bad idea right? | tvd (1)

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Elena stood at the grill, the sizzling sounds of meat and the chatter of the crowd fading into the background as her phone buzzed with an urgent call from Stefan. Her heart pounded as she listened, her expression shifting from confusion to horror. When she finally hung up, she turned to Damon, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and frustration.

"Why am I just finding out about this now?" Damon's voice was edged with irritation as he turned toward her, his face darkening with concern and anger.

"Stefan was worried that you-" Elena began, but Damon cut her off, his gaze fierce and unyielding.

"That I would what? That I would kill him? Of course. That's what needs to happen," he snapped, his eyes blazing with a mix of determination and rage.

"No, Damon, not Tyler. Do whatever you need to do to get Chloe back but just leave Tyler out of it, okay?" Elena's voice was firm but laced with desperation, her eyes pleading as she tried to reason with him.

"Why? He's a werewolf. He needs to die. I'm willing to kill. It's a win-win," Damon said, his tone cold and pragmatic, revealing the inner conflict between his sense of justice and his love for Chloe.

"You can't because you know that she wouldn't want you to."

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Chloe was sobbing uncontrollably, her body wracked with agony. Every jolt of pain was a reminder of the man's cruelty, each new sensation a cruel twist in her suffering.

"So, how many vampires are there in this town anyway?" the man asked, his voice a cold, detached curiosity. When Chloe remained silent, he grinned and used a water gun to douse her with vervain.

The instant the liquid hit her skin, Chloe's scream pierced the air, raw and desperate. The vervain burned like fire, searing through her flesh. She could barely catch her breath when the man pulled out a dart gun, loaded with a dozen wooden toothpicks. With a sadistic smile, he shot them into her neck, each projectile sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through her.

Her cries echoed in the dimly lit room as the man left, walking outside to join Jules. The moment he stepped out, Stefan arrived with Tyler, his face a mask of determination and anxiety.

"Where's Chloe?" Stefan demanded, his voice strained with urgency.

"Locked up tight," Jules replied, her tone almost mocking.

"Let her go and I'll release Tyler. It doesn't have to get any messier than it already has. I'm not your enemy, Jules," Stefan offered, trying to negotiate with a sense of desperation.

"It's a little late to be waving a white flag, don't you think?" Jules responded, her eyes narrowing.

"You need to leave town. No one else has to get hurt," Stefan said, his voice firm but pleading.

"I'm not leaving without Tyler," Jules declared, her stance resolute.

"Tyler's free to make his own decisions. As soon as you release Chloe," Stefan insisted.

"My brother, the peacemaker," Damon's voice cut through, dripping with a mix of sarcasm and menace. He stepped forward, his presence adding an edge to the tension. "Since Stefan got here before me, I'm gonna let him try it his way before I resort to my way, which is a little bloodier. So give us Chloe."

"Let go of Tyler," Jules countered.

"Give us Chloe. Without a full moon, it's not an even fight and you know it. We will take you," Damon warned, his voice low and dangerous.