4 March 2010
"Katherine," Caroline said as she looked in the mirror, seeing the curly‑haired doppelgänger behind her.
"Care to share how you couldn't follow through with one simple task?" Kitty Kat asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I tried, okay?" Caroline said, almost rolling her eyes. She'd spent the whole day trying to talk Elena out of dating an immortal — which hit a little close to home, considering she was dating a human. "But I couldn't exactly kidnap my best friend."
"Occupy her. That's all I asked," Katherine said, stepping closer.
"Occupying someone isn't my best trait," Caroline said — just as I stepped out of the bathroom stall.
"I don't know, Care Bear. I think you're pretty good at it," I said, coming face‑to‑face with the five‑hundred‑year‑old vampire.
Katherine blinked in surprise, then smirked. "Well, would you look at that. The Bennett witch I haven't met yet. I had a few Bennett friends."
"I'm aware. Emily loves talking about what a traitor you are," I deadpanned. "She served you as a close friend, and you sold her out to the council. As her descendant, it's my duty to dish out well‑deserved punishment."
"Please. What can a baby vampire and a noob witch do?" Katherine sneered. "I've been around for five centuries. You're way out of your league."
"Funny you say that," Caroline said, chuckling.
Before Katherine could reply, I whispered, "Ossox."
Her legs cracked violently, dropping her to her knees. Before she could heal, I stepped behind her, grabbed her shoulders, and forced her down.
"Ah Sha Lana."
The most powerful version of the pain‑infliction spell I knew — courtesy of Emily, who got it from our most bitchy ancestor, Tessa. Don't ask me how. Tessa was probably watching this like it was her favorite soap opera, imagining I was torturing Amara for fun.
Katherine screamed, her voice raw as she writhed under my hands. I held it until she was seconds from passing out.
"Don't even think of running," I whispered in her ear. "There's a boundary spell and a cloaking spell — that's why you didn't hear me before. No one can hear you scream."
I stepped back and let Caroline have her moment.
Caroline sped forward and sucker‑punched Katherine so hard she hit the floor with a groan. "Bitch, don't you ever threaten me or my mother again."
I leaned down and whispered, "Santa Klausy is coming for you."
Her eyes flew open in shock — and I snapped her neck.
"You do know Christmas was like three months ago, right?" Caroline asked, nudging Katherine's body with her heel.
"Well, Kitty Kat wasn't being nice, and Santa Klaus is coming for her," I said, amused.
"I thought that was Krampus?" Caroline mused as I took down the spells. A brutal headache hit me like a truck, and Caroline was instantly at my side.
"I smell human blood," she said, worried.
I wiped my nose, seeing the blood. "It's fine, Care. I hit my limit. Cloaking spell, boundary spell, bone‑breaking spell, ancient pain spell, then undoing everything — all in under thirty minutes. Even I have limits."
"I've seen you use magic for years. This never happened."
"Relax," I said. "Now that we've dealt with the doppel‑bitch, I need your help."
"What do you need?" she asked as we walked to her car.
"I need you, my dear vampire friend, to compel some annoying human in the mayor's office who refuses to sell land to a minor."
"I do that, and I want in on the next plot," she said, giving me a knowing look. "I hear you rambling to yourself, and that Santa Klaus threat was obviously future talk. So… Santa's real?"
"If by Santa you mean a thousand‑year‑old vampire named Klaus, sure," I deadpanned. "And no, he doesn't have a white beard."
Now that we'd put the fear of Klaus into her, Katherine better use her self‑preservation and stay out of our business.
5 March 2010
"Now why have I been summoned here like a servant?" I snapped as I pushed open the Salvatore Boarding House door. "If you didn't get the memo, this isn't 1864. Texting me 'get your ass here now' will only result in me snapping necks or popping blood vessels."
Inside, Caroline and Elena were already there. Both Salvatores looked like they'd been hit by a truck.
"What happened?" I asked Caroline.
"My mom knows," she said, distressed. "She attacked Damon and Stefan, and she saw me feeding on one of her officers. The other one died when I used him as a human meat shield."
I hugged her. "It's going to be okay, Care. Buffy and Willow against the world."
"We're going to lock her up until the vervain leaves her system, then compel her," Stefan said.
"Sounds like a plan. So why did you summon me, Damon?" I asked.
"I might have stabbed the older Lockwood with a silver knife, and that might have backfired," he said. "So, witch‑who‑knows‑shit, talk."
"Oh, this is rich," I laughed. "You piss off a werewolf, summon me like a slave, and now you want free information? You still owe me. The tomb was a deal, but I rescued your ass from the flames. You don't get more favors until you pay up."
Stefan and Elena frowned, expecting me to comply. Damon, however, understood. He thought for a moment, then nodded.
"What do you want for 'saving my ass from the flames'?" he asked.
