TVD 9x16 - What happens in Vegas... (part 1 of part 2) Enjoy!=)
Cut to – a few hours earlier. The Mirage Resort & Casino, three-bedroom villa.
Bonnie opens her eyes, head pounding, confused as to where she is. Unbeknown to her, she is lying on a huge inflatable shaped as, let’s just say a male part, in the middle of their villa’s private pool. She turns her head, to see if she can recognize the place… Bad call, woman overboard.
She quickly rises from below the water and manages to make it to shore. On one of the deck chairs, a familiar face… Bonnie thinks to herself, I must be hallucinating, why is Katherine here? She wasn’t invited. Has to be Elena, but… she’d never wear those tacky shoes… She’ll have to come back to that later. For now, she wants to make sure everyone else survived. She walks inside the villa… it’s apocalypse now.
There’s no way they could have caused so much damage. It was supposed to be a chill girls trip, with some partying, of course, but not to that scale! She hears a sound, sounds as if it comes from the afterlife…Could she be hearing ghosts? Wouldn’t be uncommon to her… but the voice, she knows that voice. She searches, trying to follow the sound, seems like the source is coming from a closet. She opens it… inside, Elena, dressed like a nun, empty bottle of champagne on one hand, a dildo on the other… Maybe, this one is Katherine? Elena wouldn’t be holding that… One thing is for sure, she can now confirm there are two of them there.
BONNIE: Elena?
ELENA: Bonnie… I think I’m dying.
BONNIE: We might actually be dead… otherwise, why would Katherine be here?
ELENA: Katherine?
BONNIE: (As she helps her get out of the closet) I’m pretty sure she’s passed out in the pool patio….
ELENA: (Looking at the aftermath) Holy mother Mary… what the hell happened last night?
BONNIE: I know I’m psychic, but I have no freakin idea.
ELENA: Was I holding, what I think I was holding…?
BONNIE: Yep…
ELENA: (Grabs and shakes her head) I don’t think I want to know why…
BONNIE: … or why you’re dressed like a nun, for that matter. I know I don’t!
ELENA: (Looks at her attire) Oh, god… definitely don’t want to know! Where’s Caroline?
BONNIE: Not sure, let’s check out her room. Hopefully, she’s sleeping like a baby…
ELENA: Somehow, I doubt it...
(They go into the master bedroom to see if Caroline is there. The room is in order, complete opposite of the outside scenario. It seems Caroline is in fact, sleeping in her bed, comfortably covered head to toe).
BONNIE: (Sigh of relief) Ah, thank god! At least one of us had some sense in them… (They approach the bed, just to make sure she’s alright. Bonnie peeks under the covers… Holy shit! (She takes Elena’s hand and immediately teleports out of the room).
ELENA: (Really dizzy from the teleport and the hang-over) Bonnie, you really need to give me a heads up when you do that; especially when I’m in this state! What happened?!
BONNIE: Definitely not Caroline…
ELENA: Who, then?
BONNIE: A cop … all tied up, face cover n’all…
ELENA: What!!! Are you sure?
BONNIE: Pretty sure…
ELENA: Is he… dead?
BONNIE: I think he was breathing, just seemed like he was passed out, but I’m not going back in there to verify.
ELENA: I’ll take a look… I’m sure it can’t be that… (She goes back into the master bedroom, not even a minute in, and she’s back). Well… it’s a cop! But he’s alive, thank god!
BONNIE: Did you see his face?
ELENA: Hell no! Just made sure he wasn’t dead, and got out of there.
BONNIE: (Starts to panic) Oh my god; oh my god, oh my god! We kidnaped a cop!!
ELENA: Maybe it’s a stripper? It’s probably a stripper…
BONNIE: Either way, we kidnapped somebody!
ELENA: Well… at least we didn’t kill them.
BONNIE: No, but we’re kidnappers!!
ELENA: Calm down, Bon. I’m sure there is a logical explanation for all of this…
BONNIE: Elena, I woke up floating on a penis! Katherine is passed out in the patio, wearing nothing but stripper shoes, and I mean, nothing! You are dressed like a nun and had a dildo in your hand! Lexi is hanging-upside down from that chandelier! We kidnapped a cop, or a stripper! And who the hell knows where Caroline and Radka are! Perfectly logical!
ELENA: Wait… Lexi is hanging from where?
BONNIE: Look up, I just spotted her… (Lexi drops to the ground).
LEXI: (Looking utterly confused) Where am I?? Oh no… is this another version of the other side? Not again… Can’t be peace… since you are here (referring to Elena) …
ELENA: (A tad irritated with her constant subtle insults) I’m too hung over to reply with a snap…
(a few seconds later, Katherine walks into the villa, makes her way into the open kitchen…)
KATHERINE: (Looks at them and shakes her head) You call me the crazy bitch? You are all borderline insane!
(As she pours herself some water) Want some?
BONNIE: Uhm… why are you here?
KATHERINE: Duh, you invited me.
BONNIE: No we didn’t.
KATHERINE: Yes you did… and (looks at the mess), if I can find my phone, I can prove it to you.
LEXI: Maybe you should put some clothes on first…
KATHERINE: (Realizes she’s naked but doesn’t really care) Oops…
ELENA: We would never invite you, Katherine. Cut the crap and tell us why you are really here.
KATHERINE: Actually, Elena, you were the one that invited me; so, rude!
ELENA: That’s ridiculous!
KATHERINE: Fine, I’ll show you the proof; my phone has to be around here… somewhere.
BONNIE: Just, please, put something on, for god’s sake!
KATHERINE: Fine, Bonnie! Gees, such prudes! (She finds a robe nearby, puts it on, and looks for her phone. As she looks amongst the debris, she finds another casualty, passed out under a piece of furniture). Well… found Radka! The good news, she is breathing. The bad… ain’t no way she is waking up any time soon… she’s completely out.
ELENA: (To Bonnie on the side) There’s no way I invited her, right?
BONNIE: Before last night, I would’ve said, hellz no! But…
KATHERINE: Well… it’s going to take a bit longer than I thought to find my phone. And, shouldn’t we be focusing on more important issues? Like the fact that the bride is MIA!
LEXI: (To Bonnie and Elena) Hate to admit it, but she’s right.
ELENA: Also…we seemed to have kidnapped a stripper, or a cop…
BONNIE: Okay, okay, I’m sure we can figure this out. We just need to retrace our steps; does anyone remember anything about last night?
ELENA: I remember we had a spa day… then we came back to the villa, got all glitz & glammed, opened a bottle of champagne to kick-off the night. After that, I’m at a blank…
BONNIE: Well, the original plan was supposed to be… a spa day, followed by dinner at Le Cirque, drinks at The Cosmopolitan, closing with, and against our will, that Britney Spears show at Planet Hollywood… But I also checked out after our kick-off cheer...
LEXI: I vaguely remember Le Cirque… something about a clown?
ELENA: (To Katherine) I’m going to play along because we really need to figure out what’s going on… You said I invited you, when was that?
KATHERINE: You sent me a WhatsApp around five, I think…
ELENA: Aha! You are lying! That can’t be true! No way you would have made it here on time!
KATHERINE: You do remember your best friend can teleport, right? Bonnie was the one that got me here.
I must say, I was reluctant at first, but there was no way I was missing the opportunity to mess with Caroline. Anyway, I joined you guys in your little cheer, and then, lights out… That’s the last thing I remember.
BONNIE: … I think she’s right… I’m getting flashbacks of you and Caroline cracking up, the Salvatore house; Katherine complaining she hadn’t had the chance to pack; the cottage; Kai…
LEXI: Yes… I remember Caroline talking about a prank…
ELENA: (To Bonnie) Wait, did you say Kai?
BONNIE: Did I?
