Evelyn Gilbert (TVD)

The Last Dance

Evelyn

"You really think Bonnie can take on Klaus?" Damon asks.

"She said she could channel enough witches power to kill him. Elijah thought that would work, and he was an original, so..." Stefan replies.

"Just need to find him," Damon says.

"Yeah."

"But how are we going to find someone we don't know? All we know is his name; we don't even know what he looks like." I start to pace.

"Could she do one of those witch tracking spells?" Damon questions.

"Nope. Not without something that belongs to Klaus." Stefan answers. "Believe me, I already asked."

"I just want to stop worrying about this and go back to sleep." I sigh and sit down on the bricks next to Damon.

"You can't ignore problems by sleeping," Damon tells me.

"Well, maybe if you didn't wake me up, I probably could." I sarcastically smile at him.

"Oh, you're grumpy; is it because I woke you up early?" He crosses his arms, smiling.

"Too early; I wanted to sleep in." I pout.

"Don't blame me, blame Stefan." He points at Stefan, making me glare at him.

"Elena wanted to do this early." Stefan chuckles. The door finally opens.

"Thank you, Mr. Henry." He and Elena shake hands. After he leaves, we walk up the door frame, watching Elena walk back into the house, and I clear my throat, making her stop and turn around.

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot," she says before walking back to the door. "Evelyn, my amazing, beautiful sister." I motion for her to keep going. "Would you like to come into my house?"

"Into this beautiful house? Of course I would." I walk in and stand behind Elena, holding up my index finger and my thumb in the shape of an 'L' and mouth, "Losers." Making Stefan chuckle and Damon roll his eyes.

"Stefan. Would you like to come inside my house?" He smiles at her.

"I would love to. Thank you." He walks in and playfully bumps my shoulder, making me chuckle.

"What are we, twelve?" Damon asks, still standing at the door frame, waiting to be let inside.

"One of us is."

"I'd like to point out that someone else around here acts like a twelve year old." He looks at me, and I look behind me.

"Oh, you're looking at me. I thought you were looking in a mirror or something." I smile sarcastically at him, and he copies me.

"If I let you in, do you promise to obey the owner of this house?"

"No." He furrows his brows.

"Seriously, Damon. My way. You promised. I call the shots. No lies, no secret agendas. Remember?" He leans his hand against the doorway.

"Yes, Elena. Sure."

"Then please, come in." He walks inside, and he glares at me, making my smile drop.

I look around and start to walk away. "Would you look at the time I have—" he cuts me off, grabbing the back of my shirt.

"No, you don't." Bonnie walks to Elena and hands over her jacket.

"Thanks."

"Wait, where are you going?" Stefan questions.

"To school." Elena answers, and I smile.