THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
S02:E15
C H A P T E R E I G H T:
Dagger Dessert.

Anastasiya picked up her ringing cellphone from the desk in her room, answering the call with a playful roll of her emerald-green eyes, "Hello, Damon. Do you know what happens to the cells in-"

"No," Damon deadpanned. "Would you like to come to dinner?"

Anastasiya put her pencil down and furrowed her eyebrows, speaking slowly, "You want me to come to dinner with just you at home, why?"

"Who said I'd be alone?" Damon countered and Anastasiya could almost hear his smirk through the phone.

"Is this a fancy dinner?" she questioned, glancing over toward her closet to see what to wear.

"If you want it to be," Damon teased, his voice flirtatious flowing through the phone.

"Why am I coming again?" Anastasiya questioned, glancing back down at her science project.

"So, you're coming-" Damon tricked, smirking to himself.

"No, Da-"

"Great! Please head over as soon as I text you."

"Damon," Anastasiya grumbled in protest, but he quickly ended the call. She sighed, placing her phone down and glancing once more at her science project. Standing from her chair, she slowly pulled herself to the closet.

Deciding on something in the middle of casual and dressy, Anastasiya pulled a white and green striped, flowy pants and a black turtleneck shirt. She pealed her other clothes off, sloping on the silky pants and then then shirt, tucking in the bottom. She slipped on some black, thick heals and went out of her room to let her mother know where she'd be off to.

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Stepping out of her glossy, black jeep, Anastasiya noticed a familiar man turn around at the sound of her car door closing. He stood at the door of the Salvatore home with a small smile. She furrowed her brows and questioned, "Damon invited you?"

Elijah nodded, his face turned back to stone, "You didn't know..." He had said it as more of a statement than a question, wondering if the eldest Salvatore was scheming something.

"No..." Anastasiya came to the same realization Elijah had as she stepped up next to him. "You should-" The door swung open, revealing Damon Salvatore, who had listened to the small interaction, smirking.

"Good evening," Elijah greeted Damon calmly. He glanced over at Anastasiya, who had a resting face of content. They both knew Elijah couldn't die so easily.

"Thank you for coming," Damon greeted almost too nicely, gesturing into his home, "Please, come in."

"Just one moment," Elijah started, before entering the house with Anastasiya and Damon,
"Can I just say that if you have less than honorable intentions about how this evening is going to proceed, I suggest you reconsider." His voice was threateningly calm, but it didn't strike fear in Damon.

"No, nothing, nothing dishonorable. Just getting to know you," Damon stated, walking further into his home as Elijah stepped in and closed the door.

"Hmm..." Elijah hummed, looking around, "Well, that's good.-" he lowered his voice and let his eyes pierce Damon's soul "-Because, you know, although Elena and I have this deal, if you so much as make a move to cross me, I'll kill you and I'll kill everyone in this house other than-" he nodded his head at Anastasiya, who was picking up a photo of Stefan in a frame, "Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Damon muttered.

Anastasiya walked into the dining room, giving Alaric a questioning look. He shrugged, not knowing anything. She then shot an annoyed glare toward John. "You invited John?"

"It's a long and complicated story," Damon told her, patting her shoulder and putting his hand softly on the small of her back. As the Salvatore guided Anastasiya to her designated chair, Elijah glared.

"Is it really, or are you lazy?" she questioned, looking over at Damon's close face. They were just inches from touching noses, and Anastasiya was bothered by the fact. Damon rolled his eyes and stepped away, pulling out her chair and motioning for her to sit. He sat her to the right of John, probably because of her previous comment. Anastasiya smiled sarcastically at John as she sat down and Damon moved her chair in. John waved with a small, knowing smile.

Elijah had waited until the Salvatore stopped interacting with Anastasiya to move toward Jenna. "Jenna," he smiled, "Wonderful to see you again. How are you?"

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"I hate to break it to you, Damon," Jenna started, an apologetic smile on her face, "but according to Elijah, your family is not a founder of this town."

Damon turned his attention toward Elijah, acting intrigued, "Hmm... Do tell."

Elijah explained with a small smirk, "Well, as I mentioned to Jenna earlier, a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trials in the 1690s. Over the next hundred years they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution."

Jenna, in a mesmerized daze, added, "Hmm, because they were witches."

Andie, Damon's girlfriend, spoke up, "Yeah, but there's no tangible proof there were witches in Salem."

"Andie's a journalist. Big on facts," Damon told Elijah, smiling sardonically.

