On My Own (TVD Series)

It's Just The Two Of Us Now

THE NEXT DAY

Standing at the edge of the mausoleum with my should between the metal gates, I stared outward at the headstones around me. Counting every angel or statue engraved in the stone, I muted out the noise behind me as it seemed to get louder after every second.

'Hello? Am I invisible to you now?' Silas blurted out.

"No...I can see and hear perfectly fine."

'Alright...then recite the spell.'

"I am...in my head, where you can't hear my true feelings."

Hearing the sound of the wooden bench squeak from the sound of his weight lifting off, his boots had made their way over to the outside of the mausoleum, blocking my view.

'As Vezat Esvet.'

"As Vezat Esvat." I sighed, pushing myself off the wall.

 'Esvet, not Vat. I feel like I'm teaching calculus to an infant.'

"I'm sorry, I don't speak demonic tongue..."

Lifting my hands in the air, I ignited the burned-out candles in the corner as the sun behind us started to set.

'Ooh! I've been upgraded to a demon? How biblical and fitting, seeing as I probably will kill a lot of people in an epic, all-inclusive way once I'm out of here.' Silas mumbled.

"Try it and I swear to you that the only light you will see is you burning at the stake."

'Ouch...a bit barbaric don't you think?'

"For you...there's no such thing."

Leaning myself up against the far back wall of the room, Silas stood in the middle of the door with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched.

'I wonder...have you spoken you your mother?'

"Wouldn't you like to know..."

'No...but, since we're on the terms of barbaric...your mother murdering your older sister, is a bit much don't you think?'

Feeling a rough and abrupt growl emerges from deep inside my chest, Silas' eyes widen, taking a step back from the room.

"Speak about my mother and this little agreement we have is over..."

'Coming from the witch who choked me into dust...I believe you.'

Hours had passed by since Enzo left and the thought of not being able to run away from Silas has burned holes into my skin. His nagging and self-loathing had reached its peak once he laid on the empty tombstone in the corner, but before I could get some rest he took another breath.

'How is my shadow self? Is it a crime for someone so good-looking to be so sad all the time?'

"I'm about five seconds away from blowing up my own brain-" I hissed, just as Elena and Liv strode into the mausoleum.

"Hey...did you find a traveler that's gonna get is out of here?"

"Yep. Learning the spell as we speak...I'd introduce you, but um-"

"Thank you. Whoever you are." Elena blurted out, looking around the room.

'Oh, just the perfect specimen of man, that's all.'

"Just an old hag...she's quite the handful." I interrupted, glaring over at Silas.

"...and really senile."