The Vampire Diaries (2009–2017): Season 5, Episode 5 - Monster's Ball - full transcript
On campus, Elena is touched by a sad and secretive student named Aaron. Elena and Damon attend the Whitmore Historical Ball dressed as Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII. At the ball, Elena shares ...
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"The Vampire Diaries"...
I'm Elena.
I'm Stefan.
Love brought me to Mystic Falls.
Love drove me away.
I love you, Damon.
Silas.
Hello,
my shadow self.
Ugh!
And even
though we've lost so much...
He's dead, Elena.
Can't believe
she's gone.
Aah!
What are you doing
to my brother?
Stefan.
I have no idea
who you people are.
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
in your system is,
that's step one
to creating
a new vampire.
This is step two.
♪The Vampire Diaries 05x05 ♪
Monster's Ball
Original Air Date on October 31, 2013
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Dr. Maxfield,
please.
Why are you
doing this?
My insides,
they're burning up.
I'm hungry.
Subject 62547.
After his initial
transition, 62547
has undergone 3 day
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
is 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.
Dear diary,
do you ever get sick of me
writing about death?
It's been 4 days
since Bonnie died--
or 4 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 had it easiest.
He doesn't even remember Bonnie,
not that anybody has seen him
except for Caroline,
who's back with Tyler.
Ha ha!
He's been
a healthy distraction for her,
to say the least...
Ha ha ha!
And I've
adopted my own distraction--
Dr. Wes Maxfield.
My roommate was killed
by a vampire.
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.
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.
But in the meantime,
I choose to believe that she's
watching over me
because that's who Bonnie is.
Busted.
Hey.
Hey, miss avoiding me
for 3 days.
Avoiding you? What?
We've been talking.
Texting one time.
"Want to 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 you going?
To class.
I'm late.
Oh, before I forget,
I talked to the registrar,
and your major is--
drum roll--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.
Well, 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.
Well, lucky for you,
I figured out a way
for you to
make up for it.
I thought I did
make up for it
a couple dozen
times.
Ha ha ha!
You are escorting me
to the Whitmore
historical ball.
The what?
It's the one time a year
where they put
their whole collection
on display, and everyone
dresses up as famous
historical figures.
I got Stefan a costume.
Even he's going.
Come on, Tyler.
I mean, 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.
Other do what their
loved ones would've wanted.
Yeah. Well, what Megan
would have wanted
was 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?
Yeah. If you care
about her,
get her sunflowers.
She liked those.
Hey, do you
have a name?
Yeah. I do.
Huh.
Cut to the chase, Silas.
What do you want?
I want Katherine Pierce.
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 really care
about what you need.
I only care about
what I need.
I'm a little selfish
like that.
Then why don't you
mind-control a whole town
of people and find out
where I'm holding her?
Right. You can't.
I'm very well aware
of my current
super power predicament,
thank you very much,
and even though my brain
is on the Fritz,
thanks to an ex-fiancee
stalker witch
who can't seem
to take a hint,
that doesn't mean that
I'm not still brilliant
and crafty and becoming
rapidly well-versed
in the power of cell
phone tracking.
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 my properly.
We'll eat lunch
on the road.
Let's get out of here.
Or just
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.
So, as we know,
in a psychotic lapse
of judgment,
Bonnie brought you
back to life
and died
in the process.
May she rest
in peace.
She's actually
right over there.
Whatever. Look.
The whole point is,
I just happen to know
a supernatural being
who just happens
to want to die,
and in the spirit
of nature needing
balance
and life for a life
and all that stuff,
I just think it would
be a huge waste
of a perfectly
good death.
What are you
talking about?
Something Elena doesn't
need to know about
until it works.
Wait. You want
to work with Silas?
So...
Why did you call me?
Same reason
you answered.
You need help,
and I'm gonna
help you.
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 his
dead girlfriend Amara.
I want to use his death
to bring Bonnie
back to life.
What makes you think
that I need help?
Well, 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,
then he's a witch,
and if he dies
as a witch,
then 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."
Maybe he wants to do more
than just drop the veil
and let
all 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
2,000 years ago,
and it still exists.
