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❝switching sides❞
"YOU BROUGHT BACK JOHN GILBERT? THAT WAS YOUR BIG SAVE-ELENA MOVE?" Damon looked at his brother incredulously, barely containing the urge to throttle him.
"I went to go look for Isobel and I got John instead. He said he could help us, and we're desperate."
"We are not that desperate, Stefan. The guy tried to barbecue me."
Stefan stepped towards his brother, confused by his argument. "Damon, Bonnie's new witch friend is working with Elijah, so we have to assume the moonstone was never destroyed. Elena is putting all of her faith into some deal with Elijah to keep everyone safe. I mean, do you trust Elijah?"
Damon shrugged.
Stefan gave him an imploring look. "I mean, I don't trust him, he's an Original. He can't be trusted. But it's not like we can just go up and kill him because, apparently, he can't die."
"I'm still waiting for the part where John Gilbert is the answer,"
"He knew about the sacrifice, Isobel told him. He said he knew a way to keep Elena safe."
Damon scoffed, rolling his eyes. "And how does he suggest we do that?"
"He's not talking. To me, at least."
The raven-haired vampire was visibly frustrated. He needed more information on John's sudden return, because it definitely put a roadblock on his plans. "Great work, Stefan. Top notch. As if I didn't already have enough problems with no solutions."
He stormed past his brother, walking towards the front door.
"I heard about Rose. I didn't know there was a cure for werewolf bites."
Damon stopped, looking over his shoulder at Stefan who was watching him suspiciously. "The universe works in mysterious ways."
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"So, John, rumor has it, you know a lot but won't say anything."
John looked at Damon as he lit the candle at the small vigil, smirking smugly. "How do I know you can be trusted, Damon? Originals can compel vampires. According to Stefan, that's why Katherine is still in the tomb; because an Original compelled her to stay there."
Damon resisted the urge to roll his eyes. People just kept telling him things he already knew, and it was entirely frustrating and counterproductive. He lit up a match, holding the flame to one of the candles in front of him. "Only because all of the vervain had left her system. Stefan and I, on the other hand, are chock full."
He blew the match out, blowing the smoke towards John, and smirked at the shocked look on the man's face.
