wildflower.

Night had fallen in Mystic Falls. After visiting his brother and somewhat terrorizing him, Damon had worked himself up an appetite. Hands slipped into the pockets of his dark gray jeans, he moved among the crowd inconspicuously. The old lanterns now beamed electrical lights down on the pavement, as he scanned his surroundings like a hunter scanning for prey. Some hopeful contenders smiled at him as they passed him by. He could hear them talk about him as they moved away from him, a sly smile painting his features.

“Same old Mystic Falls,” he mused as he turned to look at them over his shoulder and made direct eye contact with a mysterious blonde. ‘Later,’ he thought, as he heard her heart skip a beat in excitement. She wasn’t going to be dinner, she was going to be fun.

When he turned to face the road before him, he noticed a woman with strawberry blonde hair cross the street. Something about the way she walked allured him; there was a familiarity there that drew him in. Glancing sideways, he crossed the street and followed her down a darkened alleyway. This was no place for a woman, let alone a woman in Mystic Falls, where vampires have been known to lurk in the darkness. Adding insult to injury, this alleyway became a dead end.

“You seem lost.” His words were charming, laced with an insincere concern. “Need directions? It’s been a while since I’ve been in town, but small places like these don’t change much with the years.”


‘Keep an eye on him for me, please?’ Lexi’s words rang through her mind like a church bell on Christmas morning. ‘I don’t know why he wants to return to that awful place, but it will be hard on him, so please don’t indulge while he’s there?’

Amphelice knew exactly why she’d chosen those words. A couple of decades ago, she was introduced to Stefan Salvatore, an attractive young man from a small town of Mystic Falls. Freshly turned and struggling with his conscious. Alice had been turned a century prior, and while she’d leaned heavily on Lexi’s guidance when she was a fledgling, she’d grown into her own being and relinquished a few lessons learned from her mentor in the process.

A bad example for someone like Stefan to be around.

Yet, now that Lexi was tied up somewhere else, mothering an unassuming fledgling no doubt, she called upon Alice for help. Stefan had returned to Mystic Falls, the place where all his troubles began and this worried Lexi enough that she trusted Alice to keep an eye out.

She walked up to the front door of the Salvatore manor, inhaled deeply and knocked twice. It’d been a while since she’d seen Stefan, and she wondered if the attraction she had to bury for him all those years ago, would resurface upon seeing him.

Things had not changed much in Mystic Falls since the last time Clara had found herself in the small Virginia town. The same buildings had been revamped but still littered the streets, the same families seemed to run things, and apparently some of the same people seemed to be walking the sidewalks during the day. Clara had returned to town for her own reasons, it had been a rather long time since she'd been there and her desire to find peace with the place had once again overtaken her. Who knew if it would actually stick this time around. She'd sat at the bar keeping to herself as she sipped on her drink when she'd first spotted him. Damon Salvatore, a man she loved long ago. She'd quickly finished her drink and left hoping that she wouldn't have to come face to face with the man who had crushed her heart.

Mystic Falls however had a way with making sure that old lovers were reunited. Damn. In her haste to leave she'd clearly lost herself and taken a wrong turn. "No, it's quite all right. I'm not lost, I just got myself turned around, and I can find my way without your help," she snarked too Damon before turning to walk back up the alley and make the correct turn to get her back on the main road.

Clara Fell had no intentions whatsoever to stand in a rather dimly lit alley way with Damon Salvatore tonight. She didn't want to talk to him, she didn't want to see him, and she most certainly didn't want to hash out any ill feelings she had towards him right now. If that conversation were ever to happen she'd need it to be somewhere quiet and with a copious supply of alcohol, not in an alley way fully sober.

Stefan ran his hands over his face and through his hair stressed beyond what he'd ever felt before. Damon had always had a knack for showing up to terrorize him at the most inopportune times. Of course, there wasn't exactly a good time to be terrorized Stefan supposed but with Damon it was always at the worse of times. It was almost as if Damon followed him to check and see just when Stefan was the happiest and that's when he'd swoop in and ruin it all for him. It was irritating really. Though it was also exactly what Damon had promised he would do the day Stefan had all but forced his brothers hand and made him turn into a vampire.