LEXI: You did…
BONNIE: I don’t know; I’m all messed up! I’m just saying things as they come. But that’s not important now. So, back on track. I say we first check every single corner of this place; maybe Caroline is here… if not, we’ll check the spa, the pool, the shops, etc…
KATHERINE: Well, if we want to make it back in time for the love fest… which I could care less, we should probably find a faster strategy. Lexi and I can search the larger area, vamp our way through the hotel. And you two (referring to Bonnie and Elena), can look here. (To Bonnie) Unless you can do your witchy woo to find her faster?
BONNIE: My powers are all over the place, don’t want to risk it. So, and I hate to say it, your original plan sounds like a good idea.
KATHERINE: I’m full of good ideas, Bonnie (winks).
BONNIE: (Rolls her eyes) Just meet us back here once you’ve searched the place.
(They search everywhere, Caroline is nowhere to be found. They teamback at the villa)
BONNIE: Any luck?
LEXI: Nop. She isn’t in the hotel, that’s for sure.
ELENA: Well, she isn’t here either.
BONNIE: Great, back to square one…
KATHERINE: (Completely off topic, looking at Elena up and down) I’ll never get tired of saying it, I really am much better looking than you.
ELENA: (Triggered by her comment) Please, you wish. Or did your slut brain forget you lost two men to me? Ouch…
KATHERINE: One, actually. I never loved Damon. But I’ll say this, because you need to hear it. It’s quite sad that your insecurities led you to marry the first man that paid any attention to you, after you lost Damon to Bonnie. Which, and let’s not kid ourselves here, was way before they got together. Anyone with half a brain would know that Damon fell in love with Bonnie in that prison world, he was just afraid to admit it… Ouch!
ELENA: Bitch...
BONNIE: Katherine, shut up, or I swear…
LEXI: Wow, wow, wow, wow… ladies, chill! We are going way off topic, and into dangerous territory….
KATHERINE: Just saying, your wedding ring is tacky.
ELENA: What the hell are you talking about?! What wedding ring??
KATHERINE: You really ain’t that bright, are you? The one on your finger, Einstein.
ELENA: What?! (Looks at her finger, she’s in fact wearing quite a tacky ring. Turns to Bonnie) No…. Please tell me I didn’t….
(she takes the ring off, it’s engraved, the inscription reads: No matter how forbidden, our love will last forever. Sister Mary Chapel.
Looks nauseous) I think I’m going to throw up (runs into the nearest bathroom).
BONNIE: (To Katherine) I know you are soulless… but why would you say that to her?
KATHERINE: Because it’s true, Bonnie! You people really need to learn to be more honest with each other.
BONNIE: You’re gonna talk about honesty, really?
KATHERINE: When it comes to the people I care about; I couldn’t be more honest… Anyway, I do believe we have a lead… Guessing that place can give us some insight about last night. So, let’s wait for Sister Mary Elena to get it out of her system, and go to church, god knows you all need it. I’m gonna go change, and I figure my Doppelgänger should do the same. And you (to Bonnie), should probably put on some dry clothes.
(They slip into something more decent, and off they go).
They take an uber to the place; it is definitely not what they were expecting. Not your typical Vegas wedding chapel; on the the contrary, it’s quite sober and elegant.
They go inside, it’s empty…
They walk around to see if they can find someone, or any indication that they were there last night. Just as they are about to give up, Katherine spots something strange inside one of the confessionals.
KATHERINE: Ladies, I think I found something… (they go check it out). Isn’t this (shows them a bracelet) Barbies?
BONNIE: (Takes it) Yes, this is Caroline’s. So… we were here… Why would we come to a church?
LEXI: (Teasing) Maybe we were feeling regretful, wanted to confess our sins.
KATHERINE: What the hell… (she sees a very strange lever, definitely not fitting with the decor; she decides to pull it… the confessional door closes, and descends into the unknown…)
LEXI: Uhm… might still be really hung-over, but are we going down?
BONNIE: We sure are… down a rabbit hole…
ELENA: I have a real bad feeling about this…
KATHERINE: Come on, have some sense of adventure, might be fun!
ELENA: God, I swear I’m going to kill you.
KATHERINE: (Sarcastic) You wouldn’t dare take a life in the house of the lord, would you? I don’t think he would approve, Sister Mary Elena.
ELENA: Well, you’re already dead, so… (just as they’re about to go at it again, the door opens…) Holy mother Mary…
TVD 9x16 (part 2 of part 2) coming next. Hope you stop by, read and enjoy! =)
Cut to – The Salvatore mansion cottage. Damon and Bonnie are showing Kai around; helping him settle in.
DAMON: Okay, it shouldn’t be hard to manage. Stay put, tune down the crazy, and don’t kill anyone. Think you can handle that?
KAI: The only thing I’ll have any trouble handling, is seeing your face on a daily basis. You have a rat face!
DAMON: Aw, ouchy! What are we, five?
KAI: Right back at you.
DAMON: Uhm, okay then…
BONNIE: Guys, it’s Thanksgiving, try to play nice.
KAI: He started it!
DAMON: Anyway, unlike you, we actually have plans. Don’t worry, we packed the fridge with blood bags and microwave dinners; sure you’ll find something that resembles turkey. Plus (points to a karaoke machine and a jukebox), you have plenty to keep you entertained; and (mocking) Miss Cuddlestein for company, so, looks like you’re set.
BONNIE: (Feeling bad for leaving him to have dinner on his own) Wait… (To Damon, telepathically) we can’t leave him alone, it’s Thanksgiving, it ain’t right.
DAMON: Bon, Care will kill you.
BONNIE: Doesn’t hurt to ask… (grabs her phone, sends a text. Keeps tele conversing with Damon as she waits for a reply).
DAMON: What about the others? They might not be ready for a Kai reunion just yet. Thought we were gonna ease them into it…
BONNIE: I know, but sometimes it’s better to rip off the band-aid; get it over with.
DAMON: Guess now is as good a time as any…
BONNIE: (Gets a reply) Care says it’s a go, as long as we keep him in line.
DAMON: I have a feeling this is going to be a long night…
KAI: (Looking at them with confusion, waves his hands in front of their faces; talks with a robot voice) Ground control to Bonnie and Damon … What the heck is up with you two?!
BONNIE: Sorry, we needed a little one on one.
KAI: Ooh, you two can do that?! Can you try with me, Bon, pretty please?!
BONNIE: Hellz no! One step at a time. For now, what are you waiting for? Go get ready…
KAI: Are you serious?!
BONNIE: You heard me, so go. Care will definitely kill me if you show up wearing that.
KAI: (Overjoyed) You don’t have to tell me twice! (rushes to his room to change).
BONNIE: Have I completely lost my mind?
DAMON: Oh, Bon-Bon, hate to break it to you, but you lost it the minute you let this (referring to himself) slice of crazy into your life.
BONNIE: Well, then it’s been worth it (smirks and kisses him. Kai runs out of his room, changed, and excited). That was fast!
DAMON: (Mocking) I’m sure you hear that all the time.
KAI: Ha, ha, funny, Damon. Anyway, I may not have my powers, but I still have some tricks up my sleeve (gives Damon a sarcastic wink). So (turns to Bonnie), how do I look?
BONNIE: That’ll do; let’s go.
KAI: Uhm, excuse me?! That’ll do? It’s okay, Bonster, you can say it, I look hot!
BONNIE: (Smirks, teasing) Not bad, but I’ve seen better (Damon wiggles his eyebrows and points to himself). Okay, let’s go; Care is starting to bombard me with “where you at” texts.
Cut to – Fell’s church tombs. Veritas and Lucinda are getting ready to head out for their mystery Thanksgiving party.
VERITAS: (As Lucinda looks at herself in the mirror, he holds her from behind, caresses her hair, and kisses her cheek) You look like a goddess, my love. We might not be in Paris, but I promise you this night will be unforgettable.
