The Last Petrova

That Girl is with the Salvatore Brothers

I park my car in the secluded woods next to the Salvatore House, and travel the rest of the way there on foot. I stop once I arrive at the front doors. Instead of walking through them, I walk halfway around the house so that I'm closest to where the living room is. From there, I press my ear up against the wooden wall, and concentrate.

"Join me for a little victory drink?" Damon asks.

"Should wait until Klaus is dead," Stefan says.

"Why are you so extra broody? Did you see the way we stood up to Elena? I like you on my team. Must have driven her nuts," Damon says, the usual humor apparent in his voice.

"You still think she's gonna screw this up, don't you?" Stefan asks.

A couple seconds go by without an answer.

"I think somebody needs to talk to her. She's not gonna listen to anything I say," Damon says.

"Is it because of your little sleepover?" Stefan asks.

I roll my eyes and gag a little as I remember the fact that something happened between Damon and Rebekah last night.

"It's not my fault she decided to get jealous," Damon shrugs.

"Well, given who you chose to sleep with, I would say it's one hundred percent your fault," Stefan says.

"Whatever. Did you a favor. Now you can come in and sweep her off her feet," Damon says.

"Nah. She's better off without me. Sure as hell better off without you," Stefan says.

I sigh in exasperation. For how long am I going to have to listen to these two idiots whine about who gets to date who?

"Fine," Damon snaps. "Neither one of us gets her. Just make sure she doesn't screw up Esther's plan," he says.

I hear someone- probably Damon from the sound of the footsteps- getting up.

I curse and vamp-race back into the forest. That wasn't much, but it was something. At least now I know for sure that Esther really does have a plan in motion, a plan that involves killing Klaus.

"Elijah?" I say, bringing my phone up to my ear, "You might want to head over to Elena's. I've got a lot of things to tell you."

*****

One hour later.

"I can't find her anywhere," Stefan says as he enters the living room.

I turn on my heels and face him with a satisfied smile on my face.

Stefan stops when he sees me and frowns.

"What are you doing in my house?" he says warily.

Damon sighs from next to me.

"Hello, Stefan," I say, running a hand through my hair.

"She has Elena," Damon says bluntly, his hand shaking as he grips onto a glass of bourbon.

"Actually," I say, "She's with Rebekah. As you can imagine, the barbie bitch is just dying to tear dear Elena's throat out."

Stefan's expression hardens as he faces me. "Remember how a couple months ago, you were willing to give your life for a chance for Elena to live?" Stefan spits at me.

I shrug. "Circumstances have changed, love. I have a reason to live now," I say.

Stefan laughs in disbelief. "A reason to live? What, you mean the whole 'friends with benefits' thing you have with Klaus?" he says.