That means she must have
bound it to something
that could exist
just 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?
Mm.
Thought you said
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.
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.
Well, 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.
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&A?
Hmm. Ok.
In 1864, 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?
Now 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,
and I did this
because you
killed my mother.
It happened in Paris,
1645.
I go to Paris
for shoes.
The shoes
I remember.
Everything else requires
a few more details.
Her name was
Lily Atoma.
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.
Ugh!
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
too dangerous.
And 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.
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?
Ha ha ha!
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 blood lust drama,
the Damon-Elena drama,
the abuser 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.
Lady Anne Boleyn.
Now, who in
their right mind
would cut off a head
so gorgeous?
Uh, you, my King,
my not-so-loving
husband.
Well, maybe I can
dance my way
out of this
doghouse.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe later.
Ooh, or maybe
you can tell me
what's going on
with you.
Come on.
Bonnie died 3 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 real bitch.
I know that it's not
my fault that Bonnie died,
but it is my fault for not
figuring it out sooner.
Elena, you are
allowed to be happy
once in a blue moon.
Besides, Jeremy was
lying to us all summer.
I should've figured
it out, Damon.
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.
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 want
to know who I am?
Did you kill Megan?
Of course not.
Then 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.
Forget about
my questions.
It's Aaron. My name.
I'll see you
around maybe.
Where I come from,
open bar meant
ceramic jugs of
Phoenician wine.
Ok.
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.
Nothing personal, 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.
Come on, cuz.
You, my brother, make
a terrible wingman.
Trust me, last guy
to hit on her
is still paying
for it.
So what, exactly,
are we doing here?
Well...
Hello, me.
So you want
to 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 this severed
the 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
and sift through
her mind,
figure out where she's
hiding the anchor,
and you, all you got
to do is keep him dead.
Isn't Tess gonna be
slightly suspicious
when the man whose brain
she just fried
is all of a sudden
showing 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.
Ah, 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.
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.
You gonna stare
at it all night,
or are you gonna
ask me to dance?
Hey, you want to 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--
What?
I'm just really
glad to be here.
So what brings you
to a college costume ball?
Look at me.
Last time I looked
this good,
I couldn't enjoy it.
Oh, that's right,
the whole
"being stood up
at your wedding" thing.
You shouldn't
know that.
I told you that before I
fried your memories.
Ok. You got me.
I might have asked
around about you.
And I'm paranoid.
That's what I get
for trying to marry
a lying,
manipulative bastard.
Oh, come on.
The guy must've had
some redeeming qualities.
I mean, we know
he was obviously
extremely
good-looking...
Ha ha!
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 2,000 years,
and maybe hating him
is an excuse
to keep him
in your life.
There's a part of you
that still loves him.
Now, I really hope
he thinks that.
I want to see his face
when he realizes
just how wrong he is.
Ok. I got to 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--
Oh, my God, Silas--
Ok.
Now, where's the anchor
to the other side?
I don't know.
I'm looking for it, too.
What do you mean,
you don't know?
You created it.
Yes.
I created it,
but the Travelers
hid it after
they killed me.
They move it
constantly.
So what are you
doing here?
My pendant is in one
of these displays.
It's a magical talisman
that enhances my powers.
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.
Uh!
Ohh...
Uh!
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,
barrel full
of laughs?
He'd know it wasn't
about him.
Oh, who's it about,
Damon, huh,
about you, desperation
to prove to Elena
that you're
a worthy boyfriend?
I'm gonna get her
best friend back, ok?
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 want to 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 have fallen
for that sob story.
I wanted to get
under your skin,
and it worked
because here you are.
Uh!
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,
and 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're my mother.
Uh...
No.
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, ok. 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.
Ha ha!
Major points
for the dance moves,
but zero points
for lying
on my roommate's
death certificate.
Look. I didn't
want to lie,
but I couldn't exactly
tell her parents
a mountain lion attacked
her at a frat party.
I'd be fired.
Huh.
Want to 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?
Doesn't matter
what I know, Elena,
because we're
never gonna see
each other again.
And why is that?
Because there are
people at this school
watching you
and your friends
and 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 know,
you need
to make your own
decisions.
