Elena's POV
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My mouth nearly drops, "What in the hell is she doing here?" I look at the other three standing around her.
Caroline takes a step forward, "Now... Elena.. before you jump to any hasty conclusions, she's here to help. That's all"
I pace back and forth, laughing out loud for everyone to hear me. With a little kick of sarcasm, so they know how foolish I think all this sounds. Rebekah and I have never gotten along, I don't trust her. She only ever gets involved if it benefits her in some way.
Rebekah starts to speak, I stop; facing out the window trying to contain my anger. This little demon inside me isn't helping. I would like to personally rip her head off myself. Ahh, if only.
"I know a way to break whatever is causing all these hullucinations and black outs. It is going to require Marcel. He knows about everything here in New Orleans. He would know what this is and what it wants, and most importantly how to stop it."
I turn, with a snarl on my face. "Well, Rebekah, it turns out.. we already know what is wrong. I don't think we need you or Marcel's gracious help."
Caroline turns to Stefan looking confused.
Katherine pipes in, "Well, what is it then?"
"Bonnie was just about to tell me, as we were rudely interrupted by unwanted company." I say in a hostile tone, clearly ready to attack.
We all turn to Bonnie, who looks aggrevated; can't say that I blame her. She looks down at the journal she has in her lap. "His name is Vlad, I don't have much information on him yet.. but he performs dark magic and is also the medium for Evil spirits passing through to Hell..."
She pauses, and takes a deep breath. "I'm not sure yet, why he has anything to do with us. Or how, but I'll be doing extensive research until I get more answers." She looks up at me, tears flooding her eyes slowly.
I plop down on the chair next to her, not believeing what I am hearing. Damon's cranks are turning in his head, it's written all over his face. Katherine is standing oddly close to Stefan as he looks at the floor, and Caroline is looking over at Katherine looking rather irritated. Finally, my eyes look up at Rebekah's whose eyes are looking right back into mine. She looks deathly white, like she just saw a ghost.
I bite my lip, pondering whether or not to ask what I probably don't want the answer too.. but against my better judgement.. I take a deep breath..... "Rebekah, do you know anything about Vlad?"
She looks over at the door, barely letting out a whisper: "I've heard of him, yes..."
She looks as if she is going to elaborate, but then she clears her throat; looking away from me and says: "I don't really know anything about him, no..."
Damon walks over to me, kneels down and grabs my hand. He looks up at Stefan and says, "Well, brother, it looks like it's time to get some answers. We've got a lot of work to do...."
I walk out of the room, headed downstairs to go out front; I need air. As I walk out the door, I am very aware that Rebekah is keeping something from me, and from the rest of us...
and I intend to find out exactly what it is....