Great Stefan thought to himself when he heard a knock at the door. Just what he needed, a visitor. He had a semi long list of people in could be, after all, he had been in town for a while now and he had let a few people into his life so for all he knew one of them could be stopping by to make sure he was okay. Or maybe it was Damon playing yet another one of his tricks. Either way Stefan didn't plan on making whoever it was wait outside while he hid behind the door of his house so he went to answer it completely shocked when he saw Alice Abernathy standing on his doorstep.

"Alice," he said rather shocked that she was there because he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he'd last seen her. "Come in," he said feeling already a bit lighter then he had before he'd opened the door.

Damon wasn’t one that was dumbfounded often, but upon hearing her voice and seeing her face, he was left speechless. Clara Fell was the one that had gotten away from him, by no fault but his own. The push and pull she had endured at his hands, the emotional turmoil, he thought she’d died many years ago, happily married and the mother of some three to four kids. The fact that here she stood before him, not a day older than he’d last seen her, could only mean one thing. He’d hated what he’d become, but he hated it even more seeing the same fate befell her. This was not the way her story was supposed to go.

Within a blink of an eye, Damon reverted back to feeling as though he was twenty-one years old, recently returned from the war and being introduced to Katherine Pierce. Every inch of his being was vibrating with memories long since suppressed. It made him angry, or angrier. After all this time, this disease that’d turned him into a monster, wasn’t done tormenting the ones he cared about. It turned his brother into a vile creature, which ended up being the death of their father. It turned him into but a shadow of his former self. People died wherever vampirism followed, and now he had to come to terms with it having touched Clara.

No, he thought to himself. There’s a different explanation. He tried to convince himself but found his efforts futile. He needed answers and he needed them now.

He followed her down the alleyway and towards the main road. His fingers gripped tightly around her upper arm, dragging her to a halt. “What the hell,” he hissed, ice blue eyes resting upon her features. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” His voice all but a heated whisper.


She moved passed him, stepping into the luxurious hallway of the Salvatore manor. Thumbs hooked into the pockets of her dark jeans, her fingers gently tapped against her legs as she moved around hesitantly. This place was beautiful. She’d heard Stefan talk about it before, but could scarcely imagine the extend of his family home.

“You must be wondering why I’m here,” she smiled, turning to look at him. He was as handsome as she remembered him. His hair was shorter, which suited his features a lot better, but that chiseled jawline and toned physique had remained the same. “Not that I don’t doubt you’re happy to see me.” She chuckled slightly. By this point she’d slid the heavy bag she was carrying over one shoulder onto the floor with a soft thud. Running a hand through her straight yet black hair, she took a deep breath and came clean. “Lexi wants me to keep an eye on you. Now, she asked me to be inconspicuous, but you and I both know I’m not the type to lie. She’s worried that this place might trigger some unresolved feelings, and that you’ll fall of the wagon.”

“Since she’s stuck in Boston helping this newly turned vampire baby, she asked if I wanted to come over, and here I am.” And I’m also pretty much still into you, but that won’t be a problem, right? she thought, but the words did not leave her lips. She made Lexi a promise, and while she hated keeping secrets, this one she was going to have to take to her grave.

Clara pulled her arm away from Damons grip as soon as she'd felt his hand on her arm. "Don't touch me," she told him sternly, while willing herself to stay as calm as possible. "I am not doing this with you, at least not here," she said shaking her head. They were standing at the end of an alley way in right by the main road where anyone could see them, and Clara was anything but stupid. She knew all about Mystic Falls and the horror that had overcome the town over the last 150 years. The founder council and their futile desire to rid the town of the supernatural, and of course the doppelgänger and her friends, just as she knew that walking around town introducing herself to everyone as Clara Fell would only raise eyebrows. After all, her family was a founding family and well Clara, she was supposed to be dead. If anyone in this town had their hands on any of her fathers journals then they'd also likely have pictures of her, and they'd know eventually that her being there only meant she was a vampire. It was dangerous.

She did plan on sticking around town for a bit, as she had business that she planned on taking care of, but she would've liked to keep a very low profile. And waltzing around town with Damon Salvatore when you've made no introductions to anyone else felt like putting a target on her back. "Not that there's anything for us to talk about," she eventually said looking into his beautiful ice blue eyes with her own bright greens ones. "I don't owe you anything, not an explanation, not a goodbye, nothing,"

Clara finally averted her gaze away from his face, because she didn't want to falter in her decision and if she did she didn't want him to see that. "I should be on my way really," she said softly as she turned on her heel to try and walk away once again, though she was sure that was futile.

