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Chapter 20

Of course she was nowhere to be found.

Of course she would just up and go and do something stupid and fucking dangerous without telling them about it.

What did they expect? When did she ever tell them anything?

But that was Adelle for you. A crazy, infuriating, courageous and cunning Adelle that had no problem lying and getting what she wanted. The same Adelle that was too beautiful for her own good for her to realize the effect she had on the people around her. The same girl that turned more often than not Stefan and Damon into freaking animals that had no control what so ever over their emotions and reactions when it came to her.

So … to sum it up, the Salvatores should have known that this would happen.

And the funniest part was that Addie had promised to tell them everything. And by everything she meant ever single lie and secret that she still kept from all of them. And they knew, they just knew that she was speaking the truth.

What they neglected to notice was that the white haired girl had one last job to do before the brothers were in the know of all of her plans. And that was to leave town and go who knows where without telling anyone.

Damon felt it in his bones, he felt it in his soul that wherever she was, wherever the girl who unashamedly stole his heart was, it was dangerous. That's why she didn't tell them. Ad knew her vampires too well and if she thought they would not let her do it alone, then it must have been fucking outrageously life threatening.

When... When she came back, oh, Damon would have his way with her, he would teach her just what happened when she pulled those kind of stunts with him. Now that she was his, she would get her punishment and the older Salvatore would enjoy it. His fangs throbbed with anticipation.

Stefan on the other hand was not much better than his brother. They were both in the boarding house when they realized that Adelle was gone. She wasn't picking up her phone, the only thing that made him stay put and not paint the town red was the written note she left in her room. She would be back soon, and that was the last time she would leave them out of her plans. Did that make him feel better?

Fuck no.

The Ripper in him was pushing his walls of self-control, hissing, growling in such rage that Stefan had gone through three glasses of whiskey in the past hour.

The chant in his head was overwhelming.

Get her back. Take her. Make her never leave again. Punish. Punish her for running away!

The sober and rational part of his mind knew that this was the vampire in him talking, that he couldn't lock her away, chain her and have her never see another man beside him and his brother. To never let her endanger herself like she always did.

The more he got to taste her, the more he had her in his hands...God, the more he wanted to control her, to take her away from this forsaken town.

It hurt. Not as much as he felt anger, but it still hurt that she did that. His silver bird lied so readily to them and left. But Stefan realized she was just that. A bird, a stubborn free willed bird that cherished her freedom and no matter what he wanted to do, this was Adelle and if he took it away from her, he would lose her.

So Stefan drank. One glass after the other. And waited.

When she came back, she would not leave his bedroom...or his brother's, he wasn't picky, till she didn't tell them everything and then...then she would stay some more. Preferably forever. Because the younger Salvatore knew, he knew that he would never get his fill of her.

Damon was marching all over the parlor, eyes dark and hands balled in fists.

Adelle wasn't the only one missing.

Neither Bonnie nor Jeremy were picking up their phones. They had left to retrieve the moon stone and they were still not back. To top it all off, it was full moon tonight so something must have gone horribly wrong.

But then again, what could they do? Once again the brothers were left with tied hands, Bonnie had not deemed it necessary to tell them where they were going exactly, Sheila was not in her house and for the first time Damon realized that they didn't have her phone number.

Great.

Caroline was of no help. She was just as clueless as they were.

And fucking hell, since when the vampires were the useless ones in the whole Scooby-freaking-doo gang?

Tch.

It was all Adelle's doing.

No way around it. She made them feel as empowered with her, than as powerless without her.

And it all went back to when Addie had agreed to be with them.

Fuck it!

"Let's think about it calmly." tried reasoning Stefan, even if he was far from it.

"Yeah..." snorted Damon, rolling his eyes. "Why not? Because the options of what the hell is going on are just so dandy, brother!" Stefan sighed.

"You think I don't know that? There are only a few explanations of what had happened, the worst one being..." the younger vampire was interrupted.

"Me. I am flattered that you think so highly of me, Stefan." purred the one and only Katherine Pierce.

Both brothers stood still, bodies rigid, reigning in their feelings of shock and anger. They were already on edge and the woman who had caused too much trouble then she was worth just strutted in their home, like she owned the place while wearing an amused smirk that would have effected them before. If it only wasn't for the one woman who they had fallen for and bested the vampire in every way possible.

"What? There is no, hello Katherine, it's a pleasure to see you?" she came closer, watching in delight when her boys stopped any movement and watched her every gesture. Pierce loved being the center of their attention. She basked in it.

Stefan and Damon shared a look, since Adelle, their silent communication had become a norm, just like when they were human. This time around though, the bond they shared was stronger so they knew the moment when their eyes met what they had to do and how they felt about it as well.

"Where are our manners?" joked Damon, forcing his body to relax and hide away all the repulsion and rage her felt towards the bitch in front of him. "Katherine would you like a drink?" oh well...he at least tried, but the sarcasm was still present in his biting tone.

"I would like one, brother." spoke Stefan acting nonchalant, like the lying manipulative whore wasn't the reason all the hell was pouring down on them.

His instincts screamed for him to attack her, to find out what she did with Bonnie and Jeremy, and to find out if she had hurt Adelle, but Katherine expected just that and both brothers would be damned if they gave her anything ever again.

No.

In fact, the Salvatores would take a page from Adelle's ways and use it against the other vampire. If there was one thing they learned from their human, it was how to make someone lose their cool and tear their hair out.

Damon tried hiding his amused smirk. He didn't miss the confusion that flashed in the bitch's eyes, before a second later she was back playing her game.

"Why, what a gentleman you became, Damon. If my memory serves me right you were never like that, always in a hurry to undress me and let me bite you. Stefan you were the gentle one, you were always attentive like you would break me. Maybe that's why I preferred you a tad bit more than your brother." Katherine just loved goading them against each other, in the end of which they would come crawling back to her, seeking approval and her attention.

The Salvatore's rivalry was one of the things she loved most about them, it made them even more determined to satisfy her, with a bit more time she would remind them just who the one who created them was. Who made them what they were now and she would have them both, just like her freedom. Damon was always so greedy and uncertain, always seeking attention and love that he would kill for her. His devotion through the years had proven that to her, he was rough with her and he made her scream. The way the raven haired man fucked...oh it made her toes curl. Stefan would be once again her knight in shining armor, making love to her, reading her poems and courting her with sweet words and gestures. They just needed a little bit of work, a bit persuasion here and there and…

Damon snorted.

Stefan rolled his eyes in amusement.

"Sure." laughed the ex-Ripper.

And for the first time Katherine wasn't certain of how to react. In fact when she looked closely, neither of the brothers were tense, there was no defined emotion in their eyes. She expected Damon to be angry, demanding answers as to why she wasn't in the tomb, why she never searched for him. Stefan should have been suspicious, brooding, worried. And most of all, both shouldn't have, not even for a second looked away from her.

All she saw though, made her blood freeze. The plan she had formed to get them back shattered in a million pieces.

Why? Because all Katherine recognized in their looks was indifference. True and without of dose of pretending indifference.

Yes, there was the anger that she had expected, but she knew the difference between the one she wanted and this one. There was no passion towards her, the effect she held over them was gone, they were angry but it was because she was here.

Stefan and Damon were annoyed she was in their presence...like she was a pest that was wasting their time.

