Ace of Hearts

30

A cool breeze comes through the alley behind the Mystic Grill, and I lean my head against the rough bricks to relish the feeling of it on my skin. "Are you even watching for the signal?" Damon scolds as the backdoor to the Grill slams closed. "Or are you just doing your own thing?"

"Well, of course, I'm doing my own thing. I mean, you are the Silas expert and have such a great handle on this. So I figured, why not let you take care of everything?" I snap and roll my eyes. There's another chuckle that mingles with mine, but I can't look at him.

Damon's temper is holding on by a thread. The expression on his face makes that perfectly clear. Why everyone thought that we should be paired together for this is beyond me. Neither of us has forgiven or forgotten what happened last time we were near each other. "Just do your part, Mitchell. He should be out any second."

"As long as you stay out of my way, Salvatore. I would hate to tell Elena that we're even." I tease as I turn my back to him. It's clear I struck a nerve, but as much as he wants to strangle me, he can't even get within three feet of me with the amount of energy I'm consciously siphoning. "I think he's feeling it. I can feel him getting closer. Call the group, tell them to be ready within the next minute."

Another talent I learned to hone from my time in New Orleans was how to sense power. Any supernatural being has a certain kind and strength of magic that's a part of them. Silas, the terrifyingly powerful witch, is easy to sense from a distance. It only took me moments of being in Mystic Falls to feel the strange magic he puts off.

Now, with only the couple yards separating us, I can actively start to strip away pieces of it. Of course, it's not enough to put a dent into his abilities, which would require direct contact, but it's enough to where with his power he can feel the vacuum pulling at his magic.

This is a very risky plan. Still, I have to remind myself this is out best bet to taking him down. I have a plan all my own that requires getting information from Silas. Although, none of the Mystic Falls gang or the Mikaelsons can know until it's done.

Footsteps echo just outside the alley. My heart pounds in my chest as the feeling of being faced with the sheer immensity of Silas's magic nearly knocks me down. All of my research and preparation seems pointless right now. Because in this moment, I can only face him off instinct.

I cut off the siphoning before Silas can figure out the exact source. Damon slips back into the Grill, and after a moment, I can hear the two quietly talking.

"Remember, isolate your mind, close all doors, and he won't be able to see inside." My hallucination Kol reminds me. One last review that I have my mind closed off. Then, I move as quietly as I can behind Silas.

Damon raises his voice to cover me. Although, Silas realizes the trap a split second too late. I plunge the syringe into his neck and press on the plunger to deposit the liquid in his veins. All the while, I madly siphon as much of his magic as I can until he drops. "Do you think he saw my face?" I question Damon with a mad grin.

"I don't think so." He replies as he watches me with a wary concern. "Why?"

"Well, I have another crazy idea."

...

Everyone in the room was currently looking at me like I finally lost my mind. Who knows? Maybe I have, but I don't care. "Come on, you want real information out of him? Use me." A microscopic smile tries to break its way across my features.

I lean back into the couch as I wait for the inevitable debate to run its course. Of course, none of them have any inkling of the thoughts raging through my head. They don't know about my hopes of extra information from Silas. Well, an exchange of information if entirely necessary.