She loved Damon then and she still loved him now, however there was more pain in her heart in regards too Damon than she knew what to do with.

---

"So Lexi is worried about me and thought she should send a babysitter to look after me as if I'm the baby vampire who really needs to be taken care of," Stefan said rolling his eyes as he followed her inside. "Well, while I appreciate the sentiment I promise I'm fine. I do enjoy your company though so I am glad that you're here." He told her returning the smile that she'd sent his way.

There had always been something about Alice. She was totally opposite of the typical girls that Stefan found himself gravitating towards, but he'd always liked that about her. Alice kept him on his toes, she brought out a side of Stefan that he didn't tend to let out a lot. And he hadn't ever openly admitted it but he was super into her. Damon had always been more open to wild times than Stefan, because he'd always had more control of himself so Stefan usually tried to avoid it all together. With Alice however it was almost like it was easier for him to control himself when things got wild when they were together.

"How long has it been anyway since we saw each other last? And how is Lexi?" He asked hoping that his friend was okay. They didn't really see each other a lot, typically they saw one another a couple times a year for a couple days mostly just to check in and celebrate the small things then they'd go their separate ways. Lexi was always pulling some new baby vampire under her wing to make sure they stayed out of trouble, and Stefan was just always on the move. And she almost always had Alice, her wing woman with her to help with whatever process they needed to go through to help whatever poor lad needed it.

“Fine.” He took a step back from her, his ice blue eyes resting on his features. He had a lot of questions regarding her current state of being, but it was clear she didn’t want to indulge his curiosity and at this point he was too annoyed to push the subject further. She didn’t want to talk to him about what had happened to her? She didn’t want to tell him how she became what he’d dreaded she’d become? That’s fine. She wanted to blame this all on him? She wanted to paint him as the bad guy in this story? That’s fine too. He’s gotten used to people pointing fingers at him when they desired someone to blame. Stefan had done so many years, and Lexi only encouraged him in that behavior. Then there were the numerous people he’d encountered over the years that were to scared to live, and thus blamed all their actions on the guy who didn’t give a shit. If Clara wanted to sort herself in the latter category instead of entertaining a real conversation, than so be it.

“I already said fine,” he shrugged, pulling up his shoulders and looking away from her as she continued to talk. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure and gently slipped his hands back into the pockets of his jeans. “I get it. Whatever this is you blame me, and that’s perfectly fine, babycakes, I’ve been the bad guy in the story before, this is nothing new to me.” He chuckled as she mentioned needing to be on her way and simply motioned with his hand for her to move. “I’ll be at the grill if you decide you actually want to talk.” He turned and walked away from her, heading towards the Mystic Grill, a quaint bar and grill that used to be a grocery store if he remembered correctly.

He pushed open the door and was greeted with a cacophony of catter and soft background music. Casually moving among the crowd, he pushed himself towards one of the nearby booths that was occupied by a couple of teenagers. “You’re in my seat,” he smiled, to which the young jock laughed and continued his conversation with his girlfriend opposite him. Damon shook his head, leaned in and made eye contact with the guy. “You’re going to take this nice lady home, and then drive as far away from Mystic Falls as you can, stop only until you’re out of gas.” The jock got up, took his girlfriend by the arm and as they walked away, Damon slipped himself into the booth and waved at a nearby waitress signaling that he was ready to order.

---

“You can’t exactly blame her,” Alice replied, walking around the grand living room of the Salvatore manor and moving her finger along various surfaces as she took in the room. “You do have this habit of losing your shit and going on a murderous rampage, after all.” The corners of her mouth pulled down as to say ‘yikes’. “And you being back at the scene of the crime can be triggering, so I think Lexi just wants to make sure you’re okay. See me more as a friend staying over with an insatiable need to catch up, instead of a babysitter.” She dropped herself onto the couch, extending herself across its entire length.

When the two of them first met, Lexi could see the interest in Alice her eyes, which was why the blonde took her aside and told her not to entertain this idea of hooking up with him. At first Alice scoffed and laughed it off, but Lexi was adamant that nothing happen between the two of them. Fair skinned woman with dark hair and an appetite for chaos was apparently not something Stefan should be dealing with; not now and not ever. Lexi even made Alice swear a blood vow, which was more ceremonial than actually binding. The two of them kept this all from Stefan as he trained with Lexi, but eventually the attraction towards him became to much for Alice to deal with, and she packed up an left, leaving only a note.

