「 . 𖦹˙-⋆ 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 」
⤿𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘋𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘌𝘙🪦 ˖ ࣪. ࿐
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 ┆𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰
❪ ﹆ ━ 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ ❫

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 Elena's cell phone ringing throughout the bedroom belonging to Caroline, causing the four very hungover girls to groan loudly.

"Go away!" Caroline and Anastasia whine, the blonde haired vampire pushing Elena out of the small bed.

Elena lands on the floor, looking up angrily as the two girls that curled into one another, before she crawls towards the dresser, reaching up and grabbing her phone. "Hello?"

"Shh!"

"Elena!"

"Go somewhere else!"

彡☆

ANDIE STAR CHECKS her watch, putting on her jacket as she walks down the stairs with Damon following behind her, scarf in his hand.

"I'm Late." Andie tells the vampire. "This is such a crazy day. I'm, uh, covering the Historical Society's High Tea."

"Ooh! Thrilling!" Damon sarcastically waves the scarf around as they both walk down the main hallway leading to the front door.

"Yeah. It's for some visiting writer. He's writing a book on small-town Virginia. It's a big snooze." Andie tells him.

"Writer? What's his name?" Questioned Damon.

"Uh, Elijah Smith.

"Smith? He's using Smith?" Damon asks himself more than her.

Andie looks at herself, yet again, in a different mirror as Damon places the scarf around her neck and ties it.

"Okay. You have your story straight in your mind, right?" Damon asked her.

"I can't say that you bit me or drank my blood, just that we hit it of and I really like you." Andie recites back to him, "You are terrific, though. You're sweet, funny, you're honest, you're a great father."

Damon smiles, placing his hands on either side of her head to compel him, "And you're falling hard."

"You might be the one."

"Perfect." He opens the front door for Andie, Alaric standing on the front porch just about to knock on the door, "Have a great day, honey."

"Oh. Hey, Alaric. Later."

Damon waves goodbye to Andie as Alaric stands to move in front of him, "My new girlfriend. Andie Star, action news."

"It's not called action news." Alaric tells him.

"I know, I just like saying it. Come on." Damon closes the front door behind Alaric after he walks inside the house, leading him towards the parlor, "So, John Gilbert gave me this to kill Elijah."

He unrolls a dagger from its protective cloth.

"Said you have to dip the dagger in the remains of an old white ash tree that dates back to the Originals, if there's any truth to that." Damon hands the dagger over to Alaric.

"So you think that it's a setup?"

"It could be. Guy's a weasel. Wouldn't put anything past him." Damon turns around and heads towards the bar. "What are you up to today, Mr. Saltzman?"

Alaric stands up and walks over to Damon, "Well, Jenna and I were supposed to go to her family's lake house, but somehow, we both got roped into doing this Historical Society thing at the Lockwood's."

"Where Elijah's the guest of honor."

"Tell me you're not gonna kill him at the tea party." Alaric gives him a look.

"No. That would be stupid. I want to know his endgame before I kill him, but I do think it's time Elijah and I officially met." Damon taps Alaric with the dagger, "One more thing, we don't tell my daughter that we have this."

彡☆

"THERE SHE IS!" Damon grinned as his daughter and her boyfriend walked into the Salvatore house, "Go upstairs, dress nice. We have a historical tea to get to."

Anastasia looked at her father in disbelief, shaking her head, "No. I have plan with Jeremy." She jesters to her boyfriend.

"This is more important that your human blood bag." Damon gives her a sarcastic smile.

"Hey, it's fine." Jeremy grabs his girlfriend's elbow, pulling her into him. "We can rain check for later tonight. But I'm gonna have to have a way back home, you drove me here."

Anastasia rolls her eyes at her boyfriend, pulling her keys out of her back pocket and handing them to Jeremy, "Get the hell out of here."

Jeremy grinned, leaning down to kiss her, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

彡☆

"I CAN'T BELIEVE you dragged me to this." Anastasia huffed as she followed her dad into Tyler's house.

"Oh, suck it up." Damon chuckled as Jenna walks up to them.

"Damon, what are you doing here?" Jenna asks him.

Andie suddenly walks up to the three, notepad in hand, "Hi. You came."

"Hi." Damon smiles.

"Hi."

Damon gives Andie a peck on the lips, gaining to different reactions from Jenna and Anastasia. Jenna looks between the two in surprise while Anastasia pretends to gag.

"Thanks for introducing us, Jenna." Damon grabs his daughter's elbow, pulling her over to where Carol and Elijah stood.

