LIBEROSIS:
o. the eighth chapter !
' school spirit '

Elena and the rest of the gang huddled around in the small history classroom that belonged to Alaric. Elena was even more on edge since she found out little miss Ingrid was still lingering around with Stefan.

"Wait so that girl who walked into the classroom was actually Ingrid Mikaelson?" Alaric questioned Elena with awe.

"Yes, it was actually her, which is even a greater reason why we need to get Stefan back!" Elena exclaims.

"Wow I thought she was a myth. I mean this girl is a living legend among the supernatural world." Alaric stars. "She's the wickedest of the wickedest I'm surprised she hasn't done anything yet."

"She won't do anything because Stefan is here. Trust me if we do something to Stefan all of our heads are off." Damon mutters.

"Stefan? What do you mean Stefan?" Alaric asks with curiosity.

"I guess the two used to be together back in the 20s. Apparently they were soulmates according to Rebekah." Damon replies.

"Okay,enough about them! That was in the past lets talk about the present." Elena shrieks. "I'll lure Stefan away from the bonfire tonight. Then while he's distracted..."

"I'll shoot him." Alaric chimes in.

"Can't Bonnie just ju-ju him or something?" Damon suggests.

"I'm trying to keep Bonnie out of this. I don't trust that Stefan won't hurt her. Caroline, are you covered?" Elena spoke.

"Yes! I will make sure that the old Forbes jail cell is prepped and ready." Caroline confirmed.

"We're forgetting a key player here. Ingrid? Wherever Stefan goes, the blonde devil tends to follow." Damon huffed.

"Which is why it's your job to keep her away." Elena stated with an annoyed tone.

"How?! She's an Original. Last time I checked, we're out of daggers." Damon whines.

"So then preoccupy her with your charm." Elena suggests.

"Better off finding the dagger." Alaric snickers causing Damon to roll his eyes.

Meanwhile Ingrid and Stefan are already enjoying the campfire outside. The two sipped on their beer while eyeing who would be their next victim.

"You know this isn't any fun. I swear the parties now a days are absolutely terrible." Ingrid huffs. "I mean back in the 20s they were amazing. People actually knew how to have fun."

"You should have seen the parties in the 50s you would have loved it." Stefan chuckled.

"Can we go do something other than stand here and drink. I need a little bit more excitement." Ingrid groans.

"Excuse me." A voice stays from out of no where.

"Well well isn't it my favorite brunette." Ingrid smirks.

"I wish I could say you're my favorite blonde, but you're actually far from that actually." She snickered, pouring herself a drink.

"Ouch, that hurt sweetheart." Ingrid says sarcastically.

"Elena, what are you doing?" Stefan questioned, sounding a bit concerned.

"I'm having fun, Stefan. Do you have a problem with that?" She questions raising an eyebrow. Not wanting to wait for his response she chugs the whole cup of beer.

"All right, take it easy. We both know you're kind of a lightweight." Stefan suggests with s worried tone.

Ingrid shoots Elena a deathly glare and looks back at Stefan knowing something was up. She knew that Stefan told her that Elena meet nothing to him, but she was beginning to have second thoughts.

"Uh-huh. Really? You think I'm going to let a blood addict tell me how to drink?" She questions with a mocking tone, before walking away.

"I'm bored, so if your just gonna hover over Elena I'm going to go do something." Ingrid retorts.

"Come find me when you wanna have some actual fun!" Ingrid shouts out, before strutting away into the crowd of teenagers.

"You, come with me." Ingrid demands grabbing the boy by his collar.

"Dude, what the hel-" The boy starts to yell once they stopped in the woods, but his eyes widen once he realizes it was a girl.

"Oh, hello I'm Mark and what's your name, beautiful?" He smirks.

"Shut up and be quiet." Ingrid scoffs before grabbing his neck and butting into it.

Just as she started sucking the blood that she had long waited for someone grabs her shoulder and pulls her off.

"What the hell! You can't do that kind of stuff here!" Damon exclaims.

"Forget that this happened and go home and wash up. You got black out drunk and don't know what happened to your neck." Damon compelled the boy.

"What the hell! I'm hungry." Ingrid shrieks.

"Listen doll face-"

"Call me that and I'll rip your throat out and display it on my wall of victims." Ingrid hisses.

