The Vampire Diaries(BxB)

The Grimoire

I'm at the Salvatore Boarding House, in Stefan's bed, as we're both naked, and wake up, and see it's morning, and see his arms wrapped around me, and look at him, smiling. "Mm." I say, and look back to my pillow and cuddle up more, smiling at him, and I see him move, and he kisses my cheek. "Mm. Good morning." I say, and he laughs. "I could get used to this." He says, and I smile, and feel someone on the edge of the bed. "Rise and shine, Sleepyheads." Damon says, as we look at him, and sit up, covering ourselves up. "What are you doing?" Stefan asks. "Damon! Please!" I exclaim. "Oh, stop being.. I'm gonna go scientific like you. Salacious." He says, smiling, and I gasp. "Seriously, get out of here." Stefan says. "If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it." Damon says, and I blink. "Now listen, we have some very important business to discuss." He says. "And it has to be right now?" I ask. "Well, we have lots to do, now that we're all friends and working toward a common goal." He says, smiling, and Stefan and I look at each other, and he stands up. "So, in order to open the Tomb." He says, and Stefan rubs my right leg on top of the covers. "We need to find the Journal to get the Grimoire to undo the spells. First things first. Since you are Ethan Gilbert, you're on Journal Duty." He says, pointing at me, and puts his hand down. "Since when am I helping?" I ask. "Well, Stefan's helping, and you've taken up residence in in Stefan's bed, ergo.." He says, and I look at Stefan, as he's looking at me. "You don't have to anything you don't want to do." He says, and I raise my right hand up, and set it down, laying back. "I'll look for it tonight." I say. "Good." Damon says, as I pull the covers over my face. "How do we that this Journal will hold the location of the Grimoire? We're really going to take the word of this vampire? He seemed like bit of a dimwit." Stefan says. "In lieu of any other options." Damon says, as I sit up, after taking the covers off my face. "Ok, what exactly is a Grimoire, anyway? Isn't it a Spellbook?" I ask. "It's a Witch's Cookbook." Damon says, holding his left hand out, and puts it down, and Stefan holds his right hand out, as I look at him. "Every spell that a Witch or Warlock casts is unique unto itself." He says, waving his hand around. "So every Witch would document their work." Stefan says, looking at Damon, after putting his hand down. "Yeah. Cookbook." Damon says, smiling, as I sit up a little. "What about our mystery vampire? Dimwit obviously wasn't working alone, so whoever's out there knows who we are." Stefan says. "And I don't like that disadvantage, so.. chop, chop." Damon says, clapping, and he puts his hands down, and begins to walk off, and stops. "You know, I really like this whole menage threesome thing." He says, extending his hands. "It's got a bit of a kink to it." He says, laughing, as I look at Stefan. "Don't screw it up." He says, and walks off, as Stefan looks at me. "Why does he and Tony think we're all at threesome? He doesn't." I say, as he puts his right index finger to his lips, and points to the door, and to his right ear. "Oh, right, Yeah." I say, and look forward, and he taps my right hand, and I look at him, and he kisses it. "Ok." He says, and lets it go, about to sit up. "Oh!" I exclaim, and he looks at me, as I have my right hand on his back. "No, come here." I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him, and he touches my left wrist. "We shouldn't." He says, as I put my left index finger to his lips. "Sh." I say, pointing to my ear, and put my arm back around his neck, kissing him, and he pulls the covers over us, and I laugh, and we're making out, and things get heated. I'm at my house, going through old boxes, as Stefan is in the kitchen, and I look at him. "Do you think Damon really believes us? That we're both trying to help him?" I ask, and he shakes his head. "I don't think Damon knows what to believe. Trust isn't something that comes naturally to him." He says, as I'm looking down, going through old photographs. "You know.. I really think that Damon believes that everything he's done, every move that he's made, he's done for love." I say, looking at him. "It's twisted, but kind of sad." I say, looking at the album. There are other ways to get what you want. You don't have to kill people." He says, as I look at him. "Damon has no regard for human life. He enjoys inflicting