“Well, it’s been a few decades, that’s for sure.” She looked at her fingers, picking away at her nails as the memory of writing that note and splitting flooded her memory without much restrained. She kept her composure, as she’d trained herself too do. “Lexi is… well, she’s Lexi. She’s been trying real hard with this new guy she found, who I can tell she’s attracted too, but she’s denying it and now she’s alone with him almost all the time, so who knows how that’s going to play out. For someone who says we should not forget to have some fun, she sure knows how to not have fun.” She raised her eyebrows at that last statement. “How about you? What made you decide to come back here after all these years? Is this part of that martyr complex thing you’ve got going on? Need to recharge that battery so it can last you a few more years?” She laughed.

Clara watched as Damon walked away from her and she couldn't help but feel awful at how she'd reacted to him. She didn't want to make him out to be the bad guy in her story. She didn't want to be standing there blaming Damon for all the awful thing that had happened to her, but she did. And the more she thought about that the more she wondered why she actually blamed him. After all, Damon hadn't been the one who turned her he was just the man who'd left her for Katherine, the woman who had turned her. Though she was wondering if she knew the whole story. After all, she knew Katherine. She knew what Katherine was and what she did to people, and she had wondered for a very long time now if maybe Katherine hadn't really won Damon over but rather had compelled him into all the things he'd done.

Thinking about sitting down at the grill with Damon and hashing out a 150 year old grudge sounded painful. It didn't sound fun in the slightest, but she supposed it would bring light into a situation that had been dark for a long time. It might even bring about healing and getting over a hurt that she'd held onto a lot longer than she should've. So she found herself walking into the grill at least twenty minutes after Damon had walked off and sliding into the booth across from him.

"I realize that the way I reacted out there was probably not what you were expecting and I'm sorry," she said thankful that a waitress had walked over to take her order, "I'll have a bourbon on the rocks please. You can just bring the whole bottle to the table if you don't mind. Oh and a plate of tater tots please," she said thankful for alcohol and potatoes, two things she was going to need in order to get through this conversation with Damon. "You're not just some villain in my story, you're not even the villain in the story of Clara Fell. I've never thought of you that way. And I am sorry for how I reacted in the alley way. I honestly was shocked to see you, well because I didn't think I would ever see you again. Not after how things went the last time we were together, there's also the fact that the last I'd heard you were dead," she said biting her lip. Honestly, Clara had no idea how this was going to go down. She could only imagine how Damon was going to react and hopefully it was much better than she was imagining.

---

Stefan laughed and also understood what Alice was saying. Lexi clearly hadn't changed much if at all since he'd seen her last. She was still clearly all about saving everyone, talking all about how even as a vampire you should find ways to have fun yet denying herself the very fun she promised everyone else. He didn't know why she continued to put herself through that but she had been around much longer than him and he knew there was no way he was going to get her to change her mind or how she lived her life. So as long as Lexi was happy with what she was doing, and how she was living, then Stefan was going to be happy for her.

"God is that what you think of me? I don't know why you'd ever want to be friend in that case," Stefan joked. He was very aware that he could present himself in that manner, he never meant to. Truthfully Stefan wasn't sure why he always had to play the good guy or why he always had to allow himself to hurt simply so others didn't have to suffer. Maybe it was some deep rooted way for him to make up for the fact that he'd brought this life, the life of a vampire, upon his brother knowing his brother would've been happier dead. Maybe he felt like that was his one fatal mistake and he had to find ways to make up for that anyway he could, even though it sounded insane he could see that being part of it all. But he didn't know for sure. He'd been this way for so long at this point it was pointless to try and get to the bottom of everything really.

Stefan shook his head. "No, I didn't come back here because of my martyr complex, I didn't come back here to torment myself, or do any kind of self deprecating things to myself. I like it here," he told her truthfully. "I mean this was my home at one point in my life. And I like to keep up with the town. I enjoy knowing what's going on with it, that the people are being taken care of, and that no matter how many things change it can still feel like home to me," he told her shrugging his shoulders. "So I guess I do kind of see Mystic Falls as the place I can charge my batteries so when I do leave I can last a few more years, if you want to look at it that way. But I like to think of it as me being sentimental. Yea bad shit has happened here for me, for others, and there is always some kind of drama going on, but this really is my home," he said mostly just glad he could still feel this way about the place even after all the bad.