LUCINDA: I trust it will be. How much longer will we be staying here?
VERITAS: Not much, my mission is almost complete.
LUCINDA: Good. Small towns are not a fit for me.
VERITAS: They have their charm.
LUCINDA: Not this one… (Turns around, looks into his eyes) Be true with me; does this have something to do with her?
VERITAS: In a way, but it’s not what you think.
LUCINDA: Do you still love her?
VERITAS: Of course I do. I always will, she is my wife.
LUCINDA: But you have been apart for decades; she is your wife only by contract.
VERITAS: Nevertheless, a vow is a vow.
LUCINDA: Where does that leave me?
VERITAS: Exactly where you are; here with me. Is that not enough?
LUCINDA: It is… as long as you promise me this is forever…
VERITAS: Till eternity (kisses her). We must head out now, we are running late, and our host has a low tolerance for tardiness.
Cut to – Munich, Germany. Thanksgiving dinner party at Pietro’s mansion. Pietro and Sage have sneaked off to his study for some alone time. After a passionate quickie, they have a drink and chat.
PIETRO: (Hands her a glass of bourbon, looks at her in amazement) What are you?
SAGE: (Laughs) What kind of question is that?!
PIETRO: I’ve lived for hundreds of years, have had plenty of encounters, there is no way you are human…
SAGE: I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted.
PIETRO: It’s definitely not an insult… (kisses her). Listen, I have a proposal for you…
SAGE: (Teasing) Slow down there, I’m not that good (winks).
PIETRO: (Smirks) Oh, trust me, you are. But it’s not that kind of proposal, more like a business one.
SAGE: I’m all about business, what’s on your mind.
PIETRO: How would you like to be the medical head of a groundbreaking, and I’m talking life changing, secret project?
SAGE: Well, I can’t say yes or no, if you don’t tell me what the “secret” project is…
PIETRO: There are too many protocols involved with disclosing that, and if you are on board, we will eventually get there. But for now, I just need to know if it might be something you would be interested in. If it helps to persuade you, I’ll tell you that you would be a key player in bringing forward a new world order of prosperity.
SAGE: That sounds ambitious, bordering on pretentious… I’m in!
PIETRO: I knew you were the right person to ask… Now, how about another go at it before we rejoin the party. (He grabs her, sits her on his desk, and there they go again…)
Cut to – The underground facility; a luxury ballroom. The place, amongst so many high-tech areas, seems as if it has been stopped in time. An uncanny mix of people, all strange in both attire and manner, begin to arrive. Augustus, the party host, is greeting them. A beautiful woman, holding a child’s hand, approaches him.
AUGUSTUS: Hello, darling (kisses her). You look breathtaking.
TAMARA: Thank you, love.
AUGUSTUS: (Pads the kid’s head) Hey, buddy!
LITTLE EDWARD: Hello, daddy.
AUGUSTUS: Come, our table is over here (walks them to the table, asks a “waiter” to open a bottle of champagne to serve Tamara). You guys settle in, let me greet the rest of the guests, I’ll be back to join you soon.
TAMARA: Guess what, moy malen'kiy geroy, mommy made her famous apple pie!
LITTLE EDWARD: Yummy! My favorite.
TAMARA: I know (sweet smile). Oh, and don’t worry, no live turkey this year, pinky swear. Miss Feathers is already a hand full (they laugh).
Cut to – The Powell mansion. Anthony and the Madame are having an early Thanksgiving dinner.
ANTHONY: I’m glad Mr. Powell decided to attend the Salvatore party, he needs new friends.
THE MADAME: He needs friends, period.
ANTHONY: Now more than ever. He might say he is fine, but we both know that isn’t true. Something happened when he was away, I can see it in his eyes.
THE MADAME: Me too… But he is resilient, I’m positive he will snap out of it, sooner or later.
ANTHONY: I truly hope it’s sooner rather than later; it hurts me to see him struggle.
THE MADAME: I know, but trust that he will be fine, as long as we are with him.
ANTHONY: Always… On another subject; Madame, I don’t want to intrude in your matters, but that visitor you received the other night left me warry, and concerned for you…
THE MADAME: Always so perceptive, nothing gets passed you. I thank you for caring.
ANTHONY: Of course I care, Madame, you are family.
THE MADAME: (Can’t hold it back any longer, breaks down) Oh, Anthony, I have made so many horrible mistakes over my lifetime…
ANTHONY: We all have, but that doesn’t define us.
THE MADAME: But it does… our mistakes are what reflect who we really are.
ANTHONY: You don’t really believe that, do you?
THE MADAME: I believe there is a thin line, and once you cross it, there is no turning back. I’m going to tell you something, but I need you to promise me you won’t say a word, especially to Edward; I don’t want him involved in this.
ANTHONY: You have my word, Madame.
THE MADAME: That man that came to visit me, his name is Veritas, my estranged husband. He is the one that turned me into a vampire, my sire. He created a side of me that I buried a long time ago, along with him; or so I thought…
ANTHONY: The minute I opened the door, I could sense something very wrong about him.
THE MADAME: It goes way beyond wrong, dear. He is evil incarnate, sadistic and depraved.
ANTHONY: Why has he come seeking for you?
THE MADAME: To be honest, I don’t know, and that absolutely terrifies me. He told me he was passing through, and just wanted to stop by to say hello. But I know him well, and saying hello is the last thing on his mind. Wherever he goes, chaos, death and destruction, soon follow…
ANTHONY: I will double security immediately, and make sure he never steps foot in this house again.
THE MADAME: It’s not that simple. If Veritas wants something, there is no stopping him.
ANTHONY: So, what do you suggest we do?
THE MADAME: Pray that he gets what he’s come here for, without collateral damage, and moves on.
ANTHONY: Do you think he will return to see you?
THE MADAME: It didn’t seem like it was his intent, but as I said, you never truly know with him.
ANTHONY: Nevertheless, I will place more security on the estate, make sure everyone is on guard. And, I know you don’t want Mr. Powell involved, but I think you should warn him, just in case our prayers aren’t heard.
THE MADAME: You are right, Anthony, as usual. I will talk to him tomorrow. (Looking sad) I was really hoping he would never find out about that part of my life…
ANTHONY: Madame, Mr. Powell loves you. He knows who you truly are. No matter what you have done in the past, he will keep loving you in spite of.
THE MADAME: (Sighs) I can only hope…
ANTHONY: No need for hope, Madame, that is a fact.
THE MADAME: Anthony, what would we ever do without you? You are the soul of this uncanny family of ours, never forget that.
ANTHONY: And I am forever grateful to be a part of it. (Puts his champagne glass up for a cheer) Happy Thanksgiving, Madame.
THE MADAME: Happy Thanksgiving, Anthony.
Cut to – the Salvatore mansion. Stefan, Caroline, Margo, Sergei, Iker, Katherine, Edward, Matt, Khuyana, Tyler and Lexi are having some drinks in the living room, waiting for the rest to arrive. Bonnie, Damon, and Kai, walk inside.
KAI: (Socially awkward and enthusiastic) Hey everyone, miss me?
DAMON: (Looks at him with a “uhm, no” face, given the resemblance of his greeting to the massacre wedding one). Really?
KAI: What?
DAMON: Just try to act like a normal person, at least through dinner.
KAI: Pot calling the kettle.
DAMON: That literally makes no sense... (To himself) I knew this was a terrible idea!
KAI: Well, who cares what you think, Bon-Bon invited me, so deal with it.
DAMON: Oh god, this is definitely going to be a long night (walks away, goes to greet everyone, and grab some drinks at the bar).
