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" he will kill all of you " +
Damon lays an unconscious Gilbert on a picnic table outside of the car, taking a seat next to the older doppelgänger as she continues to talk, her arms folded and her eyes slit, "What if I told you there was a way to kill Klaus? And not Dagger dead. Dead dead."
"I'd say you were desperate and lying. Or drunk. Or desperate, lying and drunk." Retorts the blue eyed man.
"Do you remember my friend Pearl?" Questions Katherine.
"Vividly."
"Centuries ago, she told me about a vampire who knew how to kill Klaus. Then she wouldn't tell me any more." Explains the brunette.
"Well, why not?" Asks Damon.
"Because it was her leverage. She knew it was valuable information, and wouldn't share it with me." Answers Katherine with a sigh.
"Well, this is all great..." The older Salvatore starts with a sarcastic smile, "But she's dead."
"Which is why I never brought it up. Because she only ever told one other person."
"Who?"
"Her daughter, Anna." Katherine states.
"Also dead." Grumbles Damon.
"Which brings us right back around to..." a lingering pointed finger finds its way towards a stirring Jeremy, his eyes slowly opening, a groan escaping his lips as he tiredly murmurs: "To me. Back around to me."
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Dakota never believed in love. She was always taught from a young age that men didn't care about your feelings, that they only needed you for the sole purpose of bearing strong children and to cook his meals for him. Growing up, her father had proven her point meticulously; a loud, abusive man who did everything in his power to make it known that Stefan and Damon were above her always.
So, with a paddle to her butt and a sexist slur spewed in her face, he sent her crying to her mother who'd tell young Dakota to tighten the corset on her waist and bite her tongue; to which she always did. This is why she never believed in affection, of a man deeming her worthy of being at his side for all eternity, to love him, to care for him.. to have his kids. Dakota didn't realize until today that she didn't really love Lucas, he was a mere pawn in her pitiful game she'd like to play whenever she felt the need to give up. She latched onto him, the feelings he provided, the sense of belonging. The Salvatore soon realized that's all she ever wanted; was to feel like she belonged somewhere.
She sits blankly beside Elena, her arm draped over the frail girl's shoulders as she tends to the compelled human girl. Dakota hadn't spoken in the hour since Tyler's neck had been snapped, almost like the words in her brain had been sucked from its train of thought and jumbled into a silenced mess in the back of her throat, not wanting to come out coherently. So, she remains silent, avoiding her mate who wouldn't quit staring at her.
