend and not your own brother." Elena hissed. Damon took in a deep breath. The urge to slam on his brakes passed over him quickly. His hands tightened around the steering wheel, ignoring the urge.
"Fuck off, Elena." Damon snapped suddenly. Elena's head snapped towards him, offended by his sudden outburst. "Oh what, like you've never heard the word." Damon muttered. "Or at least it's never been said to you, because you're always in the right." Damon growled at her as he turned on a muddy road. "If Eve is here, I'm going to kill them all. If Stefan is here, I'm going to kill them all." Damon snapped, looking over and seeing a dirty car...It was Eve's. His hands tightened against the steering wheel as he parked his car before he drove up a hill he knew he couldn't make. "Don't assume I would save one over the other." Damon snapped as he got out of the car with a baffled Elena in the passenger seat.
Damon flittered to the farmhouse as quickly as he could. The hill wasn't easy to get up, but once he saw the house, he was at the front door in a second. His fist slammed against the wooden door.
"Pearl! Open this door. I swear to God I'll bust through and rip your head off." Damon threatened as he waited for an answer. The door opened slightly. The same man that had attacked last night stood with the door barely opened.
"Pearl's not home." He said casually. Damon glared, thinking of a million ways to kill him. "Mmm. Beautiful weather." He said leaning himself out of the door. "Not a ray of sun in the sky." He said, staring back at Damon.
"Where's my brother." Damon snapped. The man let out a small sigh.
"Billy." He stated, opening the door wide. Two men pulled Stefan from a different room. Stefan breathed heavily as the two men held him. Stefan looking up at Damon. Damon felt his heart race and anger burn through him.
"You're dead." Damon snapped as he tried to enter the house. A force pushed him back.
"Ooh, I'm sorry." The man muttered as Damon looked around the doorway. "You haven't been invited in." He said smugly. "Miss Gibbons?" A small woman with bite marks around her body come walking in from a different room.
"Yes, Frederick, honey?" She said softly. Damon looked at this woman, pitty forming in his stomach.
"Never let this bad man in." Frederick said, turning towards the woman. She nodded with a smile.
"I'll never let him in." She said, looking Damon up and down before she smiled obediently at Frederick before walking away.
"145 years left starving in a tomb, thanks to Katherine's infatuation with you and your brother." Frederick snapped at Damon before smirking. Damon took a breath in at the mention of Katherine being in love with both him and Stefan. "First few weeks, every single nerve in your body screams with fire. The kind of pain that can drive a person mad." He snapped, before smirking. "Well...I thought your brother might want to get a taste of that before I killed him. Billy." As he said the name, one of the men holding Stefan stabbed him in the side with a stake. Damon hit the side of the house.
"Stefan!" Damon's eyes widened at the familiar voice. Frederick looked back at Stefan before staring at Damon.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" He smirked. "Jacob." Damon's heart stopped as one man threw Eve in front of Stefan. "You know her though, right?" Frederick asked, casually walking over and pulling Eve up. Damon felt his fingers dig into the doorways frame. Dark bags covered most of the freckles under her eyes as dried up blood lingered under her nose and mouth. One side of her tank top strap was hanging. Multiple holes and slices of her tank top were missing. Damon felt a crack under his grip. "She's been...something." Frederick snapped as he grabbed her chin and made her look at him. "You know her though, yeah?" Frederick asked, turning her head towards Damon. Damon stared, feeling his heart against his chest. Eve looked at him with her big green eyes with so much fear.
"You're going to regret everything you've ever done." Damon snapped suddenly as he felt something in his hands. He glanced over to see he had gone through the frame and held a chunk of it. Frederick pulled Eve to her feet, and grabbed her chin roughly.
"That doesn't fare well for you, sweetheart." Frederick muttered towards Eve. "She said she didn't like either of you, but by just a simple look..." Frederick smirked at Eve as she tried to pull away from him made Damon's heart race once more. Frederick's smirk fell before he pushed Eve towards one of the men near Stefan. Frederick walked over to the door once more, a smirk plastered on his face.