The oldest vampire in the room was astonished. Then her blood stared boiling in rage, what were they so amused of?

Her?

She tried not showing her displeasure. But she failed and it provoked even more unexpected reactions from the Salvatores.

"You look disappointed, Katherine? Is my bourbon not to your standards?" asked the smirking Damon, who has next to his brother. In addition Stefan nodded his head in faux concern.

"I hope not, Damon, it's one of your best ones."

"Why...thank you brother." then they clanked their glassed in untrained synchrony and drank the alcohol.

"I think, our guest here needs an appetizer." piped Damon.

"Oh, I agree, there are some left overs from the vegan cupcakes somewhere in the kitchen, should I go and search for them?" Stefan continued, silently observing while the threads that held Katherine's composure slowly tore one after the other.

"They might be a bit old...but oh well..."

"I must applaud you for the outstanding performance, boys, I'm really enjoying it so far." cut in the doppelganger, but even if she spoke in an amused indifferent tone, her control was chipping away in the corners. She now sat more uptight and her jaw was clenched. Eyes were cold behind the seductiveness.

Katherine would not be Katherine if she didn't have some tricks up her sleeves.

"I'm surprised by how calm you are, when in fact I heard from a bird that your little human toy is nowhere to be found and her witch friend is … oh, look at that, the full moon is up, my… I sure am lucky to be away from two turning werewolves at the moment. Poor Bonnie...oh and Jeremy, I shouldn't forget about him." she was smirking, loving that she was getting her control back, watching in delight the poorly hidden surprised looks the Salvatores tried to conceal. "I wonder how would our dear Adelle react if something happened to her friends? I heard that newly turned wolves are vicious!"

"I take it you have the moon stone?" asked Stefan as he was the first to reign in his desire to tear her to pieces, she thought he was the gentle out of the two? Katherine had no idea that he and the Ripper were one now and if he wished he would tear her eyes out of their sockets with a butter knife. The younger brother spared a glance at Damon, he saw his rage and prayed that he would not react to Katherine's taunts. Adelle was safe, if she wasn't, the vampire in front of them would have dangled the fact in front of their faces by now, but she only did that with Bonnie and the rest.

"Oh, yes, it was fun to meet all of your new 'friends'. I'm sorry to inform you that Tyler is...ah, how should I say it?" she was grinning, mocking them, waiting till one of them exploded and attacked her. "He has a furry problem to deal from now on... and it's all my fault...oops?"

"Well, good for you, one more enemy is after you, Katherine, you must be proud." almost hissed Damon but then calmed a little when Stefan, unseen by the third vampire, grazed his thigh against his.

It was a silent 'don't let her get what she wants'.

"You won't ask what I want? Or why I'm back?" Kat continued, leaning back, pushing her chest out a bit and licking her lower lip seeking some reaction.

What she got in return was the opposite.

With renewed want for vengeance, Damon dramatically moved closer to his brother and whispered in fake dramatic astonishment in his ear.

"How did we ever find her sexy?" Katherine smirked, but her left brow irked for a moment in annoyance.

"Beats me, brother. I think it was because we were quite short on options back in the day." hummed in hidden amusement Stefan, seeing where his sibling was going with it.

Katherine was a vain creature, she prided herself in her beauty and the way she held her untouched glass tightly in her hand proved their point.

Even if they played her game at the moment, both Salvatores were internally planning what to do next, Bonnie and the rest were in danger, Adelle was nowhere to be found and Sheila wasn't of any help. If anything, the vampire sitting in front of them was steps ahead of them, even if neither showed it.

"Well, being just humans back then with no experience, even plain things were enough I suppose." continued Damon, viciously liking that this woman had no hold on him, that all his being belonged to someone who would cherish and love him no matter what. What he saw when he looked at his creator was only a mistake that brought him to the love of his life, as well as a means to an end that he needed to kill, not because she betrayed him or broke his heart...no, because she was danger for Stefan and Adelle.

Now that he knew he never loved her, Katherine Pierce was just another vampire.

The only thing he regretted was that he hadn't realized it sooner...oh and that he couldn't murder her right now.

And to think that she broke his bond with Stefan...they were indeed pathetic humans.

"Big words for someone who waited for me more than a century, Damon, why don't I believe you?" grinned Katherine. "You said..." and once again she was interrupted, this time by Stefan…Stefan who in fact waved her off, like she was an annoying fly buzzing in his ear.

What had happened to the gentle soul Stefan was, what happened to the obsessed Damon who would do anything for her and her love?

"Get to the point, Katherine. This is getting rather tedious." Stefan spoke bored, standing up to fill his glass again.

"Both of you have changed." ignored him the doppelganger. "I like it."

Indeed she did. Stefan had a dangerous edge to him and Damon was not barking like a lost puppy after her anymore.

"Sorry, we are not available." rolled his eyes the raven haired man.

"Oh? You are after two boring humans?" Katherine asked in exaggerated amusement.

But she stopped when both brothers looked at her like she was stupid.

Well, that was a first.

"Elena? Pft." grinned Damon. "She is as plain and unsatisfying as you are, Kitty Kat, no hard feelings by the way!" he winked.

That caught her attention. Were they fighting over the other sister? Adelle? And here she thought they were different…

"Funny thing actually." spoke Stefan, sharing a look with his brother while still standing up. "We found a woman that we both wanted."

"Nothing new, if you ask me." cut in Damon.

"A woman that has everything and satisfies us both in every aspect there is, that can handle us both and that takes just as much as she gives in return." continued Stefan.

Now Katherine was standing. Not wanting to hear of someone that had what she wanted the moment she laid her eyes on both Salvatores... that she never got.

"It's Adelle, Katherine, it will be always Adelle, never you, not in the past, not in the future. But you already knew that, didn't you?" Damon stepped again, not hiding the love he had for the human, a look that he shared with Stefan. No rivalry, no hatred or back stabbing, a look she never saw directed towards her.

In her entire life.

She snapped.

In a second she had broken one of the chairs near them, grabbing its leg and threw it at Damon, effectively piercing him in the stomach. While he doubled over, the older stronger vampire, flashed in front of Stefan, grabbed him by the neck and it was thanks to the shock that she had moved him next to his brother on the couch they previously sat on.

In one hand she was choking the ex-Ripper, while with the other one she took the stake from Damon's stomach and stabbed it in his chest, stopping only an inch before it hit its target.

"No!" choked Stefan in fear for his brother, who hissed in agonizing pain, not moving because the wood would end him the same exact moment.

"You try something and you can say goodbye to Damon, Stefan." growled Katherine, her vampire face showing. "Tell me why I shouldn't just end your lives right here? Hm? You are no longer mine, are you? And as your creator I will be the one to take what I gave you."

Neither answered her, Damon because he couldn't and Stefan because he knew she was right, tonight they had proved to her that Katherine had no hold on them any longer. Even more, they have given themselves to one woman in the same way that she had always wanted to possess them in and they threw it in her face.

A second or two passed, then her face became normal again and she stepped back, regaining her composure and infamous seductive aura. She smirked maliciously and strutted towards the bar, pouring herself another glass of bourbon as the previous one laid broken when she had snapped. She was in control again and Stefan felt chills run through his body, this never meant anything good. But he didn't think about it because he was helping Damon pull the stake away from his chest, laying a comforting hand on his back as he coughed blood and healed slowly.

