Stone Cold

Fool Me Once

Chapter Eleven: Fool Me Once

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Dark bags rested under Brigs' eyes the next morning as she followed Stefan into the Salvatore household. The pair had spent the entire night searching town for Elena after she had been kidnapped from her house by a vampire named Anna. Apparently she was another vampire from 1864 that was desperate to get into the tomb too. Garrett had helped them search as well though had retired earlier to the Gilbert home, assuring them that he would keep Jenna distracted so she wouldn't notice that her niece was missing.

"Anna took Elena," Stefan alerted Damon when they found him in the living room, nose stuck in Emily Bennett's grimoire.

"Yeah, I got that from your six hundred voicemails," Damon said without even looking up from the spell book.

"Damon, all night long, every single street in town, we've been searching. What if your blood hasn't passed out of her system?" Stefan worried, his latter words only causing Brigs' jaw to lock. She was more than tempted to snap Damon's neck-- both for feeding Elena his blood the night before as well as for apparently killing Alaric's wife.

"Well, then at least you know you'll see her again," Damon offered.

"Please. What do you know?" Stefan pleaded with his brother. "You were with Anna. You must know where she's living. Just tell me where I can find her."

"Nope," Damon shook his head. "You two can go. Really."

"I could just take a dip inside your head. Find out for myself," Brigs suggested as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course, it would be extremely painful for you. But I think I could get over that little detail."

"Try and I'll snap your neck again," Damon threatened. "Or perhaps I'll just rip out your heart? I'd like to see your little spells bring you back from that."

"You know, all I can remember is hating you. There might have been a time when that was different, but your choices have erased anything good about you," Stefan narrowed his eyes at his older brother as he spoke. "But see, I also know that you have just as much reason to hate me. This all began with me. Katherine got taken away from you because of me. And I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted," Damon nodded.

"So please, just tell me what you know," Stefan asked again. "It's Elena, Damon. If you know something tell me."

"I mean this sincerely," Damon sighed as he stood up, tucking the grimoire under his arm as he did so. "I hope Elena dies."

"Du är verkligen ett hjärtlöst monster som förtjänar den mest smärtsamma och irriterande döden." Brigs spat as she watched Damon walk out of the room, leaving her and Stefan alone.

"What do we do now?" Stefan sighed as he sat down on the couch, not sure what else he could do to find Elena.

"My offer for frying the few brain cells Damon possesses still stands," she hummed, her fingers practically itching to do so.

"What about another spell?" He shook his head. "Could you track them?"

"I don't have anything of Anna's to track with," she shot the idea down. "And thanks to Damon feeding Elena his blood that's not an option either, it could just end up wasting our time and lead us to Damon himself. I won't be able to track her until the blood has passed out of her system."

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Brigs and Stefan were still sitting around the Salvatore living room that afternoon when Stefan's phone rang. They both tensed at the sound of it, seeing Elena's name filling the screen.