Bloodlust → Stefan Salvatore [1]

Masquerade

     Grayson finally lifts his head up, showing me that he's awake. He looks around, confused. I have to say, I'm pretty clever. Bringing Grayson to an abandoned cellar was a pretty brilliant idea.

     "Where am I?" He asks me.

     "An abandoned cellar, that used to be inhabited by some petty nasty tomb vampires." He looks down at the chains around his arms and legs, he tries to shake himself loose. "Don't bother. I laced them with vervain. The more you struggle, the more it's gonna hurt."

     "Why did you bring me here." I pick up the sharp piece of wood beside me.

     "Simple. I need you to tell me everything you know about Katherine's plan, or I'm going to kill you." Grayson laughs at me.

     "Kill me? Cute." I stab the piece of wood into his leg, and then viciously pull it back out. He yells in pain.

     "This isn't a joke. Tell me, now." He sits there, silent. I gut him with the stake. He yells even louder. "Next one goes in the heart." I warn him.

     "Blake... please." He looks me in the eyes. I grip the stake, ready to strike him with it. My train of thought becomes interrupted when my phone rings. I pick it up off of the table.

     "What?" I snap.

     "Woah. Easy there." Damon says from the other end.

     "I'm kind of in the middle of something." I tell him.

     "Well can it wait? We just got good news. Katherine wants the moonstone, tonight. If we refuse to give her it, she'll start killing people."

     "How is that good news?" I ask him.

     "Well, that just means..." I wait for him to finish. "we get to kill her." I look back at Grayson, who is still dazed.

     "Okay. When do you need me?" I ask him.

     "Now would be fantastic." I sigh.

     "Fine." I hang up the phone, and walk back to Grayson. "Think long and hard about what you're going ton say to me when I return." He nods. I drop he stake and exit the cellar.

     Caroline quickly opens the door, she examines me before quickly pulling me inside. I look into the living room. Rick and Damon have the weapons, and Bonnie and Stefan are looking through Bonnie's grimoire. Suddenly, Stefan looks up, meeting my eyes, I quickly turn away.

     "Uh oh." Caroline says. "What happened."

     "I ended things before they got worse." I tell her. She opens her mouth, ready to say something else. I stop her.

     "Please, I don't wanna make things worse." I walk over to Damon and Rick. I look down at the table, it's covered in guns and stakes. "So, which one is mine." I ask.

     "Um, none of them." Damon distastefully responds.

     "I need to protect myself."