The Vampire Diaries – Every End Has A Start von Asu91 ================================================================================ Kapitel 42: The Quest Pt. 2 --------------------------- Teil 2. Viel Spaß! _________________________________________________________________________________ Here I stand to find the truth and for ought I know No, the more I try The more confusion on my mind And no matter how I try I feel my eyes seem to stay blind You're in quest for more to find the core Your journey still ain't over Your quest is your purpose, go on You're in quest for more to find the core "I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it," Elena said unnerved after they had tried twenty different dresses. "I can just wear the dress I wore at the pageant." "No, absolutely not," Caroline refused. "You can't wear the same dress twice. God, what happened to you? Shopping with you used to be way more fun," she pouted. "I'm sorry," Elena apologized. She felt bad for ruining their time together so she picked the next dress herself. "How about velvet?" In the same moment Caroline had picked a pompous, light-green dress. Elena remembered Stefan telling her that Katherine used to wear dresses like that. "Oh no, no, no, no, no light-green," she rejected. "Okay, try the velvet one then," Caroline said. So she did and she liked it at once. Now it just had to pass Caroline's test, meaning her opinion was all that mattered in the end. "Oh my god, it's so beautiful!" Caroline exclaimed. "And it looks so good on you. I would have never seen you in velvet but here you go. It really suits you. You must buy it!" Elena sighed in relief. She changed back into T-Shirt and jeans and then they walked to the cash desk. "So have already made plans for the Founder's Day parade?" Elena asked while they were waiting for their turn. "Oh yeah, glad you ask," Caroline chirped. "This year we'll go for Gone with the Wind. The dresses are amazing." "Gone with the Wind, huh?" Elena said, little excited. But it wasn't her call to make. Caroline was head of the committee after all. "I really like your dress," Caroline pointed out. "Damon will be totally goggling you." "Mmm," Elena replied, not really paying attention to what Caroline was talking about but then reality hit her hard. "What? Damon?" "He's clearly into you," Caroline told her. "I saw how he looked at you when he met you in school. And back then at the pageant... you two together are better than any of my soaps. There's so much chemistry between you..." "Caroline?" "Yeah?" "I'm sorry but shut up." "I'm just saying," Caroline said. "Yeah and I appreciate that you have an opinion on that matter but honestly there is no matter. I'm with Stefan and it pretty much looks like I'll always be with him," Elena retorted. "Okay, okay, I got it," Caroline replied. "Geez, I didn't know you were so edgy on that." Elena sighed. "I'm sorry, but I just don't want to discuss anything I really don't see happening for a good reason." "Next please," the cashier now said. Elena welcomed the short distraction and put her dress on the desk. Meanwhile Pearl entered the Grill to meet up with John Gilbert. She didn't know what had made her agree to that. Maybe she just wanted to stick it to him, maybe she hoped to get more information out of him. After all she was a vampire with several centuries on him. John was already waiting for her at a table. "Hello, Mr. Gilbert," she greeted him and took a seat. "Pearl. It's a pleasure. I'm glad you made it. Though I must admit, I'm surprised that you came." Whatever the case Pearl was not going to blow her cover, pretending she didn't know anything about his plans. "Jenna tells me that you wanted to discuss the sale of the building in person." "Still revealing yourself to me like this was quite a risk." Pearl scoffed. "I'm not stupid, Mr. Gilbert. You know who I was when you requested the meeting." John nodded. Pearl decided to start her offensive. What had she got to lose? "So Damon tells me that you're looking for the device I took from Jonathan." John nodded again, a little taken aback about her offensive approach. "I'm sure you realize," Pearl went on. "that I have no intention of giving it to you." "That's why I wanted to meet you. I'm planning on changing your mind." "Really?" Pearl said. "How so?" John smiled. "With my Gilbert charm. I know that you have a weakness for it. May I buy you a drink?" Pearl was silent but John signaled the waiter to come over anyway. At the other end town Anna