"Well, the lore says that there was this wave of anti-witch hysteria. It broke out in the neighboring settlement, so these witches were rounded up. They were tied to stakes in a field together and-" he awkwardly added, "-uh, burned. Some say you could hear the screams from miles around us. They were consumed by the fire-" Elijah stopped his explanation, looking at the different facial expressions of the table, and then he began to ask, "Could you pass the..."

"I wouldn't repeat this to the Historical Society," Jenna cautiously told him, as if warning.

John rolled his eyes and stated, "It's staring to sound like a ghost story to me."

Damon looked suspiciously at Elijah, quizzing, "So, why do you want to know the location of these alleged massacres?"

Anastasiya pleaded, suffocating in the tension, "Lay off the man, he just got into town. He's curious."

"You would know that better than anyone, Ana," Damon joked, leaning back and motioning for Elijah to answer.

"You know..." Elijah formulated a lie, "as she said, a healthy historian's curiosity, of course."

"Of course." Damon's eyes squinted and his mouth set itself in a line. Elijah smiled cautiously at the Salvatore.

~
Anastasiya excused herself from the chatty girls, who were mainly talking about Elijah, making her way into the empty parlor of the Salvatore home, sitting on the stairs. She sighed, calling the other Salvatore, hoping that it wasn't a bad time to call. Stefan answered with a nice, "Hey."

"Stefan, I'll kill you if you don't tell me what's going on. In fact, I know all of your weaknesses. I could find your journals and uncover more," Anastasiya threatened, her seething voice contrasting with his sweet one, "Elijah and Damon are in a room, alone, and I want to know why."

Stefan hesitantly spoke, "I'm not sure what he's planning, but he invited Elijah over with Jenna. Don't you think Alaric wouldn't allow Jenna to be in the same house as they kill Elijah?"

Anastasiya rolled her eyes at the teenage vampire and warned, Stefan..."

"Maybe he wants to test Elijah, see if he's on our side-"

"He's on our side," she growled at him, causing Stefan to take a moment and think of ways to calm her nerves. "Look, if something happens and I find out you knew, you're dead, Salvatore. Dead."

Ending the call, she made her way back into the dining room, passing Alaric on the way in. Everyone was back and Anastasiya took a moment to look around the room
with furrowed brows. She walked back into the room with Damon and Alaric, glancing at them.

"Wh-"

"Dessert!" Damon cheered halfheartedly, interrupting the girl. Anastasiya nodded slowly at the Salvatore and went back in, sitting in her previous seat next to John. She looked over toward Elijah, the two having a mental conversation through eye contact and facial expressions. Neither knew what the Salvatore had in store.

reentering the room, the eldest Salvatore glared at John, who cocked his wad in question as to why.
"Elijah, did John tell you he's Elena's uncle-slash-father?" Damon questioned, stirring the pot once more.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that," Elijah looked up from the table at Damon, wondering why he was informing this. John blinked, his mouth staying open after he scoffed quietly.

"Of course," Damon trailed, sitting in his dining chair and continuing, "she hates him, so there's absolutely no need to keep him-" he looked toward John, who clenched his jaw in disbelief, "on the endangered species list."

Anastasiya nodded as Elijah glanced questionably at her, telling, "It's true. No one likes John other than himself." John gave individual glares toward the two, who smiled sarcastically.

"No," Andie looked around everyone at Alaric, "Ric, it's in the front pocket. On the... you know what?" She stood, placing her napkin on the table. "Excuse me, guys. Sorry." Andie walked out of the room and toward Alaric and her bag.

John continued the conversation, his expression void of emotion, "What I'd like to know, Elijah, is how do you intend-" he looked from Damon over to Elijah, who wasn't looking either in the eyes "-on killing Klaus?" The original glanced over at Anastasiya, who sat back, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

"That's your game, huh?" she questioned, hurt filling her stern voice and utter disgust filling her face. "You-" she pointed daringly at him, "unloyal-" Elijah's mouth opened in shock, Anastasiya knowing that was the best insult to effect him.

"Gentlemen, Lady," he cleared his throat, regaining his composure and down casting his eyes, "there's a few things we should probably get clear right now." His voice was low, and almost threatening. He pointed his fork toward Damon, looking over at the vampire, who squinted at him, "I allow you to live solely to keep an eye on Elena." Then, he looked back down at the table, twirling the fork in his hand, "allow Elena to remain in her house living her life with her friends as she does as a courtesy. If you become a liability," He lifted his face and looked Damon up and down, "I'll take her away from you and you'll never see her again." Damon looked down, clenching his jaw and thinking over his decision to kill Elijah. Of course, Damon knew he couldn't do it and Anastasiya wouldn't do it. His only hope was Alaric, who didn't even know of the plan until a few minutes ago. Damon's eyes slowly met the emerald green once across the table, she pursed her lips and tilted her head at him in question, her eyebrows knitting together for a moment.

