anne

27 | Bye-bye caring

TVD - S5 E19 

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"This is where he lives? Dang. No wonder he's such a brat."

"You're telling me."

Anne skipped up the stairs to the Lockwood Mansion to catch up with Damon, who pushed the doors open and called out, "Dingdong! Invite me in."

"We can hear you just fine from there," Matt replied, standing beside Tyler. While Damon leaned against the wall beside the doors, Anne folded her arms and examined the room, which was a mess.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I interrupted-" Damon paused to pull a face to express his sarcastic confusion and disinterested, "Whatever weird ritual you two were doing."

"If one of you were thinking about taking up interior design," Anne said with a frown, "Please don't."

"We are here to de-passenger the great citizens of Mystic Falls using your magical Traveler knife, so hand it over," Damon said with a smile.

Matt rubbed his hands together, "That's gonna be a problem."

The sarcastic smile on Damon's face washed away, and he juggled his keys in his hand, "Five words that make me want to vamp-toss my keys into your chest cavity. Little Gilbert, help me in the fight against my dark side and elaborate, please."

Jeremy seemed just as disappointed as everyone else, "We can't find it."

"As in you lost it?" Damon's displeasure with this information revealed to Anne how important this little blase seemed to be.

"As in it's not here."

Damon stared at Matt, mulling over his response. "You're right. Don't invite me in because I will kill both of you."

Jeremy tried to ease the situation by offering an explanation, "Tyler said he hid it in the piano."

At the mere mention of his name, Anne felt her temper rise and Damon cast her a weary expression. She seethed, "And when was the last time you heard from that little flea-bag?"

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"So I was wrong. Once, though. So it doesn't count."

"Eh," Damon replied as he got out of his car and shut the door, "Don't beat yourself up about it. You're right about a fair amount of other... stuff."

"Guessing when boy bands will break up is hardly a claim to fame I take pride in."

As they walked up to the front door of the Salvatore house, Damon's phone began to ring.

"It's Enzo," He said to Anne.

"Ah, finally. He hasn't replied to any of my texts."

Answering it with a cheery voice for such an unproductive day, Damon said, "How is it Travelers are everywhere until you actually need to find one?"

Anne followed after him into the house and shut the door behind her. Walking up to one of the tables that held alcohol, she grabbed a glass and began to pour herself a drink of the first bottle she could get her hands on, eager for the alcohol to ease the pain stabbing her side. Damon's call continued as she listened in to what Enzo was saying.

"Hunt going poorly then?"

"That's what I get for working with the Hardy Boys."

As Anne sat down on the opposite couch from Damon, she heard Enzo change the subject. "I take it you don't have Stefan's diaries handy. I need you to check his journal for an entry on November 8th, 1960."