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IT WAS NO DIFFICULT TO TRACK DOWN WHERE ANNA WAS STAYING. There was only one motel in Mystic Falls, and when you can compel information out of people, it was really no challenge to find the room. They sat on the bed while she finished hanging out with Jeremy, and once she came back, they stood up and got into their places. Damon stood behind the door, and Eleanor stood on the other side, hidden in the corner of a wall.
Annabelle unlocked the room and entered. As soon as she shut the door, Damon appeared behind it, grabbing her by the throat and vamp speeding her into the wall behind him. She was quick to grab his throat as well, flipping them over, and they were both making choking noises when Eleanor broke off a chair leg.
Anna spun around just in time to see Eleanor plunge the makeshift wooden stake into her stomach. The younger girl groaned and fell to the ground. She screamed when she yanked the leg out of her, and once it was out, she panted and looked up at them with a slight smirk. "I was wondering how long it would take you to find me."
"How long have you been here?" Damon asked her as she stood up.
"I arrived around half-past comet, watching you screw up every chance you had to open that tomb," she responded bitterly, heading into the bathroom to check out her ruined top as her wound healed. She turned back to them, her eyes landing on the Chetwood girl. "By the way, Eleanor, I thought you'd be more focused on getting Katherine back, but you seem to have other priorities."
Eleanor just glared at her, and Damon seemed to just realize that she had not put that much effort into opening the tomb. He shook it off and continued his interrogation of Anna. "How did you know about the spell?"
"I didn't say much back then, which means I heard everything," she reminded them. It was true. She only ever really spoke to her mother and occasionally Eleanor, but she mostly just lurked in the shadows, eavesdropping.
The Chetwood girl furrowed her eyebrows, wondering why this was the first time they were hearing of her when they both had the same goals. "So if you've been here the whole time, then why are we just crossing paths right now?"
"I like to use others to do my dirty work," she answered with a shrug.
"Like Logan Fell?" Damon asked, and Eleanor looked at him in confusion. It seemed that she had missed a chapter in the adventures of Mystic Falls. "Oh, yeah, thanks for that, by the way. Little bastard shot me."