pain on others. For a hundred and forty five years, every single time that I have let my guard down and let Damon back into my life, he's done something to make me regret that. I'm not going to make that mistake again." He says. "So what do you think will happen if the tomb gets opened and Damon gets Alex back?" I ask. "I think that no matter what Damon promises, a lot of people will die." He says, nodding, and I exhale, and look down, and pick up a picture of man, and hear him walk over to me. "That's Johnathan Gilbert." He says, leaning down some, as I look at him, and back to the picture, and set it down, and open a wooden box. "What's this?" I ask, and see a muzzle, and hear footsteps. "What are you guys doing?" Jeremy asks, smiling, as I look at him, and look at the box, and close it. "Hi. Just going through some stuff, feeling sentimental." I say, looking up at him, and back to the box. "Dad had this whole Family Journal from years ago. I thought I'd dig it up." I say. "Johnathan Gilbert's journal?" He asks, as I look up at him. "Yeah, what do you know about it?" I ask, and he points at the box, and puts his hand down. "I just did a history report on it." He says. "Oh. So where is it now?" I ask. "I gave it to Mr. Saltzman. He wanted to see it." He says, and I look at Stefan, and he looks at me. It's later at night, as I walk into the kitchen, and see Damon and Jenna, as he's cooking, with a towel over his left arm. "Hello, Ethan." He says, and Jenna turns around, looking at me, as she's drinking wine. "Hey. Where have you been? We're cooking Dinner." She says. "Is Stefan with you?" Damon asks, looking up at me, as I have my right hand on my hip. "He'll, uh.. be here soon." I say, and he looks back at what he's chopping. I'm grabbing plates, and head towards the table, as Damon stops me. "Whoa. Mm." He says, and moves to the right, and I give a small laugh, walking to the table. "Don't do that." I say. "Do what?" He asks. "You know what. That move was deliberate." I say. "Well, yeah, I was deliberately trying to get to the sink." He says, and I face him, and shake my head, and turn back to the table. "Speaking of Stefan, where is he?" He asks, as I turn around, and walk back over to him. "He's missing Family Night, which I am enjoying immensely." He says, smiling, and looks back at what he's cooking. "Is it real?" He asks. "Is what real?" I ask. "This renewed sense of Brotherhood." He says, and tastes his sauce, and looks at me. "Can I trust him?" He asks. "Yeah, you can trust him." I say, nodding, and grab the napkins, and walk back over to the table, and I feel him behind me, as I set the napkins down, and turn around, looking at him. "Can I trust him." He says, raising his eyes and little. "I'm wearing Vervain, Damon. It's not going to work." I say, shaking my head, and he looks confused. "I'm not compelling you. I just want you to answer me. Honestly." He says. "Of course you can." I say, and walk past him. I'm finishing up grating cheese into a bowl, and set the grater down. "There was a time when I trusted him more than anyone." Damon says. "Trust breeds trust." I say, putting my right thumb, index, and middle finger into the cheese bowl, and pick up some, and put it in my mouth, and swallow it. "You have to give it to get it." I say, and grab the bowl with my right hand. "Are you lecturing me?" He asks, as I grab the salt and pepper with my left, and walk over to him. "Do you need to be lectured?" I ask. "I just want him back. I'm sure you can understand that." He says. "I can understand that you would do for him yes." I say, walking past him, and set the bowl, salt, and pepper down. "Then you understand what I will do if anyone gets in my way." He says. I'm looking through the box, as Jeremy and Damon are playing a video game, and Jenna walks over to me. "He is ridiculously hot." She whispers, as I look at Damon, and look back to her, shushing her, and look back at Damon. "He's an ass." I whisper, as she smiles. "What are you doing with all this stuff?" She asks, looking around, and then to me, and I look down. "I thought there might be something about my Birth Parents." I say, and close the box. "Have you told Jeremy?" She asks, as I look over to Jeremy. "I will. When the time is right." I say, nodding, while looking at her, and the doorbell rings. "That's Stefan." I say, and jog to the door, and feel Damon behind me, and open the door, seeing Stefan. "Well?" Damon asks. "Someone took the