Whoever said love is blind forgot to warn us all about the crazyness that may come with it sometimes. Foggy thoughts, ichoerrable judgment, possible dumb decistions. And despite it all, love is beautiful. Isn't it?
That being said, maybe Damon's actions will be easier to understand. Two days has passed since Elena and Alaric vanished together. Everyone seemed to believe the teacher was compelled and now desperatly search for a hiding place where Klaus could have brought them both.
They feared the worst for Ric, since he may not be of any use now that he delievered the doppleganger. But the constant worry for Elena died down a little, under Celia's wise words: "Guys, let's focus, okay? He won't kill, nor will he harm her because he needs her. We have untill the fool moon, remember?"
That put people in a calm frenzy – such a wierd state – except from Damon who ditched the crew and went solo to solve these issues. His best friend, probably dead. He has a ring to bring him back, the vampire kept repeating to himself. The girl he loved, but couldn't have due to his brother's relationship with her, lost and scared with a dangerous, deadly vampire. Not just a vampire, the vampire. The one legends are told about as a warning to never stay in his way. The one who is going to undoubtly kill Elena to free his werewolf side and become even a bigger of a monster.
Rain poured outside, the man cared not. Small flames tried to grew out of the back – or was it the front? – of a car smashed into a tree on a sode road to Mystic Falls. A dead girl, looking fresh out of college, was put in a sitting position, leaning on the right door of her destroyed car. Her neck, pierced by strong fangs would have bleed, has she not been emtied by all her blood. To deal with unwanted emotional turmoil that bothered him so much, Damon laied on the hot pavement. Cars don't usualy venture then, but appareantly it was a lucky night for the hungry, angry Salvatore. When the girl desperatly tried to avoid running over him with her car, she bumped into a tree. More dead than alive, she watched in horror as the man dissappeared. Soon enough, he held her by the back of her neck and feed on her untill she died.
Now, with a full stomach and calmer nerves, he deccided. No. He won't let Elena and Alaric – if there still is an Alaric to save – spend one more second with the evil hybrid.
He speed through the whole city. By a hapy coincidence, or divine benevolenve, he found late that night (early in the morning?) a small building with a few apartments for rent. Inside, he learned that not many people wanted to live there, yet a bunch of funny smells and dotts of light projected on dirty walls gave him confirmation: Klaus must be there.
Door after door, he saw the whole building. He stopped inside another ridiculously empty apartment. It looked deserted for a long time, yet that was impossible.
Grenda glared at the dark haired, tall, muscular man. She wasn't the only witch working for the origibal there, but she had to do most of the hard spells. Also, now that they were visited by unwanted company, she and the others had to put on a cover spell to convience him to leave. It worked so far, but Damon lingered too much under Grenda's territory and she wanted to go back to her work, preparing the upcoming ritual that will take place at the end of the week. That means only six days from now.
"Damon! Damon, we're here!" Shielded against her will by Grenda's spell, Elena tried in vain to catch his attention. It was impossible. Or should have been, hat the witch be less tired from the preparition for the scariffice.
Her spell, harder to maintain, began to crack. Klaus, who enjoyed the show amused so far, turned to face her. The curves of his lips stretched into a thin, horizontal line, his features so easily darkened, as if they were used to sudden changes of mood in their beholder and his eyes sparkled brighter, the gleam of some kind of cheap happiness vanished to gave its place to menancing gleams.
It's dangerous to dream when stress took over your mind. It's even worse to stay up late and fall asleep while trying to solve the certain problem. But staying awake untill peace and calm embrace you are not good choices either. So, what is there to do?
Bonnie researched cloacking spells to see if she could undo it and track down her friends. While her methods would prove useful, nothing can break another's witch spell, unless they share a lineage. Or...
Celia locked herself in her room, declining three calls from Dylan and Keith, ignoring Lydia and ghosting poor, happy Cooper. She had to focus. Once, a long time ago, the siphoner promised to herself she won't ever use her magic again. The latest months forced her hands into practice. She was rusty, but managed to cast small charms when needed.
