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In the Dark	By : jensencat Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or The Vampire Diaries. I am making no profit from this story, nor will I ever. The characters of Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries do not belong to me. Only my story and plot belong to me.

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“I gave my word, Rebekah!” Elijah growled, racing in front of his sister to block her way to the door.
“Our brother is dead!” she shrieked, glaring at him angrily.
“I can’t let you harm Elena,” he told her again. Rebekah was set on killing Elena, and Elijah knew that she could. He could only hope that her rage would subside. She exhaled angrily, glaring up at her noble brother. She would never understand how he remained so contained. Klaus was gone, and here he was, calmly telling her why she couldn’t avenge his death.
“I am going to kill that little bitch,” she snarled, relenting for the time being and retreating into the mansion.
“Maybe it’s time you let her have her way,” Kol mused from his place where he was lounging on the couch.
“Kol, someday I hope you might come to understand the concept of honor,” Elijah said, turning to face his untamable brother.
“Honor,” Kol chuckled. “I’ve never understood your fascination with it, Elijah. It’s just so…confining.”
“Don’t you ever get tired?” Elijah wondered, “Of living without a moral code or standards?”
“No, I don’t,” Kol flashed a wicked grin, rising from the couch in one fluid motion and leaving the room.
Elijah sighed, knowing that he faced a challenge keeping his remaining siblings in line.

“Elena, wake up,” Matt said, his familiar voice pulling Elena from her sleeping state.
She moaned softly, trying to resist the will of the daylight. But in the end, consciousness won over and she sat up, peering through the truck’s dusty windows, trying to find a clue as to their location. “Where are we?” she mumbled, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.
“We’re back in Mystic Falls,” he informed her.
“Where are we going?”
“You tell me,” he said, turning his eyes back to the road.
“Take me to the boardinghouse,” she said automatically. She had to see for herself if… she couldn’t bear to even think the words. She pressed her head against the back of the seat, and her fists clenched nervously.
Only a few minutes later, although the wait felt like it lasted centuries, the Chevrolet rolled up in front of the Salvatore boardinghouse. Elena opened up the door and hopped out almost before they had stopped moving, and she rushed into the house, flinging open the door and entering with Matt close behind her.
She could hear her heart pounding rapidly in her chest as she looked around frantically, striding into the large living room. Suddenly, Damon was on her, pushing her against the wall.
“Elena!” he gasped, his hand pressing firmly against her shoulder.
“Damon,” she breathed in a sigh of relief. Then, after a moment, she saw his fierce gaze trained on her face and noticed the palm of his hand pressing hard against her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing? You can’t just disappear like that!” His voice was harsh and demanding, but he released his hold on her shoulder.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she said, realizing that she wasn’t the only one who had been worrying. “I didn’t think—I—I thought you were dead!” Her brown eyes began to glisten with forming tears which she tried to blink away. She clutched his head and stood on her toes to nestle her nose in his hair. “You’re alive, Damon,” she whispered into his ear. “You’re really alive.” After a moment of shocked hesitation, he returned her hug and allowed a tentative smile to form on his lips, forgetting his anger. Much too soon, he withdrew from her embrace.
“Last night,” he began, “you never showed up at the warehouse. You didn’t answer your phone when I called, either. I managed to fend off Alaric—barely—and I got back to Mystic Falls as fast as I could. I thought you came back here…for Stefan.” He said his brother’s name with an almost undetectable note of disdain. “Where were you? You have no idea how worried I was.”
Last night. A faint blush crept over Elena’s cheeks at the mention of it, but she managed to keep her cool for the most part. “That doesn’t matter now,” she said earnestly, looking into his blue eyes, and she then enveloped him in another hug, resting her chin on his shoulder and letting her eyes slide closed for a moment. She inhaled his musky scent and held onto him tightly.
When her eyes finally opened again, her gaze was met by the solemn, brooding eyes of Stefan. “Stefan,” she said, pulling away from Damon and stepping towards the younger Salvatore.
“You’re okay,” he stated.
“Of course I am,” she said softly.
“Can’t blame a guy for worrying,” Damon said flippantly. “You do have a history of getting yourself into the worst possible situations.”
The corner of Elena’s mouth turned up slightly, allowing Damon’s dark humor to lighten her mood. “Well, I’m fine now,” she assured them. “More importantly, Klaus must have lied about being the sire of our bloodline because you two are also fine.”
“So, what, we’ll just all get together later to celebrate being alive?” Damon asked sarcastically. “It’s a bit soon to get excited because, in case you haven’t heard, Alaric is still out there with an indestructible stake that could kill us all, and we still have absolutely no idea who the sire of our bloodline is!”
“Well, if you’ve got it all figured out, why don’t you tell me what our next move should be?” Elena replied curtly, and Damon huffed with frustration.
“Then what do you suggest?” Damon asked. “Oh, that’s right—you don’t have a clue.”
“We should celebrate the fact that you all didn’t die last night along with Klaus,” she said. Damon was being sarcastic when he made the suggestion, but it was actually a good idea. “There’s nothing we can do about Alaric yet. He’ll show his face sooner or later, and we’ll deal with it. For now, we need to focus on the good things. We don’t do that enough. I’ll call everyone over here. Can we please take one little day to be happy that you didn’t all die? Klaus is dead! How long have we wanted that? This is a major victory, and we need to acknowledge that.”
“Alaric will still be trying to kill us all tomorrow,” Stefan agreed, stepping forward.
“Fine,” Damon said finally, “We’ll do it your way, Elena. But we’re going to your house because Alaric hasn’t been invited in, and we can’t take any chances.”
“Great,” Elena smiled. “Let’s go.”

