❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚
𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚.❞
─ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, BLAIR LOCKWOOD
returns to Mystic Falls after five years of absence and finds herself entangled with Damon Salvatore, uninte...
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BLAIR's PHONEBUZZED INSISTENTLY ON THE NIGHTSTAND,breaking the silence of her room.
She glanced at the screen, seeing Jules' name flashing. Sighing, she picked up the call, her voice tense. "Jules, what is it?"
"Blair, I need to tell you something."
"What now?" Blair snapped, her emotions still raw from her recent encounter with Damon.
Her revenge on him had been satisfying, but it felt like a drop in the ocean of her anger.
"I told Tyler." Jules said. "I told him about Mason. About how Damon and Stefan killed him."
Blair froze, her grip on the phone tightening.
"You did what? Jules, why did you lie? Stefan didn't kill Mason."
Jules paused for a moment before speaking, her voice steady. "Blair, Stefan is just as much a part of this. He kept it a secret from you. They're both guilty."
Blair's mind raced. Stefan had always been the more level-headed brother, but he had kept this devastating secret.
Her anger surged anew, directed now at both Salvatore brothers. "But Stefan didn't actually kill him, Jules. He didn't—"
"Blair, listen to me." Jules interrupted.
"Stefan's silence is just as much a betrayal. He knew what Damon did, and he chose to protect his brother instead of telling you the truth."
"You can't let him off the hook just because he didn't physically kill Mason. He's been lying to you this whole time. They all have."
Blair realized, what Jules is saying is the truth. The people she thought of as 'friends' all lied to her. They were all in it together.
Blair felt a flicker of dark satisfaction. She wasn't alone in this anymore. Tyler's anger mirrored her own, and together, they could make both Damon and Stefan pay.
"Alright. We'll do this together."
Jules' voice softened. "Of course. I have to go now."
"Okay, see you."
Blair ended the call and tossed her phone onto the bed, her heart pounding in her chest.
Blair sat on the edge of her bed and picked up a framed photo from her nightstand.
On the photo were her and Mason from happier times—Mason's arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder, both of them smiling under the bright Florida sun.
The memories rushed back, each one sharper than the last.
Mason teaching her to drive, his patience endless despite her numerous mistakes.