"You have a nice day." Frederick said as he shut the door in Damon's face. Oh they were all dead. They were dead for taking Stefan. They were dead for hurting Evie. They were extra dead for hurting his Evie. All ways around, they were dead. Damon flittered back towards his car. As he ran down the hill, Elena got out of the car with an umbrella.
"What happened, where is he?" She questioned as Damon got under the umbrella with her.
"They have him and Eve. I can't get in." Damon explained.
"Why not?"
"Because the woman that owns the house is compelled to not let me in." Damon snapped more towards himself at the fact. Elena breathed in.
"I can get in." She said as she tried to pass him. Damon easily stopped her.
"You're not going in there." Damon snapped as Elena struggled.
"I'm going!" Elena snapped.
"You're not going in there." Damon snapped holding her back.
"Why are they doing this?" Elena asked, fear obvious in her voice.
"Revenge." Damon muttered, annoyed with himself. "They want revenge."
"We gotta do something."
"I know"
"We can't let them hurt them. We gotta get them out of there" Elena said, her voice starting to quiver in panic. Damon glanced behind him before he turned to face Elena.
"I know, Elena, I know." Damon muttered, annoyed by the feeling of being powerless. "But I don't know how to get them out." Damon said. "Let's just get in the car. I don't like being out here without any protection besides an umbrella." Damon muttered as Elena nodded in agreement, getting into the passenger side. Damon ran to the drivers side, turning on the car.
"Vervain on the ropes." Eve heard Frederick say as her black eye began to heal over. "Evie over here could tell you all about it. The difference is that you can actually touch the ground. Let's see if you react the same way." Frederick said as he took a tool and pulled on a rope that held Stefan up. Stefan let out a groan of pain as Eve was tied up on the top pipe near Stefan.
"Stop!" Eve snapped as the man let her hang by her full weight. Frederick turned to Eve and stabbed a stake into her side. Eve hissed in pain.
"Oh, you don't know pain yet, girl." Frederick snapped. "You killed one of us. But I suppose that Stefan did as well…" Frederick trailed off before he stabbed Stefan in the side as well. "But I was thinking what would hurt even more. Stefan! You could be the first to try it out!" Frederick said as one of the men grabbed the back of Stefan's head and pulled it back. Eve watched as Frederick took an eyedropper from the table.
"No, no, no! Wait!" Eve protested. Frederick glanced over at Eve and only smirked as he dropped presumably vervain in Stefan's eyes. Stefan let out grunts of pain from the contact as Eve flinched at the sizzling noise that was made.
"This isn't right!" Eve heard Harper's voice shout. Eve turned her head to see Harper standing still. Frederick walked past Eve, ignoring her.
"He killed Bethanne. She killed Sam. Bethanne and Sam were one of us Harper." Frederick snapped. "And don't you think for a second he wouldn't kill you if he had the chance." He snapped lowly. "Pearl says we're not here for revenge, right?" He said, walking past Eve again, pulling her down slightly to make the ropes burn her wrists. Eve yipped slightly at the sudden pain. "I say that's exactly what we're here for." He said turning his attention back towards Stefan. He grabbed something from the table before standing in front of Stefan. "Starting with this." A sizzling filled Eve's ears as Stefan grunted in pain. "And then his brother. And anyone else that gets in our way, including this one." Frederick pointed the knife at Eve. "Killing you will be a treat. But I want you to watch the Salvatore's die." Frederick said as he pulled the knife down Eve's sides. Eve forced her eyes closed, ignoring the pain as best she could. "Because apparently, you don't know them. So it won't hurt when you see this-" Frederick muttered as he turned his attention back towards Stefan, raising his knife.
"Don't!" Eve snapped. Harper ran past him, grabbing Frederick's hand and pulling it backwards.
"This isn't right!" Harper snapped.
"You're gonna want to let go of me!" Frederick yelled, grabbing Harper by the throat. Eve gasped slightly at the sudden change of volume.
