Stone Cold

The Last Dance

Chapter Thirty: The Last Dance

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A frown settled on Garrett's lips as he stood in the dimly lit basement of the Salvatore boarding house. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest as he stared through the barred window in the door in front of him. Through the small gaps he was greeted by the same sight he had been gifted with for day upon day now. 

Brigs' slim frame was still nestled on the cot opposite the door. However, unlike most days where she was simply curled up in a ball on the bed, the witch had managed to force herself upright today. Her back was pressed against the cool stone of the wall behind her while her knees were pulled close to her chest. Her chin rested atop her knees as her tired dark eyes stared straight ahead. 

"Are you just going to stand there all day?" Her voice was rough when she spoke, her eyes seeming to cut straight through Garrett's tall frame. 

"How are you feeling?" He lamely asked, not knowing what else to say to the woman that was supposed to be his closest friend. 

"Weak. Like death," she scoffed as he dark orbs shifted to look around at the blue flowers that filled the room. Their color nearly identical to the liquid in the IV that Damon had been sure to regularly refill to keep her magic muted.  "Though I suppose that was the point of all this, wasn't it?"

"This was the only way to keep you safe--" He began.

"Safe?" The word tasted bitter on her tongue, having already heard the pathetic excuse. "Yes, my safety is exactly what Alaric was thinking about when he jabbed that syringe into my skin. It was what you were thinking about when you agreed to let Damon keep me locked up down here, constantly drugging me. My safety."

"I know that you don't believe me, but it's the truth." He insisted, his ears perking up slightly at the sound of people moving around upstairs. "You might not think the others have your safety at heart, but I do, Brigitta. You've told me about Klaus before and what he's capable of. Elijah might've been happy about finding you alive, but do you really think Klaus will be as kind with what he has planned? He'll see you as a threat, someone that needs to be taken out."

"Which he can't do, in case you've forgotten," she challenged.

"It's only a theory that you can't die until Elijah does. You have no proof of it being true," he rolled his eyes at her words. "You're safer in there until we take care of Klaus."

"But you need me to take care of him," she pressed, putting as much power behind her words as she could. "Bonnie isn't strong enough to take Niklaus on. All you'll be doing is sending her in to be killed."

"I'd rather it be her than you," he spoke honestly. While he had come to care about the people of Mystic Falls that didn't mean that he was willing to stand by and allow his oldest and closest friend to sacrifice herself. 

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"Oh! Who is this guy. Safari Sam?"

Katherine's entire body was stiff as she sat in the arm chair in Alaric's apartment. Her dark eyes following the familiar sandy haired male's figure, well aware that it wasn't the skilled hunter that truly filled the being. No, she could still see the familiar gleam of malice and cruelty that she had first encountered centuries earlier.