BONNIE: (Addressing the elephant in the room) Hi everyone, I know this might be awkward, and I’m to blame for that. Please bear with me, I assure you he’s harmless. And, if he gets on your nerves, just pretend he’s a funny looking alien wearing a tutu, trust me, it does the trick. Okay, now that that’s out of the way… (Damon hands her a drink) Happy Friendsgiving!
ABBY: (Who has just walked in with Klaus and Danae) I’ll cheer to that…
BONNIE: (Turns around) Mom...? What are you doing here?
KLAUS: She’s my plus one, love.
ABBY: Hello, Bonnie…
BONNIE: What the hell is going on?
DANAE: (Feeling the awkwardness of the moment) I’m going straight for the bar.
KLAUS: I’m coming with.
BONNIE: What is this, mom? You disappear, yet again, for years; and then you show up here, like it’s nothing… And, what are you doing with Klaus?! You know what, I don’t even wanna know, just stay away from me and we’ll be fine.
ABBY: Bonnie, please, I…
BONNIE: I said, I don’t want to hear it.
(She walks away, goes into the kitchen. Caroline and Damon follow her).
KATHERINE: (Entertained by the messiness of the situation) This is gonna be a fun night!
STEFAN: (Gives her a look) Katherine…
KATHERINE: Oh, come on, Stefan; have a little sense of humor! Kai, Bonnie’s mom, Klaus, me… this party is a recipe for disaster, you know it.
STEFAN: Well, when you’re right, you’re right. I say, let’s get drunk and ride it along.
KATHERINE: I love the way you think. Bourbon or tequila?
STEFAN: I think it’s a tequila kinda night.
KATHERINE: On it (goes to the bar, Kai is serving himself a drink). Malachai Parker, can’t believe they really let you out! I know Bonnie is bad-shit crazy, but I never expected this…
KAI: Katherine, the baddest bitch of all… So, where’s the man suit? I think I liked you better in that, and with some duct tape on your mouth… you talk too much.
KATHERINE: Listen, you might have everyone else fooled with this new persona of yours, but I know you Kai, the real you; so I’ll be watching you closely…
KAI: Ooh, kinky, Kitty Kat, but I’m not into that anymore. Our little hell “thingy” was just a temporary slip. You really need to get over it.
KATHERINE: (Sarcastic laugh) Oh, please, Mr. Minuteman, you wish, … Anyway, let’s try to keep things civil, just know I have my eye on you.
KAI: Well, take a picture and it will last longer.
KATHERINE: Really? That’s your come back?! Maybe you really are harmless…
KAI: Don’t hold your breath on that.
KATHERINE: Aw, just keeps getting worse (walks away).
Cut to – The Salvatore kitchen.
BONNIE: The balls on that woman, can you believe her?!
CAROLINE: Bonnie, I’m so sorry, I had no idea Klaus would be bringing her. I didn’t even know they were friends.
BONNIE: Knowing my mother, they’re much more than “friends”.
DAMON: Abby and Klaus? Makes no sense!
BONNIE: Nothing about Abby makes sense.
CAROLINE: I’m more than happy to ask them to leave.
BONNIE: No, it’s okay, Care, I’m not gonna let it affect me. Just had to vent for a bit, but I’m fine. She’s not ruining our Friendsgiving.
DAMON: Are you sure, Bon?! I can literally throw them out…
BONNIE: I’m sure. How much crazier can it get? I say, let’s get drunk and just ride it along. It might actually be kinda fun.
DAMON: I’m in!
CAROLINE: Oh, me too! Right after I serve dinner, of course… Nah, who am I kidding?! I’m already a little drunk… So, brace yourselves, control freak Caroline is off! (Serves them a shot of tequila) To an insane and careless Friendsgiving dinner! (They chug the shot).
BONNIE: Care, but you worked your ass off cooking all day, we at least have to make it through dinner with some sort of decency…
CAROLINE: Not exactly. I mean, we did work all day on it, but we got “distracted” at some point, and it all went downhill from there…
BONNIE: So, where did all this food come from?
CAROLINE: Uber eats… (they laugh). Oh, god, the Mayor… this is so embarrassing! I promised him a five-star menu!
BONNIE: Edward is cool, he won’t mind. If anything, I think he’ll appreciate a little recklessness.
DAMON: With the amount of pressure on that man’s back, I’m sure he will.
CAROLINE: Well, what’s important is that we are all together (Stefan walks in).
STEFAN: Guys, things are getting really awkward out there… I need some back-up.
CAROLINE: (Serves him a shot) We’ve decided to let go, and just enjoy! Whatever happens, happens!
STEFAN: Oh, I’m already three, more like four, steps ahead of you ...
(Suddenly, they hear Kai’s voice on a mic… “Happy Friendsgiving everyone! This is a little thank you wink for my long-lost friends”. He starts singing Alanis Morissette’s - Thank U)
DAMON: Oh, this just keeps getting better and better… (Caroline serves them another shot, they chug it, laugh, and rejoin the group)
CAROLINE: (Takes the mic from Kai to .an announcement) Okay everyone, we are going to change this year’s dynamic, drastically. Dinner is officially a self-serve, whatever you want, whenever you want, banquet in the kitchen, so help yourselves. Entertainment station has already been set by my… whatever he is. And, well, you already know where the bar is. Happy Friendsgiving everyone!
Cut to – Munich, Germany. Thanksgiving dinner party at Pietro’s mansion. Sam and Elena are dancing.
SAM: Seemed like your friends were having a lot of fun. Was it just me, or were they really drunk?
ELENA: Oh, they totally were, I know my people. Usually we wait till after dinner, guess they got a head start this year (They laugh).
SAM: They’re so funny; love them. I’m glad you got to talk to them, I know you really miss them; and from what I saw, they are really missing you too.
ELENA: (Excited) Well, I’ll see them very soon for Care’s wedding, thanks to you. I can’t wait!
SAM: I can only imagine. And she has no idea you’re going?
ELENA: Absolutely clueless, Bonnie set the whole thing up so we could surprise her at her bachelorette.
SAM: I’m sure that will be the best gift you can ever give her. I’m really sorry I can’t come with; but we need to save money, and travels for two just goes up way too high.
ELENA: I totally understand; the fact that you surprised me with the plane ticket was more than I could ever ask for. Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me (kisses him).
SAM: No thanks required; nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy. And trust me, I twirled around with the idea of asking my family for money so we could both go; but that would destroy my point of being able to make it on my own, without their trust fund.
ELENA: I know, and I admire you so much for that.
SAM: We still need to figure out your lodging. Are you staying at the mansion?
ELENA: Oh no, that would be way too weird. I’ll ask Matt if I can stay with him.
SAM: Great; well let me know what he says, and if not, I’ll arrange a hotel.
ELENA: You’ve already done more than enough; don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. Again, thank you; you are the best; I love you.
SAM: I love you too (kisses her, they continue to dance).
Cut to - The Salvatore living room. Stefan is pouring himself a drink, Kai joins him.
KAI: Estefan, long time no see. How you been, buddy?!
STEFAN: Seriously?! You really are as crazy as they come.
KAI: Oh, come on, don’t be that way. I’m just trying to make friendly conversation; give me a chance…
STEFAN: Well, I’m no angel, so I’m not the one to judge. Tell you what, I’ll give it a try, but meet me have way, and try not to act so creepy.
KAI: Deal! So, I heard you died a few years back; man, being dead sucks, am I right?!
STEFAN: It sure does.
KAI: Hey, look on the bright side, at least you weren’t stuck in hell. That place made the prison world seem like a day-spa!
STEFAN: I can imagine… (awkward silence) Well, this got awkward real fast… You can’t say I didn’t try.
KAI: Baby steps. For now, (holds his glass up) to new beginnings!
STEFAN: Ah, what the hell, I’ll drink to that.
Cut to – Damon and Iker hanging out in the backyard patio.
