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Narrator:
Previously on the vampire diaries:

Elena: I'm Elena.
Stefan: I'm Stefan.

Stefan: Love brought me to Mystic Falls.
Love drove me away.

I love you, Damon.

- Silas.
- Hello, my shadow self.

- Stefan: Even though we've lost so much...
- Bonnie's dead, Elena.

Elena:
I can't believe she's gone.

- Aah!
- What are you doing to my brother?

- Elena: Stefan.
- I have no idea who you people are.

Stefan:
Our enemies still line up against us.

- Which one of you is Katherine Pierce?
- She is.

I need her alive.

- What do you want with me, Silas?
- Your blood is the cure, Katherine.

I'm Dr. Maxfield.

Good news about having vampire blood is
that's step one to creating a new vampire.

- This is step two.
- Unh!

Dr. Maxfield, please.

Why are you doing this?

My insides, they're burning up.

I'm hungry.

Maxfield: Subject 62547.

After his initial transition, 62547 has
undergone three days without feeding.

Subject is weak but lucid.

Upper left and right cuspid normal
after blood stimulus is removed.

What are you doing to me?

Pupils are at full dilation.
Sensitivity to light...

Sensitivity to light, an obvious 11
on a scale from one to 10.

What the hell's happening to me?
Why am I so hungry?

What are you doing to me?

Subject is confused yet self-aware.

Personality seems intact.

Hunger remains primary focus.

All-in-all,
appears to be a perfect candidate.

Elena: Dear diary...

Do you ever get sick of me
writing about death?

It's been four days
since Bonnie died...

Or four days
since I found out Bonnie died.

She wanted me to go back to school,
so here I am.

Back at school. Studying.
Going to class.

Trying to move on
like everyone else.

Stefan has it easiest.

He doesn't even remember Bonnie.

Not that anybody's seen him
except for Caroline...

Who's back with Tyler.

He's been a healthy distraction for her.

To say the least.

And I have adopted
my own distraction.

Dr. Wes maxfield.

My roommate was killed by a vampire,
and Dr. Maxfield covered it up.

And I'd like to know why.

Welcome back.

- See you at the costume ball tonight?
- I wouldn't miss it.

Elena:
Besides, the more I have to think about...

The less time I have
to miss Bonnie.

I'm right here, Elena.

And I miss you too.

Elena: But in the meantime, I choose
to believe that she's watching over me.

Because that's who Bonnie is.

Damon: Busted.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Miss avoiding-me-for-three-days.
- Avoiding you? We've been talking.

Texting. One time.

"Wanna be my plus one
at a costume ball?" Winky face.

And you never replied.

So I'm guessing this special
in-person visit means yes?

Definitely will maybe consider
thinking about it.

It's at 8:00.
Caroline got us costumes.

- Where are you going?
- Class. I'm late.

Oh, before I forget, I talked to
the registrar and your major is...

Drumroll... sociology.

How about we don't talk about
my major right now?

And I compelled you a single.

Definitely don't want
to talk about my dorm room.

We could talk about the hybrid-sized jerk that
you've been for not calling me back. Ever.

How many times
do you want me to tell you?

I've been helping a werewolf pack
in the land of no cell phone reception.

I've figured out a way
for you to make up for it.

I thought I did make up for it.

A couple dozen times.

You are escorting me
to the Whitmore historical ball.

The what?

It's the one time a year
they put their collection on display.

Everyone dresses
as famous historical figures.

I got Stefan a costume.
Even he's going. Come on, Tyler.

How cute will we be
as Bonnie and Clyde?

Seriously?

You're right. Let's not talk.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm Elena.

Megan used to be my roommate.

Did you know her?

We knew each other growing up.

Oh, wow.

I'm sorry.

Pretty sad memorial, huh?

Guess it's not exactly cool
to mourn during fall rush.

Everyone mourns differently.

Some do flowers.

Others do what their loved ones
would have wanted.

What Megan would have wanted
is to still be here. Alive.

They said she committed suicide.

Yeah, I know. That's what they said.

So then what do you think happened?

You know, if you, uh...

If you care about her...

Get her sunflowers. She liked those.

Hey. Do you have a name?

Cut to the chase, Silas.
What do you want?

- I want Katherine. What do you think I want?
- So do I.

Which is why
I took her away from you.

You can have your brown-eyed bitch
of a cure for immortality when I'm done.

But you've had her all night long.

- So how much longer do you need?
- Aren't you immortal?

- What's a few more hours to you?
- Here's the thing, Nadia.

I don't care about what you need.
I care about what I need.

I'm a little selfish like that.

