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"Morgan." Ugh, what was that sound? Why were the lights so fucking bright? "It's Stefan." Something dripped on my lips, it took me a moment to recognize the metallic taste of blood.

Holy shit.

No.

No. No. No. No.

I couldn't have been daggered very long and Stefan releasing me early wouldn't be very good for his health. I was able to stir ever so slightly, and the need to feed was stronger than usual.

"Hey, I have to close the lid, but there's a blood bag next to you, drink it and get the hell out of here. I'm sorry it took me so long, it was a while before I earned Klaus' trust." He brushed his knuckle against my cheek. "Thank you for saving me."

Then I heard the tell tale sound of the lid closing and I was once again plunged into darkness.

Though it hadn't clicked into place. It wasn't locked.

Footsteps moved away from my coffin.

It hurt to move my arm. They were sore and it felt like my skin was sandpaper against my bones. I felt around for the blood bag, because even if I wasn't sure I was going to leave, it would be a welcome break from desiccating.

I let out a small sigh when I found it, greedily downing the blood. I knew I had to slow down, that if I didn't, I could trigger the ripper in me.

But it was just so good.

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I couldn't stop. My precious control was slipping. I'd drained the blood bag. Veins descended down my cheeks.

Why did Stefan do this to me?!

I needed more.

And I needed out of this coffin.

It was suffocating. The darkness.

I shoved the lid upward, and had to immediately shut my eyes against the lights. They were too bright.

Why did I feel so exhausted?

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. We were in a city, that much I was certain. Mystic Falls didn't sound like that. There were far too many cars, too many heartbeats.

It was too loud.

"Morgan." I froze, squinting at the voice through the gaps between my fingers. Nik stood above Stefan's body. "Seems big brother felt a little guilty about your daggering."

"You're going to put it back?" Where had the dagger gone?

"Not at the moment, no." He folded his hands behind his back. "Something you'll be glad to know."

"I thought you were angry with me." I folded my legs so I could sit more comfortably.

"Oh I am, but I know how partial you are to fresh air." He stepped over Stefan. "While your brother played his cards well, I could hear your heart even after he'd shut the lid."

"Do you have any more blood?"

Nik chuckled. "I'm afraid that even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you. I know that ripper is just begging to get out, and Elijah would find a way to kill me if I allowed you to ruin what the two of you have built."

I glanced at Stefan, making sure he hadn't heard.

Nik stopped just short of my coffin, offering his hand. "No, I have a much better chore for you."

"Why?"

"Stefan is having some... adjustment issues."

Ah. So that's the real reason he wanted me to wake up. He needed something. "I don't want to lose control."

"It will take a moment to readjust. Once you have, the temptation will fade."

"Will you compel me?"

"Doesn't work like that sweetheart, and you know it."

I grasped his hand and he assisted me out of the coffin. "Where are we?"

"Tennessee."

"Why the fuck are we in Tennessee?"

"Language, Morgan." Nik scolded. "I might not have Elijah's patented disappointed stare, but there are still rules you are to follow."

"I'm not fifteen anymore." I groaned.

"And yet centuries too young. We'll reevaluate when you've hit five hundred."

"Oh is that the new eighteen?"

He rolled his eyes.

"But really, why are we in the middle of nowhere?"

"I'm looking for wolves to turn."

Oh. "You want hybrids like you." He really was going to amass an army. I mean, he'd spoken of it certainly, but I never thought we'd get there.

"Yes, but to do that, we have to find the ever elusive breed. I'd prefer it if we could test out entire packs. For now though, the only lead we have is a man named Ray Sutton. He'll be at a bar. What I'd like from you is to help Stefan realize he's on the winning team."

"Why is Stefan here in the first place?"

"He traded his life for Damon's. I believe he had a rather nasty wolf's bite." Nik spun on his heel. "It appears martyrdom runs in the Salvatore line."

"How would you have saved Damon from a wolf bite? That's impossible." He had to be dead.

"My hybrid nature makes my blood the cure."

Oh shit. "That- that kind of makes sense." He had wolf blood.

"Now, we have a date with Ray."

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