"Miss Pearl will be home soon." Harper snapped. Eve watched as Frederick glared at Harper.
"Miss Pearl...is no longer in charge." Frederick snapped. "Tie him up and then stake him down." He snapped as two men quickly went and restrained him. Frederick watched as they took Harper away before his eyes turned and met Eve's. "Now, where were we?"
"Don't want ta hurt anyone, my ass." Eve spat at him. Frederick chuckled lowly before taking the same eyedropper that was used on Stefan and walking towards Eve.
Damon walking into the school hallways. Elena said Alaric would be around here. Damon could hear footsteps from a little ways away. Damon glanced back at Elena before he flittered closer to the noise. Damon turned a corner. Alaric stood still as soon as he saw Damon.
"Well don't you look…" Damon cocked his head slightly. "Alive." he muttered. Alaric glared.
"You can't hurt me." Alaric grumbled back. Damon smirked at the statement.
"Oooh, I can hurt you alright." Damon muttered back remembering the night he had thought he killed the history teacher. Alaric began walking towards Damon, which prompted Damon to do the same.
"Mr. Saltzman." Elena's voice stopped Alaric in his tracks once more. "We need your help." Elena pleaded. Alaric stared at Elena before letting out a sigh.
"Come with me." Alaric muttered, turning around and beginning to walk in the opposite direction. Elena glanced over and Damon and nodded for him to follow. Damon grumbled to himself as he followed the two into a classroom. Alaric sat down in a teacher's chair, Damon would assume that this was his classroom. "What's the problem?" Alaric asked. Elena stayed close to the desk as Damon went and looked out one of the windows before sitting on the ledge.
"Well...It's a long story-" Elena started. Damon rolled his eyes quickly cutting in.
"A bunch of vampires kidnapped Eve and my brother and have them in a farmhouse." Damon interrupted, giving Alaric the quick rundown. Alaric raised an eyebrow at it. Elena only shook her head before looking back at Alaric.
"Stefan's in the house. Damon's a vampire. He can't get in. We need you." Elena pleaded. "I would go, but…"
"But your life is valuable." Damon cut in once more before looking at Alaric. "Yours, on the other hand is..." Damon trailed off making Alaric roll his eyes.
"Stefan told me about your ring." Elena cut in.
"What about it?" Alaric asked nonchalantly. Damon let out an annoyed sigh.
"Let me recap, you tried to kill me. I defended myself. You died. Then according to my brother, your ring brought you back to life." Damon snapped quickly. "Am I- uh- Am I leaving anything out?" Damon sassed back as Alaric looked as if he wasn't having any of it.
"Yeah." Alaric muttered. "The part where I try and kill you again. Only this time, I don't miss." He snapped standing up from his chair. Damon rolled his eyes as Elena stood in front of him.
"Mr. Saltzman, please. It's Stefan." Damon rolled his eyes at Elena's comment. Who was being the selfish one now and only caring about one person. Alaric shook his head.
"I'm sorry Elena, it's not my problem." Alaric said gently.
"That's a shame." Damon baited. "Because the woman in charge of the crowd can help you find your wife." He muttered standing up from his seat. Even Elena turned her head.
"You're lying." Alaric muttered.
"Am I?" Damon cocked his head as he walked over to Elena. "Why don't you ask her for yourself?" Damon questioned, but only received a glare from Alaric. "Coward." Damon muttered. "Come on, Elena." He said slightly nudging her from her spot. Elena huffed as she began walking by herself.
"Alright." Alaric said aloud. Damon smirked down at Elena, but she only rolled her eye. God, she was no fun. "Wait." Elena turned around towards Alaric. "I'll go." Alaric muttered kneeling down underneath his desk. Elena quickly walked back over to his desk as Damon followed more slowly. Alaric pulled out a thin bag. Once unraveled, the bag had a lot of stakes. Damon looked at the amount of stakes he had. He was impressed.
"Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night?" Damon questioned.
"I have you to thank for that." Alaric said, glaring up at Damon. Damon rolled his eyes at the action before touching one of the stakes.
"What are these?" Elena wondered aloud.
"Those are tranquilizer darts filled with vervain." Alaric muttered with his arms folded. Damon was getting tired of this attitude. The sooner he ditched this guy, the better.
"Just get me in." Damon said aloud. "I'll get Stefan out." Elena scoffed quietly.
"That's your plan?" Elena questioned. "You're just going to take them all on by yourself?"
"That was the plan from the beginning. But I think I'll be a little stealthier than that...hopefully." Damon muttered glancing up at Alaric, who rolled his eyes. Elena pulled out a tranquilizer.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" Alaric asked quickly.
"I'm going with you guys." Elena said innocently. Alaric raised an eyebrow at her.
"No, no, no, no, no, noooo." Damon protested as Alaric took the tranquilizer from Elena. "No way." Damon protested.
"You need me." Elena snapped. "I'll get in, you could distract them, and then I'll get Stefan out." Again with only worrying about Stefan.
"You know, the point of getting Ric here involved in the first place was so you wouldn't have to come." Damon snapped. Elena rolled her eyes at the comment.
"I'm going." Elena said stubbornly. Damon sighed, turning his attention towards Alaric, blatantly ignoring Elena. "So, when you get me in, get out as quickly as you can. I know how to sneak around where they can't hear me. You'll basically just be in the way." Damon sassed Alaric as he simply stared, seemingly unamused. Elena huffed.
"Damon, now is not the time to be the lone ranger." She snapped. Damon sighed.
"Fine. Elena, you can...You can drive the getaway car." Damon suggested. "Hmm? You're not going in the house." He continued turning his attention toward Alaric again.
"You can't stop me." Elena snapped. "It's Stefan we're talking about here! You don't understand." Elena muttered. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Really, I don't understand? Because it's just Stefan?" Damon snapped suddenly. Elena glared at him, ignoring what he was putting out there. Damon sighed. "I understand." He said gently. "I understand." He said shaking his head sarcastically. "He's the reason you live. His love lifts you up where you belong." Damon sassed. "I get it." He rolled his eyes, knowing he had infuriated Elena.
"Can you just not joke around for two seconds?" Elena snapped. Damon let out an annoyed sigh.
"I can't protect you, Elena." Damon snapped. "I don't know how many vampires there are in there." Damon snapped. "That's how long it takes you to get your head ripped off." Elena only glared. "I have to be able to get in and get out. I can't be distracted with your safety. Or this will end up a bloodbath that none of us walk away from." Damon's words choked slightly, annoyed by the thought. It wouldn't happen but just the thought… "Including Stefan and Eve." At the mention of Stefan getting hurt, Elena's head fell down. He should feel bad but... "I know. I get it. I understand." Damon muttered as Elena started to tear up. Alaric took in a breath.
"If we're gonna go, let's go." Alaric muttered as he started to pack away his bag. Damon glanced back at Elena and patted her shoulder. He shouldn't even let her go but maybe she could drive fast.
Eve glanced back at Harper as he sat in the chair, still unconscious. Eve hoped he was okay. He didn't deserve this. The other vampires had left the two alone and hung up with Harper tied to the chair with stakes through his knees.
"Eve?" Stefan's voice cracked, causing Eve to look back at him.
"Stefan?" Eve questioned. Stefan looked up, his face slightly veiny and his eyes red. Eve wondered if that was what she had looked like for the first few hours she had been down here. She didn't want to think about it. "Ya okay?" Eve questioned. Stefan let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry." Stefan muttered under his breath. Eve let out a huff of a scoff. He was going to try and blame this on himself. He glanced up at her, ready to put himself down before Eve shook her head.