IKER: Man, this is the weirdest Thanksgiving I’ve ever been at; but the best one, no doubt! Thanks for inviting me, bro.
DAMON: Of course, you are one of us now! Told you, you’re in for a crazy ride.
IKER: And I’m lovin every minute of it!
DAMON: It’s hard not to. No matter how insane it gets, it’s totally worth it.
IKER: So, from what I saw, seems like your mother-in-law is a hand full.
DAMON: Oh, man, you don’t even know the half of it.
IKER: Take it Bonnie and her mom aren’t on good terms?
DAMON: Well, let’s just say Bonnie’s mom ain’t winning an award for mother of the year. She left her when she was a kid, and when they finally reunited, she left again; then again, then again…
IKER: I can relate.
DAMON: I hear you, brother. Although, I have to admit, out of all the times she fled, one was probably my fault. I was the one that turned her into a vampire.
IKER: TF! Are you kidding me? (Cant help but laugh at the irony)
DAMON: Nop. Figure that’s one of the main reasons she hates my guts. But, ironically, she actually loves being a vampire. In a weird way, I think I did her a favor.
IKER: Doubt she sees it that way.
DAMON: Oh, she definitely doesn’t.
IKER: And how is Bonnie holding up, with her mom showing up like that…
DAMON: Not great, that’s for sure; but she won’t admit it. I’m hoping she’ll hear her out though. Not for her mom, but for herself.
IKER: Have you talked to her about it?
DAMON: Not yet, I’m waiting for the tequila to do its magic. Bonnie has a very high tolerance for alcohol.
IKER: She truly is the perfect match for you.
DAMON: No doubt. (Abby approaches them).
ABBY: Sorry to interrupt. Damon, can I talk to you for a minute?
IKER: I’ll leave you two alone. (To Damon) I’mma get me another drink, see you inside (he leaves).
DAMON: I’m not the one you should be wanting to talk to…
ABBY: I know, and if Bonnie would let me near her, I would definitely not be looking to talk to you.
DAMON: Not the best conversation starter.
ABBY: Sorry, it’s just that this is not going how I expected, at all…
DAMON: All due respect, but what did you expect?
ABBY: Well, I knew she’d be upset at first, but thought that maybe, after a drink or two, she’d finally budge.
DAMON: Budge? Seriously? Do you have any idea what Bonnie has been through the last few years?
ABBY: I know…
DAMON: No, you don’t. So, don’t show up here pretending like you do.
ABBY: Damon, please, give me a chance to explain.
DAMON: You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m not the one you hurt.
ABBY: I had no choice…
DAMON: There’s always a choice, but, again, preaching to the wrong choir. Listen, if you want my advice, all I can tell you is this; if you really care, show her how much you love her, not how much you are sorry… Maybe that’s a good place to start. Anyway, I’m going back inside; think about what I said (walks away).
ABBY: Damon… (he turns around). Thank you for taking care of her… (he nods, then keeps walking).
Cut to – The Salvatore kitchen, Edward is finishing his self-served dinner plate.
CAROLINE: I’m so sorry for the mess, Mayor. I know this was not what you were expecting.
EDWARD: Please, Caroline, call me Edward. And, this is absolutely perfect, just what I needed. Thank you for having me.
CAROLINE: Any time!
EDWARD: And, it’s not that I am not enjoying myself, but I will be needing to leave soon. I have a midnight mass to attend to.
CAROLINE: I thought they only held midnight mass on New Year’s…
EDWARD: They do, this is more like a personal favor. Thanksgiving was my mother’s favorite holiday. After she passed, I made it a tradition to hold a mass in her honor.
CAROLINE: That’s beautiful. I didn’t know you were a religious man.
EDWARD: Well, not really, more like a WASP (he smirks; takes his plate to the sink).
CAROLINE: Oh, please, just leave it. We’ll deal with the mess later.
EDWARD: Are you sure? I can clean a plate…
CAROLINE: I’m sure, thank you.
EDWARD: Okay, well, I’m going to join Matt for a bit, before I head out. Thank you again, this really has been lovely (walks out, as Kai makes his way in. He sneaks behind Caroline as she is clearing Edward’s plate).
KAI: (Teasing) Hello, Clarice…
CAROLINE: (Jumps in a scare) Holy shit, Kai, you scared the hell out of me! And, uhm, hello, Clarice?! No, no, no, not funny! What’s wrong with you!?
KAI: Oh, come on, it’s a little funny. But, joking aside, I want to apologize for everything I put you, Alaric, and the girls through. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.
CAROLINE: There is no way you can ever make up for what you did. Just hope that maybe, someday, we will be able to be in the same room as you, without wanting to drive a butcher knife through your heart.
KAI: And I will be forever grateful if that moment ever comes… For now, just know that I am truly remorseful, and that I will fight like hell to prove it to you.
CAROLINE: Well, it doesn’t hurt to try…
KAI: Baby steps…. Anyway, just wanted you to hear that. Want some help cleaning the plates?
CAROLINE: No, it’s fine, I’m not even going to attempt it. (Points to the food) Help yourself (she leaves, soon after Bonnie walks in).
KAI: Hey, Bonster, want some turkey?
BONNIE: I’m good, thanks.
KAI: How you holding up?
BONNIE: I should be the one asking you that.
KAI: My mother wasn’t the one to show up out of the blue, thank god.
BONNIE: Oh, that… I’m cool.
KAI: I don’t think you are.
BONNIE: Kai, it’s one thing to try to give you an opportunity, it’s a whole other ballgame to talk to you about my personal life.
KAI: I understand, just know that I’m here for you.
BONNIE: Thank you…
KAI: What about some apple pie?!
BONNIE: Ah, what the heck, why not. (He serves her a slice; she takes a bite) Mm, it’s good…
KAI: (takes a bite and almost immediately spits it out) Yeah, if you have horrible taste! Which, judging from Damon and this pie, you obviously do.
BONNIE: (Can’t help but laugh a bit) Shut up.
KAI: (Smirks) Just saying, there’s a pattern there…
Cut to – the backyard patio. Abby is lying on the grass looking at the stars; Klaus joins her.
KLAUS: Magnificent, isn’t it?
ABBY: It sure is… Reminds me of her; so beautiful.
KLAUS: We knew it wasn’t going to be simple.
ABBY: She can’t even stand being in the same room as me, how am I supposed to get her to talk to me.
KLAUS: A couple of things come to mind, but that would be unethical, to say the least. Don’t give up, love; it’s like that Laya song you like to play, if at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again…
ABBY: (Laughs) It’s Aaliyah; but you have a point. Giving up way too fast has always been my worse flaw.
KLAUS: Our flaws are what make us interesting. And, although we might not be able to change who we are, we can try to do right by the people we love. But these things take time… and I know how important this is for you. If it is what you want, we can move back here for a while, or for however long it takes…
ABBY: You would do that? You love New Orleans…
KLAUS: Not as much as I love you (kisses her).
ABBY: Thank you for being here for me, for understanding.
KLAUS: Love, you have shown me a side of myself I never knew I could possibly be. I am with you, Abby Bennett, through thick and thin.
ABBY: As am I, Klaus Mikaelson (they kiss). Not to cut this moment short, but I think we should head out now.
KLAUS: Do you want to go inside, say thank you and goodbye?
ABBY: I think I’ve caused enough distress for one night. Let’s leave the thank yous’ and goodbyes’ for a better time.
KLAUS: Well, we can always send them a thank you card tomorrow.
ABBY: I don’t think people do that anymore, but we are not normal people, so, a thank you card it is. Okay, let’s go then, we got some packing to do.