Andie came back into the room with her notebook, sitting down at the table and announcing, "Okay. My first question is when you got here to Mystic-" Elijah lets out a pained scream, scaring Andie and causing Anastasiya to stand along with Damon and John.

"Elijah!" she sobbed out, watching as he died in front of her again. His skin began to turn grey as he grunted. John glanced wearily around the room, eyes landing on the saddened and angered Anastasiya, who was watching as Elijah took his last breath, looking down at the dagger. As she went to glare up at Alaric, he pulled the dagger out and set it atop the table.

Anastasiya sighed out, "Well, glad that's over. Y'know, it's very hard to pretend to like someone that much." Her face showed no emotion as she stared down at the original. Everyone in the room gave her questioning glances. "What?" she looked up at them. "Did you think I cared for him? I barely even remember him." Everyone slowly looked away from her and down at Elijah.

"Now, get rid of him before Jenna comes back with dessert," Alaric threatens Damon, looking coldly into his eyes. The Salvatore's eyes were still wide, wondering why it had been that easy the whole time.

"All right," Damon breathed out, almost inaudible, his quizzical look never leaving his face.

~

"Oh," Anastasiya smirked, holding her phone with one hand and driving with the other, "Hello, Stefan. Do you remember what I said?"

"I do," Stefan simply said, bored.

"Well, I'll wait to follow through when the three, or four, of you fix your mistakes and have another go," she promised, pulling up to her house and turning the car off. She sat in the driveway, staring foreword. "I'm glad Damon invited me, though."

"Why wait?" Stefan wondered, thinking over what could've been a mistake that would cause the plan to go wrong.

"I suspect you'll have a visitor, Stef, stay inside tonight."

The call was ended, and Anastasiya stepped out of her jeep. She locked it, and headed toward her house, but stopped at the bottom of her porch when a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Anastasiya," Katherine called, causing the platinum blonde to frown questionably at the vampire. "Compulsion wears off after they're killed, even temporarily. Care to lend me some clothes?" The mentioned girl rolled her eyes and walked up the porch steps.

She sighed, "Please, come in."

~

Katherine quickly picked an outfit and exited the closet with the clothes hung on her arm. "I'll take a shower at the Salvatores." She winked, turning to leave the room.

"Katherine," Anastasiya called, watching as the doppelgänger turned toward her, "Do you know how i died? I haven't gotten the chance to ask Elijah, yet."

Katherine smirked, teasing, "I didn't think you would play a part in Elijah's short death."

"Didn't know," Anastasiya replied in annoyance, her face blank.

Katherine nodded, and then wondered, "Is your family Bulgarian, or do you just spell your name with a 'y' for fun?"

"It's a family name," Anastasiya nodded. "On my mother's side, many members live in Bulgaria."

"Hmm," the vampire hummed, hanging out in the doorway. "What's your mother's surname?"

She licked her lips and furrowed her eyebrows at Katherine, but then came up blank, "Not sure..." Katherine's smirk widened into a smile and she sped from the room, leaving a confused Anastasiya on her bed. The mention of family and family names made Anastasiya think of her brother, who was away at college in New York. She glanced at the time, which wasn't too late, and decided to call him.

"Hey, Stas! What's up?" he greeted cheerfully when he answered, smiling at the spontaneous call.

"Atanas!" she squeaked, missing her brother's company. "I just wanted to call and see how you were."

"Really?" he laughed, "I'm glad you called. Today was long, kinda boring. What about your day?"

"It was..." she sighed, "I ate dinner at the Salvatores, remember when I mentioned them?" he agreed, vaguely recalling the past conversation. "Yeah, it was strange. John Gilbert was there, and Elena's aunt Jenna, but no Elena. I'm not really sure why Damon has invited me at all..." she trailed off, practically talking through her thoughts and not at her brother, "Maybe to gloat, but... ugh, who knows." Atanas shook his head, smiling at the girl's words. "I don't know. I'm tired, it's late. Just wanted to call and check up on you, make sure you didn't get kidnapped by spider-man's enemies or something."

Atanas laughed loudly, which caused his roommate to yell in the background of the call. "Yeah, I gotta go. I should be visiting soon, though!"

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A/N
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thanks for 500+ reads!!
haha i'm a lil tired but wanted to get this completed for you guys :)