was just filling Jeremy in on the news and he was repeating them to make sure he understood everything. "So your mom was in love with Jonathan Gilbert and he betrayed her?" Anna confirmed it. "And now my uncle John wants this invention-device thing that she gave to Damon." "That's pretty much it," Anna affirmed. Jeremy remembered something. "Look, I asked John about the journal and he told me there were more of them. So that's how he knows everything." Anna sighed. "Do we have to talk about this all night? I've told you everything." She leaned in seductively and kissed him, twice. "I probably shouldn't have because it'll get both of us in a lot of trouble," she concluded, emphasizing the word in a sing-song voice. Jeremy grinned. He put his arms around her and rolled her over. Now he was hovering above her. "I'm not gonna say anything." Anna smiled faintly. "Your uncle wants us dead." "You don't know that." "Yes, I do, he's a hater, Jeremy." "And I'm not?" Her smile got brighter as she stroke his cheek. "No, you're something else entirely." Now Jeremy smiled, too. "Yeah? What would that be?" Anna hesitated for a moment, not sure if she should completely open up to him. But when she looked into his deep, brown eyes she knew that aside from her mother, Jeremy was the only person she could trust completely. "A weakness," she finally revealed to him. She looked at him, waiting for him to reply but he never did. Instead he leant down and started to kiss her passionately. And she kissed him back with the same passion. "So?" Henry asked after a while. "How do you know John Gilbert?" "Oh, I've known him for years. He's a good friend," Damon lied naturally. "How do you know him?" "I met him right after I got out of the tomb," Henry told them. "He's been helping me out." "Helping you out how?" Alaric inquired. "Adapting," Henry answered. "It's a whole new world. Cars... computers... Match.com... There's so much to learn. He helped me get this place." "So you live here alone?" Alaric wanted to know. "Or is there someone else here?" Henry got nervous as Damon could tell so he quickly opened his mouth to calm him. "Sorry, that's my friend very passive-aggressive way of asking questions. Um do you know a woman named Isabol?" "Uh no. No I don't know an Isabol," Henry answered. "I know John. He's my only real friend. He really showed me the ropes. How to use a microwave, separate my whites..." "What else do you do for him?" Again Alaric in his passive-aggressive way. "I keep an eye on things," Henry told them. "You know, with the others." Damon exchanged a glance with Alaric. "The others?" "From the tomb." Damon's eyes widened. He had thought he and Elena had scared them off when they had played Van Helsing. "They're still pissed off at the founding families for trying to burn them alive." Damon and Alaric's features darkened. "Hey, I'm cool," the young vampire defended himself. "But those tomb boys, they want revenge." "What does John want with them?" the history teacher demanded. "He's just keeping an eye an them, you know? Trying to make sure they stay out of trouble." Alaric met Damon's gaze. Like duh. "Well, it's John," Damon said like John was his best buddy. "He's such a do-gooder." He just couldn't help but grin at this extreme, euphemistic image that Henry had of John. Suddenly a cell phone rang. It turned out it was Henry's. The young vampire took it out of his pocket and glanced that the display. "What a coincidence, it's John," he said amused. Damon quickly walked over to him. "Oh, hey, hey, let me talk to him. Alright?" "Yeah, sure." Damon took the cell phone but didn't make any attempt to answer the call. Gradually Henry became suspicious. "Are you gonna answer that?" Damon passed the question to Alaric. "Am I gonna answer that?" Behind Henry's back Alaric shook his head. Henry looked from one to the other. "What's going on?" he asked worriedly and when Damon didn't answer he vamped out and turned to leave but Alaric stopped him. Damon blocked is way from the front and then Alaric drove a stake through Henry's heart. When they let go of him Alaric was breathing hard and Damon was mocking him as usually. He patted his shoulder and repeated his words from earlier. "Let's not kill anyone tonight. Your words. Just pointing that out." Alaric glared at him. Back at the Grill John returned to their table and sat down. "My apologies." "No apologies necessary," Pearl replied politely. "So tell me Mr. Gilbert. Why would I let you have the device?" She knew