A few hours later, they were all gathered in the Gilbert house. Elena, Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Matt and Jeremy were in the living room, drinking various cocktails and immersed in an intense game of Pictionary. They were all a little bit tipsy and throwing out guesses as Matt drew something unidentifiable.
“That is clearly a blowfish!” Jeremy laughed, cracking up uncontrollably.
“It’s a dolphin on a skateboard!” Damon guessed.
“No!” Matt cried, frantically adding lines to the drawing that didn’t do much to alter it.
“Okay, I give up,” Stefan said, smiling. Suddenly, his ringtone blasted from his pocket, and he wandered into the kitchen to take the call, not bothering to look at the caller id. “Hello?”
“Stefan,” Bonnie’s clear, young voice came through the phone. She’d turned down their invitation earlier, choosing to scour her Grimoire for a way to kill Alaric instead of spending time with her friends.
“Bonnie,” Stefan said, his voice growing serious. “Did you find something?”
“Kind of,” she said tentatively.
“Good,” he replied. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the boardinghouse,” she said.
“I’m on my way,” Stefan said quickly before hanging up. He reentered the living room to tell everyone that he was leaving and quickly went over to the boardinghouse, eager to see what Bonnie had to say.
The Pictionary game died down after a while, and Caroline grew increasingly miserable. She didn’t know why she let herself get roped into coming to this stupid celebration. Celebrating what? Tyler was dead. Everyone was dead. So many people had died in the past two years. There were too many deaths, and there were about to be a lot more if they didn’t do something about Alaric—but that wouldn’t be much better anyway; Alaric had been their trusted teacher, Elena’s guardian, and a close friend to all of them before Esther turned him into a vampire.
Trying to have fun despite all of the death surrounding them was one thing. Caroline understood that. What she couldn’t understand was how they were all laughing when it had been less than a day since Tyler’s death. Did it really not affect them at all? Were they that absorbed in their own lives that they didn’t care about Tyler? They hadn’t even had time to properly grieve yet. Tyler hadn’t even had a funeral.
Caroline got up from the couch. “I’m going,” she announced, heading towards the door.
“Come on, Care, stay!” Matt pleaded.
“How can I?” she asked. “Tyler is dead. It hasn’t even been a day, and you’re all celebrating?” She shook her head and walked out the door.
“Caroline!” Matt called, following her out to try to comfort her. Jeremy followed as well, looking guilty.
Suddenly, the house was silent. It was only Elena and Damon, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, staring at each other.
“She’s right,” Elena said softly after a moment. “We shouldn’t have been celebrating when we haven’t even mourned Tyler’s death.
Damon moved closer to her and gently stroked her cheek. “Like you said earlier, Klaus’s death was a major victory for us. It isn’t wrong to celebrate. With our track record for deaths, if we denied ourselves happiness whenever anyone died we’d never stop mourning.”
“That’s cold,” Elena said.
“It’s reality,” Damon corrected, drowning her in his deep blue eyes.
“I know there’s more to you than that, Damon,” Elena said. “Stop pretending you don’t feel it because I know you do.”
“I feel, Elena,” Damon snapped, standing up. “Okay? And it sucks. I just prefer not to dwell on the fact that everyone is dead!”
“I’m not dwelling on anything! I’m admitting that when the people I love die, it hurts me. You just deny it, and then you go off and do something stupid! So many people are dead, Damon. Tyler is dead. I’m not going to pretend I don’t care. If you are, then you should probably leave.”
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll go. Goodbye, Elena.” And, just like that, he was gone, and the sound of the front door slamming echoed throughout the house.

