SALVATORE BOARDING HOUSE

The dimly lit foyer of the Salvatore Boarding House was filled with tense silence. Elena and Bonnie sat across from a lawyer, signing legal papers.

The lawyer, a stern-faced man in a pinstripe suit, slid a stack of documents toward Elena, "Please sign here and here."

Elena took the pen with a shaky hand and signed her name on the designated lines. Bonnie watched with a mix of curiosity and concern, "So this place is all yours? They just gave it to you?"

Elena had let out a bitter laugh, her eyes flickering with uneasiness, "For now. As sole owner, I was the only one who could invite a certain type of person in here, if you know what I mean."

Bonnie had nodded, understanding the weight of Elena's words. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper, "Your own personal safe house; I bet Aella loved that her boyfriend gave you his house."

Elena had eyed her best friend knowing Bonnie and Aella were a sensitive subject, "More about me owning a house before her than the boyfriend thing."

Bonnie had rolled her eyes, "She forget that she inherits, like, ten houses when she turns 21."

Elena laughed lightly, attempting to brush off the tension that lingered in the air between the cousins. "That's Aella."

"Enough said." Bonnie shrugged, her eyes moved across the room. "It's big... I wouldn't want to clean it."

Tension gone, Elena laughed at Bonnie's comment, picturing the daunting task of cleaning such a large mansion.

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Jeremy and Damon stood in the garden, their hushed whispers inaudible to Aella and Stefan, who were a few feet away, Stefan rolling his eyes at Aella's attempt to get the house put in her name. Jeremy leaned in closer, his voice filled with fear and awe as he spoke about Bonnie's powers.

"She said if she can channel enough witch's power to kill him... I saw her after; she did this crazy thing with the sun and leaves."

Damon's skepticism was evident as he responded, "Sun and leaves are one thing, but Klaus is a whole other level. Are we sure Katherine has no idea that Bonnie got her powers back?"

Jeremy shook his head, "Only you, me, and Anna know.."

"That literally makes Bonnie our secret weapon." Damon's mind worked quickly, considering the possibility of using Bonnie as a backup plan rather than testing a potentially deadly potion on Elena.

Jeremy's annoyance bloomed, "We didn't tell you about this so Bonnie can be a backup plan; I told you because Bonnie's on a death mission."

Damon's nostrils flared, "I understand that, and I'll talk with Bonnie."

Meanwhile, Jeremy glanced over at Aella, "Bonnie's avoiding Aella, worried she'll feel her magic."

"That the only reason she's avoiding her?" Damon's brow raised. "I don't see you have powers, so why are you avoiding Pixie? Conscious dragging you down?"

Noticing their presence, Damon shook his head at the teen as Aella and Stefan approached.

"We're ready!" Jeremy jumped at Aella's sudden voice, "Whoa, baby J, what's got you so jumpy."

Jeremy shook his head, trying to play it off as nothing, "N-nothing. I better find Bonnie and Elena."

Aella watched the teen run off with a suspicious gaze, "What's with him?"

Damon couldn't resist teasing her about her jealousy towards Elena getting a large house, "His sister has just been given a huge house; he's jealous! How do you feel about the whole situation? Have you been able to find Klaus?"

Aella's eyes narrowed, and Stefan quickly stepped in before she tried to kill his brother again, "She told you, we have nothing that belongs to Klaus. That's a dead end."

Damon hummed, looking up at his bedroom window thoughtfully, "Do you think he killed her?"

"Katherine?" Aella's annoyance faded into hope, "Hopefully."

Stefan shrugged, following Damon's gaze curiously, "It's not like she didn't have it coming."

"I know a cat has nine lives," Aella bit her lip in thought. "But this has to be it for Katherine, right? Klaus had no idea when another doppelganger would be born, and Katherine ruined all that for him. If he's as bad as Elijah said, maybe we should feel bad for Kitty Kat."

Damon glared down at Aella, "The day that happens, please kill me."

Stefan smiled for the first time that morning, "Gladly."

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Elena's smile, tight as a rubber band pulled to its limit, welcomed the departing lawyer, Mr. Henry, with a polite thank you. Stefan and Damon approached the entrance as he left, but an invisible barrier halted their advance, a supernatural force drawing a line in the sand.

Aella, a mischievous spark in her eyes, pushed past them with a grin so wide it could split the sky. She stood beside Elena, reveling in the irony of their exclusion from their own ancestral home. Elena, catching the glimmer of amusement in Aella's eyes, couldn't help but suppress a laugh.

"I'm sorry. I completely forgot," Elena confessed, her tone a blend of sincerity and mischief.

"This, I like," Aella chimed in, relishing the moment as Damon shot her a glare that could curdle milk.

"Aella, Elena, don't tease," Stefan intervened, attempting to douse the flames of playful banter.

But Aella, undeterred, only grinned wider at Damon's plight, her amusement palpable in the air. "But look at his little-wittle glare," she mocked, earning herself a deeper scowl from Damon. Aella turned to Elena with a theatrical sigh. "As much as I love having that huge tub all to myself, I love sharing it with my boyfriend more."

