[!!!!ON HOLD!!!!] The Devious Amelia Salvatore, The New Ripper

That's Exactly What I'm Telling You

~ALARIC’S APARTMENT~

Alaric, Stefan, Damon, and I were gathered around a table as the door was knocked upon.

“Morning sunshine” I rolled my eyes as Elena stood in front of the now opened door.

“Hey, how’s Alaric?” She tried to move past me but I blocked her off.

“A little indecent. But fine” I smiled.

“So then, does that mean there were no issues last night?” she glared at me.

“Nope, slept like a baby, woke up Alaric. No head minds about dead council members” I leaned against the threshold.

“Then why do I feel like you’re hiding something from me?” she asked shifting the bag of whatever in her hands.

“Well, maybe because you’re being all paranoid and control freaky. What’d you bring me?” I snatched the bag from her and sniffed it.

“Ooo, chocolate muffins. You know what they say; a way to a psycho killer’s heart is through his stomach” she snatched the bag back from me.

“They’re not for you” she replied.

“Fine. Keep convincing yourself you’re still mad at me. But sadly, Ric’s gonna have to miss Elena time today. You know lockdown and all” I snarled.

“Just take it and give it to him and tell him that I miss him, okay?” she asked handing the bag to me.

“With pleasure” I faked a smile.

“Please?” she asked once more.

I started to close the door on her before I stuck my head out.

“Have a great day, thanks for coming by” I said in a fake kindness, similar to a receptionists.

I slammed the door in my wake and I reached the table.

“Walking down the stairs, opening the front door, and she’s gone” Damon sighed happily.

“This needs to have a sharper point” I said minutes later as we were inspecting the stakes we finished making out of the Wickery Bridge sign. I pushed it flat against Damon’s chest.

“I got it” he snapped.

“We finally have our own stakes to kill an Original. I’m not gonna miss because you can’t whittle” I remarked.

“He said he got it. Stop micromanaging” Stefan pointed.

Damon sharpens the stake, much to his dissatisfaction, as Alaric shrugs on his jacket.

“Looks like you guys have got this under control. I’m gonna call the Sheriff” he began to walk to the door.

We all turn to look at him as if he was crazy; he is... crazy.

“I want to turn myself in” he sighed.

“Mmm, no you don’t” I whispered quietly.

“I have a homicidal alter ego. Unlike some people in this room, I would like to take responsibility for the people I’ve killed” he reasoned back to us.

“If you wanted to turn yourself in, you wouldn’t be saying it out loud. Just saying” Damon held his hands up in defense.

“Hey, listen. Out of all the people you cannot psychoanalyze me. I killed Caroline’s father; I nearly killed Meredith. Everything’s changed” he placed his hand on the door knob to leave.

“Look, you’re not turning yourself in. Bonnie’s herbs are working and we have Originals to kill” I wavered one of many white oak stakes in my hand.