Invisible Strings ✧ Mikaelson

4. 𝓣𝓸𝓶𝓫'𝓼 𝓢𝓾𝓬𝓴

       "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-eight bottles of beer. Take one down,-"

Brie's dull singing was cut off by the sound of rapid footsteps echoing across the age-old stone. She watched as Stefan ceased his pacing. From the entrance of the tomb, Damon and Elena's voices echoed. Brie didn't care about what was being said; only catching snippets of Elena blaming Damon. She thought that was a bit much but didn't care because as quickly she'd come screaming in, she'd quietly left.

Standing, Brie trailed after Stefan, reaching the entrance to see Damon peering at both of them. His blue gaze glinted with frustration as his hands rested on his hips. No one spoke right off, leaving Brie to sigh loudly and shuffle her bare feet in the dirt; her flip flops were somewhere in the back of the tomb.

"Well this is a turn of events," Brie settled, grinning as Damon's lips curved upward and his eyes didn't shine with as much disdain. For a moment, neither did hers.

"Of all the idiot plans, you twins just had to make this play." Damon looked between them. "You're idiots, both of you."

Brie nodded as Stefan shrugged. "It was a play, we'll be alright," Stefan assured him but Damon didn't seem convinced. His gaze flickered to Brie who was drawing spirals in the dirt with her big toe. Stefan nodded his head slightly, earning a loud groan that pulled Brie's attention to the conversation once more.

"I'll find a way to get you both out," Damon swore. "So try not to drive each other insane, we wouldn't want the wonder duo hating each other." He winked as Brie stuck her tongue out.

"That's us, thank you very much." Brie gestured from herself and to him. "And what's the worst that could happen? We're in here and you're out there, stuck doing the hokey pokey with a witch that has serious trust issues, a kid who does the electric slide to death and a doppelganger that wants to do the two-step with the Killer K's."

Damon let out a laugh as Stefan shook his head, a smile gracing his lips. "Yeah, sounds like I got stuck with the heavy lifting while you two martyred your way into a vacation."

"Just keep Elena away from here." Stefan was near pleading, as Brie nodded. The tense and dismal atmosphere returned, this time Brie allowed it to linger between her brothers.

"Yeah," Damon scoffed. "'Cause that'll be easy." He watched Brie nod and he rolled his eyes, she clearly wasn't paying attention and nodding to whatever they were saying. It was a dangerous habit of hers, one that he had to avert more times than he cared to admit when they were still kids.

Stefan stepped closer to the barrier. "Promise me. No matter what happens. You'll protect her." His gaze glinted with the truth. It was no secret that Damon was falling in love with Elena and more than ever, Stefan counted on that to keep her safe.

"Or," Brie interjected, gaining their intense expressions. "You could get a witch to spell her inside her house, no vamps in or out, no suicide missions and heat for the winter."

Brie trailed off. "You know, like a gerbil." She grinned as both sighed.

"She's not a gerbil, Brie and even if she was you'd have her dead within a day." Damon fired back but didn't shoot the idea down fully. "And I promise." He looked back to Stefan who nodded. Damon gestured once again to Brie who had turned her back as Katherine arrived. Stefan nodded and Damon left, not sparing them another glance.