chapter 5: stop, you're losing me...

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"If we're going to talk about Tessa, I think I need that caffeine." He smiled.

She did too, handing him the cup of coffee she'd made him.

After taking a sip he spoke up. "So, uh, what's with the wake-up call?" He asked.

"I miss you." Elena stated, blatantly.



"So you live in this giant mansion with two doppelgängers who are destined to fall in love? Huh. There's a sitcom in there somewhere." Tessa retorted.

It was as if Damon couldn't have a normal conversation these days without someone bringing up the fact that his brother and girlfriend are quite literally meant for each other.

Like it wasn't clear to him before. Now the universe was just shoving it into his face.



Elena, thinking back to her conversation with Stefan, remembers telling him how they should start fresh instead of describing a past bond. And when he told her he'd gotten his memories back, she was overjoyed. She'd been so desperate for Stefan to remember everything that looking back, she realized the confused expression on his face. The masked pain on it.

Because he wasn't as happy about his memories hitting him like a truck like you'd think.

"If I don't kill him I'm gonna lose my mind or I'm gonna turn off my humanity or both. "

She remembers him telling her.

"—now where's tweedle dee and tweedle dumb?" She heard Quetsiyah's voice.

She groaned and made her way to them.

If Elena had a penny for everytime some millennium old supernatural entity wanted her blood, she'd be pretty fucking rich. She silently thought.



"What... is that?" Amara asked, innocently, as Tessa placed the grimoire on the table.

"It's Bonnie's grimoire." Elena piped in.

"A grim...what?" She said, puzzled.

Huh. Looks like they didn't have grimoires 2000 years ago. Shocker.

"It's a magic spellbook." Katherine sarcastically mentioned.

"It's a talisman. Since Bonnie can't be here, her grimoire will have to do. Hands in, palms up." Quetsiyah instructed.

Tessa then proceeded to aggressively cut Amara's palm.

Yikes, talk about holding a grudge.



The lights crackled, the house was practically shaking.

"What's happening?!" Elena screamed.

"Silas is happening!" Qetsiyah yelled.


Great. The lights were off. Silas just had to fuse the power. As if bringing your best friend back from the dead wasn't hard enough.



Right before he sped into kill Silas, he saw them. Silas and Amara. Carbon copies of him and...

It was like looking into a mirror.

But he didn't need any more reminders. What he needed was to kill his evil doppelgänger in hopes of completely closing this chapter. For good.

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