His past often haunted him, from former flames to resurrected victims. Memories he longed to forget flooded his mind at night, making him restless and anxious. He’d try and drink the pain away, but after a hundred and fifty years the effects of alcohol grew less potent and for every heartache he had to drink more than the heartache before. This was why he lashed out; if the world hated him as much as he hated himself, than maybe karma would one day be in his favor… one day. He might come across calculated and distant, ruthless and vindictive, but deep down he was hurting. From the constant competition between Stefan and himself, to the fact that he was this monster lurking in the shadows, life hadn’t been kind to Damon Salvatore. His reunion with Clara only proof that point once more.

Growing up with such an overwhelming spirit on his side had been one of the few highlights of his human life. Even though he would’ve gladly given her his heart, he understood he would’ve never been good enough for her, and most of the founding families agreed, and back then nobody dared go against the wishes of their elders. So he went to war, wanting to prove himself worthy, but upon his return he was introduced to Katherine and the rest quickly became part of that history that haunted him. Seeing Clara here, now, alive and seemingly breathing, brought a lot of that old pain back to the surface. Stuff he had suppressed for decades, twisting and turning inside the pit of his stomach. On the surface he was as calm as humanly possible, but inside a storm was raging.

His drink arrived, and mere seconds later Clara entered the Mystic Grill. She slipped into the booth opposite him and ordered the same drink he’d ordered, opting for the waitress to bring them the bottle. It’s going to be one of those talks, Damon thought as he sighed and took a thoughtful swig from his glass. “Well, that goes both ways, sweetheart,” he replied. Once he turned at the hands of a very forceful Stefan, the two of them left Mystic Falls and the founding families behind. “Well, I’m all ears, how is it that we’re having this conversation?” He leaned back, tossing his arm over the back of the booth, eyes blue eyes upon her, waiting patiently for her to start this wonderful story of Clara Fell, in which he wasn’t the villain.

---

“I’m just a sucker for a lost cause,” she joked as he asked her why she was friends with him. In reality there was much more at play than just wanting to be his friend. There was this gravitational pull she felt towards him whenever he was around, and with Lexi on her case about not damaging the boy further by getting involved with him, Alice had gone to great lengths to avoid Stefan. Yet, the moment Lexi asked her to keep an eye on him, she was sucked into his atmosphere and all those years she’d kept away from him were easily undone by a smile. God, help me, she thought as she watched him reminisce about the old days spend inside the walls of this house, and out on the streets of this town.

“Well, Lexi never told me any of the details, but from what I heard this place is the root of all his problems, and he needs to be looked after because he might do something stupid.” That last past she spoke with her best Lexi impression, after which she laughed before making eye contact with Stefan. Keep it together, Abernathy, she though, before pushing herself up from the couch to push past him, her shoulder slightly brushing his. “Now, I’ve never really had any roots myself. As you know I was turned many years prior to you in New York, where I was orphaned pretty early on in life, and hopped from home to home, never really bonding with a place, so I’m curious to see what an actual home town looks like. Care to show me?”

The sun had luckily already set. She knew about the existence of day-light rings, but hadn’t been fortunate enough to find a witch that would make one for her. The entire relationships between vampires and witches had been rocky the last couple of decades, and finding one that would trust a vampire enough to walk among men during the day, was a real hassle. Alice missed walking in the sun, although at this point she wondered if her skin hadn’t gone pale to the point where even with a ring on her finger, she wouldn’t just spontaneously combust.

It felt like a twisted joke sitting in the grill of Mystic Falls across from Damon, seeing his sharp features and bright blue eyes again, and the fact that they both still retained their youth. From outside of this booth they probably looked like any ordinary people did, and from the conversation they were about to have they likely sounded like an ordinary couple having a fight. However, they were anything but and this was anything but an ordinary lovers spat. This was a apparently long overdue conversation, one that clearly was going to reopen wounds for both of them. When the waitress dropped off Clara's drink and the bottle of bourbon she thanked her before downing the entire glass then looking up and meeting Damon's gaze.

She never hated Damon just as she knew that she never would hate Damon. Even after all the events that had taken place back in 1864 she didn't hate him, she didn't think of him as some villain, she was just bitter. She was hurt and she had been hurting for the last 150 years because she wouldn't let herself heal. And as she looked across the table at the man she had once hoped to marry, and have a long happy human life with, she realized that she hadn't wanted to heal. She'd spent the last 150 years being angry, lashing out, and not exactly making friends but it had seemed the easier choice than dealing with her emotions properly only to end up let down again.

