"IS IT DONE?" ASKED THE WOMAN. In a dark room with two chairs facing each other sat a woman clouded in a darkness that no one could see through and a certain young man with sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes. Thatcher Greenberg. He was fidgeting, his hands continuously moving in his lap as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. He didn't bother to wipe them away as he was too scared to even move a muscle. When Thatcher had first met the woman, he was intrigued. She was alluring, beautiful and older than he was. And because he was an eighteen year-old horny little boy, he chased her immediately. Just like she suspected. And so for the last couple months, the woman had completely gotten Thatcher to fall in love with her. To be at her every beck and call and do exactly as she wished.
Thatcher nodded and smiled weakly, a crazed look in his eyes as looked up at the woman he believed was the love of his life.
"Yes. yes, it's done. Now can we be together? I don't care about her or anything. I just want to be with you. Only you," He blubbered, reaching out for her. The woman smiled behind her shroud of magic, taking his hand gracefully as she rubbed a thumb over the knuckle of his index finger. He had served her well. He had followed every instruction. From the moment she had discovered the young Salvatore attending Mystic Falls High last year, she had contacted Thatcher, knowing the young girl's attraction to him. At first, she was going to use Sadie Fell, the girl's best friend. But it was too obvious. If Elena or Damon got a whiff of animosity from the girl or a sudden change in attraction, it would have alarmed them. The woman wanted her plan to work. She wanted everything to fall into place until the fatal night where she made Thatcher lure Stefanie Salvatore to the woods to be turned into a vampire.
"Oh, Thatcher. Of course we can. Come closer, my love. I'll lower the cloud. Just come to me," The woman breathed, her voice soft and enticing. Thatcher smiled immediately and scrambled out of his seat as he lunged for the love of his life. Just as he was about to reach her, the woman blinked out of existence only to appear behind him. His face fell as he stood there aimlessly searching in the dark. He growled and turned around, seeing the woman standing there, still behind her cloud of magic.
"I need you. Please, let me have you," He groaned as he walked forward. The woman sighed out of boredom and twisted her right hand clockwise in a quick motion and just like that, Thatcher Greenberg's neck snapped and he fell to the ground, dead. The woman waved her hand across her face, the cloud of magic falling. She fixed her hair, ran a hand through her fly-aways and began working on discombobulating the teenage boy's body to the point of no recognition.