Cut to – the Salvatore living room. Matt, Khuyana, Edward, Danae, Margo and Sergei have called it a night. Damon, Bonnie and Iker are giving it their best shot at the karaoke machine. Caroline, Stefan, Tyler and Lexi are talking and having some good laughs. Kai and Katherine are having a drinking competition.
TYLER: Gotta say, this night, as crazy as it has been, turned out to be the best Friendsgiving ever.
LEXI: I second that! Totally unconventional, you two really pulled it off.
CAROLINE: Oh, I stopped trying the second our bird came out looking like a desiccated tomb stone.
STEFAN: I threw the towel once Kai took ownership of the mic (they laugh).
TYLER: Who would have ever thought we would be hanging out with these people?
STEFAN: Who would have ever thought us three would come back to life…
CAROLINE: Well, that’s Mystic Falls in a nutshell, beats the shit out of Wonderland.
LEXI: Except, the creatures seem to be cuter down the rabbit whole.
CAROLINE: Don’t know about that, but they definitely make more sense than we do… (They continue to laugh).
BONNIE: My turn to choose the song, let’s see what’s on the menu…. Ooh, perfect! Ready?! (Smirks, and plays Will Smith’s Men in Black. As soon as the song comes on, Kai vamp speeds to join them. Not even a minute later, the rest are dancing along. They nail the choreography; Kai hitting the high notes in full queen Whitney mode).
The gang continues to have a weirdly fun, and happy Friendsgiving time.
Cut to – the underground facility, luxury ballroom.
AUGUSTUS: Ah, the infamous Veritas Dracul. I have been expecting you, since an hour ago. You are late.
VERITAS: Do pardon our tardiness, we had some matters to attend.
AUGUSTUS: Lucinda, I take it? (Kisses her hand) Lovely to finally meet you.
LUCINDA: Lovely to meet you two… I’m sorry, but who are you?
AUGUSTUS: (Smirks) An old friend of Veritas. I take it he never mentioned me. I’m hurt.
VERITAS: Nothing personal, my friend. I just find it exhausting trying to explain the complexity of our relationship. But now that you have been introduced; let us move along. I have something for you (hands him a black box); a gift from our dear friend, Pietro.
AUGUSTUS: (Grins) I’m sure I’ll love it. And, as promised, I have something for you too… (hands him a cleric box). Straight from the Fell’s church altar. Trust me, that was not easy to get. You owe me one.
VERITAS: I reckon it wasn’t, but I knew you would deliver. So, I made good on my promise as well… (someone walks in).
DARIUS: Hello, old friends…
TVD 9x15 - Revenge is a dish best served cold; coming next! Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =) Sorry I took so long to post this one.
TVD 9x15 - Dream a little dream... (Part 1) Enjoy! =)
Cut to – the secret facility, around 3am. All the guests from the Thanksgiving dinner party have left. Augustus and Darius are having a little one on one before heading to bed.
AUGUSTUS: So, how does it feel to be back from La-la land? You really had us worried for a while. Thought you were a goner.
DARIUS: How long was I out for?
AUGUSTUS: Almost a month… You’re lucky Veritas was able to use his psychic juju to break the illusion. I was about to give up.
DARIUS: Given our history, I’m surprised you even tried.
AUGUSTUS: Well, bygones. And, Pietro can be very persuasive, he insisted we get you back.
DARIUS: I’ll have to thank him for that. Listen, I know we don’t always see eye to eye, and I know I made some mistakes, but we need to find a way to get over our differences, and see this through to the end.
AUGUSTUS: I agree. That’s the only reason I accepted to do this. Also, I have to admit, you do have some irreplaceable talents.
DARIUS: As do you, from what I’ve been seeing… I could have sworn I saw Tamara at the dinner party. What are you, making clones now?
AUGUSTUS: (Smirks) Oh no, clones are of no real use. And, unlike you, I don’t like to tamper with nature. What you saw was technology at its best.
DARIUS: So, like robots, basically?
AUGUSTUS: Not exactly; more like artificial intelligence. Specifically, it’s called ASI, an artificial intelligence superior to human intelligence or ability. The superhuman, as we like to call it in the geek community.
DARIUS: And they call me the crazy one.
AUGUSTUS: Don’t confuse using technology in our advantage with a god complex, and a bad case of fatal attraction. You really lost it, Darius; almost sabotaged the order’s plan to cater to your fantasies. We can’t have that happen again, so, I hope you understand, some adjustments had to be made.
DARIUS: What are you talking about?
AUGUSTUS: Let’s just say, you didn’t get that scar on your head by accident…
DARIUS: What did you do to me?
AUGUSTUS: Don’t worry, nothing drastic. All I did was install a type of control button, to put it in a way. Just to make sure you don’t go rogue on us again. Can’t blame us for including an insurance policy after the mess you made. (Yawns) Well, I think it’s time I call it a night.
DARIUS: Question, did that “tweak” of yours involve some sort of weird programming with the movie Sunset Boulevard?
AUGUSTUS: The fifties noir film?
DARIUS: Yes.
AUGUSTUS: Well, I am a big fan, but no; that’s all you, pal. Anyway, I need my rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.
DARIUS: Sweet dreams…
AUGUSTUS: (Somewhat confused) Uhm… okay. Make sure you get some sleep (he leaves).
DARIUS: I will, eventually… (Darius dozes off in a daydream sort of state; the song Wicked Game by Hula-Hifi, lingering in his mind).
Cut to – The Salvatore mansion. Damon and Bonnie’s room, around 3 am. Damon wakes up suddenly, sweating and breathing heavily. He turns to Bonnie, she’s not in the bed. He gets up, knocks on the bathroom door, no answer. He opens the door, she’s not inside. Vamps downstairs, finds her watching T.V in the family room.
DAMON: Hey, Bon-Bon; what are you doing?
BONNIE: Couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you, so…
DAMON: (Peeks to see what she is watching) Sunset Boulevard, love this movie.
BONNIE: Come, join me.
DAMON: (Vamps speeds to cuddle with her) You okay?
BONNIE: Fine, just a bad case of insomnia.
DAMON: Want some popcorn?
BONNIE: Is the answer ever no when it comes to that question?
DAMON: (Smirks, gets up) One order of large popcorn coming right up (gives her a peck on the lips, and vamps to the kitchen. Bonnie continues to watch the movie; at some point she begins to feel sleepy and dazed, almost immediately, she falls into a deep sleep).
Cut to – 1950, Hollywood, California. The cast and crew, of what promises to be the next Oscar winning film, are getting ready for another day of shooting on set. The lead actress, a true Hollywood diva, is in her dressing room rehearsing some lines. The lead actor walks in the room, hands her a cup of coffee.
KAT: Every day I tell you I hate that…
IAN: And every day I do it anyway.
KAT: Can you just get out, before I have security take you out.
IAN: Is that any way to treat your co-star?
KAT: The only reason you got this job is because your daddy is the head of the studio, you are a horrible actor.
IAN: Kitty Kat, that hurts my feelings. Not everyone can sleep their way to the top, if you know what I mean… Shall we do the count? Joseph, Chris, Michael… Oh, and let’s not forget your recent one, my lovely brother, Paul… I told you, everyone knows about you two, or almost everyone… Aw, poor Candice! Anyway, you can drop the act now.
KAT: And, I told you, who I choose or don’t choose to sleep with, is none of your business, or hers. So, butt out.
IAN: You know, you are quite cute when you get mad (smirks).
KAT: I actually look cuter when I’m kicking someone’s ass; want to see?
IAN: (Wiggles is eyebrows) Ooh, you are on fire today!
Keep it up, maybe you will finally nail at least one scene. (The film director walks in).
MATT: You two are up. And please, stop with the bickering, it’s getting very annoying. Be professional for Christ’s sake! Come on, chop, chop! You are on in five (leaves).
KAT: How dare he speak to me that way! Does he know who I am?!
