The Other Sister 2 (The Vampire Diaries): Chapter 14
Chapter 14: Trust
In the morning, I woke to the smell of pancakes and bacon and it put a huge smile on my face.
I got dressed and went downstairs and sure enough Damon had made chocolate chip pancakes. A fresh pot of coffee had just finished its brewing and Damon quickly handed me a cup of the good stuff.
“Morning,” he said, kissing me.
“Morning,” I replied, taking a sip.
Just then we heard a knock at the door.
“Must be Alaric,” Damon said. I heard him go to the door and open it and sure enough, it was Alaric.
They both walked into the kitchen.
“Tiana! Where have you been? It’s good to see you!” Alaric said.
I smiled and gave him a hug, “It’s good to see you too, Ric. I’ve been trying to figure some personal stuff out. Pancakes?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he replied. Alaric filled his plate and dug in, “So what’s this dagger thing you talked about?”
Damon brought it into the kitchen and opened it, picking up the dagger, “John Gilbert gave me this to kill Elijah. Said you had to dip the dagger in the remains of an old white ash tree that dates back to the Originals.”
“You think it’s a setup?”
“Well I was already thinking that until Tiana here told me basically that it was true,” Damon replied.
“The dagger will kill an Original, but if a vampire tries to do it, it will also kill the vampire. Sort of a failsafe per say; the killing of one’s own kind was thought as treasonous,” I said.
“Ah, so you want me to do it.”
“Probably,” Damon replied. I gave him a look, but he ignored it, “So what are you up to today, Mr. Saltzman?”
“Well, Jenna and I were supposed to go up to her family’s lake house but somehow we both got roped into doing this historical society thing at the Lockwoods.”
“Where Elijah is the guest of honor?” Damon asked, sounding interested.
“Tell me you’re not going to kill him at the tea party?”
“No, that would be stupid. I wanna know his endgame before I kill him. But I do think that it’s time we officially met,” Damon said, pointing the dagger at Alaric.
“Yeah, but you’ll probably be a dick to him when you do,” I added.
“Well, he’s always a dick,” Ric said with a shrug.s
Damon looked at Alaric, then back to me, but then shrugged.
“Sorry about the lake house. Stefan and Elena headed up there and I do believe that we’re going to join them as soon as possible,” Damon said.
Alaric shrugged again, “You guys have fun and I’ll see you at the stupid tea party. Thanks for the pancakes by the way.”
“Any time,” Damon said, showing him out.
In the mean time, Caroline, Bonnie, and Jeremy were cooking up a scheme to find out what Elijah was up to by asking Luka (one of the Witches/warlocks Elijah was using to help him). They were going to spell him into telling them. And when they did…they found out that Elena still had to die in the sacrifice…
Tyler also went back to the woods and found out that Jules, Brady, and the youngest werewolf Stevie were still here, along with a few others. Stevie was the one who discovered what Mason was doing here, trying to find the moonstone to break the curse of the Sun and Moon.
“Tyler, hi” Jules said.
“You’re still here,” Tyler said.
“Yeah, is that alright with you?”
“Christiana last night made it pretty clear you needed to go,” Tyler said.
“And we will, soon,” Jules said as Brady and Stevie came from the back of the camper, “Listen, we kind of need your help with something.”
“We need you to help us find the moonstone,” Brady said.
“Someone needs to explain to me what the big deal is about a rock,” Tyler said.
“That rock helps break the curse of the sun and moon,” Stevie said.
“I don’t know what that means,” Tyler said.
“It’s an old curse placed on both vampires and werewolves,” Jules said.
“Vampires break the curse, they’re free to walk around in the sunlight, but we’re stuck only turning on the full moon, aka werewolf Armageddon,” Stevie said.
“But if we break it, they’re stuck as night-walkers and we can turn whenever we want,” Brady said.
“Aka Werewolf domination,” Stevie added.
Tyler sighed and looked at the ground.
“Tyler, if we can turn at will that means we never have to turn at all, not if we don’t want to, “Jules said, trying to encourage him.
“I’d never have to turn again?”
“There’s more. Stevie?” Brady said.