she was giving him a cue and John immediately went along with it. "Because I can help you. I'm connected around here. The town's council is eating out of my hand. They do whatever I say. And I know that you just want to live your life completed with a white, picket fence and I can help you do that." "But the device doesn't work. Why would you even want it?" Pearl inquired. "It's a family heirloom. Call me sentimental," John answered. Pearl smirked. And if that didn't unnerve him, her next move definitely did. Slowly she got up and got her coat on. "I gave it to Damon," she dropped casually while doing that. "What?" "I gave your device to Damon," Pearl repeated loud and clearly. "Why don't you ask him for yourself? I'm sure he'll be delighted to give it to you and then Mr. Gilbert may you rot in hell," she added and left the Grill. Furious, John watched her walking away, slowly realizing that she had played him from the beginning. At a rental apartment in Grove Hill... While Damon helped himself with blood Alaric walked around to see if he could find anything about his wife. "Find anything yet?" "No, I looked everywhere. The place is clean," Alaric said and took a seat in the armchair in the living room. "Well, I found this behind the blood in the fridge," Damon said and threw a beer to him. Alaric opened it, sighing. "Oh man, this is really dead-end." "I wouldn't work myself up over it now," Damon replied, grabbed a chair, turned it with the back to Alaric and sat down, taking a sip. "What did you think you were going to find, huh? Isabol with cigars and slippers?" Alaric started laughing. "Oh man," he groaned. "I… I've gotta stop this. I can't keep searching for her." "Really? After only two years. That's actually moderately healthy." "How long have you been searching? 146?" "Yeah, next month it would be that long but fortunately I was smart enough to get out after 145. I used to think the 200 mark would be a good stopping point." Alaric laughed again. "I mean, no answer is enough. I keep thinking I want to know why and well, the precise moment my wife decided life with me wasn't enough." "I liked your wife," Damon said. "She was smart. She had this excitement in her eyes. Maybe I should've cared more about her. Find a possible line to Katherine. And not just exchange blood with her like she asked me, too." "That's enough, Damon," Alaric interrupted his sermon. "I don't want to hear anymore. I just don't want to waste any more of my life searching for answers I really don't want to know. Even if that maniac vampire is involved. I mean why didn't she show up after she became a vampire? Which must be the case if Elena talked to her. You gave her blood, you left and somehow after that she died, what made her become a vampire," the teacher babbled on. Damon simply nodded. He couldn't think of any other way. "I'm through with Isabol," Alaric announced. "I'm done with all of this. I'm starting over." Damon just couldn't stop himself. "With Jenna?" That caught the teacher off-guard. "What? How do-" "Intensified eyes-sight," Damon reminded him, smirking. Half-amused, Alaric shook his head and got up. "I'm going home. You coming?" "Mmm," Damon said and got up, too. After spending some time with Jeremy Anan went home and was surprised to find her mother in a hurry, packing her things. "What's the matter?" Anna asked worriedly. "We're leaving, " Pearl announced. "What? No!" Anna protested. "I was wrong to think we could make a home here. It's time for us to move on." "I don't want to leave. I want to stay." "We can't stay. There's too many people who know about us." "So you're just gonna give up?" Anna asked incredulously. "It's not safe here. You know it," Pearl insisted. Anna begged her to say and Pearl knew why. "It's about Jeremy, right?" "No," Anna corrected. "It's about me finally getting to build a life for myself. Please, Mama." "You gave me my life back. I'm just trying to protect yours," Pearl told her. She sighed. "I can't force you. It's your decision." "What made you decide?" Anna inquired. "John knows that Damon has the device." "What?" "He asked me to meet him and I lost it. I'm sorry. Do you understand now why we have to leave?" Anna nodded. _________________________________________________________________________________ Teil 3 folgt dann so schnell wie möglich, aber da ich noch was reinbringen will, was in der Serie nicht drankam wirds vllt nen Tag länger dauern ;) Bis demnächst eure Asu Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)