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Chapter 7

       "You're a witch?" Damon asked me, following the map of Jeremys blood.
        "Yes." I said to him.
        "Are you sure that wasn't Bon Bon?" He asked.
        "Damon. For the seven thousandth time. Yes I'm a witch. Yes I'm a vampire. Yes I'm sure that wasn't Bonnie!" I say.
       "When were you gonna tell us?" Stefan asked.
       "Didn't think I needed to tell you back in 1864." Lie. "Besides my powers hadn't developed yet." Another lie. "And personally, I thought y'all would burn me."
        "I would have." Damon said. "Oh wait.. let's do it now."
        "Damon I've just given you the biggest lead to your girlfriend. I don't think you want to talk to me like this."
        "Blah blah blah. My names Iris and I think I'm the bestest thing ever." Damon said in a high pitch voice.  Stefan pulls out a bag that some guy named Alaric gave him. "Alaric sure likes his weapons." Damon said. Stefan pulls out a bottle of a yellowish liquid.
       "What the hell is that?" I asked. Damon shrugged.
        "I don't know. It's a vervain bomb, or grenade launcher. Or something like that." Stefan said, examining the bottle.
        "Weird."
        "Hey. How much further do we have to go?" Stefan asked me.
        "About eighty miles or so." I said to him. "Who do you guys think have her?"
         "Definitely someone from Katherines past. She did mention something about running from someone." Stefan said.
        "Thank you for helping me." Damon says out of the blue.
       "Your my brother. And I once cared about Elena too." Stefan says.
        "We are getting close. About six more miles." I said to Damon. He nodded, pulling out a blood bag. He opens it and took a sip. He motions to Stefan.
        "If you want some. Just ask." Damon says. Stefan is full on ripper.
         "I'm gonna stick to my bunnies." Stefan says. I roll my eyes.
        "I however would like some." I said to Damon. He hands me the blood bag, and I take a few sips. "Oh, and the house is beyond those trees."
        "I have more experience with this then the both of you do." Damon says. Only if you knew.
         "Your point?" Stefan asks.
         "And no you don't." I said. Stefan looks at me. "Just trust me."
        "Look these vamps have to be at least five hundred years old. It's together equals that." Well sure. If the number 1300 years is what you're going for. Then sure.
      "So noble stefan. Such a dick Damon. Let's go." I said hopping out of the car, walking up to the house. I run to the back, kicking in the vent, crawling through. "Shhh." I say to Stefan and Damon. I listen in to hear two well known voices. "Shit." Damon breaks a glass bottle the second we were standing upstairs. "Jack ass!" I whisper shout.
        "It's go time." Damon and Stefan start to use their super speed. I have know clue who is downstairs, but i can feel how powerful they are. I peek my head out from behind the stairwell. Damon, Elena, and Stefan are gone.
       "Excuse me. To whom it may concern, you're making a great mistake if you think that you can beat me. You can't. Do you hear that?" My brothers voice asks. Elijah. He grabs a coat rack and breaks it, creating a stake. "I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girl, I'm gonna count to three or heads will roll. Do we understand each other?" Things started to happen so fast. Next thing I know, Damon is pinned on top of Elijah, stake in hand.
         "Damon stop!" I yell, running out of the shadows.
        "Iris?" Elijah calls out. Damon takes the stake and plunges it into Elijah heart.
        "ELIJAH!" I call out. His body starts to desiccate.
          "Let's go blondie." Damon says pulling me up off of my brother. I put my hands around Damon's neck.
          "You killed my brother!" I said to him, choking him even more.
         "Your brothers and original?" Stefan asked me, holding the Patrova doppelgänger.
         "I am an original vampire. I am the original witch. And I am going to kill you, Damon Salvatore." I said.