Point is, you're back,
and we're together.
Do you know the reason
we're together?
It's 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 even
given it a chance.
I didn't come here
to give it a chance.
You came here
to say good-bye.
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?
I'm using this pendant
to find something
I'm looking for,
and I found it.
Good.
Uh!
Stefan?
Ah!
You awake?
Stefan?
♪ Stefan?
You alive again?
Huh?
How does it feel,
brother?
Stefan...
Stefan, are you ok?
Uh!
Tessa,
that's Silas.
No.
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...
And 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--
cold, gray, hideous,
you monster.
Ah...
Where do you think
you're going?
What?
Give them. Come on.
I'm fine.
He said,
releasing molecules
of alcohol
on his breath.
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...Now.
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.
Silas?
Damn it.
What the hell
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, right?
Actually, no.
It's a very, very
bad thing.
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.
He dies as a witch,
well, he's stuck
in supernatural
Purgatory.
There's just been 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 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.
Care--
wait.
I've been
thinking about it,
and I've decided that...
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,
Tyler, if you take
one more step,
we are done, ok?
No more
surprises,
no more excuses,
no more chances.
We are done.
So professor blondie
knows about vampires?
He said that if I
don't drop out of school,
the wrong people
are gonna start
asking the right
questions.
Ugh, that's
not good.
What are you
gonna do?
I don't know,
but all I do know
is that finding out
the truth about Megan
isn't gonna
bring Bonnie back.
Yeah. Well, neither
is a desiccated Silas
in our living room.
So 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.
Yep.
What?
Now, who
could that be?
Why, hello.
What's so urgent?
I'm on the run.
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--
ha ha!--
and you two
finally did
something right
for once.
How does it feel?
Thrilling.
Damon, no.
He needs the cure
to become a witch.
Agh! No!
No. No. No, Damon.
No, no, please.
He need all of my blood.
It'll kill me, Damon.
Damon, please,
I don't want to die.
I don't want
to die, Damon.
I don't want to die.
Please.
Good-bye, Katherine.
Aah!
Do you hear that?
Uh...
You've got to be
kidding me.
Takes a licking,
keeps on ticking.
Am I in hell?
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@elder_man
"The Vampire Diaries"...
I'm Elena.
I'm Stefan.
Love brought me to Mystic Falls.
Love drove me away.
I love you, Damon.
Silas.
Hello,
my shadow self.
Ugh!
And even
though we've lost so much...
He's dead, Elena.
Can't believe
she's gone.
Aah!
What are you doing
to my brother?
Stefan.
I have no idea
who you people are.
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
in your system is,
that's step one
to creating
a new vampire.
This is step two.
♪The Vampire Diaries 05x05 ♪
Monster's Ball
Original Air Date on October 31, 2013
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@elder_man
Dr. Maxfield,
please.
Why are you
doing this?
My insides,
they're burning up.
I'm hungry.
Subject 62547.
After his initial
transition, 62547
has undergone 3 day
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
is 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.
Dear diary,
do you ever get sick of me
writing about death?
It's been 4 days
since Bonnie died--
or 4 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 had it easiest.
He doesn't even remember Bonnie,
not that anybody has seen him
except for Caroline,
who's back with Tyler.
Ha ha!
He's been
a healthy distraction for her,
to say the least...
Ha ha ha!
And I've
adopted my own distraction--
Dr. Wes Maxfield.
My roommate was killed
by a vampire.
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.
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.
But in the meantime,
I choose to believe that she's
watching over me
because that's who Bonnie is.
Busted.
Hey.
Hey, miss avoiding me
for 3 days.
Avoiding you? What?
We've been talking.
Texting one time.
"Want to 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 you going?
To class.
I'm late.
Oh, before I forget,
I talked to the registrar,
and your major is--
drum roll--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.
Well, 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.
Well, lucky for you,
I figured out a way
for you to
make up for it.
I thought I did
make up for it
a couple dozen
times.
Ha ha ha!
You are escorting me
to the Whitmore
historical ball.
The what?
It's the one time a year
where they put
their whole collection
on display, and everyone
dresses up as famous
historical figures.