Gilbert Journal." Stefan says, and he walks backwards, as Damon and I walk after him, and I close the door, and see Damon's in front of Stefan. "Who took it?" Damon asks. "I don't know." Stefan says. "You know what? It's that teacher." Damon says, stopping, as do we, and he looks at us. "There's something really off about him." Damon says. "No, he doesn't know anything." Stefan says, as I look at him. "Somebody got to him right before me." He says. "Who else knew it was there?" Damon asks, and Stefan looks through the window at Jeremy, as do Damon and I, and Damon begins to walk off. "No. Damon, leave him our of it!" I exclaim, as I'm turned around, and we follow him. "Why, what's the big deal?" He asks. "Damon!" I exclaim. We're in the house, jogging over to Jeremy, and Damon sits next to him. "So.. I heard you found a really cool journal from back in the day." Damon says, and I look at Stefan, and back to Damon. "Who else did you show it to?" He asks. "Huh?" Jeremy asks. "Don't ask questions, just spill." Damon says, and Jeremy looks at him, and laugh. "You're kidding me, right?" He asks. "Jer, did you tell anyone other than Mr. Saltzman about Johnathan Gilbert's journal?" I ask, and he looks at me. "Why is everybody so obsessed with that thing?" He asks. "Who else did you tell?" I ask. "Just that girl Anna." He says. "The hot weird one?" Damon asks. "Yeah." Jeremy says. "Wait, who is Anna?" Stefan asks, and Damon looks at him. "That's what I want to find out." He says, and looks back at Jeremy, and my phone rings, and I answer it, and see it's Mark, and run up the stairs. "Ok, I'm alone. Give me the details, Mark. I'm dying." I say. "It's going great. He's a perfect gentleman." He says, and I laugh. "Gentleman, huh?" I ask. "I know! Boring, huh? I just want to grab him and lay one on him." He says. "So why don't you?" I ask, as I'm smiling. "Because I'm a chicken." He says. "You're a powerful Warlock God. Come on, seize the day, Merlin." I say, and he laughs. "Ok. I'm gonna text you later with more details." He says. "You better." I say, and hang up, and hear footsteps, and see Stefan, as he approaches me. "Where's Damon?" I ask. "He left to track down Jeremy's friend Anna, see if there was anything there." He says. "Aren't you going to go with him? If he gets to the Journal before we do, then.." I say, and he shakes his head, smiling, and pulls out a roll of paper. "Doesn't matter." He says, as I look down. "What is that?" I ask. "It's a copy of it." He says, as I look up at him, and he looks at the paper, and looks up at me, smiling. "How did you get it?" I ask, and he looks back to the paper, and back up to me. "Well, Mr. Saltzman made a copy and was kind enough to loan it to me." He says. "He did?" I ask, smiling. "Not exactly, but I got it." He says, smiling, and I give a small laugh, and he kisses me. "God, that smile." I say, and he laughs, kissing me. I'm sitting next to my window, as Stefan is standing up, and I find a reference about Emily. "Here's a reference that he wrote about Emily. The Fell Family believed it should be I, not them, who protected the Witch's Spell Book." I say, and he sits next to me. "But I feared she would haunt me from the hereafter. They mocked my fear, but it was Giuseppe Salvatore who." I say, and look up at him. "Is that your Father?" I ask, and he takes the paper. "Yeah." He says, and I lean over, reading it with him, to myself. "It was Giuseppe Salvatore who removed my fear. He told me he would protect the secret of the Spell Book. He said he would carry it to his grave." He says, and looks up, as I'm thinking. "His grave?" I ask, and he looks up. "I know where it is." We both say at the same time, and look at each other, and he kisses my cheek. "Jinx." I say, smiling, and he laughs. We soon arrive to Giuseppe's grave. "Why isn't your Father buried in your Family's Tomb?" I ask, shinning my flashlight on the grave, and put it down, as he walks past me. "It wasn't built until well after he died." He says, holding a torch. "And we're sure the Grimoire's in there with him? Because I am." I say. "As sure as I could be." He says, setting the torch down, and walks over to the shovels. "Awesome." I say, and he stands up, as I look to my left. "Ethan." He says, and I look at him. "I can do this on my own. You're left side is permanently damaged. I don't want you getting hurt." He says. "And I said I would do whatever I can to help." I say. "I know, and I appreciate