At home, I was looking at the hunter's mark on the wooden stake from Connor.
Stefan was looking over the stuff in front of us.
Damon walked into the room with some boxes on his shoulder.
"So what is all this?" Stefan asked.
"Some personal items that we snaked from the vampire hunter's RV," I answered. I kissed my hand, pushing it into the air mockingly. "May he rest in peace. We're searching for a supernatural handbook."
"And you guys know for a fact that he was supernatural?" Stefan asked.
"Definitely wasn't natural," Damon told him. "The guy magically appeared just as someone blows up the entires Founder's Council. He's covered in a tattoo that only Jeremy Gilbert--of all people in the world--seems to be able to see."
"Klaus mentioned something about him being one of The Five," I told him. "Then he kamikazes himself with explosives. Sound natural to you?"
"What's The Five?" Stefan asked.
"That's what I'm hoping is in the first chapter of the handbook," I told him.
Damon's phone rang. He answered. "Liz Forbes, my favorite Sheriff." He looked worried. "What? That's . . . concerning. Keep me posted."
Damon hung up.
"What?" I asked. "You're not gonna tell me?"
"Can't tell you with Stefan here," Damon told me. "It's private. We're in a fight."
"You're in a fight," Stefan told him. "I'm not in a fight. I'm over it. I've been over it."
"Not still not mad at me about Elena?" Damon asked.
"You let her feed on you," Stefan told him. "I'm always gonna be mad at you, but we're not in a fight."
"Very well, then," Damon said. "They didn't find any remains at the explosion site."
I raised my eyebrows. "So Connor's still out there."
"Apparently so," Damon told us. "I'm gonna need you to get on this today. I have to take Elena to college."
Stefan looked surprised. "I'm sorry, you have to do what, exactly?"
"I'm teaching her how to feed," Damon told us. "She needs to learn snatch, eat, erase now more than ever."
Stefan opened his mouth to speak.
I pointed at them. "Ah, ah, you're not in a fight, remember?"
Damon walked out of the room, leaving.
Stefan looked toward me.
I shrugged, starting to go through the boxes again.
****
Later, Stefan looked at me. "If you learned all of this stuff from Klaus, why don't you just go talk to him and ask him?"
"Because I don't want to talk to him anymore than I have to," I answered. "He pisses me off on a daily basis, and that hasn't changed in the least. Besides, it's just creepy."
"The way that he's in love with you or the way that he was trying to get you to fall in love with him again?" Stefan asked.
"Both," I answered. "Besides, you two used to be the best of friends in the '20s. So, why don't you go talk to him?"
Stefan tilted his head. "Kaylin--"
"Stefan," I replied. "I'm not going. If you want answers from Klaus, you're gonna have to go get them yourself."
I turned, grabbing a box, walking away toward my room.