I got Stefan a costume.
Even he's going.
Come on, Tyler.
I mean, 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.
Other do what their
loved ones would've wanted.
Yeah. Well, what Megan
would have wanted
was 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?
Yeah. If you care
about her,
get her sunflowers.
She liked those.
Hey, do you
have a name?
Yeah. I do.
Huh.
Cut to the chase, Silas.
What do you want?
I want Katherine Pierce.
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 really care
about what you need.
I only care about
what I need.
I'm a little selfish
like that.
Then why don't you
mind-control a whole town
of people and find out
where I'm holding her?
Right. You can't.
I'm very well aware
of my current
super power predicament,
thank you very much,
and even though my brain
is on the Fritz,
thanks to an ex-fiancee
stalker witch
who can't seem
to take a hint,
that doesn't mean that
I'm not still brilliant
and crafty and becoming
rapidly well-versed
in the power of cell
phone tracking.
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 my properly.
We'll eat lunch
on the road.
Let's get out of here.
Or just
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.
So, as we know,
in a psychotic lapse
of judgment,
Bonnie brought you
back to life
and died
in the process.
May she rest
in peace.
She's actually
right over there.
Whatever. Look.
The whole point is,
I just happen to know
a supernatural being
who just happens
to want to die,
and in the spirit
of nature needing
balance
and life for a life
and all that stuff,
I just think it would
be a huge waste
of a perfectly
good death.
What are you
talking about?
Something Elena doesn't
need to know about
until it works.
Wait. You want
to work with Silas?
So...
Why did you call me?
Same reason
you answered.
You need help,
and I'm gonna
help you.
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 his
dead girlfriend Amara.
I want to use his death
to bring Bonnie
back to life.
What makes you think
that I need help?
Well, 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,
then he's a witch,
and if he dies
as a witch,
then 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."
Maybe he wants to do more
than just drop the veil
and let
all 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
2,000 years ago,
and it still exists.
That means she must have
bound it to something
that could exist
just 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?
Mm.
Thought you said
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.
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.
Well, 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.
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&A?
Hmm. Ok.
In 1864, 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?
Now 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,
and I did this
because you
killed my mother.
It happened in Paris,
1645.
I go to Paris
for shoes.
The shoes
I remember.
Everything else requires
a few more details.
Her name was
Lily Atoma.
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.
Ugh!
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
too dangerous.
And 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.
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?
Ha ha ha!
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 blood lust drama,
the Damon-Elena drama,
the abuser 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.
Lady Anne Boleyn.
Now, who in
their right mind
would cut off a head
so gorgeous?
Uh, you, my King,
my not-so-loving
husband.
Well, maybe I can
dance my way
out of this
doghouse.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe later.
Ooh, or maybe
you can tell me
what's going on
with you.
Come on.
Bonnie died 3 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 real bitch.
I know that it's not
my fault that Bonnie died,
but it is my fault for not
figuring it out sooner.
Elena, you are
allowed to be happy
once in a blue moon.
Besides, Jeremy was
lying to us all summer.
I should've figured
it out, Damon.
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.
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 want
to know who I am?
Did you kill Megan?
Of course not.
Then 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.
Forget about
my questions.
It's Aaron. My name.
I'll see you
around maybe.
Where I come from,
open bar meant
ceramic jugs of
Phoenician wine.
Ok.
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.
Nothing personal, 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.
Come on, cuz.
You, my brother, make
a terrible wingman.
Trust me, last guy
to hit on her
is still paying
for it.
So what, exactly,
are we doing here?
Well...
Hello, me.
So you want
to 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 this severed
the 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
and sift through
her mind,
figure out where she's
hiding the anchor,
and you, all you got
to do is keep him dead.
Isn't Tess gonna be
slightly suspicious
when the man whose brain
she just fried
is all of a sudden
showing 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.
Ah, 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.
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.
You gonna stare
at it all night,
or are you gonna
ask me to dance?
Hey, you want to 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--
What?
I'm just really
glad to be here.
So what brings you
to a college costume ball?
Look at me.
Last time I looked
this good,
I couldn't enjoy it.
