𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 || 𝐣. 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

THE TRAVELER KNIFE WAS GONE, AND SO WAS TYLER. They had no clue where he was because they had not heard from him in a day or so, but he told them that he had left the Traveler knife in the piano. Guess where it was! Not the piano. As Jeremy climbed up off the floor, he grimaced, "Ugh! Whose nasty-ass boxers are under the couch"

"Ew! If you guys and Tyler are going to rekindle your bromance in my house, then you have to keep your underwear in your freaking rooms!" Charlie exclaimed, her eyebrows cinching in disgust. She hated living with boys. There were some benefits when it came to Jeremy, but other than that, she despised it.

"Not mine. I actually do my laundry," Matt insisted, but either one of them was lying or they were Tyler's. Either way, she would not be the one to get them out from under the couch. The Donovan boy walked into the room with a sigh. "It's not in the floor safe."

Jeremy sighed as he checked every crack and crevice in the entire parlor. Charlie groaned and collapsed onto the couch. They had been searching all day, and she was convinced that it had disintegrated or something. "Or the kitchen cabinets or the garage or the bookshelves. The Traveler knife is gone."

"Are we sure Tyler hid it where he said he did?" Matt questioned, walking over to the TV and checking all around it and the thable the it was on.

Both of the teenagers shot him a look. If it was hidden where Tyler said it was, then they would have stopped searching hours ago because they would have found it in the first place they looked. Jeremy answered him in an annoyed voice, "Well, obviously not."

"Dingdong!" Damon shouted from outside. He waved at them through the window, but they all just stared blankly at him. Ever since Damon turned on them, like, four different times and tried to kill them, they had been very "Invite me in."

"We can hear you just fine from there," Charlie informed him, and she walked over to the window and smiled at him as he just glared at her. There was no way that she was allowing him into the house. They needed at least one safe space from him.

He rolled his eyes at her stubbornness, and she could tell that he was contemplating throwing a rock through the window at her. "Oh, I'm so sorry I interrupted whatever weird ritual you three were doing, but I just want to de-passenger the great citizens of Mystic Falls using your magical Traveler knife, so hand it over."