Stevie began to explain, “If those vamps are gearing up to break the curse, they must have already found the doppelganger.”
“Evil twin, shadow person? We’re betting Mason’s hot vampire chick Kathy knows all about it. So we need you to help us find Kathy.”
Tyler looked a little skeptical and rolled his shoulders back as Stevie reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“I have picture. Mason brought her to the bar once. No one liked her. She was a vampire; bad news. Right here, the girl next to Mason,” Stevie said, showing him the picture on his phone.
“That’s Elena Gilbert.”
“You know her?” Jules asked.
“I’ve known her my whole life.”
We walked into the Lockwoods house and there were plenty of people there already. We said hi to Jenna and then I looked over and saw Elijah talking with Carol Lockwood. He looked at me and I looked at him, then he looked at Damon walking towards him. I looked away, though listened to the conversation to make sure Damon wasn’t too much of a dick.
“Damon,” Carol said, surprised he was there as she kissed his cheek.
“Carol, hi,” he said, doing the same.
“Hi. Elijah, I’d like you to meet Damon Salvatore. His family is one of Mystic Falls’ founding families,” Carol said.
“Such a pleasure to meet you,” Damon said, though sounding cynical.
“No, the pleasure is mine,” Elijah replied, shaking his hand.
“Tiana?” Jenna asked again, annoyed.
“What?” I replied, finally zoning back in, not even realizing Jenna had asked me something.
“I asked how you were doing? You’ve been pretty to yourself lately,” Jenna asked again.
“Yeah,” I said, putting my hand on my forehead quickly, “I haven’t been feeling well.”
I then noticed that Carol had left and that Damon wanted to talk to Elijah in private.
“Excuse me,” I said, quickly walking over to Ric.
John saw what was going on too and walked over and asked, “What’s Damon doing with Elijah?”
“How would I know?” Alaric replied.
“Because you’re his little helper,” John stated.
“If you say so, John,” Alaric replied with an annoyed tone.
“Does Jenna know about your extracurricular activities? Maybe it’s time we tell her,” he said, sounding sort of threatening, “I mean she can’t stay in the dark forever.”
“You’re a dick,” Alaric replied.
“I don’t think you should sleep over anymore; It’s inappropriate with children in the house. And that ring that Isobel gave you? That’s mine; I’m gonna want that back,” He said, walking away and slightly shoving me as he passed.
“Wow, really?” I said.
He ignored me and kept walking.
I looked at Ric and he shook his head and we didn’t even bother to say anything to each other; we both knew what we were thinking.
“I really should get in there before Damon makes a fool of himself,” I said.
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Against Damon’s better judgment, I don’t consider Elijah a threat. I know his endgame and I trust him.”
“Damon’s just being cautious. You know he’s not good at trusting people.”
“Ya, I know.”………..
“What can I do for you, Damon” Elijah asked.
“I was hoping we could have a word,” Damon replied.
“Where is Elena?”
“Safe with Stefan. Laying low, you know, bit of a werewolf problem.”
“Oh yeah, I heard about that. I heard Christiana saved the day and my witch didn’t need to do a thing at all.”
“Which adds to my confusion, exactly why are you here?” Damon asked.
“I want you to stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me,” he said, turning to go.
Damon was quickly right in front of the door, “Not good enough.”
Elijah wasn’t going to take this bullshit and quickly grabbed Damon’s throat and then shoved him up against the opposite wall. Damon grabbed Elijah’s throat, but Elijah effortlessly took Damon’s hand away from his neck.
“You young vampires, so arrogant,” Elijah said, “How dare you come in here and challenge me.”
“Elijah, stop,” I said, bursting into the room, “forgive Damon’s arrogance and let him go, he didn’t mean anything by his actions; he’s only trying to protect the people he cares about.”
Elijah didn’t let him go, but turned his head to look at me for a moment before turning back to Damon, “I’m an original; show some respect. The moment you cease to be of use to me, you’re dead. So you should do what I say,” he said, finally releasing him, “Keep Elena safe.”
Elijah walked over to me, “I wish to speak with you, tonight, alone.”
