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CHAPTER FIVE, so screwed.
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SORELLE LEFT THE NEXT MORNING and went back to the Forbes Residence to get changed. Liz, as always, wasn't home—most likely already at work. Caroline also wasn't home which wasn't that strange to Sorelle since the blonde has always been an early bird, the complete opposite of her.
Once she had finished, Sorelle drove back to the Salvatore Boarding House. She bumped into Andie when she arrived, Sorelle shot her a confusing glance, her mouth opening and closing as she was taken aback by the woman's presence.
"Hi, good morning." Andie smiled, "Sorry. Damon called me, so I just came by for a bit but I'm leaving now."
"Uh-huh." Sorelle blinked, stepping aside for her to walk out the door. "Good morning. . . ?" Andie gave her one last smile before walking to her car and leaving. Sorelle pursed her lips and shook her head, closing the front door behind her before walking up the stairs to Damon's room.
". . .Tyler Lockwood ran away from home last night." Sorelle rapped her knuckles gently on the door causing Damon to look over. His eyebrows raised at her and he pointed to his phone mouthing 'Stefan'.
Sorelle quietly let out an 'Ah', walking over to take a seat on Damon's bed. Damon leaned against the pillar of his bed and switched to speakerphone so that Sorelle could hear the conversation as well.
"How do you know?" Stefan asked, his voice tinged with confusion.
"Well, I heard it from Ellie, say hi, Ellie." Damon responded, giving Sorelle a tilt of his head.
"Hi, Stef."
"Elle? Hey!" Stefan's voice was cheery as he greeted the Madden girl. A wide smile curled on her lips as she shook her head fondly.
"Anyways!" Damon cuts in, "I heard it from Ellie, and later on Sheriff Forbes told me who heard it from a very distraught Carol Lockwood, thus, ending our werewolf chapter—well, not really since Ellie's still here." Damon received a harsh smack from Sorelle at that causing him to snort, "Which brings us to. . ."
Stefan sighed, "Killing Elijah."
"Exactly." Damon smirked. Sorelle made a face and pressed her lips into a thin line.
"I think killing Elijah is a bad idea, I mean. . . he's literally our only chance at killing Klaus."
"Sweet, sweet Ellie." Damon purred, "Don't worry, we got this." Sorelle merely rolls her eyes in response, idiot.
"Well," Stefan spoke up with a sigh, "It's not going to be easy. He's crafty."
"Well, I've got a crafty little dagger." Damon retorted as he walked to his dresser, holding up the dagger in his hand and Sorelle sighed, this will not end well—she just knew it.