Why don't you mind control a whole town
and find out where I'm holding her?

Right. You can't.

I'm very well aware of my current
superpower predicament, thank you very much.

Even though my brain
is on the Fritz...

Thanks to an ex-fiancée stalker witch
who can't seem to take a hint...

Doesn't mean
I'm not brilliant and crafty...

And becoming rapidly well-versed
in the power of cell phone tracking.

A little tip, woman to woman.

Don't piss off the diabolical ones.

And if you're gonna hold me hostage,
the least you can do is feed me properly.

We'll eat lunch on the road.
Let's get out of here.

Or hand me over.
Let him take his little sip of my blood...

So that he can cure
himself of immortality...

And we can all be on our merry way
back to finer accommodations.

A little tip, woman to woman.

Don't offer to hand yourself over
to the diabolical ones...

- When you don't know the whole story.
- Indulge me. What's the whole story?

Silas needs more than just a sip
to cure himself.

He needs every last drop
of your blood in your body.

But I'm a human now.

- If he did that, then...
- You die.

- Now come on. Let's go.
- Unh.

So as we know...

In a psychotic lapse of judgement...

Bonnie brought you
back to life and died.

May she rest in peace.

She's actually right over there.

Whatever. Look.

The point is, I just happen to know
a supernatural being...

Who happens to wanna die.

And in the spirit
of nature needing balance...

And a life for a
life and all that stuff...

It would be a huge waste
of a good death.

What are you talking about?

Something Elena
doesn't need to know about until it works.

Wait. You wanna work with Silas?

Why did you call me?

Same reason you answered.

You need help.

And I wanna help you.

Damon: From the beginning...

Silas' whole bad-guy plan was to kill himself,
pass on to wherever he was gonna pass on to...

And reunite with Amara.

I wanna use his death
to bring Bonnie back to life.

- What makes you think I need help?
- Damon: For starters, you're still here.

As in, why do you suck so badly
at killing yourself?

To die, he has to be mortal.

If he's mortal, he's a witch.

If he dies as a witch,
he's stuck on the other side forever.

He already tried to bring down the veil
to the other side. He failed.

Maybe he has a plan b. He wants to do more
than drop the veil and let the ghosts out.

She knows I can't hear her, right?

She thinks Silas wants to destroy
the other side completely.

Powerful spells are bound
by something even more powerful.

The moon, a comet, a doppelganger.

The other side was made 2000 years ago,
and it still exists.

She must have bound it to something
that could existjust as long.

A mystical anchor.

That's what binds her spell
to the other side.

I want to destroy it.

Qetsiyah, or Tessa, or whatever the hell
she's calling herself these days...

She wants to protect it.

So she's the only person that knows
where the anchor is hidden.

But fortunately, she will be at the
Whitmore historical ball this evening.

-Really?

I thought you lost all
of your psychic powers.

Oh, I did. But I still have
my incredible powers of observation.

And I observed her
buying a Cleopatra costume today.

Damon:
Back to my original question.

Let's say Silas destroys the other side,
cures himself, becomes a witch.

Is it supernaturally possible...

That he can do a spell that swaps her life
for his life once he, pfft, kills himself?

Supernaturally, yeah, it's possible. But this
is the same Silas who murdered my father.

He's ruthless.
And whatever spell he could do...

There'll be some consequences.
There always is. So, no.

My answer is definitely not.

What'd she say? Tell me.

- She's in.
- What?

- So we have a deal.
- Well, we have half a deal.

I'm resurrecting some witch
with my death...

But we have yet to discuss
how you're helping me.

You've yet to tell me what you want.

Oh, it's fairly simple, actually.

I want you to kill your brother.

I've been tailing you for 500 years.

There are a few things
I'd like to clear up.

Katherine:
Why would I tell you anything?

You indulge me in some answers...

And I will let you go.

Really?

My freedom
in exchange for a little q and a?

Okay.

There was a vampire roundup
in Mystic Falls.

Was there? I'm bad with dates.

Word on the street is that
you sold out many vampires...

Including your best friend Pearl
and her daughter Annabelle.

I was running from Klaus.

I needed to jet solo. I threw
a couple of vampire names on the hit list.

Sue me.

I also impersonated a teenager to get
my ex-boyfriends to make out with me...

Staged a fake fight
to trigger my lover's werewolf curse...

Ooh, and I chopped off this douchey
guy's fingers with a butcher knife once.

That was cool.

What about ripping a mother
away from her daughter...

Having her killed for your own benefit?

What are you getting at?

Know a little bit about me.

I had myself turned into a vampire
to hunt you.

To even the playing field.

To track your every move for
however long it took me until I found you.

