The Owl Gilbert

3:16: The Year Of 1912

I arrive to the police station with Elena and Damon walks over to us. "Were you just--" She asks and Damon interrupts her. "Ric's fine. Sheriff wants me to stay out of it." He says. "But you're not going to. Are you?" I ask. "Seems just as good a plan as any." He says. "Your friend's in jail for murder. You have to do something." Elena says. "She's right, Damon." I say. "Well, I guess I could rip out Dr. False Accusation's throat. Maybe her tongue. You know, I could chew it up into little tiny pieces and feed it to the squirrels." He says and mimics a squirrel chewing. "Stop it, Damon!" I exclaim. "Guess me staying out of it suddenly sounds like a good idea, doesn't it? I saved your life last night. You're welcome." He says. "And like I told you before, I wasn't in any real danger. I haven't pissed off the Originals like the rest of you." I say and cross my arms at him. "You know, you could show a little compassion about Bonnie, Damon." Elena says. "I know, you're right, her and her mom must be really hurting right now. Should I send lasagna?" Damon asks. "Ok, now you're just being mean." Elena says and her and I start walking off. "I'm mean, you hate me. The Earth is back on its axis." He says and we look back at him. "You know if you keep pushing people away, you're gonna end up alone." She says and we leave.

I arrive to the Grill and meet up with Stefan and Damon, and sit in between them; Stefan on my right side. "What are you guys talking about?" I ask. "The latest serial killer in town." Damon says. "Latest?" I ask. "Yep. The last one happened in nineteen twelve." He says and looks at Stefan and I. "So what does a medical examiner, Bill Forbes, and Alaric Saltzman have in common?" He asks. "They're all male. And two of them are complete assholes." I say and Stefan taps his ring. "Come on, knock it off." Damon says and Stefan grabs the bottle of bourbon with his right hand, and pours himself a shot. "You know, quitting blood cold turkey after a ripper binge might not be the best approach. Every time you play that all-or-nothing game, you eventually leave a trail of bodies. So, I'm thinking, now is a good time to pay our old friend moderation a visit." Damon says. "They were all on the Founders' Council, Damon. That's what they all have in common." Stefan says, smiling and sips his drink. "But why them? Huh? Brian Walters and Alaric weren't from founding families. I mean, hey, if you're gonna slaughter council members, go A-list. At least in nineteen twelve they killed a Salvatore." Damon says. "Which Salvatore might that be?" Rebekah asks from behind us and we turn around to look at her.

Rebekah is sitting down on Stefan's left side. "So, Zachariah Salvatore was your nephew?" Rebekah asks. "Well, our father knocked up one of the maids during the Civil War, she had a son. But as far as everyone else knew, Stefan and I were dead. Family name had to go somewhere." Damon says. "And, uh, your family owned the logging mills back then?" Rebekah asks. "You're full of a lot of questions." Damon says. "I'm just researching the town history. I grew up here after all." Rebekah says. "Elijah did say that you guys were. He told me the day after your mother's party." I say. "You know you don't have to disguise your true motives Blondie-Bex, if you want more sex, just ask for it." Damon says, grinning. "Not enough liquor in the world." She says and grabs the bottle with her right hand, pouring herself a drink. "Oh, come on, it was too good for you to be this hostile." Damon says and Stefan grabs the bottle with his right hand and walks over to sit next to me on my right side. "You'll have to excuse my little brother, he's jonesing for some O positive." Damon says and Stefan chuckles. "I'm not jonesing." He says and Rebekah moves next to Damon. "So, did they ever catch the killer?" I ask. "Nope. Wrote it all off on vampires." Damon says. "Maybe it was a vampire." Rebekah says and sips her drink that's in her right hand. "Yeah, yeah, maybe it was a vampire, Damon." Stefan says and we all look at Damon. "Don't think for a second you didn't cross my mind too, brother. But these murders weren't your style, were they?" He asks and looks at Rebekah and I, sipping his drink in his right hand. "Plus there were no other vampires circulating then." He says. "Well, there was one other vampire. Remember Sage?" Stefan asks. "Ohh, right, Sage. Speaking of great sex. Ooh!" Damon exclaims and drinks from the bottle. "Who's Sage?" I ask.

"I knew a Sage once. Trashy little thing." Rebekah says. "You really think it was Sage who was killing all those Founders back then?" Damon asks. "Town questioned every grown man in Mystic Falls. Probably never occurred to them that a woman could have done it." Stefan says.

"So, uh, tell me more about your old relatives. I heard they tore down half the woods to build this town." Rebekah says as the bartender hands her a new bottle with his right hand, but Damon grabs it first with his, standing up. "Easy there, lushy pants. It's been a hoot and a half but it's boy's night and you weren't invited." Damon says and Stefan grabs two glasses with his right hand, and walks off.

Damon is playing Darts while Stefan is sitting down at a table. "So, let's just say Sage was killing everyone in nineteen twelve. Who the hell is doing it now? It's not that psycho, Dr. Fell. She's a woman. There's no way she could stab three grown men." Damon says and throws another dart and Rebekah catches it with her right hand. "That's a bit sexist. A woman could easily kill a man, with the right motivation." She says, walking over to Damon, handing him the dart. "You just, uh, don't give up, do you?" Stefan asks as Damon goes back to playing Darts. "Why are you so grumpy?" I ask. "He's on a master cleanse. Trying to be a better man and all." Damon says. "You know, you were a lot more fun in the twenties." Rebekah says and Damon walks over to Stefan after bumping Rebekah with his left elbow, and takes the bottle with his right hand. "Don't rile him up. He's testy when he's being self-righteous." He says and walks back over to me. "I'm not being self-righteous, Damon. I'm just not interested in slaughtering innocent human beings anymore." Stefan says and Damon sets the bottle down. "Oh, okay, fair enough. My mistake." He says and takes the journal from Stefan's bag with his right hand. "You used to be self-righteous." He says and starts reading after opening it. "Dear diary, Damon has lost his way, though I have pulled my own life together he continues to waste his." He reads and Rebekah takes the journal with her right hand. "Ouch." She says and starts reading. "His bitterness consumes him. He is nothing but blackness and bile." She reads and closes the book. "Oh, judgy." She says and walks over to Stefan. "Well, this is fun." Stefan says. "You know, if I'm being honest, you didn't seem like much fun either, Damon." She says and hands the journal to Stefan. "I wasn't. The woman I was in love with was stuck in a tomb and he wasn't getting out for a hundred years after the man I loved died. Or so I thought. I wasn't having any fun at all." He says and they all look at me.

"That sounds like Sage all right." Rebekah says, walking around. "How did you know her?" I ask. "She was obsessed with my brother Finn, over nine hundred years ago." She says. "What? Creepy suicidal guy?" Damon asks and Stefan taps his ring again, and we all look at him. "You're doing it again." Damon says and Stefan stands up, putting his jacket on. "Alright, you know what, I need to, uh, I gotta get out of here." He says. "Sure, first admit you're jonesing." Damon says. "Damon, I'm not--" Stefan says and gets interrupted by Damon dashing over to him, and holds his shirt with both hands. "Admit it." Damon says. "Oka fine, I'm freaking out. I'm ready to eat the entire wait staff, why do you need to hear me say it?" Stefan asks. "Because I'm feeling a little self-righteous too." Damon says and they shove each other, and Stefan walks off as I roll my eyes.