Right… so I'm finding this fanfic a real chore to write… I'm not enjoying it :L if anyone wants to take it from me, comment below and you can have it…. However, if there is more than one person that wants it, I will do a sort of competition that will be decided at the time.

But if no one does want to take it, I will probably end it in a few chapters… Or if i get enough support for me to continue this story!


Damon spun around in shock and watched helplessly as his sister was hung from the ceiling by her hair. She screamed in agony as it felt like her scalp was being ripped off and clawed at the air around her, trying to make whatever it was let go of her. 'GET OFF ME!' She screamed, her fangs appeared and she was instantly dropped to the floor.

Damon caught her before she crashed into the wooden floor and turned to Stefan for help. 'What do we do?' He asked him, placing Tori steadily on her feet. Stefan shrugged his shoulders and collapsed to the floor in an attempt to dodge a stake that was moving fast towards his head.

'What the hell is going on, Stefan?' Damon asked, his anger slowly building as the house turned against them, throwing sharp objects at vulnerable areas as well as parts of the vervain plants from the basement.

'How am I meant to know?' Stefan shouted as he knocked a bunch of the dangerous plants out of his face, burning the back of his hand in the process. He hissed in pain and darted to stand beside Damon for a better defence tactic. None of them knew what was going on, but getting out was their main priority as there was a chance of death if they stayed in the house for too long.

'We need to get out of here!' Tori suddenly yelled and appeared with an axe from next to the fireplace. She made her way to the door and was about to take a first swing at the door when the axe was snatched out of her hand. She half expected the axe to be put through her head, but it didn't.

Behind her, with the axe was Damon, with Stefan standing at his shoulder. 'You seem to know more than we do, sis,' Stefan said, a slightly sour edge to his voice, 'Do tell.'

Tori looked at her shoes and then at the burns and scratches on her hands and picked , 'There's no time now, I'll tell you if we get out of here.' Damon bitterly threw the axe back to his sister and narrowly missed a few vervain darts.

'GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!' He growled at the invisible being and everything went quiet. Every object dropped to the floor and the three vampires looked around in surprise. Had they won? What had just happened?

Stefan tapped Tori on the shoulder and waved his hand in the air, 'Like to explain?' Tori sighed in defeat and thought about whether she could sum it up in as little words as possible, in a way that no more questions would be asked. But knowing Stefan, more questions would be asked regardless.

'A witch is angry at me an-'

'Shhh…' Damon hushed her and closed his eyes in concentration, 'I hear something.'

Stefan and Tori both stopped their conversation in its tracks and listened too. 'Do you smell that?' Damon asked them and they both shook their heads in unison.

'It smells like…' He took a deep breath and choked, 'VERVAIN!'

He grabbed Tori and Stefan's hands without thinking and charged at the front door, but before he was close, they were engulfed in the vervain gas. It was the most painful thing in the world, it filled up their nose and mouths and burnt every part of their body to the point of agony. It quickly became unbearable for the three, but a few seconds later there was a loud CRASH and CRACK as Damon broke through the front door using his body.

He towed the other two down the driveway until they were completely clear of the demonic concoction and took in many deep, agonizingly painful breaths to clear their lungs of it. They sat on the tarmac for what felt like hours to compose themselves and then decisions had to be made.

'Where can we go now?' Tori asked quietly, her voice hoarse and thick, barely recognisable from her soft, feminist tones from earlier in the day.

'I guess we could go to Elena's?' Stefan suggested and both Damon and Tori nodded in agreement. They were exhausted and hungry. They just wanted to go to bed.

Elena, of course, let them go straight in and make themselves comfortable and she did go to Stefan to ask what had happened, but he was already sound asleep, as were the other two. They would have to discuss it in the morning. It took a lot to kick the Salvatore's out of their house, and whatever it was, Elena was willing to help.


If anyone wants to take it from me, comment below and you can have it…. However, if there is more than one person that wants it, I will do a sort of competition that will be decided at the time.

But if no one does want to take it, I will probably end it in a few chapters… Or if i get enough support for me to continue this story!

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