A Chance With A Werewolf

A Dagger and Ash

Chapter Twelve

I continued to sip on Damon's glass of bourbon, well, he was on his third glass now. He had just got up to go answer the door. "What do you want?" I heard Damon snap. Who could it be, right now? Obviously no one that Damon liked, and that probably means I don't like that person either.

"We didn't finish our conversation," someone replied. It was a male's voice. Sounded very familiar.

"I'll bite," Damon said.

"I've been thinking. Personal feelings aside, Damon I think you and Stefan will do all you can do to protect Elena," the person began speaking, coming into the living room. Ew. It was John. God, I was so sick of seeing his face already.

"You mean Damon, Stefan, and I will do all we can to protect Elena," I corrected John. He shot me a glare and then ignored me.

"We agree with that statement," Damon said, looking at me and giving me a nod. I smiled in appreciation that I was included. Stefan and Damon don't leave me out of things, not even for my own safety. They'll always protect me and therefore I can participate.

I felt bad that Elena couldn't though since the first time she was told 'no' she usually was forced with it. Damon had a soft side for me and always gave in. Stefan knew I was too involved to start sitting out now. No doubt both brothers secretly wish I didn't tag along. They worry about me, definitely, but I'll be fine.

"So I come bearing gifts," John stated and I stopped with the rambling mumbo jumbo in my head. He had gifts? Tell me I get one! Unfortunately I found out what the git was when John placed something on the table across the room, showing Damon. I stood up and walked over to see him unwrapping something from a cloth. "What the hell is that?" Damon questioned.

"This is how you kill an Original."

"Oh, no. Damon, no," I started but Damon smirked and placed a hand over my mouth, nodding for John to continue. I didn't trust John, not one bit. Nor did I want to kill Elijah. He has witches on his side. If we do manage to kill Elijah, well, they'll kill us! No way! Plus why did we want to kill Elijah anyways, he was on our side. He made a deal with Elena. I trust her judgement. And Elijah proved his loyalty by his witch, Jonas, saving our asses tonight.

"In this vial is ash from a white oak tree that dates back to the genesis of the Originals. The dagger must be dipped into the ash and then plunged into their heart," John informed, doing a slight demonstration of stabbing someone, pointing the dagger at Damon, who quickly snatched it out of John's hand.

"How do you know all this, John?" Damon asked, finally releasing his hand from my mouth. I huffed and crossed my arms, sitting on the very exact table John had used to open the dagger and ash. I wasn't bothering his things so whatever.

"Isobel," John answered simply. "She's very good at finding out things."

"A lot of sluts are," I quipped.

"But, of course, you know that," John said back to Damon, as if I hadn't spoken.

"Where is Isobel?" Damon wondered.

"Let's just say if she accomplishes what she's attempting, Klaus will never set foot in Mystic Falls. Where Elena's concerned, you and I are on the same side," John answered before turning around and letting himself out.

"Don't speak," Damon ordered as I went to talk. I closed my mouth and glared at him.

"You're making a mistake trusting him. If he had a weapon to kill an Original, why give it to you and not kill Elijah himself?" I mused.

"He's a human. I'm a vampire. He's no chance, up against Elijah."

"Because he's human," I assumed.