Secrets of a Salvatore Sister

The Salvatore Fight

        It's early in the morning. I stand beside Stefan and Alaric as Damon waits for Elena at the door. We heard her coming a few seconds ago. Outside the door, Elena knocks. Damon takes a second before opening it. "Morning sunshine," he greets her.

"Hey, how's Alaric?" Elena asks. From my quiet position, I can hear Elena's feet shift as she tries to enter the apartment, but Damon blocks her way. She can't know what we're doing yet.

"Indecent, but fine," Damon excuses his actions.

"So then, does that mean there were no issues last night?"

"Nope. Slept like a baby, woke up Alaric. No head minds about dead Council members."

"Then why do I feel like you're hiding something from me?" She questions, making me smirk. Stefan shoots me a glance but I shake my head. Maybe the Doppelganger is smarter than I thought.

"Well, maybe because you're being all paranoid and control freaky. What'd you bring me?" There's a rustling of what sounds of a bag. "Ooo, chocolate muffins. You know what they say; a way to a psycho killer's heart is through his stomach." Another rustle, as Elena steals the bag back from him.

"They're not for you."

"Fine. Keep convincing yourself you're still mad at me. But sadly, Ric's gonna have to miss Elena time today. You know lock down and all."

Elena huffs, "Just take it and give it to him and tell him that I miss him, okay?" She hands him the bag.

"With pleasure."

"Please," Elena begs. But Damon begins to shut the door on her.

"Have a great day, thanks for coming by," he calls.

"Dam..." Elena starts but the door is already shut. Damon walks over to Ric, Stefan , and I, where we stand by a saw with the Wickery Bridge sign, cutting it into stakes to kill the Originals with. Damon pauses as he listens for Elena. "Walking down the stairs, opening the front door, and she's gone," he announces and Ric starts the saw again.

I move to sit on Alaric's counter as I begin to whittle one of the stakes. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Stefan approach Damon. "This needs to have a sharper point," he hands the stake back to Damon with a grunt.

Damon takes it from his hand, a grin on his face as he mumbles, "I got it."

"We finally have our own stakes to kill an Original. I'm not gonna miss because you can't whittle," Stefan states, sending our older brother a stern look.

Damon raises his eyebrows at him, "I said I got it. Stop micromanaging." Damon then begins to sharpen the point of the stake. I continue to whittle myself but Alaric pulls my focus as he begins putting on his jacket.

"Looks like you guys have got this under control. I'm gonna call the Sheriff," he tells us. We all stop and look at him. "I want to turn myself in," he clarifies.

"No you don't," Damon shrugs off his comments from his seat in Ric's armchair.

"I have a homicidal alter ego. Unlike some people in this room, I would like to take responsibility for the people I've killed," Alaric argues.

"If you wanted to turn yourself in, you wouldn't be saying it out loud. Just saying," Damon comments as he focuses on sharpening the stake again.

"Hey, listen, out of all the people you cannot psychoanalyze me. I killed Caroline's father; I nearly killed Meredith. Everything's changed," Ric reasons. Stefan steps closer to him.