"Damon." Carol greets the vampire, "Anastasia, Tyler isn't here, honey."

Anastasia gives her a false smile, "Yeah, I know. I was forced here against my will. Apparently, dad is no longer a big boy and needs his daughter to look after him. Old age, you know?"

"Elijah, I want you to meet Damon Salvatore and his lovely daughter, Anastasia. Their family is one of Mystic Falls' founding families."

"Mm-hmm." Damon looks over at Elijah, "Such a pleasure to meet you."

"No. Pleasure's mine." Elijah says and the two shake hands, "Anastasia, sweetheart, nice to see you again."

"Oh," Carol looks between the two of them, "You two have met already?"

"We met the other night at Elena's." Anastasia smiles at the Lockwood woman.

"She's a lovely young woman." Elijah grinned, "Feels like I've known her for over a hundred years."

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"HEY! DON'T MAN handle me!" Anastasia tells her father as he pushed her into the study of the Lockwood's, Elijah following behind the two of them.

"What can I do for you, Damon?" Elijah asks.

"I was hoping we could have a word." Damon tells him.

"Again, I was pulling in her against my will." Anastasia gives both men a sarcastic smile.

"You. Sit." Damon snaps his fingers, pointing towards the couch in the study.

"Excuse you? Do I look like a fucking dog to you?" She turns to her father with a raised eyebrow.

"Where's Elena?" Elijah asked.

"Safe with Stefan." Damon tells him, causing Anastasia to roll her eyes at her father, "They're laying low, you know, bit of a werewolf problem."

"Oh, yeah,I heard about that."

"I'm sure you did since it was your witch that saved the day." Damon said.

"I believe it was your daughter also." Elijah sends him a sarcastic smile, wanting nothing more than to rip the Salvatore male's heart out for hurting his daughter all of those years ago. "You're welcome."

Damon sits down on the desk, "Which adds to my confusion on exactly why you're here."

"Why don't you just stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me." Elijah tells him moving to leave the room, but Damon speeds in front of him, blocking the way out.

"Not good enough." Damon tells him.

Elijah grabs Damon by the throat, speeding him into a wall. Damon, in retaliation, grabs the original by the throat.

"Mm, shouldn't have done that." Anastasia shakes her head at her father.

Elijah grabs Damon's hand, easily pulling it off of his neck, making sure to crush Damon's hand as he does do.

"You young vampires, so arrogant." He drops Damon's hand, but keeps a hold of his throat. "How dare you come in here and challenge me?"

"You can't kill me, man." Damon tells him, "It's not part of the deal."

"Silence." Elijah reaches behind him and grabs the pencil from the desk, stabbing it into the side of Damon's jugular. He then pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the blood off of his hand. "I'm an Original. Show a little respect. The moment you cease to be of use to me, you're dead, so you should do what I say. Keep Elena Safe.

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"TODAY WAS A BUST." Damon tells Alaric as the two sat in the parlor, both of them drinking a glass of Bourbon.

Anastasia having left to see Matt at the Grill before she went off to find her boyfriend to spend time with him before coming home.

"Yeah. How's the throat?" Alaric asked him.

"Sore."

"Yeah. That Elijah's one scary dude, but with nice hair. Hey. You want another one?" Alaric gets up from the couch and Damon hands him the glass in his hands before the history teacher walks over to the bar.

"He's gonna be hard to kill." Damon tells him.

"Yeah, I'd think twice before I'd trust that dagger and some ashes to do the job." Alaric pours more bourbon into both glasses, "You're gonna need more info."

"I'm out of sources." Damon tells him, "I'm not asking my daughter and having her hate me because she knows the guy."

"What's up with you and this news chick?" Alaric changes the subject.

"Oooh. She's got spunk, huh?" Damon takes that glass back from his hands as Alaric sits back down on the couch.

"Just don't kill her, please."

"If I did, who would report her death?"

"Just don't do it, alright?" Alaric said, "She's friends with Jenna, and it's bad enough that I'm lying to her about everything else. I hate the lies." He takes his phone out of his pocket to check the time, "Oh, God. I gotta go. I gotta pick Jenna up. "Don't worry, I'll, uh, show myself out."

Damon places his hands on the back of his head, closing his eyes, "Good luck."

Alaric walks out of the library as Damon stays in his relaxed position until he hears a loud crash from the hallway.

His eyes fly open and he walks out of the library and into the hallway where he sees Alaric standing with a large kitchen knife plunged into his stomach.

