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"Ric!" Damon greeted with his usual smirk as he saw the man walking into the Salvatore Boarding House. He leaned casually against the wall, swirling the Bourbon in his glass.
Alaric dropped the box he was carrying onto the table with a heavy thud, turning to Jeremy. The youngest Gilbert was already peering into the box, his brow furrowed in curiosity. Inside, the box was filled to the brim with old papers and files.
"What are you doing here?" Alaric asked, raising an eyebrow at the teenager.
Jeremy looked up from the papers. "Helping Damon. I'm the one who found out about the moonstone."
"From who?" Alaric questioned, his tone wary.
"Tyler." Jeremy answered, his voice casual as he pulled out a few papers, flipping through them.
"Mhm." Alice hummed, seated comfortably on the couch, her legs crossed as she watched the conversation unfold, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She seemed to be enjoying the back-and-forth, her attention lazily drifting to the contents of the box.
Damon strolled over, his interest piqued by the mention of the moonstone. "What do you got?" He asked, his tone almost nonchalant as he took a sip of his drink, but there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes.
Alaric sighed, knowing Damon was never one for small talk. "This is Isobel's research from Duke. Her assistant sent it to me." He explained, gesturing to the box.
A smirk tugged at Damon's lips. "Vanessa, the hottie?"
"Yeah, Vanessa. Yes," Alaric said, rolling his eyes at Damon's predictable response. "Now, do you remember the Aztec curse she told us about?"
Damon took another sip and shrugged. "The sun and the moon, bla bla bla?"
Jeremy, now standing beside the two men, added, "The Aztec curse—cool." His interest had clearly been piqued by the ancient legend, despite Damon's dismissive tone.
Alaric nodded, getting back on track. "Yes, supposedly vampires and werewolves used to roam freely until a shaman put a curse on them to eliminate their power. Since then, werewolves can only turn on a full moon, and vampires are weakened by the sun."
Damon walked toward the fireplace, waving his hand in the air with exaggerated flair. "Most of them, anyway." He muttered under his breath, clearly unimpressed by the curse's effect on most vampires. The flickering light from the fire cast shadows on his face, but his expression remained as smug as ever.
Alaric, choosing to ignore Damon's theatrics, continued. "According to the legend, the werewolf part of the curse is sealed with the moonstone." He pulled out an old, weathered drawing from the box, showing it to Jeremy, who squinted to make out the details.
"What do you mean, sealed?" Jeremy asked, genuinely curious as he studied the drawing.
"It's a witch thing," Damon chimed in, turning back to face the group. "Whatever seals the curse is the key to unsealing the curse." His tone was matter-of-fact, but there was a gleam in his eyes that suggested he was taking this more seriously than his previous jokes let on.
Alaric gave a slight nod, considering Damon's explanation. "Maybe Mason Lockwood believes it's the moonstone that can break the curse." He suggested, glancing toward Damon.
"If we start believing in some supernatural witchy-woo legend from a picture book, we're idiots." Damon scoffed, his sarcasm sharp as he leaned against the mantelpiece, yet something in his posture hinted that he wasn't entirely dismissing the idea.
Alice, who had been quiet until now, suddenly sat up straighter, her expression shifting as she spoke up. "But would it be possible?"She asked, her voice more serious than before.
Damon raised an eyebrow at her but didn't comment, instead turning his attention to Jeremy. "Who has the stone now?" He asked, his voice sharp, cutting through the room.
"Tyler," Jeremy answered without hesitation.
"Can you get it?" Damon pressed, his tone carrying a sense of urgency now.
"Yeah," Jeremy responded, his voice steady.
Damon smirked again, satisfied with the answer. "See, now your life has purpose," he quipped, throwing a quick glance at the youngest Gilbert before turning away.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, ignoring the jab as he shot Damon a questioning look. "So you believe it?" he asked, pressing Damon for his real opinion, sensing that despite all the sarcasm, Damon might actually think there was something to this legend.
"It's the same book that says a werewolf bite kills a vampire. Ignoring it would make me an even bigger idiot." Damon replied with a shrug, already walking towards the door. His casual demeanor didn't quite mask the tension in his voice. "Let's go." He added, not waiting for the others as he pushed open the door, stepping out into the cool night air.
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Published: October 21, 2024
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