Freed-wrecking havoc | Silas's Sister

10

Stefan paced in front of the fireplace while Damon leaned against the mantel, swirling his bourbon. Caroline and Bonnie sat on the couch, each looking increasingly irritated as Stefan ran through the same points for the umpteenth time.

"We need to figure out where Silas is," Stefan said.

"Oh, do we?" Damon quipped, raising an eyebrow. "Because I thought we were here to start a knitting circle. My bad."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Can you be serious for five seconds?"

"I can," Damon said, "but where's the fun in that?"

Bonnie groaned. "We've been over this. I'll try another locator spell, but he's ancient, powerful, and probably warded to high heaven. It's not like he's leaving breadcrumbs for us to follow."

"Maybe he's leaving corpses," Damon suggested. "Should we check the morgue? Or the nearest blood bank?"

Caroline glared at him. "You're not helping."

"I'm providing comic relief," Damon said, smirking. "You're welcome."

Stefan stopped pacing long enough to shoot his brother a withering look. "Can we focus?"

"I am focused," Damon said, setting down his glass. "Focused on the fact that we have zero leads, zero plans, and a ticking time bomb walking around in the form of Silas. Oh, and let's not forget that our witchy sidekick here—" he gestured at Bonnie "—is about two failed spells away from setting the house on fire."

Bonnie threw a cushion at his head. "Do you ever shut up?"

"Not unless I'm unconscious," Damon said, catching the cushion and tossing it back. "Which, by the way, is a state I wouldn't mind achieving if this meeting gets any duller."

Caroline sighed dramatically. "If we survive this, I'm demanding a vacation. Somewhere sunny, with no vampires, witches, or ancient psychopaths."

"Good luck with that," Damon said. "You're stuck with us, Blondie."

Stefan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can we please stop bickering and figure out what to do?"

"Well, since we're brainstorming," Damon said, "how about we set a trap? Dangle something Silas wants in front of him. Like, I don't know... a mirror?"

Caroline groaned. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here I am, the glue holding this team together," Damon said, smirking.

"More like the duct tape holding together a sinking ship," Bonnie muttered.

"Touché," Damon said, raising his glass.

"Guys!" Stefan snapped. "Focus!"

Bonnie stood up. "Fine. I'll try another locator spell. But if it doesn't work, we're back to square one."

"Great," Damon said. "And while you're at it, maybe find a spell to make Stefan less uptight. I'm worried his face is going to get stuck like that."

Stefan ignored him, turning back to the maps. But as Damon leaned back, swirling his drink, his thoughts drifted to Scarlynn. The memory of her was like a ghost that wouldn't leave, haunting his every thought. He wanted her—but he'd die before admitting that to anyone.

-

In the shadowy depths of an ancient chamber, Silas was entirely consumed by the woman before him.

"Amara," he breathed, his voice heavy with longing.

Katherine, ever the actress, smiled softly, tilting her head in a way that she knew would make her appear demure and innocent. "It's been so long, my love."