Because you killed my mother.

It happened in Paris.

I go to Paris for shoes.

The shoes I remember.

Everything else
requires a few more details.

Her name was Lily otoma.

You were on the run from Klaus.

She took you in.
But when his minions showed up...

You pointed at my mom and you said,
"that is katerina petrova.

She is the one you want."

So they took her away.

You were never gonna let me go, were you?

No, but I'd hate for you
to die on an empty stomach.

Time to go.

You need to call Damon
and tell him you lied.

So I can lie for you all summer
as your witch translator...

- But when it's something I want...
- Silas is dangerous.

Bringing me back to life wasn't?
Oh, right, it killed you.

- I brought you back because Elena needed you.
- Now she needs you.

What about the consequences?

Haven't we learned this by now? When
you abuse magic, there's always a price.

What is worse than this?

What is worse than seeing you...

And hearing you...

And not being able to feel you?

This isn't enough anymore.

Let Damon try to bring you back.

I know what I want

wow. All of this and you weren't even
on the dance committee.

I may have e-mailed them
a few suggestions.

Did I mention
you're the hottest serial killer in here?

Well, considering the crowd,
I'll take that as a compliment.

I thought you got Stefan a costume.

He's James Dean. I went easy on him.

I figured between the bloodlust drama,
the Damon-Elena drama, the amnesia drama...

He's been through enough.

Hey. Dance with me.

I'm buzzed and I'm on the verge
of having a good time.

Have fun. I'll get us drinks.

But we get by with it

good girls do bad things

sometimes

but we get by with it

Damon: Lady Anne boleyn.

Now who in their right mind
would cutoff a head so gorgeous?

Uh, you, my king,
my not-so-loving husband.

Well, maybe I can dance my way
out of this doghouse.

Heh-heh. Yeah, maybe... maybe later.

Ooh. Or maybe you can tell me
what's going on with you. Come on.

Bonnie died three months ago,
and what was I doing?

I was having the summer of my life
with you.

Ah, guilt. Don't know it,
but I've heard it can be a royal bitch.

I know that it's not my fault
that Bonnie died.

- But it is for not figuring it out sooner.
- Damon: Elena...

You're allowed to be happy
once in a blue moon.

- Besides, Jeremy was lying to us all summer.
- I should have figured it out.

I know that it's not the same, but I'm not gonna
let Megan's death fall through the cracks too.

- Who the hell is that?
- It's Megan's hometown friend...

I.e., the latest person of interest in
the Whitmore mystery. I'll be right back.

Hey, whatever your name is.

Nice t-shirt. Understated.

Ah. Hey, whatever you're supposed to be.

Anne boleyn.

- Pre-beheading. Obviously.
- Impressed.

So does a costume compliment
earn me, like, a formal introduction?

Why do you wanna know who I am?

- Elena: Did you kill Megan?
- Of course not.

Why are you acting so shady?

Because everyone around me dies.

It's like a curse.

My friends, my family.

One by one, I've lost
every single person in my life.

So if you had any idea what survivor's
guilt felt like, you'd leave me alone.

Elena:
Forget about my questions.

It's, uh, Aaron.

My name.

I'll see you around. Maybe.

Up late at night all alone

can't you see I'm trying?

Trying so hard to hold
on to the things I know

but in the evening I will have to go

where I come from, "open bar" meant
ceramic jugs of phoenician wine.

Mm. Okay.

You have no idea who I am, do you?

No offense, but actually,
I have no idea who a lot of people are.

Tessa.

Formerly known as qetsiyah.

The girl who wiped my memories.

Yeah, nothing personal.

A little ex-boyfriend drama.

Let me make it up to you.

Buy you an "I'm sorry" drink?

More like an "I'm sorry" keg.

Pardon us.

- You, my brother, make a terrible wingman.
- The last guy that hit on her is still paying for it.

So, what exactly are we doing here?

Well...

Hello, me.

So you wanna explain to me
why I just killed my brother?

Well, Tessa's spell mentally linked us. I lost
my psychic abilities. Stefan lost his memories.

And the severed link?

Yes, Damon, I can read your mind again.

No, I'm not lying.

And maybe you enjoyed breaking your
brother's neck just a little bit too much.

Sold.

I'll cozy up to the witch,
sift through her mind.

Figure out where she's hiding the anchor.
All you gotta do is keep him dead.

Isn't Tessa gonna be suspicious...

When the man whose brain she fried
shows interest in her?

Of all the men here, Tessa went straight
for Stefan. This face won her heart before.

See, a woman
never forgets her first love...

No matter how badly it ended.

Look who's back.

Am I in trouble?