IAN: Apparently, he doesn’t care; ouch! (Hands her the coffee cup) Here, have some, looks like you are going to need it.
KAT: Shut up… (grabs the cup reluctantly, and takes a sip. Another actress comes barging in, venting).
CANDICE: I swear if I have to do another scene with that incompetent fool, I’m quitting!
KAT: What did Chris do this time?
CANDICE: He can’t tell his left foot from his right one. How on earth did he get the part!
IAN: (Looking at Kat, teasing) Gees, I wonder how…
KAT: (Rolls her eyes, turns to Candice) Come on, he’s not that bad.
CANDICE: Please, you only say that because you slept with him. Not that I’m judging, he’s very hot, but he definitely can’t dance!
KAT: Well, he makes up for it in other areas (smirks)…
CANDICE: (Grins) Naughty, naughty… Anyway, where is Paul?!
IAN: Missing someone? Don’t worry, Blondie, he should be here soon, he’s just running late. Think you can handle a few minutes without him?
CANDICE: God, I hate you…
KAT: That makes two of us.
IAN: (Looking at Kat) You know there’s a fine line between love and hate (smirks).
KAT: In your dreams.
IAN: Every night, at least twice.
KAT: You are disgusting.
IAN: I know (winks. The Assistant Director walks in).
STEVEN: Miss. Graham, Mr. Somerhalder, we are ready for you.
KAT: Let’s go.
Cut to – LAPD Headquarters. The Chief of Police is in his office, smoking a cigarette, looking at a photo of a victim who was found brutally murdered the night before. The victim, an aspiring actress who had just landed her first role, a minor part in a high-profile production.
This town… A concrete monument of decay. From the outside it might seem glamourous, with its movie stars and divas, but it’s nothing more than a sewer filled with rats. Nights reek of booze, gun powder, and flesh blood, masked with a cheap imitation of expensive perfume.
Days are no better. The only difference between the two is that during the day, it’s harder for the predators to hide, or so they think. In reality, the true gangsters hide at plain sight. They mock us, thinking they are always one step ahead, always above the law.
But not this time… not this time… (Caresses the victim’s photo, a tear scrolling down his cheek) My sweet Nina… who could have possibly done this to you? And why?
(The song “The Two Of Us” by Mark Isham, plays in the background, as the Detective has flashbacks of the woman and the horrendous murder scene; tears keep rolling down his cheeks).
Cut to – the film set. Kat and Ian are shooting one of their scenes.
IAN: Don’t go with him… you belong here, with me.
KAT: Please, don’t say those words. You know I want nothing more, but I can’t stay… He is my husband.
IAN: And I am the man you love.
KAT: Always and forever; no matter how far.
IAN: (Kisses her passionately. As she begins to walk away and the rain begins to pour, he runs after her, turns her around) I’m sorry, but I won’t let you go (kisses her again, the song Godot - The Fragrance of Dark Coffee + Rainymood, starts to play.
The raindrops continue to fall as they hold each other, probably for the last time…)
MATT: And, cut! Beautiful! Now that’s what I call cinema! We are making history people!
KAT: (Ian is still holding on to her). Didn’t you hear cut?!
IAN: No, must have bad hearing… (he smiles; she tries to resist, yet can’t help but smile herself).
MATT: Okay, everyone, let’s take 30 while we prep for the next scene.
KAT: (To Ian) Did you hear that? (Pushes him away) Now, shoo, skedaddle! (She walks away, he follows behind, teasing her).
STEVEN: Mr. Davis, there is a Detective here to see you.
MATT: What? Why?
STEVEN: I think it has something to do with that actress that didn’t show up on set today.
MATT: Which actress, Steven, there are plenty of them around here.
STEVEN: Nina.
MEET: Nina, who? Doesn’t ring a bell.
STEVE: She’s the actress that is playing Miss. Graham’s handmaiden.
MATT: Oh, yes, I think I remember. What about her?
STEVEN: I don’t know. Why don’t you talk to the Detective.
MATT: Fine. Send him my way.
ZACH: (Shows him his badge) Detective Zach Roerig, LAPD, can I ask you some questions?
MATT: Sure, just don’t take too long, we need to keep shooting while we still have the proper lighting.
ZACH: (Takes a picture of Nina out of his pocket and shows it to him) Do you know this woman?
MATT: Barely, she is just an extra with a very small part, we don’t interact. I only work with the stars, so my assistant might be able to give you more insight on her.
ZACH: I’ll talk to him, that’s for sure. But you are the one in charge of this production, correct?
MATT: I am the Director, so yes.
ZACH: Maybe you should pay more attention to your “not so important” cast members as well. Miss. Dobrev was found brutally murdered last night; just one block from here.
MATT: Oh, lord, that is terrible. What happened?
ZACH: Was I not clear? She was murdered, decapitated to be exact. And, we suspect the one responsible for this heinous crime, is part of this little film of yours.
MATT: That’s absurd! No one here would ever do such a thing!
ZACH: You’d be surprised what people are capable of, especially in a town like this. It ain’t all lights and glamour. This is an official investigation, so we are shutting this production down until we get some answers.
MATT: You can’t do that! We are on a schedule.
ZACH: Well, it looks like you’re going to have to make some changes. I need you to call in everyone in the cast and crew, and I mean everyone. No one leaves, until we clear them.
MATT: Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? I don’t take orders from anyone.
ZACH: You Hollywood types and your sense of entitlement. You are in for a reality check, no one is above the law. Here is a warrant to search the premises and question every single one of you. So, make yourself comfortable, we might be here for a while. I’ll need your office for questioning, while my squad processes the area. I take it you don’t mind. And, to prove I’m not all that bad, I’ll start with you. Lead the way.
Cut to – the Director’s office.
SUSPECT # 1 – THE DIRECTOR
ZACH: For the record, state your full name.
MATT: Matthew W. Davis.
ZACH: How did you know the victim?
MATT: I told you, I didn’t. Apart from directing the few scenes she has been in, I have never talked to or interacted with her at all.
ZACH: What were your whereabouts last night, from 11pm to 2am?
MATT: I was here, filming. Went home around 3am.
ZACH: (Shows him a note that reads: You were great last night. Keep it up, and you might become a real movie star someday…). Do you know what this is?
MATT: (Looking nervous) Where did you find that?
ZACH: I’m the one that will be asking the questions. Is this your handwriting?
MATT: It is.
ZACH: Can you explain how, and why, this was found in the victim’s purse the night she was murdered?
MATT: I have no idea. That note wasn’t for her.
ZACH: Oh, really? Who was it for, then? And why do you reckon Miss. Dobrev had it with her?
MATT: I can’t tell you who it was for. And, I have absolutely no idea why that woman would have that note.
ZACH: Oh, come on, try harder.
MATT: This is ridiculous, I want my lawyer.
ZACH: You are in your right to request one, but that would only make you more suspicious. So, I would advise otherwise.
MATT: What do you want from me? I already told you everything I know.
ZACH: Who was the note for?
MATT: Okay, okay… it was for Candice.
ZACH: Doesn’t make much sense though, she’s already a movie star…
MATT: She is, but not a diva, like Miss. Graham. That’s what every woman in Hollywood wants. And I am the only one that can give that to them.
ZACH: That’s a lot of power to be in one man’s hands.
MATT: I worked hard for it, trust me.
ZACH: Sure you did… Okay, I’m gonna let you go for now, while we verify your alibi; but trust me, we will talk again.
MATT: Whatever. Can I leave?
ZACH: Yes, and send your assistant in.
SUSPECT # 2 – THE ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
ZACH: For the record, state your full name.
STEVEN: Steven R. McQueen.
ZACH: How do you know Miss. Dobrev?
STEVEN: She is one of the actresses in the film.
ZACH: More like, was…
STEVEN: What?
