The forgotten sister.

Savior

Damon and Stefan moved swiftly through the dense woods, their senses sharp and focused. The night air was cool, and the moonlight barely broke through the thick canopy of trees overhead. They had been searching relentlessly for Jules, following every lead, every gut instinct that might bring them closer to finding her. Now, as they approached the abandoned building deep in the forest, Damon could feel they were close.

Stefan glanced over at Damon, a question in his eyes. "You think she's here?"

Damon nodded. "If Logan wants to stay hidden, this place is perfect. No one comes out here. And if he's keeping her anywhere, it's got to be someplace he knows we won't check first."

They slowed their approach, taking in the sight of the dilapidated structure. It was a forgotten relic, a place that looked like it had been abandoned for years. The windows were shattered, the walls covered in graffiti and vines. As they got closer, they picked up the faint sounds of muffled voices and the occasional scream—sounds that made Damon's blood boil.

"That's her," Damon said, his voice low and edged with anger. "She's in there."

Stefan nodded, his face set in determination. "Let's be smart about this. Logan's desperate, and that makes him dangerous."

They crept closer, using the shadows to their advantage. They slipped through a broken window, landing silently on the creaky wooden floor inside. The air was thick with dust and decay, and the faint sounds of Jules' voice, weak and pained, guided them down the dark hallway.

As they approached the room, Logan's voice cut through the stillness. "You don't even know, do you?" Logan sneered. "Your mom—she's not who you think she is. She's the reason I ended up like this. She's the reason I had to dig myself out of a grave."

Jules' voice, though faint, was defiant. "You're lying... my mom wouldn't do that. She's not like you."

Logan laughed, a bitter sound that echoed off the walls. "Oh, she's worse. She didn't have the guts to kill me herself, but she didn't hesitate to bury me when Alaric took care of it. She's a coward, just like you."

Stefan and Damon exchanged a quick glance, nodding to each other as they prepared to strike. On a silent count, they burst into the room, Damon moving fast to grab Logan and slam him against the wall, pinning him with one hand around his throat. Logan's face contorted with rage, but Damon's grip was like iron.

Stefan hurried over to Jules, who was tied to a chair in the center of the room. She looked exhausted, her skin pale and bruised, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. Stefan knelt beside her, quickly working to untie the ropes that bound her.

"You're going to be okay," Stefan said gently, trying to keep his voice calm and reassuring. "We're here to help you."

Jules blinked up at him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Who... who are you?" she managed to ask, her voice shaking.

Stefan gave her a soft smile as he loosened the last of the ropes. "I'm Stefan. That's my brother, Damon. We're friends of your mom's. We've been looking for you."

Jules' eyes darted to Damon, who was still holding Logan against the wall, his expression a mix of anger and frustration. "Why... why are you doing this?" she asked, still disoriented and struggling to understand.

Damon glanced over his shoulder at her, his expression softening slightly. "We'll explain everything, but right now we need to get you out of here."

Logan snarled, trying to push back against Damon. "You can't protect her forever," he spat. "This isn't over. Liz left me to die, and I'll make sure she pays for it."

Damon's grip tightened, his eyes darkening. "You've done enough, Logan. You touch Jules or Liz again, and I'll make sure you stay dead this time."

With a swift punch, Damon knocked Logan unconscious, letting him drop to the floor. He turned back to Stefan and Jules, his demeanor shifting from fury to concern. Jules was leaning on Stefan for support, her legs unsteady as she tried to stand.

"Come on," Damon said, his voice now gentle. "We're taking you home."

Jules looked between them, still confused and clearly overwhelmed. "My mom... she's okay, right?"

Stefan nodded as he helped her to her feet, keeping a steady arm around her. "She's worried sick about you. We need to get you back to her."

As they made their way out of the building, Jules tried to process everything. She'd never seen these men before, never heard of them, but there was something in the way they moved, the way they spoke with confidence and purpose, that made her believe they were on her side.

Stepping into the cool night air, Jules leaned heavily on Stefan, her mind spinning with questions. She glanced up at Damon, who was keeping a vigilant watch as they moved through the woods.

"Why did he say all that stuff about my mom?" Jules asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Is it true?"

Damon exchanged a look with Stefan before answering. "Logan's got his own twisted version of the truth, but what you need to know is your mom's done everything to protect you. She never wanted this."

Stefan nodded in agreement, his grip firm but gentle as he guided her over the uneven ground. "You're safe now, Jules. We'll get you back to your mom, and we'll figure the rest out together."

Jules nodded, trying to steady her breathing. She didn't understand everything that had happened, but she knew one thing for sure—she wanted to be home, away from Logan, away from the fear that had gripped her since her car crashed. She looked up at Stefan and Damon, her voice trembling but determined.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "For finding me."

Damon glanced back at her, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Anytime. Now let's get you back where you belong."

As they continued through the woods, Damon and Stefan kept their senses alert, ready for anything. They knew this was just the beginning of dealing with Logan Fell's vendetta. But for now, they had done what they set out to do—Jules was safe, and they were going to bring her home.