"I won't kill you." Katherine spoke. "In fact I will let you live and make you watch as I take everything precious from you. First I will start with the doppelganger, the sister of your beloved human, when I find where you hide her, trust me it won't take me long. Then I will kill Adelle's sweet aunt and brother in front of her eyes and will finish her off, robbing her from any happiness by taking all her friends one by one after that. And when completely broken, all but a shell of the girl you love so much, I will drain her dry right here, letting you watch as the light in her eyes is no longer." she took one last sip from her glass, unconcerned she let it drop on the floor shattering in hundreds of pieces. Her cold eyes never looking away from the brothers whose rage was not hidden from her.

"And then I will let you live. For all eternity, completely alone knowing that you were the reason why the woman you gave yourselves to is dead. You chose her over me, Damon, Stefan. And you will pay for it."

Then she was gone.

Three seconds of agonizing silence and then if anyone entered the boarding house at that moment, they would have witnessed two monsters with no control destroying the place.

It was Katherine's win.

But what she didn't know, was that that night she had crossed a line, a line no one should have ever dared crossing.

And that was threatening the most important thing both brothers held dear.

She had plans? Excellent, they better be good, because Katherine Pierce was about to meet Damon and Stefan as she has never seen before.

Bonnie Bennett was terrified. She was terrified because things literally went from disaster to complete nightmare.

But no… if it was indeed a nightmare she would have woken up by now, sweating and screaming. Here she was now still in this mess that she had no idea how to deal with. All thanks to Katherine Pierce.

The witch in her was furious but the human girl that had been forced in this life was holding back the trembling of her hands and the weak knees that wanted to betray her and give out.

No one could help her now. She was the only one that could do something in order to save herself, Jeremy and the two raging werewolves. The moon was rising and they had to get away from the university before Tyler and Mason changed. But how could one control such creatures when one was hurt, angry and betrayed by the person he had loved, while the other was quite literally pushed to the breaking point of killing and the anguish was obviously taking over him.

If Bonnie could have scoffed, if she had any power of her oh so human reactions, she would have hit Jeremy for being such stubborn kid and forced him out of this danger. Of course he would not listen, of course he would stay and risk his life for the werewolves and the Bennett would be damned if she left him here alone.

But fear was consuming her. She had some experience with vampires, thanks to the infuriating older Salvatore, but wolves?

She was in too deep.

And that was without mentioning that they had two dead bodies in front of them, one with a gaping hole in its chest, while the other with no head what's so ever.

Okay, think Bonnie!

Think!

Ignoring the rising voices of panic and growls of the men who were fighting against their nature to turn, the witch tried remembering what her Grams had told her.

Control. Be calm. You are Bennett, the best of the best!

Shit. Okay. She got it.

Pushing back her weaknesses, there was no time for those, Bonnie took one deep breath in and then out.

Think of your motivations.

Save herself and her friends.

Get out of this alive.

Prove yourself worthy of your heritage.

Live, so you can slowly and sweetly return the favor of the one who did this.

Ah… yes, revenge would be so so pleasant.

That did it.

With anew determination and confidence back on the front of her mind, Bonnie spoke. Voice clear, no signs of shaking or doubt. Only power.

Her ancestors would have been be proud.

"Jeremy!" the boy looked sharply at her. "Go and look in the desk, take anything valuable."

"What? Bonnie we have..." he didn't understand.

"No one should know what happened here, we have to cover our presence, do as I say and ask later!" maybe it was the no bullshit tone she used, or that Bonnie was the only calm one out of the four but the youngest Gilbert nodded and did what she had told him to.

"How far are the woods from here, Mason?" she then turned towards the oldest, who was next to his nephew trying to calm him down. He himself was losing the battle of control. His sharp, changing from gold to light brown eyes looked at her.

"Three minutes if we run." his voice was strained, back hunched, the more the moon was rising, the more he felt the animal in him pushing against its cage. And yet he was the lucky one out of the two, Tyler would experience his first transition, the most excruciating pain and disparity he would ever go through.

"How long do you have till it starts?" Bonnie continued, ignoring the warning signs that told her to get away from the two beasts.

"Not long, Bonnie listen, you two have to get away, with no restrains we won't be able to stop, we..." he spared a look at the pale boy next to him. "We could kill you if we have the chance."

Oh how true his words were.

Bonnie knew and she felt her magic sizzle at the prospect of its master being in danger.

"Don't underestimate me, Mason, if someone is in danger here it's you and Tyler, I won't let you get anywhere near me or Jeremy." the confidence in her magic made something in the older wolf turn, his eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion. Was it because the witch was challenging his powers or because at this moment in the middle of a literal chaos she looked delectable? The man didn't know, but he had no time to think it over as Tyler let out a painful sob.

He was starting to change.

"Shit!" cursed the other Lockwood. It was too soon! But he couldn't blame him, all that had happened to him in the past few days was making his emotional stability nonexistent. "Bonnie..." he didn't have the chance to continue because right after Mason uttered the name of the witch, she had spoken a spell, that rolled gracefully out of her full lips and fire engulfed the two dead vampires on the floor.

She didn't even flinch when the smell of burning flesh filled the room.

No, Mason thought, she was too busy chanting her next spell.

Were all witches like her? Or was it only her? The wolf had met others of her kind, but none of them had been so strong or courageous, not even the ones who had been twice her age.

Another spell.

And then there was no trace of the burned corpses, no trace of the disgusting smell or the blood that had been marred all over the room when the fight had broken in. Only the trashed desk and the missing items from it which were in the hands of Jeremy. They would play it as robbery.

It was like they have not been here in the first place.

If Mason had the time or the right state of mind he would have been impressed, but now he had to deal with his own transition, his nephew's and the real prospect of them both killing innocent people tonight. Tyler would not be able to take this kind of guilt, he was already tethering on the line between sanity and loosing himself.

"Let's go!" spoke firmly Bonnie, leading the way. When out of the campus building, she was thankful that it was so late and no one was there to witness the four of them running towards the forest, two of which were supporting each other, not able to stop the change in their eye color.

She had no idea how they would have gotten away with that one.

Bonnie still had not learned an oblivion spell, which let her erase the memories from the witness's brain.

That would be useful. When they survive this bloody mess, that will be the first thing she would ask her Grams to teach her.

"Tyler! Tyler, are you okay?" Jeremy asked concerned for his friend, but when he tried coming closer to the other boy he was pushed back forcefully by the younger Lockwood, eye blazing, teeth out hissing and the only thing stopping him from coming towards Jer being Mason's hands holding him firmly in place.

The teen was in shock, not believing his eyes. Was this really Tyler? He didn't act like a human. Worry and fear went through his body, shaking him to the core.

"You have to go!" growled the quarterback, those being his first words since the moment he had killed the human. "Jeremy, get away from here, I will hurt you...I … I can't control it! Mason!" he howled in pain, the forest was filling with the sound of cracking bones.

"Fuck, Tyler, listen to me!" shouted through his own agony the other wolf, all the while Bonnie and Jeremy could only stand there and watch in horror as their friend's body fell on the ground, bones pricking from his back and spine snapping in tens of different places. His nails were elongated, teeth extending in two rolls of sharp canines reflecting the light of the full moon that was now on its highest point in the sky. "I p-promise everything will be-e okay!" Mason tried speaking but his own control was slipping.

Growls. Painful screams. Hisses.

The sight before them was terrifying.

Both werewolves had lost the ability to talk.

"Jeremy..." Bonnie had to fight her fear from showing in her voice, she had to be strong for all of them. "We have to..." she grabbed his arm, making him look at her and not at what was happening. She was on the verge of knocking him out and running as far away as she could. Her instinct for preservation was kicking in so hard that she was digging her nails in his skin almost painfully.

"We...we can't leave them, Bonnie! It's not their fault! If Tyler hurts..." he chocked. "If he k-kills someone, that would destroy him!" his desperation was so strong that he was trembling. Behind them they were hearing shouts, warnings to run, but the witch didn't let her friend look back, she as well stared only at him.

"I will try stopping them, but I won't be able to hold them for too long and most certainly not for the whole night." she told him.

"A cave!" Jeremy almost screamed in realization. "What...what if we find something like a cave and lock them in like….like the barrier in the tomb!"

That could work.

But before any of them could do anything else, the chaos behind them had stopped. The eerie silence was deafening in their ears.

They slowly turned around.

Two big wolves one dark brown, the other midnight black stared at them, eyes piercingly gold, canines bared as they slowly started moving in a hungry predatory way towards the teens.

This was bad. Bonnie knew it, the moment they moved an inch and the beasts would pounce on them and by the deep sharp breaths that Jeremy drew in, he knew it as well.

Her magic sparked in her veins, her lips twitched in an effort to stop the spell that would burn them alive. She had to remind herself that those animals were their friends, even if the witch in her screamed for her to protect Jeremy. The Bennett would have never forgiven herself.

Jeremy's left hand twitched.

And all at once the two wolves jumped, hungry and vicious, growling, howling, running towards them in unimaginable speed.

The younger Gilbert screamed. They were going to die here.

But it never came. The sharp paws never touch his throat, teeth never pierced his skin.

The weres were writhing in pain on the green muddy ground. Hissing and trying to stand up, to attack, devour and kill! But Bonnie was chanting, she never stopped, her hands were raised, brows furrowed in concentration, eyes hard as a steel.

"Jer!" she shouted. "In my bag there is a map of the university compound, the forest is in it! Find where we can lock them!" she was breathing heavily, the magic she was using was lowly draining her.

The boy didn't waste time and scrambled towards said item, he didn't question why Bonnie had it with her, she was always prepared, always researching, it shouldn't have surprised him. Shaking hands opened the map and his wide eyes searched for anything that could help them.

"Jeremy! Hurry up!" spoke through clenched teeth the witch, glaring at the wolves that were slowly coming closer even if she was chanting one of her most painful but not lethal spells at them.

The need for blood was stronger, though and she could sense them fighting against her. It didn't help that she had used her powers too much today.

"There! I found it!" Jer interrupted her concentration, for only a second, but it was all the canines needed and Bonnie found herself harshly pushed on the ground, hitting her head and screaming in pain as one set of jaws sharply and viciously bit her on the arm. The agony was unexplainable. The wolf was on top of her, eyes blazing, fury and hunger all visible and she knew the moment his teeth locked themselves completely, she would lose her arm.

Tears streamed down her face, was this the way she would die?

But a shout made her push the pain away, she was losing blood and any movement tightened the hold Mason had on her, but she looked to her left.

Paralyzing fear struck her...

Jeremy was on the ground, white as a ghost, terrified out of his mind as Tyler was over him.

The new wolf hadn't attacked him yet, he was watching him and when his head came closer to her friend's Bonnie knew that she couldn't die here, not when Jer needed her the most. A clawed paw pierced her stomach, the pain was terrible but not as much as the one in her hand. It was a warning.

Don't move.

Questions swirled in her mind, why hadn't Mason killed her already? The thing on her midsection could have plunged itself right through her, those canines could have already teared her neck apart. What was he waiting for?

But at this moment she didn't question it. For whatever reason she was still alive. Barely, but alive and she would be damned if she let it go to waste.

Just before she uttered her spell, she was momentary distracted.

The wolf's eyes on top of her were staring right down at her, the only difference from before attacking her was that there was something in addition to the carnal need to kill. It was waiting for her reaction. How could that be possible? The glint in the gold irises was challenging, and if she had been in the right state of mind, if she wasn't losing so much blood and wasn't so terrified for her friend, the witch would have understood that the animal was testing her, wanting to see if she was worth it.

Somehow the beast had remembered her confidence when she had spoken of her abilities to stop him and it had liked it, it had liked the prospect of someone equal to its strength.

If Bonnie had looked to the left again, she would have seen that the other wolf wasn't about to kill Jeremy, in fact the animal had immobilized the human, laying on top of him, canines on display and breath washing over the teen's shocked face. It's head had forcefully nudged the boy's one to the side and when the Gilbert hadn't been so compliant it had growled threateningly, biting the air right in front of his nose. Jeremy's heart was beating so fast that his ribcage was about to burst, the sound was so loud that the beast had no problem hearing it and just...just for a second the human had though Tyler looked like a dog, moving it's big ears a little.

Yes, Jeremy, a fucking big scary dog that was playing with its food before tearing him apart!

Bonnie was bleeding, she was hurt and he couldn't do anything but to act as a chewing toy for the werewolf. He was so weak, that it was sickening.

"Tyler..." he was able to whisper, voice so low that he had hard time hearing it himself. What could he say? Down boy! Bad puppy, don't kill, don't kill!

If he wasn't about to faint he would have snorted at the surrealism of the situation. Here he was about to be eaten by a big vicious dog. He almost regretted using the excuse of 'the dog ate my homework' so often.

Fate had its way of paying him back, he was sure of it.

Then he heard Bonnie chanting, it was short, breathless but powerful. In three words she managed to throw Mason off of her, sending him flying across the clearing. Tyler stood up from on top of him and ran to attack the witch, this time the wolf looked ready to kill, it looked nothing like seconds ago when he was sniffing the human.

Ever so pale, the Bennett did the same to Tyler as to his uncle, even hitting him so hard that the wolf lost consciousness.

Then things got blurry for the human, Bonnie had used a powerful spell to incapacitate them but it would affect them for only minutes. Those minutes were the longest he had experienced. Next thing he knew they were in front of the cave he had seen on the map and while Jeremy held up the witch who barely had the strength to stand on her feet, she levitated the two beasts in it. She was steps away from passing out, the gash on her hand made him sick, how was she still able to do magic?

"The locking spell will be lifted in five hours, Jeremy." she whispered having no energy to speak louder, her voice was trembling. "I have no power for more and I don't know if that's enough. The moment I do it, I would be out. I'm already magic depleted and the wounds are not helping."

Wounds? As in more than one? Jeremy was shocked. But the witch didn't let him talk.

"You have to close the one on my arm, I think it's infected. I need a hospital, Jer, I hope you will be able to get me there in time."

He was affronted for a second, of course he would do anything in his powers to help her! But worry won over any other emotion.

"I promise, juts hold on for a bit longer, Bon." she nodded, but even that movement brought great pain for her.

"Trust me, I have a bitch to get back to and pay her for what she did today, I'm not going anywhere."

Jeremy would have smiled. But he didn't have it in him.

Then she whispered the spell. And the second the last ancient word was out of her lips, her eyes rolled back and her whole body sagged in his hands.

The human only spared one glance back to the cave before he summoned what was left of his own will and started walking.

He couldn't wait till the sun was up.

Caroline Forbes was as excited as she was nervous.

Yesterday was a disaster, a complete and utter disaster and her control freak enhanced-after-becoming-Dracula self was losing its shit, because things were never supposed to get this bad.

One moment she was happily preparing for the masquerade ball, which by the way, no one and she meant it no one remembered it was today, and the next second Adelle was calling her telling her she was going out of town.

Business, she called it. Psh, yeah right, Care was anything but naive and she knew that her best friend was going to do something dangerous and if she was calling her then that was because her lover boys were in the dark. Bonnie and the little Gilbert were on a hunt...you know…? Hunting with two wolfs...who were hunters by nature? Get it?

Whatever.

So back to her important problem.

Yes... so Addie called her, told her she would meet someone who would help them get rid of Katherine and that she did not need to worry because Lexi..and oh my God! Hold the phone! Lexi as Stefan's bff? Was the white haired girl replacing her with some...some blond, mischievously gorgeous and funny vampire?

Gasp!

This was like Ad and Care had broken up or something and the Gilbert was on rebound with her less than beautiful and deserving copy!

She was so definitely going to have a talk with that girl!

Where was she...Ah! Yes, and because this someone who would help them was by far one of the most dangerous vampires to ever exist, Adelle didn't need the Salvatores breathing down her neck. But at least someone had to know where she was if something bad happened. Care was the only one she would answer the phone to, and because of that the blond had to lie and stay silent if and when the brothers came searching for their girl. Only if someone was dying the Forbes was to contact her.

Great.

It sounded simple.

Bullshit.

Because when in this crazy town did shit not hit the fan? Hm? And she means it! It always happens in the middle of one of the parties and events Caroline had been working so hard on! Where was the justice in that?

And to think that everyone had forgotten that today, the day after Addie had gone all James Bond, was one of the coolest events that Mystic Falls celebrated!

Ugh. The nerve of everyone!

Bonnie should have returned by now. No one told her where she and her three musketeers were and for God sake, last night was a full moon!

But why would anyone pick their phones? Matt was his oblivious self, Jenna and Alaric were playing it cool and even if she wanted to talk with them they were obviously hiding from her in fear she would rope them in helping with the party.

Which was absurd...okay...it was logical of them, but the blond was going through a crisis here! Hello!

When she went to see Damon and Stefan again this morning, both looked like they had been slapped around with a wet rag. It was a funny sight to be seen, but then they had to ruin her amusement by telling them Katherine had visited them and Bonnie was in danger. They didn't know where the rest were, as the witch had conveniently forgotten to tell them.

On top of it, this wrinkled bitch had announced that she would kill everyone, because apparently the vampires in front of her were PMS-ing and had to anger her somehow.

Well congrats for their efforts, it had paid off beautifully!

But Caroline had died once by the hand of this psycho and she refused, refused an encore!

But wait! This was not by far the worst part!

Gosh, she wished.

Adelle had finally picked her phone, and said that she was on her way home. No more explanation. But Care being the fast talker she was had stopped her from hanging up.

She told her friend what she knew and Addie was pissed. Just remembering her cold voice and the note of sinister glee...ugh, it still made her shudder.

Yes, when the Gilbert came back, they would all be in for a surprise.

Good, she couldn't wait...like literally she couldn't.

It would be nice if someone at least would show up right about now!

Because you know… right here in this exact moment was the worst part she was talking about in her mental rant.

Oops she skipped something...

The ball was a success...Hooray!

Care had even gotten one heck of a cute baby pink gown to wear with a white mask and her curls were on flick! But her good mood was chocked and she meant it – it was literally chocked out of her. Because not even half an hour after the formal party had begun she found herself harshly pushed against a wall in the only freaking secluded area in the Lockwood mansion.

Yes, she was fighting for her every breath as the one and only bitch was smiling sinisterly at her, while her grip around Care's pale neck was closing faster than she would hope.

That's her problem!

"Where are your friends, Caroline?" smirked Katherine, looking perfectly composed in her little black number, hair half pulled back, black mask showing off her red lips.

Fuck her for even now being pretty when she was slowly killing the blond.

Again!

"I hoped to see at least some of them." she faked a pout, that still looked cute and Caroline would have scoffed if her windpipe wasn't being crushed at the moment. "Like Adelle, Bonnie or… oh I don't know? Elena? Where is my pathetic copy, Care?"

She hated how her shortened name came out of her mouth, like she was mocking her. But what could she do? She had no chance against such grandma was older by five hundred years.

Forbes would be scared, but she was more pissed then that, so she very well hid her fears. For fuck sake! This bitch had killed her.

Killed!

"Tell me or I will kill you right now and leave your body to be found by your dear mama." her smirk became sharper, crueler.

"You will kill me either way." choked Caroline with what was left of her voice.

Katherine laughed. Like she was watching some comedy show and she couldn't believe the stupidity of the main character.

Oh yes, Care was definitely more pissed then scared.

And fuck, all the trouble she went through to iron this dress, now it was all ruined!

"Look at that, the airhead has some brains after all." the older vampire taunted.

"Go to hell." gritted the blond, liking the irritation that showed for a fraction of a second on the woman opposite of her. Katherine leaned in so her lips grazed the shell of her ear.

"Wrong answer."

And Caroline closed her eyes, expecting the pain, but it never came. When she opened her blue orbs she saw Damon tearing her attacker away from her, both becoming a blur as they started fighting. Stefan was next to her. Worry showing on his face.

"Are you alright, Care?" he asked, keeping an eye on his brother but at the same time looking her up and down to make sure that she was not harmed.

"Yes, yes. I was wondering when one of you all would show up." she tried joking and he smiled a little, letting out a sigh that the ball of sunshine was okay.

"I have to go help Damon you stay in the main room where everyone can see you, it will be the safest place, but if needed get out of there." he told her and didn't wait for Caroline's response before blurring after where his brother and Katherine had gone.

So...You see, now when the blond had to think about it, yesterday wasn't the only day that was a disaster. Yep, she agreed with herself that today deserved the same evaluation.

All the way few hours away from Mystic Falls, Bonnie Bennett was slowly waking up. It was that annoying beeping that stirred her from her tranquil sleep. What she saw when she cracked open her eyes was white….so bright that it hurt like a bitch.

Groaning she closed her orbs just as quickly.

Where was she? Her brain was a mess, headache was pounding in her head and her left arm throbbed uncomfortably.

She regretted immediately the desire to know what was going on, because all at ones memories from last night came flashing behind her lids. Shit. Jeremy!

Her next mistake was to sit up from whatever surface she had been sleeping on. And because of the shock she had not helped her case by snapping open her orbs and that's how she felt like puking, losing any semblance of where was up and where was down.

"God..." she moaned, lifting her right hand to massage her temple, but that motion was stopped at the restrains that didn't allowed her to complete the motion. But all of this was pulled back in her piling questions as her abrupt movement caused her to see stars and all became blurred mess of colors.

Bright, harsh colors.

The witch didn't know how long it took her to control all the sickness but when she did she found herself once again lying on this bed. For the first time she realized that she was in a hospital room, Jeremy was sitting next to her slowly talking to her, concern obvious in his voice.

What shocked her even more were the other two men there, Mason and Tyler Lockwood were perched on the small gray most definitely uncomfortable sofa in the opposite side of her.

With no words, Jer gave her a plastic cup of water that was pure heaven for her dry throat and when she knew that her voice won't crack...too much, the Bennett spoke.

"How long was I unconscious?" the witch would have preferred if her tone was more powerful and didn't sound like a frail kid, but she would work with what she had.

"Almost twenty hours." informed her Jeremy, taking back the empty cup and smiling in a pitiful attempt to hide his panic of her being out for so long.

"What happened when I fainted?" Bonnie continued, seeing as no one was willing to tell the whole story without it being forced out of them.

"You were able to..." it was Mason who spoke next, eyes not looking at her, but moving around the room. Tyler was no better, shame was written all over his face. His orbs gazing at the floor. Gosh, now the witch had to deal with emotional damage control. Where was Adelle, when she needed her? Wait! What happened to all of their phones? "You were able to lock us in a small cave after knocking us unconscious."

"So you remember what was going on after the transition?" and one would have thought that instead of a question, Bonnie had pierced the Lockwoods right through their chests as they both recoiled back as far as the sofa allowed them to. Now when she looked more carefully she noted that Tyler and Mason had new clothes, had showered but the paleness of their faces betrayed everything the witch needed to know.

She should have been furious, scared and disgusted. Jeremy and her had almost died last night, they were literally fighting for their lives, her magic was so depleted that she almost couldn't sense it. Bonnie should have screamed, but she couldn't find it in herself to hate either of them. They hadn't chosen this path, they had been forced in it and remembering the devastation Tyler had went through, the fear of hurting them or anyone that Mason showed her...The Bennett had unknowingly forgiven them already.

One look at Jeremy and she knew he was on the same boat. They shared a silent brief communication...who knew they could do that?

One nodded, the other tried smiling.

It was decided.

"When you got out were you human?" she asked next, Mason nodded, briefly glancing at her but it only lasted a second.

"Yes, we found clothes and showered in a motel after getting my things from the car. Then we found you in the hospital and...since then we have been all waiting for you to wake up." he paused, squeezed Tyler's shoulder in comfort, who leaned into it for support. The teen had gone through a lot, first his father, then killing an innocent human and...his first transition where he almost killed Jeremy and Bonnie. He would need time. Time and someone to talk to. "Bonnie...I...oh God...we are so..." but the witch didn't let him finish.

"I don't need you apology, Mason." she ignored the sharp suck of breath from the older man as she continued. "None of this is your fault nor Tyler's for a fact." Both snapped their heads to look at her in shock. "You have no control over your wolf form and I don't blame you for anything that happened last night. I knew the danger, just like Jeremy, and we decided to stay and help. You didn't kill anyone. There is a reason why it's called a curse...Tyler..." her friend stared at her, many emotions going through him. "I am sorry for what Katherine forced you to do, you would have never hurt this man and I know it will take time but the guilt...you don't deserve it. When we get back I promise that on every full moon Jeremy and I will help you get through it, you will never hurt anyone else that I assure you."

"Bonnie..." spoke the newly turned werewolf, disbelieve and relief swimming on the surface of his brown grieving eyes.

"For what it's worth..." stepped in Jeremy, reassuring real mile grazing his mouth, "I forgive you, no hard feelings." Bonnie nodded.

"I second that. So can we stop this pity whining fest and get back home, please?" she tried joking and liked that both teens couldn't hold back their small grins before agreeing. The witch chose to ignore for the moment the way Mason's eyes pierced hers, face unreadable.

"Does any of you know what is going on in Mystic Falls?" Bonnie asked, while Jeremy was assisting her get out of the bed, telling her about the medication she should take for the bite and the pain, while planning with Tyler how to sneak out of the hospital as the staff would never let her out so soon.

"Katherine is there." said Mason, cutting through any easiness that had filled the room.

"What?" Tyler chocked. Jeremy was the one to explain.

"I managed to power up my phone, Caroline and Stefan as well as Damon had been calling us like crazy. I called Stefan and he..." then the teen retold what chaos was going down in their town.

Adelle was nowhere to be found, Katherine wanted Elena while promising to kill them all one by one.

The masquerade ball had started and as always the witch's senses told her a lot would happen while the event was in its full swing.

They had to hurry and go back, help catch the bitch who made last night her worst nightmare.

They had to find Adelle...where the hell was her friend? Why was it that when she was always up to something or out of town shit hit the fan?

Was her Grams okay? Did anyone check on her?

What if she was hurt? ...What if Katherine got to her…?

"Bonnie!" the witch was brought out of her panicking daze, now looking around she found out that the only ones in the room were her and Mason, who had his hands on her unhurt arm, looking concern.

"Where..."

"Tyler and Jeremy went to wait in the car, it will be easier to get you out of here if we were not a whole group of people attracting attention." interrupted her the wolf. Bonnie nodded and now that she was fully clothed she went towards the door.

Mason stopped her in the middle, looming over her, taking advantage of how short she was to his impressive six foot two muscled body.

Her heart did a weird flip just then. Was she about to throw up or something? What are you doing Bon? You have a boyfriend! Oh! Oh my God! She had totally forgotten about him! They had a date last night...and no...it was their three month anniversary!

"Bonnie." the closeness of Mason's voice startled her. He was now right in front of her. And maybe it was all the panicking thoughts she had in her head, or the way the wolf's eyes penetrated her, but it was hard to breath, her chest was rising and falling and she couldn't move her brown-green orbs from his light ones. For the life of her the witch didn't understand why he was so so close.

"Mason? What..." but she was rendered silent when the supernatural slowly lifted his hand and touched her injured arm. His fingers cautiously moved up from her wrist like he was afraid that anything he did would put her in more pain. He stopped on her elbow and the witch just now realized that gauze was wrapped around her entire upper arm, beginning just above where the wolf's hand was and ending below her shoulder.

The bite had not only been deep but huge as well. But what had she expected? Mason's wolf form was more than twice his own size.

"I will never forgive myself for what I have done to you, Bonnie." he finally spoke, voice low but full with sincerity and regret. She didn't get the chance to speak. "You have been helping me from the moment we met, you are still doing it and most of all you are going to keep supporting my nephew. No matter how much it endangers you. Last night...you didn't leave, you stayed and stopped me from killing, you saved not only Jeremy but my sanity as well. But I hurt you...I almost killed you. Jeremy and Tyler might not know, but I remember, there is a wound on your stomach as well, isn't it?"

The anguish in his orbs made her breath hitch, she had never seen someone in so much pain because of what they had done to some else. Bonnie was so lost in his words that she didn't notice his other hand moving over her toned midsection. He had felt the gauze there as well and the noise that left his mouth almost made her back away. But he didn't let her move.

There was a sound in the back of his throat. If she wasn't so full with meds she would have been sure that it was a mixture of a whine and growl.

"I...I can't turn back in time, Bonnie, this guilt no matter what you say will plague me for the rest of my life. You are one of the people that don't deserve ever being in this condition, not when all you do is protect us all. Willing or not. But..." his voice was gruff, strained but it slowly became stronger and determined. "I promise you that from now on I will never let anything like that happen again, be it by my hand or someone else's."

The shock she experienced was too great to describe.

"You don't need to..." but he interrupted her again, now once again staring at her.

"I don't need to, but I want to. And when I promise something I tend to keep my word no matter what. This is not only a way to pay back for what I did, but as a thank you for not giving up on Tyler, he needs friends like that."

Both supernaturals looked at one other for a moment, it was quiet around them.

Later when asked, Bonnie would not be able to explain why but for the first time in her life she acted without thinking over any aspect of said decision.

The witch reacted on impulse, one that would sooner or later save her life more times than she could remember.

"Okay."

And with one single word, the witch and the wolf sealed a deal, a promise that was the beginning of something…

Something magical.

Outside, few blocks away from the hospital, Tyler and Jeremy sat in the backseat of their car.

They were waiting for Mason to smuggle Bonnie out of her room.

From the moment they had met today, neither had spoken much to the other. There was this tension sizzling around them, that couldn't let them get far away but was too strong and new to act on it and get closer.

At the moment this was the closest they had been and Jeremy had naively opened the window on his side in hopes of...diluting whatever it was in the air.

Tyler would have smirked at his friend's actions, but he was too preoccupied with controlling the urge to move towards the human. The wolf didn't know why but there has always been this easiness he felt around the Gilbert, all the time spent together alone, playing games or just talking, they hadn't been shy from touching … in a friendly manner.

But since he activated his curse... the wolf pushed back the image of the dead body, he had no sanity left in him to deal with this now...the need to touch his friend was stronger than... normal.

For fuck's sake! There was no manual for new werewolves so he had no damn explanation as to why he was feeling that way. All he understood was that when Jeremy was close, when Jeremy was smiling at him, when he listened to him, when Jeremy touched him….his life wasn't the shit hell hole that it was. He could think clearly, he could breathe easily and could smile with easily.

Tyler could tell him his fears.

And today...today after what happened last night, after remembering what he did, he needed this feeling of safety.

Yes. Safety.

He would not dwell on when Jeremy Gilbert had become his safety net, because he quite frankly did not give a shit. What he needed was the boy next to him, who stubbornly did not meet his searching eyes. He just stared out through the window.

Another flash. Another image. His dad. His dad. Dead. Dead. Just like the human.

Human. He...he even didn't know his name. He didn't know the name of the person he had killed.

Before his breath could get even more out of control, before he could lose it a hand laid on top of his.

Long, long fingers, perfect for an artist.

Calloused fingertips, but by far softer than his from playing football so long.

Pale skin. Deep contrast to his tanned one. Perfect. Perfect to leave marks on.

Tyler stared at their joined hands, then looked up at the open, forgiving and reassuring smile that met him.

And his heart started to slow down.

The wolf threaded his fingers through Jeremy's, searching for any signs of protest and met none.

His breathing was getting back to normal.

The squeeze he gave was returned with a firmer one and he welcomed it, he soaked in it and relished at the message that was conveyed with no words.

His fears were not so terrifying anymore.

I'm here for you.

He didn't feel so lost and hopeless.

I stand beside you.

He would get through this.

Whatever you need... I will give you.

He was not alone.

I will give you all.

Katherine was viscous, vengeful and most of all a great survivor, who had learnt how to fight in the half of a century she had lived.

So even if Damon and Stefan combined their strengths and wills to kill her, she had still managed to dance around them, like she was enjoying it. Damon had managed to break her arm, Stefan succeeded stabbing her in the leg, twice, but it wasn't like they hadn't gotten the same in return.

In fact, Katherine seemed to be enjoying their intentions to end her here, on the second floor of the busy Lockwood mansion. She was smirking in satisfaction, gloating them further, taunting them and hitting with sharp words that hurt more than a wooden stake in the stomach.

"Here is the passion I love so much in you, Damon."

"Stefan you had gotten even more sinful then the last time I saw you."

"Damon did you know that I watched you brother through the years? Sorry I kind of forgot about you."

"Want to kill me, Stef? Do it, then drink human blood, become a monster and paint this pathetic town red."

She was trying to turn them against each other. She was hitting every old wound with precision. It would have worked, she would have succeed but the doppelganger had missed two things. It had been a while since Stefan and Damon had talked over everything, truly forgiving each other, bonding in a way that could never be destroyed by the petty words the Pierce was throwing at them.

She had no control over them. They never loved her, never will. They loved each other just as much as they loved the infuriating human girl that was constantly slipping through their fingers.

The brothers had never been stronger.

And by the way she would hiss, glare and continue to throw empty words in their faces, she knew it too.

Damon's phone didn't stopping ringing. And the way Katherine would grin each time they wound her, each time their phones would go off...there was something wrong.

"Why don't you see who calls, boys?" she said.

Stefan did, while Damon still battled with her, growling when she would break a bone in his body and try to steal a kiss from him the moment he healed.

Wrong. It was all wrong. Why wasn't she trying to kill them with as much effort as they used?

It was Alaric.

"Stefan! What is happening!? What are you doing? Jenna is bleeding, her arm is broken and just a minute ago a wound was opened in her leg!" the teacher was terrified, the three vampires could hear the screams of pain in the background.

"Damon, stop! Katherine did something to Jenna!" but before he could even finish his sentence, his brother was sent flying the opposite side of the room, shattering a glass table.

Katherine looked victorious.

"Oops! Did I forget to mention that I linked my life to Adelle's precious aunt? My mistake." she inspected her nails, while Damon tried standing up, regarding her with such hatred that anyone else would have frozen in fear. "You see, whatever happens to me, will happen to …Jenna was it? I kind of forget unimportant people's names." she winked.

Stefan's hold on the phone was so tight that it was about to crack.

"Stefan, do something, she is losing too much blood!"

"Katherine..." the ex-Ripper started but he never finished as the said vampire waved her pointer finger mockingly.

"So now you want to talk, Stef? What a shame, I'm done speaking." she said.

"You could have fooled me." spitted Damon, now standing next to his brother. "You were one hell of an annoying blabbering hag just moments ago." that wiped away the doppelganger's smirk.

"Wrong words, Damon." then she grabbed her own left shoulder and with the speed of a vampire cracked it back, effectively dislodging it.

A piercing scream filled the room, coming from the phone in Stefan's hand. The pleading cries from Alaric made Damon's ears almost bleed with helplessness.

"What do you want, Katherine?" gritted through his teeth the younger brother, holding every part of himself that growled in him to tear her to pieces, to end her in the most agonizing pain. Her sharp eyes landed on him, they were cold and vengeful.

"Oh, I want many things. I want you in my bed, pleasing me till I can't talk, I want Damon, worshiping me like the old times, I want you both..." her voice lowered.

"You have no chance in hell, Kitty Kat, you are not enough for either of us." scoffed Damon and even if he knew that those words would cost them a lot, he wanted her to hear them, to feel them, to soak them so deep in her petty brain and skin that she would never forget them.

Katherine was getting a taste her own medicine, but this time around they really meant it. In the past she had made Damon feel worthless, but now he knew that it was never anything close to that.

But she? She would never be anything but a pathetic mistake.

Her growl rang around the room. And she flashed towards the raven haired vampire, both he and his sibling were ready to stop her, but Pierce never reached them.

No, she fell on the ground screaming in pain, all her bones snapping and healing, then snapping again, making her feel the most unbelievable pain she had ever experienced.

"No!" Stefan panicked, turning around to see Sheila Bennett and another woman who bared some resemblance to the old powerful witch. "She linked herself to Jenna!"

While Sheila chanted, not paying him any attention, only feeling gleeful vengeance towards the dying vampire who she resurrected again and again, just to break her to pieces again, it was the other witch who answered.

