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Previously on The Vampire Diaries:

We think the Travelers are about to make their move.

Their leader, Markos, is here.

He's been dead for centuries and we think the fire sacrifice allowed him to escape.

- From where? - The Other Side.

They've taken over towns by putting Passengers inside of townsfolk.

They're doing the same thing in Mystic Falls.

- We're in. - This body is incredible.

Don't get used to it.

What about you? Any pretty girls?

Actually, there was one. Her name was Maggie.

She was working for Dr. Whitmore.

When she finally realized what was going on, she couldn't bear it.

She said she was sorry and she left.

No offense, but even if she still was alive, wouldn't she be, like, really old?

Seventy years of captivity and she was the face that I clung onto.

I don't wanna date her, Caroline. I wanna thank her.

You mind telling me what the hell is going on?

Doppelganger blood can help the Travelers. Why don't we take a walk?

- You stay here. - Not bloody likely.

You wanna find Maggie, you stay here.

I still need you in my life.

As friends, right? I don't wanna talk to you. I don't wanna look at you.

- And I sure as hell don't wanna be your friend. - Okay.

Breakfast, Professor Salvatore?

Oh, no, no, no. I see what you're doing.

What am I doing?

Distraction tactics.

Stay focused.

So Psychology, Sociology and Anthropology share the assumption that...?

Scientific methods can be used to understand human behavior.

That's very good, as in verbatim.

Which means that I need to ask you more difficult questions.

- Thank you. - For what?

Volunteering to help me study. The day after Damon declared that we can't be friends...

and that he never wants to see my face again.

Speaking of distracting tactics...

- You're welcome. - Hey, I'm sorry I'm late.

- What did I miss? - Just that Stefan's the tutor from hell.

Unkind. Take that back.

Actually, I'm surprised that you're up for studying.

You know, considering...

- Considering? - The Other Side.

Falling apart?

- She's in denial. - So I see.

I'm not in denial. The Other Side is disintegrating.

As the anchor to the Other Side, I'm only alive as long as there is an Other Side.

I'm perfectly aware of the threat of my impending death.

There is nothing I can do. It's called acceptance.

Fifth stage of grief. Look it up, tutor guy.

Definitely in denial.

Yeah. Look, Bonnie. I've already lost you once.

We're not doing this again. It's not an option.

Not to mention what's gonna happen to Alaric and your grams and everyone else over there.

So, what are we gonna do?

Fine, if you guys promise to stop hovering, I'll ask Liv if she has any witchy ideas.

Don't we have bigger problems with Travelers trying to take over Mystic Falls?

Oh, no, Damon's already on that.

- He is? - Did I say Damon?

What I meant to say was George.

Damon said that he never wanted to see me again.

I guess we're both in denial.

Ugh. Whose nasty-ass boxers are under the couch?

Not mine. I actually do my laundry.

It's not in the floor safe.

Or the kitchen cabinets, or the garage, or the bookshelves.

The Traveler knife is gone.

- Are you sure Tyler hid it where he said he did? - Obviously not.

Ding-dong.

- Invite me in. - We can hear you just fine from there.

Oh, I'm so sorry I interrupted whatever weird ritual you two were doing.

I just want to de-Passenger the citizens of Mystic Falls...

using your magical Traveler knife, so hand it over.

That's gonna be a problem.

Five words that make me wanna vamp toss my keys into your chest cavity.

Little Gilbert, help me in the fight against my dark side and elaborate, please.

- We can't find it. - As in you lost it?

- As in it's not here. - You're right. Don't invite me in.

- Because I will kill both of you. - Tyler said he hid it in the piano.

And when was the last time you heard from Tyler?

- Where the hell am I? - Not here.

Welcome back, Julian.

Apologies for the precautions.

But you're passengered into the body of a hybrid.

It's hard to know how long you have before his consciousness returns.

I see we moved yet again.

- At least this is a step up. - Just trying to keep our people comfortable.

With luck, our days of striking camp are numbered.

Sloan.

Two thousand years ago...

the witches put a curse on our tribe...

so nature should turn against us should we ever attempt to settle as a people.

We have lived without a home...

roaming like cattle.

The prophecy states that we can break that curse.

But in order to undo a witch's curse...

one must have the power...

to undo a witch's magic.

Our faithful Sloan has volunteered to be the...

How do you say?

Guinea pig of our little experiment.

Drink.

Are you ready, Sloan?

I'm ready.

And to what do I owe the pleasure?

Don't know where I can find a Traveler, do you?

You know Travelers. Vagabonds and the like.