Clara tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned back into her own seat with a sigh. "I have to go way back, because I think it's important you know the whole story. Not just who turned me. A little over one hundred and fifty years ago you left to fight in a war to try and prove to everyone that you weren't who they thought you were. And when you returned the first few weeks you were back were magical in my eyes. I mean there you were in the flesh, alive. And I still couldn't tell you how many nights I laid in my bed crying out of worry for you. How many times I prayed that you would return to me safely, or just how much I missed you, so seeing you return was the happiest I'd been in forever. But our time together was cut short when Katherine came rolling into town, she sank her teeth into both you and your brother. And I had my suspicions back then about her, I'd over heard the rumors that she was a vampire and it all made sense to me. Didn't make it hurt any less being abandoned by not only the man I love but my best friend, but it made sense. She'd clearly done something to do you. And knowing that no one else in town would do anything to save you I thought I would try myself. Only the night I went to attempt to talk some sense into you, which I know now would not have worked, was the night you died. When I arrived at your house it was madness. And I heard the gunshots then Giuseppe called out that his sons were dead, I lost myself that night. I hid and waited for them to move your body then leave you before I saw for myself. Stone cold dead, that's what you were. I cried over you for what felt like hours, but it was more like minutes then I saw Katherine making her way into the woods clearly trying not to be seen so I followed her. If I couldn't have you back the least I could do was confront the woman who'd ruined everything for me. She laughed at the thought that I could hurt her, and at first I thought she was just going to kill me then and there. But I didn't think that would be so bad, I mean at least if I died it wouldn't hurt so much thinking about a life without you. Apparently ending my life was too easy, so she fed me her blood, informed me that I would be just like her for eternity then snapped my neck. When I woke up she'd drug my body into some clearing forced me to feed then told me to enjoy my eternity alone because she had taken everything I loved. I did return to Mystic Falls shortly after turning only to see that she was right. Everyone in town thought I was dead so showing up wouldn't look good, they all thought you were dead which verified everything Katherine said to me. I was alone. So then I left town for good, I eventually found a coven of witches who were kind enough to make me a daylight ring, and I've been traveling on my own ever since," she told him as she poured more bourbon into her glass, proud of herself for holding herself together somewhat as she explained her side of the story to Damon.

---

"Thanks," Stefan said sarcastically as he shook his head. "I hope you're ready then for a real hometown experience Abernathy," he said laughing softly. He wasn't sure that she was really in for much of a show given Mystic Falls was pretty small and not much had really changed over 150 years, but it was still his home. "I know a witch too by the way who I'm sure I could persuade to get you a daylight ring you wanted one," he added noting that he still didn't see a ring on her finger which clearly meant she wasn't able to walk in the sunlight. But he also knew that there were some vampires out in the world who didn't want them. Lexi had never really been into the idea of them either. She use to tell him that she preferred the way she lived without out because it helped her embrace who she was as a vampire rather than trying to live as a human when she wasn't. And he understood that. They weren't really for all vampires, partly because it could be very difficult to find witches willing to help vampires, and because some vampires fully accepted what they were and found some kind of purity in living as vampires who only walked around at night.

"I suppose I can show you around here first while we wait for the sun to finish setting," Stefan said of course not wanting to put his friend at risk. "So this is one of the newer places of Mystic Falls actually. It's the Salvatore Boarding house which was built in the early 1900s so after Damon and I were both long gone from here. This is not where I grew up, actually the house I grew up in doesn't exist any more. It burnt down ages ago. So if you need a place to stay while you're in town you're welcome to stay here. There are plenty of bedrooms, multiple bathrooms, everything you need really," he said motioning for her to follow him so he could give her the grand tour.

"The kitchen is pretty huge, and we have a basement that has a wine cellar. It's also where the freezer is which is kept stocked with blood bags. Damon drinks them, when he's not out in the world terrorizing the people. And um my family is in the business of keeping the town supplied with vervain so be extra careful if you go down there as there's a ton of it still growing. We haven't quite figured out how to get rid of it all without coming off as suspicious. There's also a couple of cells down there so I'm not entirely sure I want to know all of my family history. I'm sure it's the one of the journals around here what they used them for. But I can also imagine that I know," he said not enjoying the thought that vampires were probably kept them and tormented before they were killed back in the day.

[ sorry for such a long winded reply with Clara... I got started and couldn't seem to stop ]