Oh, that's right,
the whole
"being stood up
at your wedding" thing.
You shouldn't
know that.
I told you that before I
fried your memories.
Ok. You got me.
I might have asked
around about you.
And I'm paranoid.
That's what I get
for trying to marry
a lying,
manipulative bastard.
Oh, come on.
The guy must've had
some redeeming qualities.
I mean, we know
he was obviously
extremely
good-looking...
Ha ha!
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 2,000 years,
and maybe hating him
is an excuse
to keep him
in your life.
There's a part of you
that still loves him.
Now, I really hope
he thinks that.
I want to see his face
when he realizes
just how wrong he is.
Ok. I got to 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--
Oh, my God, Silas--
Ok.
Now, where's the anchor
to the other side?
I don't know.
I'm looking for it, too.
What do you mean,
you don't know?
You created it.
Yes.
I created it,
but the Travelers
hid it after
they killed me.
They move it
constantly.
So what are you
doing here?
My pendant is in one
of these displays.
It's a magical talisman
that enhances my powers.
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.
Uh!
Ohh...
Uh!
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,
barrel full
of laughs?
He'd know it wasn't
about him.
Oh, who's it about,
Damon, huh,
about you, desperation
to prove to Elena
that you're
a worthy boyfriend?
I'm gonna get her
best friend back, ok?
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 want to 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 have fallen
for that sob story.
I wanted to get
under your skin,
and it worked
because here you are.
Uh!
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,
and 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're my mother.
Uh...
No.
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, ok. 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.
Ha ha!
Major points
for the dance moves,
but zero points
for lying
on my roommate's
death certificate.
Look. I didn't
want to lie,
but I couldn't exactly
tell her parents
a mountain lion attacked
her at a frat party.
I'd be fired.
Huh.
Want to 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?
Doesn't matter
what I know, Elena,
because we're
never gonna see
each other again.
And why is that?
Because there are
people at this school
watching you
and your friends
and 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 know,
you need
to make your own
decisions.
Point is, you're back,
and we're together.
Do you know the reason
we're together?
It's 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 even
given it a chance.
I didn't come here
to give it a chance.
You came here
to say good-bye.
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?
I'm using this pendant
to find something
I'm looking for,
and I found it.
Good.
Uh!
Stefan?
Ah!
You awake?
Stefan?
♪ Stefan?
You alive again?
Huh?
How does it feel,
brother?
Stefan...
Stefan, are you ok?
Uh!
Tessa,
that's Silas.
No.
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...
And 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--
cold, gray, hideous,
you monster.
Ah...
Where do you think
you're going?
What?
Give them. Come on.
I'm fine.
He said,
releasing molecules
of alcohol
on his breath.
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...Now.
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.
Silas?
Damn it.
What the hell
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, right?
Actually, no.
It's a very, very
bad thing.
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.
He dies as a witch,
well, he's stuck
in supernatural
Purgatory.
There's just been 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 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.
Care--
wait.
I've been
thinking about it,
and I've decided that...
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,
Tyler, if you take
one more step,
we are done, ok?
No more
surprises,
no more excuses,
no more chances.
We are done.
So professor blondie
knows about vampires?
He said that if I
don't drop out of school,
the wrong people
are gonna start
asking the right
questions.
Ugh, that's
not good.
What are you
gonna do?
I don't know,
but all I do know
is that finding out
the truth about Megan
isn't gonna
bring Bonnie back.
Yeah. Well, neither
is a desiccated Silas
in our living room.
So 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.
Yep.
What?
Now, who
could that be?
Why, hello.
What's so urgent?
I'm on the run.
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--
ha ha!--
and you two
finally did
something right
for once.
How does it feel?
Thrilling.
Damon, no.
He needs the cure
to become a witch.
Agh! No!
No. No. No, Damon.
No, no, please.
He need all of my blood.
It'll kill me, Damon.
Damon, please,
I don't want to die.
I don't want
to die, Damon.
I don't want to die.
Please.
Good-bye, Katherine.
Aah!
Do you hear that?
Uh...
You've got to be
kidding me.
Takes a licking,
keeps on ticking.
Am I in hell?
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