"Now you're talking," I said, sitting. "I bought something recently, and I need your help fixing it."
Caroline shot me a knowing look. Stefan and Elena looked confused.
"Can't you just help us, Bonnie?" Elena asked softly.
"No," I said flatly. "They owe me. My magic isn't free."
Damon hummed. "I help you, and you tell me what you know about Lockwolf. Deal?"
"This is payment for a previous debt — you don't get to negotiate," I said. "But I'll give you the info pro bono if you keep everything about what you're helping me with to yourself. No babbling to your baby brother."
"Deal," he said before Stefan could object.
"Let's go. The faster you help me, the faster I help you."
I hugged Caroline again, whispered that I'd call her, and left with Damon.
"So let me get this straight," Damon said as he drove. "You bought the land where Emily died, the place swarming with dead witches, and you want me to compel the humans you hired to ignore the weird shit they'll see?"
"Exactly."
"And you want them to work fast, not die, and forget everything afterward?"
"Correct."
"Why not ask Blondie?"
"Because you already know where Emily died. I'm not giving you new information. Caroline helped me buy the land — now it's your turn."
He glared but stayed quiet.
"How many humans?" he asked as we pulled up to the witch house and saw dozens of cars.
"Just a couple hundred," I said with a smirk.
He groaned.
"It's done," Damon growled after compelling everyone. "They'll ignore weird shit, work fast, and forget everything. You're paying them, right?"
"I already did," I said. "Now your turn."
He smirked. "Tell me about Lockwolf."
"He triggered his curse because Katherine compelled someone to start a fight. He's in love with her, and she's calling the shots."
"Why?"
"She needs a werewolf. And she wants something she gave the Lockwoods ages ago."
"What?"
"The moonstone."
"The Sun and Moon curse?" he asked.
"That's what they call it," I said — technically true.
"You know where it is?"
"Mason hid it in a well full of vervain. I know the general area, not the exact spot."
"If we get him, can you find it?"
"Yes — for a price."
He groaned. "What now?"
"I get the info out of his head, and you give the moonstone to me."
"What do you want it for?"
"None of your business. You get revenge on Katherine, I get the stone. Deal?"
"Deal," he said, shark‑smiling.
8 March 2010
"Sabrina, you're here," Damon said as I walked into the Boarding House — where Mason Lockwood was chained to a chair while Damon poured wolfsbane down his throat.
"I see you started without me," I said, dropping my bag.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun."
"Whatever." I pulled out a shimmering blue potion. "Truth potion. Made with blue calamus root. Werewolf packs use it in rituals to spill their darkest secrets."
"Morgan le Fay, I thought you were cool," Damon pouted. "This is boring."
"I don't feel like digging through his memories," I said. "I don't want to see his memoir porn tape with Katherine."
Damon gagged. "Ugh."
"Exactly." I forced the potion down Mason's throat.
"Where's the moonstone?" I asked.
"In a well… twenty minutes east of the Lockwood mansion," he choked out.
"Any traps?"
"Vervain in the water. It's in a box between the bricks."
I smiled. Damon texted Stefan.
"Good. My work here is done," I said, grabbing bourbon. "Enjoy torturing the werewolf."
Salvatore's Dungeon
"You're in this mess too?" Liz asked as I entered. "You're not a vampire, are you?"
"Nope. Town witch."
"Why are you helping them? Caroline isn't our Caroline anymore."
"Ugh," I groaned. "Can you even hear yourself? Caroline drinks blood. Big deal. She hasn't been human for a while — and you didn't notice. You knew about vampires and didn't even give her vervain. Zach Salvatore supplied the council. What's your excuse?"
"I know I should've been more aware, but I'm the sheriff—"
"Oh please. You've been using your job to ignore your daughter because you couldn't deal with your sham of a marriage. Now you're using her being a vampire to push her further away."
I'd watched Liz ignore Caroline for years. Caroline loved her mother. Meanwhile, Abby could die in front of me and I wouldn't blink.
This town was full of terrible parents. Matt and Vicki's mom abandoned them. Jenna was oblivious. Tyler's dad was abusive. His mom drank like Grams. Caroline's dad ran off with his boyfriend. Liz drowned herself in work.
If I hadn't changed things, Caroline would've become Damon's blood bag and sex toy. How did canon Liz not notice her daughter was sleeping with a stranger in her house? Or the bite marks Elena noticed?
Do the writers have mommy‑daddy issues or what?
"I just… I don't know how this happened," Liz whispered.
"You're not to blame for everything," I sighed. "But a mother's duty is to love her child. She died once. Don't waste your second chance."
I turned to leave.
"Abby would be proud of the woman you've become," Liz said softly.
"Do I get a cookie if I pretend to care?" I deadpanned, closing the door.
The sheriff's vaguely indignant look?
Excellent entertainment.