Haven't seen any. Why?

Got two brain-dead teenagers who didn't realize two plus two equals one hijacked hybrid.

Don't envy you there, mate.

Well, what do you say? Field trip?

I mean, I'm sure there's some salvage yard we haven't toured yet.

It's dangerous to let Tweedledee and Tweedle-dumber out of the house.

Last thing we need is another Traveler possession.

Sadly, I've got to take a rain check.

I'm late to meet some people.

What?

Nothing.

Not really nothing.

More like a rhetorical question about how to fix an imploding supernatural purgatory.

Oh, great, he's here.

You know Enzo?

Yup, not a fan.

- What are you doing here? - Can't join my friends for a cup of tea?

Damon, your friend, uh, singular, isn't here and we're a little busy right now.

But by all means, have a seat.

No need to be rude. I've come here for a chat.

Elena, darling, perhaps Caroline told you I've been searching for someone I once knew.

A woman named Maggie.

Your elusive girlfriend from the Augustine days.

Maggie worked there as an observer.

Taking notes on my behavior.

She never got too close, never took off her vervain bracelet.

But we spent hours and hours talking and we developed an attachment.

Now, she left in 1950.

I imagined her one day teaching in one of these fancy universities.

Starting a family.

Living her life to the fullest. I'm sure you two can appreciate that.

What's going on?

That Traveler girl, Sloan, gave me this yesterday.

Making good on a promise.

From the Augustine files left behind by our good Dr. Wes.

Yes, imagine how I felt when I saw it.

Turns out Maggie died in 1960.

In Mystic Falls.

Someone tore her head right off her body.

- In 1960, were you...? - A Ripper? Clearly.

I wasn't a Ripper then.

I'm really sorry about your friend.

But I had nothing to do with it.

I thought you might say that.

Liv.

Little service here, please.

Liv, what are you doing? Stop.

I can't stop. Sorry.

That's my fault, really. Where's Luke?

I compelled blokes from the rugby team to keep her brother's life in jeopardy...

so that should the witch disobey, he will die.

There's a good soldier.

Okay, Stefan, are you ready to talk about what you did to the love of my life?

- Tell him to use me instead. - I don't really think he's up for taking orders.

Besides, I'm older than you.

- By five minutes. - Get him out of here. Now.

- Wait, what are you doing? - Get him out.

Too many witches under one roof makes me nervous.

I'll let you know if he needs to die.

That vervain water is going to hurt even worse if you struggle against those knots.

Chap's in the sailing club.

How did you compel everyone here?

Place opens at 8. You got here at 9. Do the math, college girl.

I will gladly release them once you admit you killed Maggie.

I would love to, except I have absolutely no idea who she is.

That's what this is for. Police found it on her body at the crime scene.

"June 10th, 1951.

I found a job at a pre-school. I love the kids, but still I feel lost.

Listless.

March, 1953. While my girlfriends have all found love...

for some reason I can't seem to connect with anyone.

As if a part of my soul is missing or dead.

My sister said there are more men in the city. Maybe I'll move."

Now, it turns out she did move to the city in 1958.

In the move, she uncovered a box she hadn't touched in years.

Medical journals from 1950.

Covered in notes about a special vampire patient named 12144.

When she came back, Whitmore House had burned...

and it was concluded that I had perished in the fire.

You're a journal man, aren't you, Stefan?

This is ridiculous. In 1960, I was cleaned up.

I was barely feeding on people, let alone killing them.

Good idea. Let's call Damon.

How is it Travelers are everywhere until you actually need to find one?

Hunt going poorly then?

That's what I get for working with the Hardy Boys.

I take it you don't have Stefan's diaries handy.

I need you to check his journal for an entry on November 8th, 1960.

Stefan burned his journals a while ago. He was in a mood. Why?

Ah. Just trying to settle a little debate.

No matter. I'm right.

How are you hanging in there, man? I heard you exiled Elena from your eye-line.

How'd you hear that?

Are you with them right now?

Not for long. I reckon one will be dead soon.

Eye for an eye and all that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Enzo.

You have your murder voice on.

I need you to speak very slowly, very calmly, and tell me what the hell the problem is.

The problem, if you must know...

is my girl, Maggie, the one who got away, turns out she didn't get away for long.

Your Ripper of a brother took a big bite out of her neck membrane in the '60s.

- Sixties? Stefan wasn't even... - Gotta jet, mate.

Nothing personal. Just a bit of revenge. You understand.

Any history majors in the house?

Ah. Trick question.

I compelled them all not to speak. Never mind. We'll use this.

