The Vampire Diaries (Damon Salvatore X Oc)

Who Did This?

Sylvia's POV

I was tucked away in the library, nose-deep in a book, when my phone started buzzing on the table. I glanced at the screen. Alaric? That was... weird. He never called me.

"Alaric? What's up?" I answered, a little surprised.

"Come to class," he said, not giving me much to work with.

I frowned. Class? This late? 

My mind immediately jumped to Jeremy drama again. But just as I was heading toward Alaric's classroom, I spotted Damon strolling down the hallway, looking like he owned the place. 

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, quickening my pace to catch up with him. He looked at me with that signature smirk. "I don't know, you tell me," he replied, all mystery and sarcasm. 

"Well, that's helpful," I muttered as we walked in together. Alaric's classroom wasn't usually this crowded, but there they were: Stefan, Elena, and now, Damon and I. The whole gang.

Something was definitely up.

"Sylvia, Damon, thanks for coming," Alaric said, sounding serious.

Damon, of course, couldn't resist being himself. "Sorry I'm late. My dog ate my, uh... never mind," he quipped, plopping down next to me. I shot him a look, and he winked at me. 

I glanced around at the crew, eyebrows raised. "Okay, what's with all the frowny faces? Did I miss the memo on bad news day?"

Alaric cleared his throat, not wasting any time. "I saw Isobel last night."

That got everyone's attention.

Damon sat up straighter. "Isobel is here? In town?" he asked, glancing over at Elena like she should've known this already.

Elena looked back at him, clearly as surprised as the rest of us.

Damon leaned forward scowling. "Did you ask her about Uncle John? Are they working together?"

Alaric shook his head. "No."

Damon's eyes flickered with annoyance. "No, they're not? Or no, you didn't ask?"

Alaric sighed. "I didn't ask."

Damon threw his hands up, exasperated. "What about the invention? You know, the thing everyone's freaking out over?"

Alaric crossed his arms. "Didn't ask."

"Did she know about the tomb vampires?" Damon pressed, clearly getting more frustrated by the second.

"I don't know," Alaric admitted.

Damon threw his hands up again. "Did words completely escape you?" Alaric shot him a look. "Sorry, I was a little too distracted by my dead vampire wife to ask a bunch of questions."

Damon turned his attention to Elena. "What did she want?" Elena shifted uncomfortably, looking between Damon and Stefan. "She... she wants to see me."

His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "You don't have to see her if you don't want to," Sefan said quietly.

"You don't have to do this," I sighed rubbing her arm.

Elena gave me a small, sad smile. "I don't really have a choice," 

And I frowned, "W-why?" Alaric cut in, looking uncomfortably. "She's threatening to go on a killing spree if she doesn't get what she wants."

"Oh! And I take it that's not cool with anyone?" Damon snarked, throwing a sarcastic glance around the room.