𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐭𝐯𝐝

58

We walked into the Grill and spotted Rebekah and Carol Lockwood sitting at the bar. Damon being Damon, decided to piss off the Original. "Oh, She-Devil at nine o'clock." He teased. Rebekah and Damon shared a stare and we sat far away from them. "So what does a medical examiner, Bill Forbes, and Alaric Saltzman have in common?" Damon began.

Stefan, trying to defy the want for blood, tapped his ring against the counter. "Knock it off." I groaned, annoyed by the noise. "You know, quitting blood cold turkey after a ripper binge might not be the best approach. Every time you play that all-or-nothing game, you eventually leave a trail of bodies. So, I'm thinking, now is a good time to pay our old friend moderation a visit." Damon poured a glass and slid it to Stefan. "They were all on the Founders' Council, Damon. That's what they all have in common." Stefan answered. "But why them? Huh? Brian Walters and Alaric weren't from founding families. I mean, hey, if you're gonna slaughter council members, go A-list. At least in 1912, they killed a Salvatore." Damon rambled. "Which Salvatore would that be?" A voice said behind him. I peeked over his shoulder at Rebekah and let out a groan.

They told her about Zachariah and I listened to every word that dripped from their mouths. "So, Zachariah Salvatore was your nephew?" Rebekah recapped. "Did you not listen?" I laughed emptily. "Our father knocked up one of the maids during the Civil War, she had a son. But as far as everyone else knew, Stefan and I were dead. The family name had to go somewhere." Damon continued, stabbing my side with his elbow. "And, uh, your family-owned the logging mills back then? I'm just researching town history." The Original explained. She must have seen our skeptical faces. Why so many questions?

"You know you don't have to disguise your true motives Blondie-Bex, if you want more sex, just ask for it." Damon purred. I nearly spat out my drink. "Not enough liquor in the world." Rebekah reached for the bottle. Stefan moved to my side and far from Rebekah. "You'll have to excuse my little brother, he's jonesing for some O positive." Damon glared. "I'm not jonesing." Stefan denied.

The topic then changed back to vampires and Damon began telling us the story of a girl named Sage.

<MYSTIC FALLS 1912>

Stefan and his brother were drinking and hanging out. Damon practically drowned in his liquor. "Damon, you've had enough," Stefan demanded and took the bottle from Damon once he realized he wouldn't stop. He took a large gulp of the drink. "Hit a man when he's down." Damon chuckled lightly. The two-headed towards a tent, where Inside, a woman was beating a man in a boxing match. Damon and Stefan entered the tent and saw a woman with flaming red hair. The female, Sage, knocked the man out with an uppercut. "Who's next? One hundred dollars to any man who can beat me." She stated boldly. She saw Damon and winked at him, making him smile.
"I can teach you how to survive without human blood, you know." Stefan offered. "You do not get to lecture me on how to live my life. Not anymore." Damon's voice lowered. He walked away from him and Sage approached the oldest Salvatore.

"What's your name?" She purred. "Not interested." He hummed in reply, his voice suddenly raspier. "Well, Mr. Not-Interested, you seem to me like a gambling man." Sage caressed his cheek and he looked down at her. "Afraid you have me all wrong." He cocked an eyebrow once the fiery headed girl pulled out a 100 dollar bill from her shirt and showed it to him. She put it in his pants.

"Hm, well that's too bad." She frowned.

NOW

"I knew a Sage once. Trashy thing. She used to say my freckles look like ants so once I saw her in the bar, I killed her." I shrugged, picking up the bottle of bourbon. "You really think it was Sage who was killing all those Founders back then?" Damon questioned his little brother. "Town questioned every grown man in Mystic Falls. Probably never occurred to them that a woman could have done it." Stefan shrugged. His shoulders moved up and down and a smug grin took place on his face. Hanging out with Rebekah has been a bore and she is asking too many questions. I came to drink, goddammit.