Heretic, #Stefan Salvatore Story#

The Dinner Party (2 × 15)

Godrick was in the woods a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Jeremy had informed him last night that Bonnie had discovered that Elijah had planed to let Elena die in the ritual, and now the others were angry with him for not informing them that he was aware of the fact. It wasn't his fault really, they knew he didn't talk about things unless he was asked, and no one asked him. Should he be blamed if people forgot about him half the time. He just had that king of ghost personality were people forgot about him until he made is presence known. He took advantage of it that is true, but really, they could try to make an effort.

He grumbled about the ignorance of his friends as he reached the ruins in the middle of the woods. Walking to the stairs he descended them two at a time with a little skip in his steps. His friends may be mad at him, but Elena wasn't and that was all that mattered to him. Well that and the fact that things were going his way.

Speaking of, Godrick reached the bottom of the stairs and made his way to the metal door of the cell. Opening it, he stepped through and place his duffle on the floor before he closed the door behind him. Opening the duffle, he took out thick black chains embedded with wolfsbane. Straightening up, he walked toward the woman passed out on the chair and got to work.

He had tied her up with wolfsbane soaked ropes but that would only hold her for so long, chains were a lot better. It took his a few minutes to replace each piece of rope with the chains but he managed to do it without waking up his prisoner. It was a miracle really, but then again, he had shot her full of wolfbane not 12 hours again so he could understand her lack of reaction.

Throwing the bloody ropes into his bag he dug around one of the side pockets and took out a pair of tweezers, a bottle of disinfectant and a rag. Really having a father who was a doctor was useful sometimes. All sorts of different medical tools scattered around the house, how convenient. Crouching in front of the women he lifted up her shirt to reveal her stomach and the bullet wound he had inflicted on her the night before. He soaked the rag with the cleaning alcohol and started wiping away to blood.

The werewolf still didn't react, he may have hit her head to hard, oh well, never mind, as long as she was still alive. She'll heal eventually. Throwing the rag back in to the bag when he was done, he took the tweezers and drenched them with the disinfectant before he stabbed the medical tool into the wound and started twisting it. That got him a reaction.

Jules jolted awake with a cry of pain, screwing her eyes shut as the Gilbert boy continued to dig around her stomach, doing her best to ignore the pain. Godrick ignored her plight and twisted the tweezers again and again until he found what he was looking for. Not caring if he hurt her or not, he didn't bother being careful has he took hold of the object he was looking for and ripped it out in one swift move.

Jules gasped in relief as the wound on her stomach started healing before she looked down at what the boy had taken out of her. It was a small piece of metal, with barely noticeable specks of an herb embedded into it. Wolfsbane she guessed. The Gilbert boy dropped the small piece of metal carelessly on the floor before he cleaned the tweezers with alcohol and got started on her other wounds. The bullet he had used was made to scatter into the body in order to cause the most damage, there was a lot more pieces to get out.

Half an hour later and Godrick was cleaning his bloody hands on a clean rag as he his prisoner finally took a painless breath. He wished he had thought of bringing head phones with him. He didn't have trouble ignoring her screams, he didn't really care if he hurt her or not, but God she was loud! He was pretty sure he lost some of his hearing capacity. He was just glad they were in the middle of nowhere or someone would have heard her. Now that would have been hard to explain.

He had to admire her pain tolerance though, she hadn't lost consciousness once during the whole ordeal and he knew out painful it was to have someone dig around his insides. That was not a pleasant memory.