Elena, ever the empathetic friend, nodded in understanding. "Certainly," she agreed, offering Stefan a warm smile contrasting sharply with Damon's simmering frustration.

"Stefan, would you like to come inside my house?" Elena extended the invitation, her voice laced with sincerity and a hint of mischief.

Stefan's smirk spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the amusement at his brother's predicament. "I would love to. Thank you," he accepted graciously, stepping past the threshold without hindrance this time, much to Damon's chagrin.

"What are we, twelve?" Damon's voice dripped with sarcasm as he begrudgingly followed suit, his gaze shooting daggers at Aella.

"If I get to annoy you? Always," Aella quipped, practically dancing with delight at Damon's discomfort.

Elena, playing the role of mediator, pointed a finger at Damon, her expression firm, "If I let you in, do you promise to obey the owner of this house?"

Damon, ever the reluctant rule-follower, balked at the notion. "No," he retorted defiantly, earning a warning flare of Elena's nostrils.

"Seriously, Damon. My way. You promised," Elena reminded him firmly, her patience wearing thin.

Aella, seizing the opportunity to play puppet master, chimed in with a pointed reminder. "You did. We call the shots. No lies, no secret agendas." Her grin widened with each word, relishing her role as provocateur.

"Fine, yes. Sure," Damon relented begrudgingly, his pride wounded, but his desire to enter the house overpowering his stubbornness.

With Damon's reluctant agreement, Elena ushered him inside, the invisible barrier yielding to her command. Stefan and Aella shared a knowing smirk as the door closed behind them; their silent communication spoke volumes about the intricate dynamics at play within the Salvatore household.

"Shut up!"

Damon's curt dismissal amused the couple as Bonnie and Jeremy strolled in from the library; their presence injected a dose of normalcy into the tense atmosphere with their schoolbags on their shoulders, ready for the day.

Ever the steadfast friend, Bonnie handed Elena a jacket with practiced ease, her movements betraying a sense of urgency tempered by familiarity. Elena accepted the garment, slipping it on with a fluid motion.

Stefan, his expression a portrait of concern, voiced the question on everyone's mind. "Wait, where are you going?" His eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and apprehension as Elena's response hung in the air like a delicate thread.

"School," Elena announced, her words cutting through the tension like a knife through butter.

Stefan's incredulous reaction mirrored Damon's disbelief, their shared concern palpable. "What?" Stefan's voice betrayed a hint of desperation, a plea for reason in the face of impending danger.

Stepping forward with narrowed eyes fixed on Elena, Damon wasted no time voicing his dissent. "No, no, no. We didn't create a safe house for you to leave it," he protested vehemently, his tone laced with urgency and frustration. Stefan, echoing Damon's sentiments, reminded Elena of the looming threat that hung over them like a dark cloud. "Yeah, Klaus is out there. You know that, we know that," he urged, his words a sobering reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

Aella, her lips caught between her teeth in a nervous gesture, cast a wary glance between the brothers and Elena, her concern etched upon her features like a map of uncertainty.

"I have to say, I agree," Aella interjected, her voice a hesitant whisper amidst the mounting tension. "We need to be careful now."

Elena, her smile tight with determination, thanked her friends for their vigilance, her gratitude tempered by a fierce independence that refused to be caged.

"Look, I really appreciate what you guys are doing," Elena acknowledged, her voice a blend of sincerity and resolve. "And I'll be able to sleep at night knowing I'll be safe here, but I won't be a prisoner."

Elena's gaze fell upon Aella, her expression morphing into a playful pout that elicited a groan of protest from her friend.

"Don't do that face, Elena," Aella pleaded, her eyes squeezed shut in a futile attempt to ward off Elena's irresistible charm.

Undeterred, Elena persisted, her voice taking on a babyish tone as she addressed Aella. "Pwease, Lia," she implored, her words a playful plea for leniency.

Aella, unable to resist Elena's charms, relented with a resigned sigh, her frustration evident as she turned to Damon with a playful jab.

"You be the bad guy," Aella suggested, her eyes still closed in a comical display of resignation.

However, Damon, ever the reluctant antagonist, simply nodded. "If that's what you want, Elena," he conceded, his tone tinged with acceptance.

Aella's eyes snapped open in shock, her gaze darting from Stefan to Damon with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

Meanwhile, Bonnie and Jeremy, privy to the unspoken machinations at play, exchanged a knowing glance, their silent agreement a testament to their shared understanding.

"Aella shares most of her classes with Elena," Bonnie offered, her words a subtle reassurance amidst the swirling uncertainty.

Jeremy, his agreement implicit, echoed Bonnie's sentiments with a nod of his head. "Yeah, if Aella can't protect her, who can?" he added, his voice a reassuring echo in the tumultuous storm.

Seizing upon their unspoken plan, Elena Elena affirmed her decision with unwavering resolve. "The way I see it, next to Aella is the safest place that I can be."