Well, according to my brother,
I am supposed to hate you.

And do you?

I'll tell you after that drink.

- Good. You like Tequila.
- Tessa: Yes.

But not as much as bacon.

In my day, it was all about lamb.

No one thought to cure pig fat.

God, you have the most beautiful smile.

Are you gonna stare all night
or ask me to dance?

I was standing

you were there

two worlds collided

and they could never

ever

you wanna get out of here?

These costumes come with handcuffs,
and you have a single.

Look, care, I didn't just come back here
to get you in bed.

I know.

It's just a happy by-product of us
being in school together.

No, I mean... uh...

What?

If I hurt you

I'm just really glad I'm here.

So, what brings you
to a, uh, college costume ball?

Look at me. Last time I looked
this good, I couldn't enjoy it.

Oh, that's right. The whole, uh,
being-stood-up-at-your-wedding thing.

You shouldn't know that.

I told you that
before I fried your memories.

Okay, you got me.
I might've asked around about you.

- Heh-heh.
- And I'm paranoid.

That's what I get for trying to marry
a lying, manipulative bastard.

Oh, come on. The guy must have had
some redeeming qualities.

I mean, we know he was obviously
extremely good-looking.

But I mean, was the guy at least funny?

Are you defending him?

No, no, it's just that you've been
on this revenge kick for 2000 years...

And maybe hating him is an excuse
to keep him in your life.

Maybe there's a part of you
that still loves him.

I really hope he thinks that.

I wanna see his face
when he realizes just how wrong he is.

Okay, I gotta admit,
there's a part of me...

That just wanted to hear you say
that you still love me.

That's how big my ego is.

- But since you're obviously in denial...
- My god, Silas...

You're okay. Now...

- Where's the anchor to the other side?
- Don't know. I'm looking for it too.

What do you mean? You created it.

Yes, I created it, but the travelers hid it
after they killed me.

They move it constantly.

- What are you doing here?
- My pendant is in one of these displays.

It's a magical talisman
that enhances my power.

I need it to do a locator spell
so I can find the anchor.

Well, then get to it.

And...

Forget everything we just spoke about.

- Thank you for the dance.
- Thank you.

You were there

Hey, hey.

Breaking my neck, huh?

- Yeah.
- Pumping me full of vervain.

All we need
is a Damon-sized rationalization.

Oh, the new you sucks.

How would the old me deal with this?

Barrelful of laughs?

He'd know it wasn't about him.

Oh, who is it about, Damon, huh?

About you? Your desperation to prove
to Elena that you're a worthy boyfriend?

I'm gonna get her best friend back.
Okay?

Katherine: There you are.

Having trouble getting that out?

I grazed your heart on purpose.

Which means you didn't want me dead.

- You still want something.
- I do.

I wanna know why you made up
that fake story about your mom.

It was a test.

You failed.

I knew it was a fake story.

By 1645, I'd been running from Klaus
for a century and a half.

There's no way any of his minions
would have mistaken anyone for me.

But you know how my brain works, right?

So you must have known
that I wouldn't fall for that sob story.

I wanted to get under your skin.

Because here you are.

What kind of sick game are you playing?

It's not a game, Katherine.

You did kill my mother.

Only it wasn't in Paris.

It was in a little cottage in england.

And it wasn't 1645...

It was April 6, 1492.

She was all alone.

Exiled by her family two years earlier.

You stuck her head in a noose...

Pushed her off the chair...

And snapped her neck.

Who are you?

My name...

Is Nadia petrova.

And you are my mother.

You look like a woman
on her way to the guillotine.

Actually, she was beheaded with a sword.

See? And that's why I teach bio.

And you are Abe Lincoln?

Dr. Jekyll.

Ah. Heh. Okay, yeah, I can see that.
So where's Mr. Hyde?

I don't know.
I'm not responsible for my darker half.

So would it be totally inappropriate
if a student asked you to dance?

Who could refuse a queen?

Besides, you're not...

Nor will you ever
be, one of my students.

Major points for the dance moves.

But zero points for lying
on my roommate's death certificate.

Look, I didn't wanna lie.

I couldn't tell her parents a mountain
lion attacked her at a frat party.

Tdbefimd. —huh.

Wanna know my theory?

What's that?

I think a vampire hunted her down, ripped
her throat out and threw her off that roof.

- What do you know about vampires?
- It doesn't matter what I know, Elena.

We're never gonna
see each other again.

And why is that?

There are people at this school watching
you and your friends, asking questions...

You don't want them to ask.

So pack your things...

Drop out...

And move back to Mystic Falls.

Hey.

Here you are.

What are you doing?