I nodded and he left.
I looked back at Damon and rolled my eyes at him, “You’re lucky I got here when I did or he would’ve stabbed you with a pencil.”
Damon rolled his eyes, “I’ve had worse.”
“Not the point.”
“What is it with you two? Why does he want to see you tonight?”
I shrugged, “Beats me, but don’t worry I’ll be fine. Invite Alaric over for drinks or something; you can vent to each other all you want in my absence.”
“Well maybe I will,” he replied with a childish attitude.
“Good!” I replied in the same tone, then smiled.
Tyler had gotten Caroline’s phone, txted Elena and known where she was going, and then relayed that information to Brady and he and Tyler went to the lake while Jules took Stevie and a few others with her to have a talk with Damon to get the moonstone.
After Tyler and Brady attacked Stefan and Elena and Tyler found out the truth, that Elena had do die, he hated himself for what he had almost done.
I left the house after Alaric had shown up and went to meet Elijah. He had asked to speak with me at my studio, so that is where we met. It felt like ages since I had been in the gallery. I almost felt like I couldn’t handle it anymore and I knew that I might have to close it down and just offer my photography services as a freelancer, but I hoped for the best. Jeremy was the main person who kept it going, but I knew that I couldn’t expect him to help me out forever. But anyways…
“Your work is impressive,” Elijah said.
“Thank you. Now what is it you wanted to talk about?”
“It’s about the Salvatores. I feel that they will interfere with my plan.”
Suddenly I felt a strange pang of pain on my neck and I looked uncomfortable as I quickly rubbed it.
“What is it?” he asked, concerned.
“Nothing, I hope,” I replied, then got back on topic, “I can’t lie to you, they will try to interfere—they don’t trust you—and I am not sure I will be able to stop them.”
“What are their intentions?”
I sighed, “They might want to kill you.”
He chuckled, “Haven’t they tried already?”
“Yes, but they’ve been doing some more research. They know about the daggers and the white ash and have obtained both.”
His smile faded, “You wouldn’t be telling me this if you didn’t trust me, correct?”
“Correct. But I am also telling you because I have seen the future and nothing I do or say will keep them from trying to kill you. But I also know that if the dagger is taken out, you will come back, but they don’t know that. So what I am suggesting is that you let them think they’ve won, if only for a time. You have my word that I will bring you back. We need you— I need you— and I cannot hope to defeat Klaus without your help and guidance.”
He stared at me for a bit before saying something, “You want me to let them kill me.”
He smirked, not knowing if I was telling the truth, “There is only one way to find out if you’re telling the truth. Will you permit me to do it?”
“If you mean by compulsion, then I’m afraid I have vervain in my system.”
“I’m aware of that, but there is a way to bypass that. It is the end of the day; it is not fresh.”
“What are you suggesting?”
He was suddenly right in front of me, his eyes turned and fangs out, which I have say I wasn’t entirely expecting.
“It will hurt you if you drink it, wont it?”
“Yes, but I’m willing to endure the pain,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders.
I nodded and turned my head so that my neck was exposed and I felt his breath against it and soon his fangs.
He began to drink quickly, pulling away only once to choke away the vervain, then finished after what seemed like forever. He choked one more time and stood back, almost falling over as I sank against the wall, light-headed from the blood loss.
“I apologize,” he said, “I may have taken more than my share. Your blood is intoxicating.”
I put my hand on my neck, the blood oozing from the holes, not healing. Elijah coughed once more and came over to me and kneeled by my side.
“I’m sorry I cannot heal you at the moment,” he said, then looked right into my eyes and I saw them change, “Do I have your word that if the Salvatores have me killed, that you will revive me?”
“Yes,” I replied under his compulsion.
“And can I count on you to be on my side to help me kill Klaus?”
“Very good,” he said, letting go of my shoulder, “I think we’ve discussed all we need to. I’ll be in contact if I need your assistance.”
“Wait,” I said, suddenly feeling sharp pains all through my neck and yelled in pain.
He was right by my side in an instant, “It must be the imprint. Damon is in trouble.”