Her coven, nicknamed The Coven of Hell or Hell's Coven thanks to its roots, was a special one. Led by Lilith's blood and blessed by her dark, evil, fallen husband, the witches in question could do many things forbiden to other. Breaking spells, regardless of their conection to the witch that cast them, was one of those things. Possibly the most innocent of them all, Celia realized with a shudder.
Muscles burned inside the small body, fighting off the power that loomed over them. Blood boiled in attempts to regain control over her own limbs. Her mind, aware of everything, yet as useless as a sweater in summer, begin to cry pathetically and sent signals of self pitty and sorrow to the heavy heart.
The eleven years old looked at each other with teary eyes, speaking what their mouths couldn't. A knot of panic, sadness and anticipation for the worst blocked their vocal chords, but a bit of hope lingered foolishly inside Celia's being.
It was soon and effortlessly crushed, of course, when most of the coven's warlocks and sorcerers joined her father in the frightening incantation. Her body wasn't hers anymore, but belonged to crazy people circling her and her sister, Charlotte. If she wanted to move, she couldn't. Wishing to stop had the same result. The words, chanted loud and clear, bid her to the will of the coven, that now controlled her magic, her phisic and her speed.
The siphoner had to remember how to undo a spell done by an unknown witch. And she had to figure it out soon, by the looks of it. Appearantly Damon tried to save Elena all by himself and is still missing, probably making the whole situation harder than it should be.
When sun peeked shyly over the houses roofs, creeping in Celia's room with soft rays of honey and gold and the sky coloured in pale blue, pastel pink and morning orange lightened up the whole town, the girl sketched a victory smile. She managed to feel confident about her practice, enough so as to perfom the spell needed and undo the cloacking charm to reveal where Klaus was keeping Elena, Alaric and – lately – Damon. All she lacked now would be a good sourse of magic to siphon without being caught by Stefan, Jeremy, Bonnie or anyone else.
"I am not impressed. Just saying... the guy has mad acting skills if he could easily pretend to be Ric and fool us all. Especially since Alaric and Klaus never met before..." Celia praised the cold blooded killer in front of her friends. They gathered at the Salvatore house to plan their next move to save Elena from a terrible faith by the end of the week. And the youngest doppleganger helpfully offered intels on how Klaus managed to succesfully take her whitout a pointless fight, while she was literally in the midst of her friends.
"You sound impressed," Damon taunted, a hint of warning sneaking in his tone as he poured himself a glass of bourbon and let the stinging liquid down his throat in one move.
"Cut her some slack, Damon. You can't exaclty be mad at anyone right now." Stefan chastied his brother.
Before more drama could occur, Caroline asked "Now what?" on the most demanding tone she saved for bossing cheerleaders or decoration commitees around and organizing stuff.
"We should talk to Elijah."
The strange suggestion came from Jeremy. Celia wholeheartedly agreed, Elena as well. Stefan gave in eventually and Caroline kept her opinion to herself, not going against them as she knew it could be their best shot, even though she hated the idea.
Damon whatsoever was more difficult to convince. And after the last time he and Elijah saw each other, it could be difficult to make the original vampire work with him too. But no one had a better plan. So, they called a meeting with the noble vampire.
"A what?" Damon asked in fake confusion. Elena and Stefan took him to the Grill, where the suited original waited for them. Since it was Damon that rudely excluded Elijah from their group, and staked him weeks prior, not to mention daggering him and locking him up in his basement (no kink intended), it was only normal that the older vampire demanded something in order to clear things between them.
"An apology," the man calmly repeated. If you think about it, it's a small price. But Damon's pride and reputation agreed not. The Salvatore brother with dark hair, dark blue eyes and thick, black eyebrows laughed mockingly, much to his companions horror and disbelief.
Eventually, Elijah got what he wanted and was led to the Salvatore house to build a solid plan to defeat his brother. Few days after that, the Mystic Falls gang was about to see if it worked.
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