"You are so impulsive but I'm kinda digging it." Damon smirks. "Anyways, you can't be doing that here anyone can walk in on you!"

"If you haven't notice I kinda do whatever I want." Ingrid spat.

"Listen, I know you wanna have a good time so that's why I came to find you." Damon confessed.

"What are you proposing?" Ingrid says intrigued.

"Lets move this party back in the open and have some fun. Come on someone has to get this party started." Damon suggests.

Ingrid walks over to Damon their faces only a couple inches apart. She puts her finger on his chest and looks up at him with her green mischievous eyes.

"Fine, but if you or your little group of friends pull anything trust me I will bring hell on earth for all of you. I sense something is up and trust me you don't wanna mess with me." Ingrid spats.

"Deal, now lets get this party started." Damon smirks even though he was sweating from the inside.

The two vampires hurried to the group of teenagers, finding that they were doing keg stands. Ingrid only grins before pushing g through the rowdy teenagers. She pushes the perks on aside and with ease pushes her self up onto the keg and logs the rest of her body in the air, only leaving her hands on the keg.

Everyone in the crowd changed and cheered for this new girl who was clearly out drinking all of the guys. Once she had finished she wiped her mouth with a victorious smile causing the crowd to erupt in even more cheers. Damon congratulates her causing the two to erupt in laughter.

"What's that look?" Stefan questions Elena as they watch Ingrid and Damon in the distance.

"What look?" Elena shoots back in annoyance.

"My brothers got his flirt on, and you're jealous." Stefan stated.

"I'm not jealous." Elena scoffs.

"It's all right. Be jealous by all means. I'm sure Damon will be thrilled." Stefan confesses.

"I'm not jealous, Stefan. What about you? I'm sure your blood is boiling at the sight of Ingrid with another guy." Elena shot back.

"Jealousy isn't my thing, Elena." Stefan mutters.

"Whatever I'm out of here." She mumbles before venturing off into the woods.

In the distance Ingrid and Damon got tired of dancing and drinking so they decided to do some old fashion smore cooking.

"I can't believe you haven't had one of these before." Damon says with disbelief.

"I've been in a casket for over ninety years. How do expect me to have had this marshmallow sand which thing." Ingrid huffs.

"That's no excuse." Damon spoke, toasting his marshmallow.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I stabbed you earlier today somethings up." Ingrid spoke with a serious tone.

"Nothing's up I'm just trying to be nice to my brother's soulmate. We are going to siblings in law one day aren't we?" Damon snickers.

"Damon, I've been around a lot longer than you have. Why are you distracting me?" Ingrid questions, getting up from her sitting position.

"What do you mean?" Damon says with a straight face, trying not to blow his cover.

"It's not good to lie, Damon. Especially to me." Ingrid seethes before jabbing her wooden stick into his stomach.

Ingrid wipes luscious blonde locks out of her face, bride stepping over Damon's groaning body. She walks away determined to find out was going on with the stupid little gang of Mystic Falls.

"Elena, get down are you five?" Stefan groans, watching Elena twiddle around on the bleachers.

"Why? Are you afraid that I'm going to..." Elena starts and pretends she's gonna fall but catches herself.

"Oh. Ha. That was close. Klaus would not be happy with you." The drunk brunette snorts out.

"You're hilarious." Stefan scoffs.

Elena begins laughing, pretending to fall if the rail until she finally did. The brunette begins to fall letting out a frightened scream. Just as she's about to hit the ground she suddenly feels two warms arms catching her.

"I knew you'd catch me." Elena breaths out.

"Well wasn't that the little show." A voice calls out from a distance.

Stefan instantly drops Elena once he realizes that voice came from the devil herself. Before Stefan could even respond he feels two sharp pains in his back. He instantly falls to the ground unconscious.

Ingrid snaps her head towards where the daggers came from and sees the history teacher from earlier holding a cross bow.

"You little bi-" I cried starts out but let's out a loud shriek.

She looks down to her stomach to find one of the daggers lodged into her stomach. Before she could react, her eyes roll back and she falls straight to the ground letting darkness surround her.

"Why would you do that?!" Elena shrieks.

"Trust me, Elena, she was going to kill you if I didn't shoot her." Alaric replies putting his crossbow away.

"What do you think she's gonna do once she wakes up?! She's gonna kill all of us you idiot!" Elena exclaims.

"We are so screwed.." Was the only thing the brunette could think.