The Prince of Mystic Falls

40. Blotched Investigation

Pairing: Kol/Tyler (M/m) otk, hand, paddle

Marcel couldn't sleep. He went to the balcony and stared down at the tourists and musicians in the street below. He felt Rebekah come up behind him, and quote, "'And in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king! Then happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.'"

"If you're sayin' maybe we shoulda stayed in Mystic Falls, I'm not arguing with you," Marcel replied taking her hand.

"Here, have an apple. The old plantation house is lousy with them. I went to check on the house and get some of my old things. Come on," Rebekah said tossing the round, red fruit at him.

"Nah, reminds me of when I couldn't even touch one of them apples, even the rotten ones, without getting my ass beat," Marcel remembering his human life as a slave on his father's plantation.

"Marcel, what can I do to help? Want me to maim some witches? I'm happy to rouse the cauldron single-handedly," Rebekah promised. She hated to see Marcel in this state. He was overwhelmed was the mess the factions were in.

"It's this Harvest ritual, they really think it's okay to slit four little girls' throats for more power. Witches! Honestly, Rebekah, I think we could save those kids, even if their own people won't," Marcel thundered pounding the mental railing.

"Then, we'll save them. You know how I saved the Casket Girls in 1751 right before they were heading to said Governor's mansion? It was worth it then, it will be worth it now. Let me help you," Rebekah insisted.

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The next day:

Matt had texted Tyler a couple of times already with no response. He was starting to get worried. It was after dinner, Jenna was at something for one of her classes. They had all just had leftovers on their own. Matt guessed he had grown used to the family meals they always had at the mansion. Elena was never around, but constantly with with Stefan or at the Salvatore Boarding House. Damon also came back a lot which her, which Matt thought was odd. Was something going on between Damon and Elena? It wasn't Matt's business anymore, but he found it strange.

Matt went by Jeremy's room to see if he had heard from Tyler, or talked to him. Jeremy's room was empty. Matt padded downstairs in his bare feet. Alaric had fallen asleep on the couch reading some history book that looked old and boring. Jeez, the guy was a little young to be sleeping at 8pm. Sad.

Matt heard a thud from the basement. He opened the door and called, "Jer? Dude, are you down there?"

There was no answer, but then he had a thwack and a muffled cry.

"Alaric! Wake up. Someone's in the basement," Matt shook Alaric awake.

"What? Okay, hold on," Alaric got up and got a baseball bat from the umbrella stand. He indicated for Matt to stay in the living room. Hell, no. Matt wasn't going to let him get killed alone. Alaric turned back again and mouthed, "Stay!"

Matt paused a few seconds and then started behind Alaric again. He could help.

Alaric turned on the basement light and yelled, "What's going on down there?"

"Ric! Help!" a voice called out muffled.

"Damon? Is that you?" Alaric asked, hurrying around.

"Jeremy Gilbert, what the hell are you doing?" Alaric shouted as he saw Jeremy pointing his crossbow at Damon, who was already shot with several special vervain bolts. Damon had been netted with a vervain soaked net and then Jeremy tied a muffled around his head. The vervain was sizzling as it burned Damon.