Stefan flung open the door of the boardinghouse. “Bonnie?” he called, looking around for her.
“Stefan, you came,” Bonnie said, rising from the couch to greet him. “We have a bit of a problem.”
“Tell me what you found.”
“There is a spell that might work,” Bonnie began. “It could reverse the spell Esther used when she turned Alaric in the first place. It’s very risky, but if it works it could break the link between Alaric and Elena. Theoretically, this would kill Alaric and leave Elena perfectly fine.”
“Theoretically?” Stefan asked.
“Well, Alaric’s life is currently dependent on the link to Elena’s life force. When he no longer has that link, he should die.”
“If there is even a possibility that it could work, we have to try,” Stefan said.
“The only problem is that the spell was put in place by the Original witch,” Bonnie reminded him. “I’m not strong enough to reverse it. Even with help, doing the spell would kill me.”
“How can you know that?” Stefan asked. “What if you got help from the other side?”
“Who would help me?”
“What about the hundred dead witches who you used to bring Jeremy back after he died?” Stefan suggested.
“They won’t ever help me again,” Bonnie said quietly. “The spirits are angry with me. Witches are supposed to restore balance to nature. Everything that I’ve done goes against that. If I try to reverse the spell, it will kill me, and it might not even work.”
“Then we’ll just keep looking until we find something that will!” Stefan shouted, running his hands through his hair and turning his back to Bonnie.
“There might be something else we could try,” Bonnie admitted, “but you won’t like it.”
“What is it?” Stefan demanded, facing her again. “We have to exhaust every possible option.”
“We could kill Elena,” Bonnie said.
“What?” Stefan cried. “No! We’re not going to kill Elena. What are you talking about?”
“We’d bring her back after,” Bonnie said. “She would only have to be dead for a minute. Alaric would die, and we would resuscitate Elena, like the time I killed Jeremy."
“Are you sure it’s going to work?” Stefan asked.
“It should work, yes,” Bonnie said. “If we can bring her back.”
“What do you mean, ‘if’?” Stefan demanded.
“There is the risk that we won’t be able to resuscitate her,” Bonnie said.
“There has to be another way!” Stefan said.
“I was able to bring back both Jeremy and Matt,” Bonnie reminded him. “I can do it to Elena. She’s my friend, too. I won’t let anything happen to her. I just want you to know that there’s a risk.”
“Elena needs to know about this,” Stefan said. “Thank you, Bonnie.”
“You’re welcome,” Bonnie gathered up her things and went to the door. “Stefan, you need to think very carefully about what you do next. You know Damon won’t stand for this.” And with that, she was gone, leaving Stefan to brood in silence.

Author's Note: I've been mostly focusing on TVD characters so far, but I promise the next chapter will have more to do with Team Free Will!
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