1960.

Let's see. Ford Thunderbirds. Lincoln Continentals.

Unseasonably cold that year.

Tuesday, November 8th.

John F. Kennedy was running for president.

Election night.

You're okay. Forget this ever happened.

And run.

Gold star for impulse control.

Don't worry. Not here to judge.

- Who the hell are you? - Maggie James.

And you're Stefan Salvatore.

Another vampire.

Sorry, this is all so fascinating.

Here, I've been staring at Damon's picture for years.

Guess you got the handsome genes.

What do you know about my family?

I've spent the last two years searching for your brother.

- I know everything about you. - Why are you so obsessed with my brother?

He knew a friend who died in a fire. Hoping you'd know where to find him.

Ah. Why don't you do yourself a favor and stay away from my brother?

He's a monster. Fell off the rails a couple of years ago.

There's no talking sense into him.

It's a good thing I don't wanna talk to him.

I wanna kill him.

So you want me to tell you where my brother is so that you can kill him.

You just said he's a lost cause. I'd be doing the world a favor.

Hmm.

Well, it's too bad you're not doing yourself any favors.

No, no!

- That was Maggie? - Now we're getting somewhere.

I didn't kill her. I was just trying to scare her into leaving town.

- So it was the other Ripper in Mystic Falls. - I have no reason to lie to you, Enzo.

- Are your lies worth Bonnie's life? - Bonnie!

What exactly happens if you die, anyway?

- Let go of me. - Aren't you already dead?

- Should we find out? - Stop.

You're right.

I killed Maggie.

I tore out her throat and I ripped her head off.

I completely forgot about her until now.

That's the truth.

Now let her go.

Take her upstairs.

- Are you okay? - You can cut the scared hostage act.

- Excuse me? - Enzo may be using you...

as his pocket witch, but if he kills either of them...

the Travelers can't do what they need to with the doppelganger blood.

And the witches win.

Well, aren't you clever? You should be a magic teacher.

Blondie, now is not the time to be screening my calls.

You're the only one unaccounted for and I don't know where Elena and Stefan are.

At least call your mother.

Why the sudden interest in Mystic Falls history?

You know when your brother kills your only friend's girl and you're stuck in the middle?

- No. - Well, then, don't ask.

- Okay, 1960. - Yeah.

There was a mugging reported November 9th.

No, no, no, it has to be the 8th. He's very specific about the 8th.

Well, that would be Maggie James.

Died November 8th, 1960.

Unresolved homicide.

Possible serial killer.

Ooh.

Stefan was right.

- He didn't kill Enzo's girl. - How do you know?

Because I did.

It's the only way to get you out of here.

Make me a vampire.

I'll save you. We'll run away together.

Don't you wanna be with me?

- More than anything in this world. - Then I'm ready.

Dr. Whitmore's back. You need to hurry.

Come closer.

Take my hand.

Leave, Maggie.

Leave and never come back.

And when you go, forget I ever existed.

Forget that I love you.

Wait.

Must have fallen from your wrist.

Sorry.

Where were we, then?

Stop. You made your point.

Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over all the:

Oh, I'm sorry. ls there a more appropriate reaction to torture?

I thought I was doing you some favor by teaching you magic...

- ...and you're more powerful than I ever was. - It's nothing personal.

It was our job to protect the doppelgangers.

You were an easy in.

The stuff you were teaching me, I learned in first grade.

Does your coven know the Other Side is falling apart?

Why? Scared you're not gonna make it to finals?

It's not about me. I have friends there.

My grams. There's gotta be something that can be done. A spell, a ritual, something.

I used to scream too.

For me, it wasn't so much the sharp instruments as it was the fingers.

All those bloody fingers.

Like I was a bowl of dough.

Well, this is depressing.

Is stadium seating really necessary?

These people are starting to creep me out.

If I didn't know better, I'd say that was a veiled attempt to get me to release hostages.

I'm sorry. Was that veiled? Release the damn hostages.

Whose side are you on?

There are sides now?

You were there with me in Augustine. Don't tell me you've forgotten...

what it was like to cling to the thing that kept you from feeling pain.

Enzo, I get it.

The prospect of seeing Maggie was your safety line to the world...

the one thing that kept you from shutting it off. But she's gone.

There's a chapter in Elena's Psych book about it.

What are you two, study buddies now?

What are you doing?

The thing is, I didn't know she was your Maggie.

What are you talking about?

She didn't tell me her name when we met.

When exactly was that?

November 8th, 1960.

