Wayward Hearts: Book 2

Part 30

Damon hung up his phone after talking with Elena, who had tricked him and snapped his neck in the middle of the night. He sucked up his pride and called Stefan.

"So we have a problem," Damon said, not even giving Stefan a chance to talk.

"Damon, what did you do?" Stefan asked, expectantly.

"Let's just said two bitches just snapped my neck," Damon almost growled.

Stefan sighed, "Please tell me this isn't going where I think it is."

"The lead that I had on Katherine, Elena stole," Damon was shocked when Stefan didn't say anything, "if you're searching for the words to tell me how badly I screwed up, save your breath."

"I didn't stop the massacres," Stefan said flatly.

Damon was shocked, "Guess Silas has everything he needs, except a Phoenix and the cure."

"Yeah," Stefan agreed hesitantly and hung up, the longer it was taking Emma to appear, the more likely it seemed that Silas had her.

Stefan took his phone back out and called Matt.

"What's up?" Matt answered his phone, Stefan could hear the sound of the Grill behind him.

"Emma might be missing," Stefan got straight to the point, "have you seen her?"

"No? Wait what? Em is missing?" Matt was instantly alarmed.

"Yeah, I need you to get with the Sheriff and find her."

"What about Sam and Dean? Where is Damon?"

"I don't want them to get involved until I know for sure that she is in trouble."

"Uh, all right, I'll find her," Matt said with a small level of confidence.

"Thanks," Stefan said before hanging up and heading out to meet up with Damon.

Stefan picked up Damon on the side of the road just outside of New York City. Damon was grumbling as he got in.

"If they so much as even scratched the paint on my car..." Damon said threateningly.

"Well, just be grateful Sheriff Forbes was able to track down the car after you let them, ah," Stefan couldn't help but rub it in his brother's face for being outsmarted, "you know, steal it from you."

Damon rolled his eyes, "Remind me to send her some mini-muffins. Do we really need ten gallons of gas, or are you making me just lug this around as punishment?"

"Well, they ditched your car after it ran out of fuel," Stefan smiled, "you gotta fill it up. Got a hundred miles before we get to Willoughby."

"Yeah, well I don't remember that name from the list of places I got from New York," Damon shook his head.

Stefan smirked, "Oh, the list? The list they stole from right under your nose, after you let your guard down? They'll be there. Sheriff Forbes tracked down the car they stole after yours."

"Screw the muffins. I'll get her champagne," Damon began pouring the gas into his tank, "if Elena is wherever it may be."

Stefan shook his head slightly amused, "Willoughby."

"Right whatever," Damon sighed, "I take it Emma is still pissed at me."

"Ugh, probably, you left her with a lot of confused emotions," Stefan quickly passed the blame onto his brother to deflect in hopes that Damon would drop the subject, "I'm shocked she hasn't burned down the house yet."