Look, care...

I can't do the college thing
right now.

Yeah, I completely understand.

I have been pushing way too hard...

And you need to make
your own decisions.

The point is, you're back,
and we're together.

Do you know the reason we're together?

Because Klaus granted us permission
to be together.

I'm sorry, but I can't live like that.

I see.

So this is about Klaus.

No, this is about me.

He killed my mom and got away with it.

I can't just start caring about sociology
and frat parties...

- You haven't given it a chance.
- I didn't come here to.

You came here to say goodbye.

I need to go after him.

I need to find a way to destroy his life
like he destroyed mine.

You know what, Tyler?

For someone who hates Klaus,
you certainly sound a lot like him.

Stefan.

Come to see the show?

What are you doing?

Been using this pendant
to find something I'm looking for.

- And I found it.
- Good.

- Stefan?
- Aah!

You awake?

Stefan?

You alive again, huh?

How's it feel, brother?

Stefan.

Stefan. Are you okay?

Stefan: That's Silas.

Stefan: Give me this.

He's working with my brother.

Everything he said to you was a lie.

That's all he knows how to do.

Lie.

You know where the anchor is.
Too bad you won't be around to find it.

You can't kill me.

I don't have to kill you. Yet.

You love me.

You know you love me.

I did love you.

Then you broke my heart.

And now I'm gonna break yours.

Or at least stop it from working...

So your blood can't flow...

And your veins dry up...

And you rot from the inside out...

So the world can see you
exactly as you are.

A cold, gray...

Hideous...

Monster.

Where do you think you're going?

- What?
- Give them.

Come on.

- I'm fine.
- He sighed, releasing the molecules of alcohol.

You know, you sound like that dad
who thinks he's cool but isn't.

Well, I'll settle for that very uncool and
mildly responsible legal guardian. Keys.

Can I have some money for a cab?

I mean, you do manage my trust, right?

I saw you talking to Elena Gilbert.
Do yourself a favor...

Stay away from that one.

- —Why?
- Because behind my very uncool exterior...

I do care about you, Aaron.

Whatever.

Be safe.

Oh, my god. Stefan.

That ain't Stefan.

- What is going on?
- Looks like Tessa had her way with him.

So if that's Silas,
then he's not a problem anymore.

This is a good thing.

Actually, no.

It's a very, very bad thing.

Nadia: You're a fool not to run.

Silas will find you.

Or he won't.
You're the one who said it.

I'm pretty good at dodging
the diabolical ones.

Besides, Silas...

Doesn't need me until he figures out
how to destroy the other side.

If he cures himself before then...

He goes back to being a witch.

If he dies as a witch...

Well, he's stuck
in supernatural purgatory.

There's just one outstanding question...

That's just been nagging at me
for the last 500 years.

Where were you in 1498?

I don't know. I was 8. Why?

Because by 1498, I'd escaped.

Ditched the people that were chasing me
and I found my way back to Bulgaria.

I searched every village...

Every cottage...

But I couldn't find you.

You went back?

Yes, Nadia.

I went back for you.

It's nice to meet you.

Hey.

Hey.

I've been thinking about it.

I'm not going to have
this conversation again.

I can't just sit here
while I'm waiting for you to come back.

I don't want that either.

Then stay.

Just be the love of my life.
Just love me more than you hate him.

I'm sorry, care.

I can't do that.

No.no, no,
don't you dare walk away from me.

I swear to god,
if you take one more step, we're done.

Okay? No more surprises. No more excuses.
No more chances. We are done.

So professor blondie
knows about vampires?

He said if I don't drop out of school, the wrong
people will start asking the right questions.

Ugh. That's not good.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

All I know is that finding the truth
about Megan isn't gonna bring Bonnie back.

Yeah, well, neither is a desiccated Silas
in our living room.

The only way for Silas to trade in his life
for Bonnie's, is if he's a witch.

But the only way to become a witch
is to have the cure.

Yup.

- What?
- Now who could that be?

- Why, hello.
- What's so urgent? I'm on the run.

I don't exactly have time
for a pit stop.

Or maybe I do.

Maybe...

I have all the time in the world.

Katherine Pierce
eludes death yet again.

And you two finally
did something right for once.

How's it feel?

Thnmng.

Damon, no.

- He needs the cure to be a witch.
- Katherine: No!

No. No, Damon.
No, Damon, please.

He needs all my blood. It'll kill me,
Damon. Damon, please. I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die, Damon.

I don't wanna die.

Please.

Goodbye, Katherine.

Do you hear that?

You've gotta be kidding me.

Takes a licking, keeps on ticking.

Am I in hell?