- Hi. - I'd gotten a message at the house...

saying a lady wanted to buy me a drink.

Naturally, I was curious.

One of the closest presidential races in the history of these United States...

rests in the hands of our American populace.

I'd like to interview you for an article I'm writing.

Oh, yeah? What are you thinking? Life magazine?

Heh. Not quite. I'm with the Whitmore College Alumni Gazette.

- Where is my cigarette lighter? - Whitmore.

Spent a lot of time there.

Oh. Then you remember the fire of '58.

At Whitmore House?

Vividly.

It was incredibly hot.

Very loud, lots of screaming.

- Mm. - So I heard.

I'm afraid that's a little glib to quote for the Gazette...

seeing as over a dozen people died.

Sensitive readership. Got you.

See, I have this switch in my brain...

feel something I don't wanna feel...

- ...click, it's gone. - Heh.

- Easy as pie. - Mm.

You really are a monster.

I'm not a fan of needles.

Oh, an Augustine.

How refreshing of you to find me.

I usually have to hunt you people down.

And the celebrations can begin.

DAMON'. Had she got me with that vervain injection...

things would have been very different.

She didn't stand a chance against me.

And you made it look like I did it?

Maggie was the hope Enzo clung to, you were mine...

and when you didn't notice that I was missing for five years...

let's just say I held a grudge.

You killed Maggie.

I didn't even bat an eye.

My switch was off, Enzo, I did a lot of terrible things.

But I didn't do it to make your life miserable from every angle...

I did it because I didn't care.

So do what you gotta do, you wanna kill me...

you wanna hate me, do it, but this is between us.

Well, that's the problem, Damon.

I don't wanna hate you.

Because if I hate you then I have nothing left.

There is another option.

Forget that I love you.

DAMON'. In order for me to save myself and leave you...

I had to shutoff my humanity, damn it. So I flipped the switch.

And I felt nothing. No remorse, no regret.

No pain.

Don't you dare. Hey, Enzo!

There we are.

You're right. I don't have a care in the world.

How are you feeling?

- The lights... - All part of your transition.

Vampirism originated from the magic of witches.

And it is in the prophecy...

that the blood of the final two doppelgangers will undo witch magic.

The last of our doppelganger blood.

This is fun, not caring.

Yep. Emotion-free, bye-bye humanity.

To Maggie James, for whom I feel absolute and blissful detachment.

Let's get out of here. Where is it you wanted to go?

- Cape Town? - Cape Horn.

Even better.

Ah. All right. Everyone's free to go.

Shaw's over.

Don't worry, I compelled you all to think you spent the day studying...

like the good students you are.

Except you. Stay.

I wanna test something.

No!

Look at that. I don't even feel obliged to say thank you.

- Bastard. He took Elena. - Let's go.

No! Hey, Stefan.

You deal with her, I'll find Enzo.

He's gonna kill her, you know that, right?

- I can handle him. - Damon!

- I said I could handle him. - He wants to hurt you in any way he can.

You can't save him.

The witch is dying.

- Drink. - Come on, Liv, you're okay.

You're okay.

- You got this? - Yeah, go.

Enzo, I need you to come find me, okay?

I will give you a first class ticket to Cape wherever-it-is. I'll even come with you.

Let's face it, no one's gonna miss me.

But don't hurt Elena.

Okay?

You leave her alone, I swear I'll never ask you for anything again.

- if you were gonna kill me, I'd be dead. - I think you mean when I kill you.

I know how you're feeling.

- That's the point, I feel nothing. - You're just lost.

You think cutting all this out of your life is the answer?

You're just biding time until it comes crashing back.

I know why Damon doesn't wanna deal with you.

You don't shut up.

Hey.

Stefan. Where's your big brother?

I don't know. Guess I found you first.

Ouch.

Hope it's insured.

- Can you call my brother, see if he's okay? - It's already done. He's fine.

So you're probably gonna get fired.

Probably.

You asked if there was anything you could do about the Other Side.

Did you think of something?

Say goodbye to your friends, Bonnie.

The Other Side's just like any other spell.

You know how that works.

Just like any other recipe or math equation...

remove one component, and the whole thing implodes on itself.

When those Travelers let Markos escape...

But there's always another spell, a loop hole, a sacrifice...

Something.

Jeremy loves you, Bonnie.

He deserves to know you're leaving.

Elena!

Elena. Aah.

You're okay.

Bet you wish you'd murdered me back when you had the chance.

Though Damon would have been furious.

I think it's time we both stopped coddling him.

Now, where is my lighter?

Maggie's lighter, I should say.

