Stone Cold

Plan B

Chapter Twenty-One: Plan B

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"So are we roped into going to the masquerade ball, too, or were we just meant to be Carol Lockwood's slaves?" Alaric questioned as he drove himself and Brigs through town. However, rather than heading towards the Lockwood home to help set up from the nearing ball they were headed towards the Salvatore home-- Damon having called and asked them to come over.

"We have invitations too," Brigs chuckled as she looked over at the man sitting behind the wheel. "Though I think I'd much rather order a pizza and watch a movie with you. That is, unless you were wanting to go?"

"Pizza and a movie sound perfect to me," he grinned at the idea. "I'll take sweats over tux any day."

"And this is why you're the perfect man." She chuckled as he pulled in the Salvatore's driveway.

"Really? 'Cause that's not what you said when I beat you at darts the other day and you got stuck volunteering at the park," he pointed out as they climbed out of the car. "I'm pretty sure that you called me an asshole then."

He was too busy grabbing the box out of the backseat to notice the way her smile dimmed at the mention of the park. After everything that had happened Brigs had made the others all swear that they wouldn't tell Alaric about her involvement in Damon's game to bring down Mason. He had no idea that she had been in the cell with the three vampires, that Liz had been planning on killing her too, thinking she was a vampire. As far as he knew she had been left behind to help clean up at the park and had only been told about everything after the fact.

"That's in the past," she tried her best to shrug it off as she led the way to the front door. She didn't bother knocking before she let herself in, holding the door open for Alaric as he came in behind her.

"Rick! Witch!" Damon greeted the couple.

"What are you doing here?" Brigs frowned at the sight of Jeremy standing in the living room with Damon.

"Helping Damon," Jeremy shrugged as though it were a common occurrence. "I'm the one who found out about the moon stone."

"Does Elena know you're here?" Alaric asked.

"Not exactly," Jeremy admitted.

"What you got?" Damon eyed the box.

"Oh, this is Isobel's research from Duke. Her assistant sent it to me," Alaric told him.

"Vanessa, the hottie," Damon grinned at the reminder of the young woman.

"Yes, the one who also shot you with a crossbow," Brigs reminded him.

"Now do you remember the old Aztec curse she told us about?" Alaric tried to move the conversation along.

"Sun and the moon, blah blah blah," Damon shrugged.

"Aztec curse, cool." Jeremy grinned at the new piece of information.

"Yeah, supposedly vampires and werewolves used to roam freely until a shaman put a curse on them to limit their power. Since then, werewolves can only turn on a full moon and vampires are weakened by the sun," Alaric caught the teenager up.

"Most of them, anyway." Damon wiggled his fingers, showing off his daylight ring.

"According to the legend, the werewolf part of the curse... it's sealed with the moon stone," Alaric shared the newest piece of information that he'd learnt from Isobel's research.

"What do you mean, sealed?" Jeremy asked.

"It's a witch thing," Damon glanced towards Brigs. "Care to explain, Witchy?"