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❝damned if i do, damned if i don't❞
"SO, I TOLD THE AUNT THAT VAMPIRES WERE REAL."
Damon looks up from the book he had spread open on the counter, eyes wide in shock. Everyone silences immediately and looks to Klaus, standing in Alaric's body with a small, cocky smirk on his face.
"Why on earth would you do that?"
"Well, I realized that Rose actually had a good idea," He winks at the woman, and his smirk widens when he sees Elijah's hand tighten where it's wrapped around her waist.
"Yes, try not to sound so surprised," The woman drawled, giving him a lame glare as he continued to speak.
"Since the lovely Caroline isn't our sacrificial lamb anymore, we had to find a vampire somehow. Why not use Jenna? It makes total sense."
Katherine wipes a hand down her face, ignoring the slight tremble in her fingers as she sits in a room full of Originals. "You're going to kill Jenna, and isolate Elena so she's got no choice but to die in the sacrifice."
"Got it in one, Katherine," He laughs at the doppelgänger who avoids his eye actively. "She wasn't enthusiastic about it, shockingly. It's too bad that your brother showed up, I would've brought her with me and got all of that mess out of the way."
Damon sighs at the mention of his brother, who's become a bigger pest than thought possible these last few days. "What do I need to do?"
"A little threatening here and there never hurt anybody," Klaus shrugs. "Just remind him who he's up against, and if he's got any common sense he'll back off."
Damon shares a look with Rosemary, who gives him a subtle nod in reassurance. "We'll go find him."
Klaus waves them off, already approaching Katherine with a dangerous smirk. Damon almost thinks to ward him off, but then he reminds himself that if Klaus was going to do anything truly harmful, he'd have done it already. And really, it's not like Katherine hasn't been able to hold her own against the Originals thus far.
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He and Rosemary stroll down the sidewalk in town, their hands folded together down at their sides.
"Where do you think Stefan is?"
He sighs, giving her a slight shake of his head. "I have no clue. But there's limited real estate around here, so we're starting at the bar."
"Are we starting at the bar because you think Stefan's there, or because you want a drink?"
"Both. But that's besides the point." She laughs as he opens the door to the bar for her.