that, but." He says, shaking his head, as I interrupt him. "This town is my home, Stefan. My friends and family are here. You're here. I don't want the Tomb opened any more than you do." I say, shaking my head, and he nods, and hands me a shovel, and he exhales, looking away. "I'm sorry that you have to do this." I say, and he looks up. We've been digging for about six minutes, and he's in the grave, after I've stopped digging, and shine my flashlight into the grave. "What?" He asks, looking at me. "I don't think many boys can say they've done this." I say, and he looks down back at the grave, and I hear a thud, and he looks back up to me, and back to the grave, removing the dirty scattered on top with the shovel, and throws the shovel on top of the ground, and I crouch down, and he runs his hands over the dirt, and I see the coffin, and stand up straight, as he pulls the lit off, and I breathe heavily. "I'm assuming that's it." I say, and see a skeleton, and he picks up the Grimoire, and shuts the coffin, and gives a small smile, and puts the book on the ground, as I crouch down, and he tears the cover off, and opens the book. "Well, what do you know?" Damon asks, as we look at him, and I stand up, flashing my light at him. "This is an interesting turn of events." He says, and Stefan vampspeeds in front of me. "I can't let you bring him back. I'm sorry." He says. "So am I. For thinking even for a second I could trust you." Damon says. "Oh, you're not capable of trust. The fact that you're here means that you read the Journal and you were planning on doing this yourself." Stefan says, as Damon extends his arms out. "Of course I was going to do it by myself, because the only one I can count on is me! You made sure of that years ago, Stefan." Damon says, putting his hands down. "But you.." He says, looking at me. "You had me fooled." He says, giving a sad smile, and I look down. "So what are you going to do now?" He asks, as I look at him. "Because if you try and destroy that, I'll rip his heart out." He says to Stefan. "You won't kill him." Stefan says. "No?" Damon asks, and vampspeeds to me, butting his arms left arm around my neck, and holds my right arm, as my hands are on his left arm. "I can do one better." He says, biting his left wrist, and force feeds me his blood, as I groan, gasping. "Give me the book, Stefan. Or I'm snapping his neck. And you and I will have a Vampire Boyfriend/GBF." Damon says. "Let him go first." Stefan says, and Damon puts his right arm down. "The book." Damon says. "I'm not giving this to you until he is standing next to me." Stefan says, as I'm crying. "Problem is, I no longer trust that you'll give it back." Damon says. "You just did the one thing that we ensures that I will." He says, nodding. "Ok." He says, and puts the book down, slowly, and drops it on the ground, and Damon looks at me, and lets his left arm go, slowly, as Stefan has his right hand out, and I run over to him, and he holds me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me, protectively, as we look at Damon, and turn around, and run off. I'm in my bathroom, looking for Aspirin, as Stefan is by my bathroom door, and I shut my drawer, touching my forehead, as I have a headache. "Aspirin must be downstairs. Is my head supposed to hurt like this?" I ask, looking at him through the mirror. "Oh, you'll be fine. That was just a small amount of blood. It should pass out of your system by tomorrow." He says, as I walk over to him, and he rubs my left shoulder, and puts his hand down, as I look at him, and he sighs, looking down. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Damon was right. This is, uh.. this is my fault." He says, looking up at me, and leans his head onto the wall. "I put my faith in my Father, but Damon put his faith in me, and I destroyed that." He says, and looks down, and I touch his left cheek with my right hand, and he looks up at me, smiling, and nods. "This is my fault." He says, and I put my hand on his other cheek. "You didn't do anything wrong." I say, shaking my head, and runs his cheeks with my thumbs. "Don't forget that." I say, shaking my head, and lower my hands down, as he nods. "Ok." He says, touching my left cheek with his right hand, and I touch my forehead with my right hand. "I'm going to get you some Aspirin." He says, and I nod, and he kisses the top of my head, and walks off, and I go to me bed, and lay down near the edge, and cuddle my blanket, and fall asleep.