I wonder what she'd think of all this.

Who knows what lies in the great beyond for a mere human like Maggie James?

Probably nothing. It's probably just as well she isn't watching this.

I believe it might upset her.

Shall we burn together, you and I?

Perhaps just you.

My brother, he sees something good in you.

And you? Isn't there a part of you that thinks I can be redeemed?

Not with your emotions off.

You won't stop until you kill Damon.

Better yet, wouldn't it be a sweet piece of revenge...

when Damon finds out you killed his best friend?

Have fun sorting this out with your brother.

Enzo, I need you to come find me, okay?

- Hey. - Hey.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. I just...

I'm still a bit confused about how I got here.

- Bonnie here? - No, she never came back.

Enzo's dead.

Did you...?

Yeah.

Does Damon know?

I basically just killed my brother's only friend.

It's been a tough year for Damon.

Don't you think it'd be easier if No Humanity Enzo just left for parts unknown...

and was never heard from again?

- Stefan, I don't know if I can... - Listen.

Damon thinks that Enzo left town.

And we need to keep it that way.

We barely just got him back. This would destroy him.

Please.

We think Tyler's with the Travelers.

And we're stuck here because Damon said he'd twist off our kneecaps if we left.

Thanks.

- You mind if I talk to Jeremy for a sec? - No.

- I'm glad you're okay, Bon. - Thanks.

- Okay. You've got your super-serious face on. - Do I?

- In light of the Tyler thing, it's probably nothing. - Bon, come on. What is it?

This whole thing with the Other Side, I don't know what's going on.

But if it does go away...

Liv thinks there might be a way to save me, so...

Yeah, heh.

Whew, sorry. Hang on, it's Stefan. Hello?

Who are you with right now?

Jeremy. Why?

Because Enzo's dead, and I don't mean to put this on you, but Damon can't find out.

- Bonnie? - Yep, I understand.

Damage control, is it?

Bonnie, what's going on?

Nothing. Just someone passing to the Other Side.

Probably a werewolf or something.

Go on. Keep your little secret.

You'll see me again.

Did I mention how good I am at revenge?

The moment of truth.

Are you still a vampire?

Or is the prophecy true?

Did the doppelganger blood revert you back to your human form?

I'm not healing.

I'm not a vampire anymore.

Congratulations.

If we can undo the magic in Mystic Falls...

we can undo the witch's curse that prevents us from finding a home.

We'll finally have a place to settle.

Sadly, I'm afraid you won't be able to enjoy it with us.

The doppelganger blood removes magic.

Unfortunately, without the magic of vampirism to keep her alive...

Sloan has reverted to her final human state.

- So now, she's just... - Dead.

Exactly, Julian.

She's dead.

Such is the fate of any vampire that tries to live in our new home.

We're almost ready to begin our work.

Except...

we're gonna need a lot more blood.

I know.

I know what you're thinking.

I screwed up.

I'm the reason Enzo's in our lives, I'm the reason he wants us dead. It's all my fault.

And I'll fix it, okay?

He was there for me at my worst, I'll find a way to be there for him.

I'll get him back.

I'll fix it.

Did I leave anything out?

I, uh, checked in on Elena, she's all right.

Yeah, I know.

I found her on campus, she was unconscious. I took her home, tucked her in.

You didn't leave a note?

I think I'm past trying to earn points for good behavior, Stefan.

You know, what happened today wasn't your fault.

That's very noble of you, brother.

We both know that's not the truth.

Well, either way, I think it's time you leave Enzo alone.

Can't.

Come on, Damon.

- He's not your responsibility. - You're the only one who gets to play hero?

Or you just don't think I can do it?

I think that he's not worth saving.

- You don't know what you're talking about. - Really?

Yeah. Know what you never knew?

When I was in that cell, every time I'd say something terrible about you...

or blame you for not coming to rescue me, Enzo would bring me back from the edge.

- I know you guys were close... - Enzo reminded me...

that at least I grew up with a family, had family out there.

Which was more than he could say for himself.

Said he envied me for having a brother.

Even a crappy one like me?

Even a crappy one like you.

He defended you. Even though he didn't know you.

Said it was good we had people outside.

People just living their lives, free and clear of our Augustine hell.

People worth holding on to our humanity for.

Because we love them.

All that time as a prisoner, every time I wanted to give up on you...

Enzo stopped me from hating you.

And that's why I have to help him.

And I owe him for that.

And so do you.

It's too late to make amends, Damon.

You know me.

Never let go of a good vendetta.

And this one is just getting started.