Alaric looks at Damon as he clutches at the knife and groans as he falls to the floor. Suddenly, fro the rafters of the ceiling, Stevie drops down with wolf-speed.

Both Damon and the werewolf fight, both with supernatural strength before Stevie stabs Damon in the neck with a syringe full of vervain.

Damon grunts in pain but he's not completely affected by the vervain, and speeds around the room, crashing Stevie into several walls in the home.

Finally, Damon weakens and falls to the floor, giving Stevie the time to pull the syringe from the vampire's neck and stands up.

"Whew! Damn, you're strong." Stevie tells him, "It took the whole syringe."

Two more werewolves walk through the front door, looking down at Alaric's dead body.

Damon, weak, but still awake, looks up from the floor.

"Grab that one." Stevie orders, "He's dead."

Jules walks into the Boarding house, a shotgun over her shoulder. "Hi, Damon. Nice to see you again."

彡☆

ALARIC'S BODY LIES on the floor of the parlor room while Damon has been chained to a chair with a wooden spiked metal collar around his neck.

Damon was less week, but he still couldn't move. He see's Alaric's body on the floor, and all he can seem to think about is that he was glad his daughter had left when she did, though he had no doubt in his mind that she would have been able to get out of the situation.

Spotting the Gilbert ring on the history teacher's finger, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth. Damon then turns his head to find Stevie standing next to him with two chains in his hands that were attached to the collar of Damon's spiked collar.

"Morning, Sunshine." Stevie greets him, walking in front of Damon, "I saw this in a movie once, some torture porn flick. Anyway, they had this collar device that was really cool, so I jut modified it some with some wooden nails, and when I pull....,"

Stevie pulls on the ends of the chains, the wooden spikes impaling further into his neck, causing the vampire to groan in pain.

Jules speaks up from her place in the corner, "So I hear you have the moonstone."

Damon laughs, "Oh, if only you knew the irony of this moment right now. Let me tell you how this is gonna go. You're gonna torture me, I don't talk, someone loses a heart. Last time, it was your boy Mason."

Jules walks closer to Damon, "This time, it'll be you."

彡☆

"YOU KNOW WHAT the great thing about buckshot is? It scatters through the body. Maximum damage." Jules leans against a shotgun. "Where's the moonstone?"

"Get over it, honey." Damon groans in pain. "You're never gonna get it."

"Looking for this?" Elijah, leaning against a banister, twirls the moonstone in his hand while everyone turns to look at him.

Elijah walks down the stairs and places the moonstone on an end table before backing away from it.

"Go ahead. Take it."

One of the werewolves uses his wolf speed to rush towards the moonstone, only to have Elijah plunge his hand into the wolf's chest and rip his heart from his body. The wolf falls to the ground, dead.

Two other wolves rush towards the Original vampire, but without any effort, they also end up with their hearts ripped from their bodies. Jules, not wanting to end up like the other two wolves, speeds out of the Salvatore house.

Elijah makes his way towards Stevie, who crouches down and pulls his jacket over his face in fear. Elijah pulls him up from the ground.

"What about you, sweetheart, hmm? You want to take a shot? Yes? No? Yes? Where's the girl?"

Damon looks around, "I don't know."

"It doesn't really matter." Elijah says before punching Stevie in the face, breaking his neck and dropping him to the ground. He then removes the chains strapping Damon down to the chair. "So you realize this is the third time I've saved your life now?"

Elijah turns around, grabs the moonstone and begins to walk out of the house before stopping.

"I didn't you for Elena, by the way." The Original tells Damon without even turning around to face him, "This time, I saved you for your daughter."

彡☆

"ANASTASIA." TYLER'S VOICE causes her to stop walking up the porch of her home, "Did you know?"

Anastasia steps down, looking at him in confusion. "Did - Did I know I about what?"

"That Damon and Stefan - Damon who's your dad - killed my Uncle Mason?" Tyler asked her, walking closer.

Anastasia's mouth drops open in shock, "What?"

"You didn't know." Tyler breathed out. "All this time, I thought that you knew. I wanted to hate you because I thought you knew my Uncle was dead."

"Ty, I swear, I didn't know they know killed Mason. Hell, I thought he was in Florida like you did." Her eyes travel down to the bags in his hand, "What - Where are you going?"

"I have to leave for a while. Get out of here, clear my head." He tells her, "But I promise I'll be back."

"Just - Just call me and let me know that you're safe, that you're still alive." Anastasia tells him as the two hug.

"I promise." Tyler whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead.