"Oh, come on, Stefan. Get into the spirit of adventure! Let Alex follow the cryptic tale and find the Devil's Spear! Quite the treasure." Damon chuckled to himself. "Just don't drag in a coffin on this rug; I really don't feel like dealing with an exterminator for those pesky bugs." He turned his attention back to Alex, "Oh I will. Have fun, you and Tori will have so much to catch up on."

Alex nodded once, shoving the book into the inner pocket of her jacket. She thought about pulling out her phone and making a call but she knew that— as soon as she cashed in her favor— Rose-Marie would no longer remain loyal to her. She glared at Damon as she moved, shaking her head. Damon shrugged, turning his attention the flames in the fireplace. Alex stomped out the front door, talking to herself as she made her way back to the Mikaelson estate. Explaining the situation to Jenna the right way was becoming exceedingly difficult. She mentally kicked herself for compelling the girl into forgetting what she was when they had met in college.

"Hey, Buffy, I know I just told you I'm a 1,031-year-old original vampire but now I'm off to undagger my sister." She grumbled to herself as she sped through the woods, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, yeah, and my girlfriend that I thought I had locked under a church 145 years ago is leaving cute little notes for me to follow and figure out where my little sister is hidden." Stumbling over a log, Alex continued.

"I know we've had this thing going on for a while, Sommers, but it seems like things have to come to a brutal halt before my girlfriend, who looks just like your niece that I swore to protect, shows up and rips your head off and serves it to me on a silver platter because she's fucking psycho." She couldn't understand how Katherine could have snuck away the night that the tombs were set ablaze. It took half of her trip back to her home for her to finally put the pieces together. Who wanted Katherine's love more than anything, enchanted the Gilbert gadgets when denied it, highly likely could have used the Comet's power to create an illusion powerful enough that I couldn't see past it, and then was burned at the stake with no remorse? She thought to herself, shaking her head for being stupid enough to not have seen it before. "Emily Bennett," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. Alex was going to need Tori for the storm that was coming, even if Katherine wasn't out.

She shook her head as she came to a full stop, furrowing her brow when she heard the heavy breathing coming from behind her. Stefan ran as quickly as he could to keep up with Alex but it wasn't nearly enough. Her speed and stamina were much stronger than his own. When they finally reached the estate the Salvatore was slightly tired, doubled over to catch his breath. He rolled his neck and shoulders as he stood up.

"So where exactly is her riddle leading?" Stefan asked as he took a few steps closer. His eyes, however, taking in the older property. "You seem very adamant about Katherine Pierce doing a selfless thing like this. Honestly, it's unheard of."

Alex pulled the book out of her back pocket to point it at Stefan. She should have questioned why he followed, but she could use his help getting her sister out of the ground. "Stef there are things in here, in this small green book, that connect Tori, Nik and myself to Tatia. Things that haven't been spoken to anyone in almost 500 years. Yes, Katherine was heartless to those who crossed her path, but she was the keeper of secrets; misunderstood. Nik slaughtered her family, Stefan. I don't even think she remembers what it was like to have even a sliver of her true humanity. But this," Alex shook the book near her head for a moment. "This is the Katherine I met before all of that."

He took a moment to study Alex, "You have always seen her differently than we have. You know who she truly is at her core. I will admit that I don't, so, if you really believe Katherine took the risk to come back in 1930 to find Tori, then I believe you. Let's just hope she knew what she was talking about."

"She hated the person she was before she turned, Stefan. It's not easy going back to being someone you once saw as weak and vulnerable." Alex sighed as she returned her book to her back pocket. "But don't get me wrong, just because she's trying doesn't mean she's allowed to just waltz back into my life like nothing happened."

"I understand that more than you think I do," Stefan muttered. "Figuring Katherine out is something I gave up on a long time ago." He shook his head. "And I know, Alex. Though, personally, I wouldn't let her back in my life. I've had over one hundred years to come to terms with her and what happened."

Alex shook her head in frustration. "You knew Katherine Pierce. That person, Stefan, is vastly different from Katerina Petrova." She let out a sigh, tilting her head at the younger Salvatore. Stefan ran his tongue over his front teeth. He wasn't sure he believed that Katherine could be anything other than— well— Katherine, but he wasn't going to argue his point. Alex returned her attention to the task at hand.

"To move to the future, you must go to the past. Where ancient bones fell and familiars' dwell. It's the original site of Mystic Falls. Where Tori and I grew up... where Tatia was burned on the pyre." She rolled up her sleeves, nodding towards the barn in the far back. "My truck's in there, it won't take us long to get out to where Tori is hidden. The ancestral site isn't too far away."

Stefan listened as she explained exactly where they were going. "Why would he bury her there? Wouldn't her magic be stronger there?" Stefan would be the first to admit he didn't know a lot about magic, but the magic that ran through the Mikaelson sister's veins was a whole other story. "And has he ever buried anyone before?" Alex rolled her eyes, turning back at Stefan as she tilted her head at him.

"Stefan, no one else has been to the estate in years. I lived here before Elena's parents died, and now I need to somehow explain to Elena that my baby sister needs someone to keep an eye on her so she doesn't go full Death's Spear on Mystic Falls. I have a bug-out bag in the truck, but it hasn't been updated since Damon and I were in New York in the 90's. I hope Tori's comfortable in grunge." She let out a chuckle as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Yes, her magic will be more powerful, but she's still paralyzed from the white oak. I just hope she doesn't try and rip my head off for unknowingly letting her live in her own hellscape for 145 years." Stefan nodded in response before glancing once more at the large building in front of him.

"I think she'll just be thankful for whatever you have so she doesn't have to be in those clothes." He sighed at the thought of how Tori could possibly revert to a ripper. "Once she feeds she'll be okay. Yes, Tori can be hungry, but she also has a form of control I've never seen in anyone else. Even when she is Death's Spear. She'll listen to you." He gave Alex a reassuring smile, "Alright, get the truck and shovels. I'm going to grab your stash." The blonde nodded, looking towards the barn.

"There's a cooler next to the large fridge in the basement. Just fill it until it's almost unable to close. I'll meet you out back when you're done." And with that, Alex took off.