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damned_institute2010-07-09 08:42 pm
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Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-West
[from here]
It looked like the hallway opened up over here. Guess he couldn't expect to just run around and follow a linear corridor forever, but now he had to figure out which way he wanted to go. Normally, he'd just run down whatever hallway he happened to lay eye on first, but again, he was running a liiittle blind here.
He still wasn't seeing any people anywhere. Maybe everyone was hiding. If everyone knew the staff turned into monsters and tried to eat them, then it'd make sense that they'd try to keep low. Thankfully, he'd be taking care of whatever was wandering around this place, so they wouldn't have to stay hiding for long. Once that was done, they could blast their way out of there and he could find his way back to the others. Couldn't keep everyone waiting on account of him, right?
[running across Rita, The Trickster, and hopefully, a freaking flashlight]
It looked like the hallway opened up over here. Guess he couldn't expect to just run around and follow a linear corridor forever, but now he had to figure out which way he wanted to go. Normally, he'd just run down whatever hallway he happened to lay eye on first, but again, he was running a liiittle blind here.
He still wasn't seeing any people anywhere. Maybe everyone was hiding. If everyone knew the staff turned into monsters and tried to eat them, then it'd make sense that they'd try to keep low. Thankfully, he'd be taking care of whatever was wandering around this place, so they wouldn't have to stay hiding for long. Once that was done, they could blast their way out of there and he could find his way back to the others. Couldn't keep everyone waiting on account of him, right?
[running across Rita, The Trickster, and hopefully, a freaking flashlight]
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With that in mind, she was starting to worry more about the fact that Stefan wasn't with them. Granted, she literally ran into Damon without even trying, but still. She trusted Stefan, really, but she had only just talked him out of giving up on everything. And while she knew he was perfectly capable of looking out for himself, it was no secret that the both of them tended to act out a little irrationally when they thought the other was in danger.
As if she suddenly had a renewed sense of determination, or maybe just a stronger need to get answers and find her boyfriend, she continued passed the stairs and started looking around again. "We need to figure out where we are. Maybe someone can tell us what this place is, and-" Help us find Stefan. "-how we got here. We can't just wander around all night." Was there panic in her tone? Maybe a little bit.
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Besides. Surely even Stefan wouldn't do that twice. But the only way what Elena said made sense, then, was that she was referring to something that'd already happened. He remembered that night, of course—Stefan going bipolar blood junkie was a special commemorative event, even by his standards—but it was also not exactly a present ongoing situation. It'd been archived in Episodes Involving Stefan.
"Apparently, we should figure out what's going on with your memory first," he said, stepping around and in front of Elena. "Stefan's been back to boring for awhile now, you know that. He's been eating rabbits and not trying to light himself on fire with the sun. If anyone was two seconds away from getting charbroiled, it was yours truly." He wiggled his fingers to indicate said yours truly, then folded his arms across his chest. He hesitated. "I should...thank you, by the way."
There, okay. Said and done.
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Okay, there had to be a good reason for this. Maybe Damon had lost his ring, and didn't tell her about it, but somehow managed to find it while she was gone trying to find Stefan. No. Wrong. That didn't make any sense either.
Maybe...
Maybe! She had been in this place longer than she originally thought. Maybe she had been sleeping for days, and. But. Damon said she was supposed to be aware of what he was talking about. It was impossible.
So then maybe-
Nope, nothing.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
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Realization dawned. Damon narrowed his eyes, gaze locked on the pendant on her neck. She still had it. That didn't mean much.
"Please tell me you haven't taken that off," he said.
Had to be vampires. What else could pull something like this? Someone must've gotten inside Elena's memories, and the only way they could've done that was if she didn't have her necklace. He didn't think she would've been that stupid, to take it off—the last time had been somewhat special circumstances—but that someone might've removed it was hardly an impossibility. Vervain-filled jewelry made for decent enough protection for an unsuspecting vampire, but it wasn't exactly welded on. Know where to look, you could take it off easy.
Though he'd be damned if he knew exactly why they'd go through all this trouble, and in the end, that wasn't really the point, was it? No, the point was that there was someone here who deserved to have their neck snapped, and it would be nice if he could find them sometime soon.
He glanced over to his right. Was Stefan here? Suddenly, he wasn't so sure. If something had happened along the way while he was out—not that he was worried, obviously. But Stefan could be useful on occasion, he couldn't deny that. Often as a distraction of some sort.
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However, the more she held onto her locket, the easier it was for her to notice something different. It wasn't anything huge, but usually there was a little shift to it whenever she lifted it. The vervain inside would move inside the locket. Usually.
"Oh my God."
Tucking the flashlight under her arm, she started to fuss with the locket. How could she let this happen? Maybe she was just imagining it. It was really the only way a vampire could have gotten inside of her head without her even remembering any sort of struggle, though. She knew the vervain didn't make her untouchable, but it definitely would have given her enough time to realize if someone was trying to compel her.
"I think it's empty," she said, looking back up at Damon even as she continued to try to open it. "I don't smell the vervain anymore. It's not there, Damon, someone must have-" More rambling, and her fingers kept slipping over the clasp. She needed to open it, needed to see...
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Whoever was responsible, they obviously had more than just a clue of what they were doing. The Founder's Council? No way. John Gilbert, Jr. Jr. Jr. ad nausem aside, the rest of the council...well, hell, Damon had worked with these people. The only advantage they'd had at first was that they'd known something Damon hadn't. Beyond that, they were mostly comprised of soccer moms and experts in the field of fundraisers. The only one who'd remotely resembled a threat had been the history teacher, and by "remotely", Damon meant possibly might go so far as to break into my house to stab me. Unlike the others.
"Whoa, hey." Elena looked like she was about ready to rip her pendant in half or cut herself trying. Damon caught her hands. "Just take it easy. Here—" He pried it open, careful even though it was no mystery by now that it would be empty. She wasn't the only one who couldn't smell it. It wasn't normally something he noticed—would've defeated the purpose of it if he could tell from a mile away—but now that she mentioned it...still, instinct said not to dump the only poisonous substance to vampires on himself.
The locket laid open in his palm. Empty. Dammit, what the hell was going on?
Either way, this was so monumentally not good. Nor very reversible. Removing memories was one thing, getting someone to remember it again was another. It couldn't be done. Well, no, scratch that. It could. He could plant new memories of the old ones, for instance, but it wouldn't be the same. Anyway, he highly doubted Elena wanted him messing around in her head like that. The only cure was if she made the transformation into a vampire, but that was completely out of the hemisphere of potential options.
He snapped the locket shut. "Look, we'll figure this out, okay? But right now, we need to keep moving before you lose more than your memories." He tugged the flashlight from under her arm and held it out towards her, one eyebrow cocked as he waited for her to take it.
If she wasn't up for going to the second floor, he supposed a turn down the other direction was as good an alternative as any. At this point, even he would admit he had no idea what he was doing.
But not out loud.
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"Right. Okay, yeah."
She took another second to convince herself that it really was okay, then turned back to the staircase. "Maybe we should just head up." Elena peeked back at Damon to make sure they were on the same page before starting up the stairs, trying to gain her focus back as she did so. She kept the flashlight angled up so they could see a few steps ahead of themselves, but the dark was pretty unnerving.
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