“It’s the fucking werewolves,” I said though pain-gritted teeth. “They’re at the boarding house.”
“Come,” he said, putting his arm around me and pulling me off the floor, “You need blood.”
At the boarding house, Jules and Stevie and a couple others had killed Alaric—so they thought—and chained Damon to a chair with a strange spiked collar that would dig wooden nails into his neck every time Stevie pulled on the chains attached to it, which he would do on occasion (Damon hadn’t even felt Elijah biting me because he had been unconscious, but that’s besides the point.)
Jules walked in with two other guys behind her and said, “So I hear you have the moonstone.”
Damon laughed, thinking of how he tortured Mason, “Oh, if you only knew the irony of this moment right now.” She got closer. “Let me tell you how this is going to go; you’re going to torture me, I don’t talk. Someone loses a heart. Last time it was your boy Mason.”
“This time it will be you,” she said and Stevie pulled in the chains once more, digging the nails into his neck once more. She then pulled out a shotgun and said, “You know what the great thing about buckshot is? It scatters through the body; maximum damage.” She lifted it and pointed it at him, “Where’s the moonstone?”
“You’re never going to get it,” Damon said.
“Looking for this?” came Elijah’s voice.
They all turned and saw him and myself standing in the doorway, Elijah holding the moonstone. Elijah then walked in the room a ways, set the moonstone on a book that was sitting on the desk, then walked backwards, inviting them to get it, “Go ahead, take it.”
One of the guys ran towards it, but Elijah was right there and simply took out his heart before he knew what hit him. The other two ran at him but he took them out at the same time and dropped their hearts on the floor like he did the first. Jules took this opportunity to bolt and Stevie kneeled on the floor and put his jacket over his head like a pathetic coward.
“What about you, sweetheart, wanna take a shot?”
Stevie shook his head.
“Yes? No?” Elijah asked, holding his collar, “Where’s the girl?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“It doesn’t really matter,” Elijah replied turning back to Stevie, letting go of his collar and hitting him so hard across the head with his arm that it broke his neck.
Elijah walked over to Damon and simply lifted and broke the chains right off of him.
“You realize this is the second time I’ve saved your life now?”
Damon didn’t reply and watched Elijah walk away.
“I believe I’m no longer needed,” he said to me.
“I could have taken them by myself, you know,” I replied.
He smiled, grabbed the moonstone, then left.
I helped Damon get out of the rest of the chains.
“Thanks, babe,” he said.
“Come on, let’s clean this place up.”
While Damon was cleaning up the living room and I was disposing the bodies, he got a call from Bonnie, explaining what she found out from Luka, that Elijah was planning on going through with the sacrifice; it was part of the plan to kill Klaus.
“So he planned to kill her all along,” Damon said, moving the chair off the bloodstained carpet.
“Yeah, the sacrifice is part of Elijah’s plan,” Bonnie replied.
“Got it, loud and clear,” Damon said, hanging up, not happy.
Alaric finally came around and after another lie on the phone with Jenna, which he hated to do, he left for home.
I came back in to help him with the carpet, but he seemed to be doing fine without me and he was just finishing up his conversation on the phone with Stefan. The look on his face wasn’t a good one.
“Bonnie called while you were gone. She found out after messing with that warlock dude that Elijah was always planning on going through with the sacrifice, so Elena was always going to die.”
I stared at him, not acting surprised, but not knowing what to do or say.
“So you’re really going to stand there and not act surprised or concerned at all? Tiana did you know?”
“Yes,” I said.
“So you’re really helping this dick? You’re going to help him kill your sister?” he asked, raising his voice.
“You don’t get it! Elena will not die! Or stay dead, rather. If you would just let me explain, you’ll understand that there is a spell that can be done to protect her. Someone will give her life in exchange for their own.”
“Who the hell would be willing to do that?”
Damon was speechless.
“John?” Damon finally asked with a laugh.
“Yes. Don’t underestimate his love for her. Now please don’t speak of this to anyone. He doesn’t even know he’s going to do it yet. Promise me,” I pleaded.
“Yeah, yeah I promise,” he said, “of course.”
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