"Don't Stef. Dis is not yer fault." Eve said, making Stefan furrow his eyebrows together as if he was confused to hear her say this. "How is dis yer fault? I wanted revenge." Eve said aloud, trying to ignore the nagging that was the voice in her head telling her that she deserved this. "Ya weren't even home when Pearl came. Ya were in school; like a good kid." Stefan let out a small huff of a laugh.
"I can't believe you called Pearl a psycho bitch." Stefan muttered, a small chuckle in his voice. Eve let out a small chuckle.
"Aye, ya can." Eve muttered. "Don't pretend like ya don't know I can't keep me mouth shut." Eve said. The small smile on Stefan's face twisted suddenly into a frown.
"Eve, your wrists." Eve looked up to see that her wrists were bleeding. Eve shook her head about it.
"Dey're fine, Stef, I've had wor-" Eve held her tongue suddenly. Stefan didn't need to know that she had already been through this. The one thing worse than torture was Stefan's puppy dog eyes. That look alone could cause grown men to start a war, if Stefan wanted. "We'll be fine, Stefan." Eve said aloud, trying to get off the subject. "But once we're out, ya better let me drink blood without judgin'." Eve warned. Stefan simply shook his head.
"I'll be a little judgy." Stefan muttered under his breath. Eve rolled her eyes playfully, as if they weren't both strung up waiting for Damon to 'Prince Charming' his way to them.
"Do we need to go over the plan again?" Damon asked as he parked the car the same place he had earlier that day. Alaric let out an annoyed sigh from the back seat.
"No. Let's just get this over with." Alaric snapped as he got out of the car. Damon sighed.
"And you're going to stay." He said pointing at Elena as he got out of the car and followed Alaric closely. As the two approached the house, Damon stood back in the woods as Alaric went to the front door. Within moments of Alaric knocking, Frederick answered the door. As soon as Alaric was in and the door was shut, Damon flittered to the back of the house. Luckily, there was a door. He stood and waited. Damon heard Alaric with Miss Gibbons close by. Damon was surprised by how quick Alaric had managed get to the back. Damon heard water running and a something else going as well.
"I'm really sorry, but you're going to have to invite a friend of mine inside." Alaric said as he opened the door and nudged Miss Gibbons. Damon almost chuckled at the word. Friend? Yeah right.
"Oh. I'm sorry. He's not allowed in the house." Miss Gibbons said, looking back at Alaric.
"I know that but you've gotta make an exception." Alaric pleaded. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Just get her out of the house. Now!" Damon demanded as Miss Gibbons quickly went to Damon. "Miss Gibbons, tell me the truth. Are you married?" Damon asked, with Miss Gibbons shaking her head with a simple 'No.' "Parents, children, anyone else who lives on this property?" Miss Gibbons only smiled.
"No. It's just me." She said cheerfully.
"No? Good." Damon muttered as he snapped her neck. He walked inside the house quickly as Miss Gibbons' dropped.
"You were supposed to compel her." Alaric snapped quietly as he stopped Damon.
"It doesn't work that way." Damon huffed back in a whisper.
"She's human!" Alaric hissed, shaking Damon slightly.
"And I'm not! So, I don't care." Damon snapped, getting in Alaric's face. "Now, get out of here. And get rid of the body!" Damon snapped as he pushed Alaric towards the door. Damon quietly closed the door behind him as he looked around the kitchen before quickly entered a pantry closet.
Translation:
Téigh trasna ort féin ag fein truaillaithe tuilli. - (rough translates into) Go fuck yourself you wanking bastard
So. That was a fucking adventure. TORTURE IS FUN TO WRITE. ESPECIALLY FOR AN AGLIOPHOBIAN HAHA WOWIE Ihavehurtmyself. Do it for the vine type of moment. I'm good but if it's not the best, please forgive me, I tried. Also this is unedited because my word keeps fucking up and telling me I spelled 'a' wrong like please stop. I didn't ask for this. And this was supposed to be longer than it originally was, but I hated the ending so I'm rewriting and I thought I would get this one out there because I was free and in the mood ANDTHATNEVERHAPPENS.
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