"It was all a ruse."

"Who are you?" glared Damon, finally realizing that there was no more screams or pleading voices coming from the phone.

"My name is Lucy Bennett, I am cousin to Bonnie Bennett and had been working with Katherine." both vampire tensed, the grotesque sight behind them forgotten for the moment, even if it filled them with pleasure to see Katherine like that.

Helpless. At the mercy of someone else.

"Sheila and I agreed, when I came in Mystic Falls, that we should stop her, I had no plans of being her slave till I died, so we formed a plan. I knew that she wanted me to locate where the other doppelganger was, but I lied to her that she was protected by the other witches in town. We both knew that Katherine wanted to secure her safety by linking herself to someone who you would not want to die so I falsely told her that I had connected her with Jenna Sommers. Who, with Alaric Saltzman, had agreed to pretend when the time came, which was now. All you heard was a lie, neither of them are hurt or in danger. But we had to make Katherine believed she had all the power which gave us the time to create a locking spell that would not let her out of this room for however long we decide to prolong her torture."

The Salvatores were stunned into silence. Damon was the first to step forward and see if in fact he could pass the invisible barrier and he did.

"Huh...look at that, I did not expect any of it." he smirked talking to Sheila, who had stopped for the time being, Katherine laying incapacitated covered in blood and incapable of healing. No one planned on giving her any blood for her to do that either.

"No one threatens my town, granddaughter or her friends and gets away to tell the story, Damon." spoke for the first time the witch, her sharp eyes moving from one brother to the other.

"We will remember that." said Stefan, before his sibling had the chance to anger the powerful supernatural and get himself in trouble.

"It will be wise of you to do that." she nodded.

"My part is done, Sheila, I will be taking my leave now." stepped in Lucy, not taking her eyes from either vampire, she didn't trust them one bit.

"Thank you for your assistance, Lucy I hope that the next time we see each other would be on more pleasant note." they smiled briefly and soon after the younger witch was gone.

There was a moment of silence.

"What do you plan on doing with her?" asked Stefan.

"Kill her of course, brother, what kind of question is that?" Damon scoffed.

"Yes, we will get there, but first Katherine has to answer for all her mistakes and wrong doings. I spoke with the dead witches, they agree that taking her life would be too kind for her, she has to receive the same amount of pain that she has inflicted. There is a spell prepared for her, just for that." the finality in Sheila's voice left no place for protests. And it wasn't like any of the Salvatores would have said anything.

"I am afraid that I cannot agree with that, Sheila Bennett." a voice spoke from behind them, a voice full of authority, grace and power. A voice that promised a lot of misery and pain if someone went against its owner's wishes. "I have special plans for Katerina Petrova and she needs to be alive in order for our deal to be valid."

There stood a tall handsome man, dressed in expensive personally tailored suit that fit him perfectly. Brown hair was swept back, not a strand out of place. His posture proud and the aura around him proved everyone in the room that he was powerful and dangerous, but the way he spoke was graceful and screamed centuries of control and superiority.

He was a vampire. A vampire that none of them had seen.

A lethal gentleman.

"Deal? I don't remember ever making a deal with anyone." said through his teeth Damon, who didn't like how obviously stronger this man was in comparison to them all.

That's when another person joined them. An all too familiar voice, ringing like bells, soft, gentle and oh so loving, making both brothers hearts swell with emotion.

"That's because it was I who made this deal, a deal with one of the original vampires- Elijah Mikaelson."

And there she stood in all her glory and beauty, silver hair cascading in loose waves around her like a halo, brilliant blue-green eyes accentuated by dark smoky make up. Lips were red like blood, body wrapped in the finest material of a royal blue gown, shoulder bare with a neckline seductively low. A dress that hugged her just right around the waist and then flowed like wings down to the floor.

Her mask...her mask was blue as well, but it was ornamented with black details making her appear like she wasn't real, like she was a mirage, a vision of the purest and most seductive creature.

Like she was…

No...

As she was – Adelle Gilbert.

"I'm sorry for being late, but I must say that none of us were bored the last two days, were we?"

Author's note:

UPDATE 15.06 : My computer broke. Me- In the middle of hysteria, cause I have exams and so...no update this weekend. Pray for my laptop!

[[[ Looking for new Betas! If interested write me a PM! ]]]

Even if this story is centered around Salvadelle, the presence of Adelle in this universe effects everyone. And I reuse to write some cliched-one-layered fiction and neglect all the wonders I can do for the rest of this colorful and amazing cast/characters. I like development. I like growling those personages that have so much potential. Adelle may be a master manipulator, may be the one holding all the answers, but I love where this story is going.

So suck it up! Or leave, because I never promised that Ad will be in every chapter or that there would be only the trio in the front of the stage!

You could see that I am keeping some of the things from the original series. But I am changing and adding a lot as well. Like….let me think *sarcasm* pahaha! The whole wolves thing- in the show they kill everyone in sight on full moon, but here there would be some changes. I'm thickening the plot and twisting it to my amusement. Muahah! Trust me, werewolves are still blood thirsty animals, but Bon-Bon and Jer-Jer are exceptions and you will slowly see how and why.

GEHEE! Can't wait for that! I have been playing with this idea for a while, so expect some mixture of the folklore wolves and the ones from TVD! I promise the end result will be juicy!

Wink! Wink! w! By the way I'm planning on making Bonnie such a bad ass that it will compensate all the shit she had to go trough in the show! Mark my words.

Kitty Kat- this time around she already has the moon stone, now she needs Elena, but alas as we know Addie has tucked her away in a hidden place away from her evil copy! And Gosh! How much I enjoyed writing the scene where Kat meets again the Salvatores. Heheh! HAHHA! MUAHAH...ughuum...so yeah….she was expecting two yummy rare steaks but got one big green vegan juice in return! (Don't you love my comparisons? Psh...I'm genius! xd)

Let's finish up with our cunning big mama Sheila! She got Kitty good, yeah? This evil smart Bennett witch is one hell of a good schemer, don't you love her? And I am such a sucker for surprises! That's why this chapter ends like that – dun dun duuun! Guess who enters the picture and who just returns from her secret-suicidal-but-brilliant little trip!? I would have written this scene as well, but then I decided to add it to the next update, so that I can upload chapter 21 next week.

Yes! You heard right! I am already working on it, so there is no doubt that in the upcoming weekend you will see what happens next. I promise there would be some hilarious flashbacks of how our girl meets Elijah-the-hottie-in-a-suit, Kitty getting ROASTED and the anticipated Salvatores (which I'm starting to call Sals because come one! Their name is too long and I say it far too often...and duh I'm lazy!) getting some yummy piece of Addie and the true! So don't fret my Salvadellers – there will be smut-smut-smit-smut-smut and so much feels-feels-feels that yo gonna feel h-o-o-o-o-t!

And final scoop- coz I like writing steamy scenes, in this update I laid the basis for another two possible (damn-certain) smutty couples. Yes, our trio will be a blast, but I am a die hard yaoi/gay stories fan and who would ever (and I freaking mean it – EVER) refuse werewolf sex?

Ho-ho-ho!

Christmas will come this summer! Wink-wink! (I think there is something in my eye...hmm xd)

About my late update excuse – Life! End. Of. Story.

Till next time, Salvadellers!

Felly ^^