Aella, her ego stroked by Elena's words, couldn't help but whine in protest before conceding defeat with a resigned sigh, hiding her face in Stefan's arms.

With Elena's decision made, she tugged on Bonnie's arm with a wide smile, signaling their departure with a sense of determination that belied the danger lurking just beyond the threshold.

"Let's go," Elena declared, her voice a beacon of defiance in the face of uncertainty.

But Damon, ever the voice of dissent, interjected with a request that shattered the fragile peace like glass.

"Actually, Bonnie? Can I talk to you?" Damon's words hung in the air like a dark omen; his intentions veiled in mystery as suspicion clouded the room.

Aella, her face lifting from Stefan's chest, exchanged a wary glance with Damon, her suspicions aroused by his sudden interest in Bonnie's company.

Stefan, his gaze fixed on Damon with a mixture of curiosity and concern, voiced his apprehension with a single word. "Why?"

Aella, mirroring Stefan's skepticism, added her own query to the mix. "About what?"

But Damon, prepared for their questions, simply shrugged off their concerns nonchalantly.

"Jonas. I have a question," Damon explained, his tone cryptic as he alluded to a past that remained shrouded in mystery. "And since she was his son's plaything..."

Sensing the need for discretion, Bonnie Bonnie pulled away from Elena with a tight smile, her eyes conveying a silent plea for understanding.

"It's fine, Aella," Bonnie reassured her friend, her voice a soothing balm in the midst of uncertainty.

With Elena, Jeremy, and a suspicious Aella making their exit, Stefan turned his attention back to Damon, his gaze unwavering as he awaited an explanation.

"Can I stay for this conversation?" Stefan inquired, his curiosity piqued by the cryptic exchange unfolding before him.

But Damon, ever the enigma, scoffed at Stefan's request, his disdain for his brother's interference evident in his dismissive tone.

"And leave Elena all alone, brother?" Damon retorted, his words dripping with sarcasm as he dismissed Stefan's concerns with a wave of his hand. "Pixie is the safest place that Elena can be, and with you there? She's practically invincible."

Stefan, deflated by Damon's rebuff, turned to Bonnie in search of answers, his gaze pleading for insight into Damon's cryptic motives.

"Bonnie?" Stefan turned to her, his expression a mix of confusion and concern, seeking reassurance in the face of uncertainty.

But Bonnie, with a polite smile and a shake of her head, offered no solace to Stefan's troubled mind. "It's fine, Stefan," she assured him, her words a tacit acknowledgment of the delicate balancing act they all found themselves in.

With Stefan's departure, Bonnie found herself alone with Damon, their uneasy truce hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

"What?" Bonnie demanded, her arms crossed in a defensive posture as she braced herself for Damon's next move.

Damon, his smirk a flash of mischief in the dimly lit room, wasted no time in needling Bonnie with a sly jab. "I thought you told your cousin no more lies," Damon teased.

Bonnie's jaw clenched with an audible grind, a telltale sign of her mounting frustration as she shifted uncomfortably under Damon's probing gaze. Her discomfort was palpable, like a taut wire stretched to its breaking point.

"I'm going to be late," Bonnie announced tersely, her voice tight with irritation as she made a move to leave, only to be halted by Damon's unexpected grasp. She tried to shake it free, but Damon, ever the provocateur, refused to release his hold, his teasing tone laced with mischief as he raised a mocking brow.

"What?" Damon's voice dripped with amusement, his smirk widening with each passing moment. "Magic me off?"

Bonnie, her patience wearing thin, pushed Damon's arm away with a forceful shove, her movements betraying a flicker of annoyance as she resorted to a half-truth in a bid to deflect his attention.

"You know Jonas took my powers," Bonnie lied through gritted teeth, her words a desperate attempt to regain the upper hand in their verbal sparring match.

Damon, his smile widening into a grin, leaned back against the wall with a flourish, his eyes alight with amusement as he reveled in Bonnie's discomfort.

"I did," Damon admitted with a hint of pride, his satisfaction evident in the gleam of his eyes. "However, I also heard someone decided to take a little trip to where Emily was burnt at the stake."

Bonnie's teeth ground together audibly, a testament to her simmering frustration as Damon's words struck a nerve.

"Jeremy," Bonnie muttered under her breath, her tone tinged with resignation as she reluctantly acknowledged the truth of Damon's accusation.

"And Anna," Damon added casually, his nonchalance a stark contrast to Bonnie's mounting ire as he circled her like a predator toying with its prey. "But only because they care," Damon continued, his words a thinly veiled challenge as he prodded at Bonnie's defenses. "Me? I need to know you can do this."

With a surge of magical energy, Bonnie unleashed her power with a flick of her wrist, sending Damon hurtling across the room with a resounding crash. His groan of pain echoed off the walls as he collided with the unforgiving surface, sliding down to the floor in a heap of bruised pride.

Bonnie, her smirk triumphant as she loomed over him, relished the moment of victory, her eyes alight with satisfaction as she delivered the final blow.

"What do you think?" she taunted, her voice dripping with smug superiority as she reveled in her hard-won triumph.