ZACH: She was murdered last night, about a block from here. Know anything about that?
STEVEN: No, no, of course not. Oh, god, she’s dead?! This can’t be true… How, why?
ZACH: Well, that’s what I want to find out, pal. Think you can help me figure it out?
STEVEN: Whatever I can do to help, you can count on it. Miss. Dobrev was a lovely gal.
ZACH: Were you two close?
STEVEN: Not really. I met her when we started filming. We talked from time to time, but that was about it.
ZACH: Just talk, ha?
STEVEN: Yes, Detective, I swear.
ZACH: I believe you. Look, you seem like a decent guy. I’m sure, if anyone, you are the one that knows what really happens around this set. Help me out? Miss. Dobrev deserves some justice, don’t you think?
STEVEN: Of course. I will tell you everything I know.
ZACH: Good. Why don’t we start with Mr. Davis’s real relationship with the victim…
Cut to – Kat’s dressing room. Kat, Ian, Candice, Paul, and Chris are talking about the situation.
CANDICE: With all due respect, but who is this Nina person?
KAT: She’s the actress playing my handmaiden.
CANDICE: Oh, her? Well, you can’t really refer to her as an actress, I mean...
CHRIS: She’s a nobody, so who cares.
PAUL: Judging from the Police take-over, something big is going on.
CANDICE: Why do you care?
PAUL: I’m just saying, it doesn’t look good.
IAN: Well, I agree with Mr. slippery shoes and Cinderella, who cares! We should be shooting, don’t want to lose the good lighting.
KAT: Of course you wouldn’t dare to care about anyone but yourself….
IAN: Really, Kitty Kat? This coming from little Miss me, myself, and I. We all know who you are.
KAT: No you don’t, so stop pretending you do.
PAUL: (Sarcastically) Ouch, bro.
CHRIS: (To Kat and Ian, sounding quite bitter) Can you two stop bickering, for like a second! Gees, just get married already! So freaking obvious…
KAT: Please, he wishes!
IAN: I might like a little pain here and there, but I’m no masochist… unless you ask nicely, of course (winks; the Director walks in). Matt, can you please tell us what the hell is going on!
MATT: We’ve been shut down, until further notice. Oh, and no one can leave either, so make yourselves comfortable.
IAN: What! Why?!
MATT: Well, that wannabe actress playing Kat’s handmaiden was murdered last night. Ruined our entire schedule! The Police think one of us did it… ridiculous!
KAT: Wait, what!? She was murdered? No, no… that can’t be… Oh my god!
CHRIS: And I’ll say it again, why do we care? She is a nobody! Or was, whatever!
KAT: Don’t say that! You have no idea who she was…
CHRIS: Neither do you, Kitty Kat.
IAN: (Pushes Chris away from her) First, no one calls her that, but me. Second, back off…
CHRIS: (Sarcastic smirk) Oh, please. Don’t you get it? She will never love you. Once she gets what she wants from you, she’ll throw you out like a piece of trash. So stop trying so hard.
IAN: (Grabs him by the neck) Listen, psycho boy…
PAUL: Stop, both of you. Is it too much to ask for you to act like adults, for once? We really don’t need your little pissing contest drama right now.
KAT: Nor any of this… Everyone get out, I need some space.
IAN: (Looking concerned) Kat...
KAT: I said, get out! All of you! (They leave).
Cut to – the Director’s office.
ZACH: Thank you for your cooperation, this information is critical to our investigation.
STEVEN: (Looking scared) Please, Detective, promise me you won’t tell them you heard those things from me, I would be completely ruined.
ZACH: Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me, trust me. Now, be a sport and send Miss. Accola my way, will you?
STEVEN: Will do, Detective.
ZACH: Thank you, we will talk again soon.
SUSPECT # 3 – THE ACTRESS
ZACH: For the record, state your full name.
CANDICE: (Flirtatious) Detective, you don’t believe I had anything to do with this, do you? I mean, look at me… do you really think I would be capable of such a thing?
ZACH: Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I said, state your full name.
CANDICE: Fine… Candice Rene Accola. But I swear, Detective, I never even crossed a word with that woman.
ZACH: Funny, that’s not what I’ve heard…
CANDICE: From who? Whoever said that is obviously lying! I have a reputation to protect, I don’t mingle with the extras.
ZACH: Oh, I’m sure you don’t, but I wonder if you get jealous of them?
CANDICE: (Laughs) That’s absurd! Why on earth would I be jealous of her!? She’s a nobody.
ZACH: Maybe she had something you wanted…
CANDICE: What could she possibly have had that I don’t? If anything, she was the one jealous of me.
ZACH: I hear you are quite smitten with an ex of hers.
CANDICE: An ex? What are you talking about?
ZACH: Just cut the bullshit Miss. Accola. I know for a fact that Mr. Wesley and Miss. Dobrev where previously engaged, that is until you came into the picture…
CANDICE: (Nervously) Please, Detective, let me explain…
ZACH: Please, do.
CANDICE: It’s not what you think. I mean, yes, I knew they had a thing in the past, but that was a long time ago. They went to the same Highschool, in this godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere, or something along those lines. But, I swear, I never even spoke to her, nor did he, after that. No disrespect for the deceased, but she was weird, she didn’t belong in the same circle as us. There are levels, and she is, well, was, way below ours. If you are looking for a real suspect, I suggest you talk to Mr. Wood, I know there was something going on between those two.
ZACH: Really, why would you say that?
CANDICE: They are both whack jobs. They would get together after shooting; hang out at this weirdo trash bar down the block called “The Grill”, where all the other city looneys hang out. Trust me, they were into some really creepy stuff.
ZACH: What kind of creepy stuff?
CANDICE: Some obscure vampire nonsense. I’m telling you, totally cuckoo.
ZACH: Vampires?
CANDICE: Yes, I swear! If you ask me, I wouldn’t be surprised if Chris turned out to be one… I mean, if they were real, of course. Only a crazy person would believe those things.
ZACH: I agree. So, you are saying Miss. Dobrev had a dark side?
CANDICE: Oh, for sure! No one ever bought her little “Mary Sue” act.
ZACH: Well, that’s quite specific information for someone who claims not to know anything about her.
CANDICE: I’m just telling you what I’ve heard from others, specifically, from Mr. Wood.
ZACH: Okay, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt on that, for the moment. Now, (hands her the same note he handed the Director) can you explain what this is about?
CANDICE: (Looking genuinely clueless) I have never seen that before, I promise.
ZACH: Fair enough. Moving on, what where your whereabouts last night, from 11pm to 2am?
CANDICE: I was here shooting, until about 3am, I think. I went straight home after that.
ZACH: 3 am? Doesn’t seem like a safe hour for a lady to be driving home alone…
CANDICE: Oh, of course not. I had my driver take me home.
ZACH: What’s your driver’s name?
CANDICE: Mr. Trevino, you can ask him if you don’t believe me. He’s right outside my dressing room.
ZACH: No need, just yet. You are free to go, for now. Let Mr. Wood know I’m expecting him next.
CANDICE: Sure thing. (As she is walking out) Detective, one more thing… I probably shouldn’t say, since she is my best friend, but I feel obligated to mention this, it’s in my duty to do so. You should know Miss. Graham and Miss. Dobrev used to be very close friends, best friends actually. She doesn’t know I know that, but I do. In fact, Kat is the reason Nina got this job in the first place; and the reason why Nina moved from that Mystic place to LA. Just thought you should know… Hope it’s useful information (flirtatious smirk).
ZACH: (Flirting back) Very useful, Miss. Accola; thank you for sharing.
Cut to – Kat’s dressing room. She is looking at herself in the mirror; she seems somewhat sad, but a lot more worried. Ian knocks.
IAN: Kat, please, let me in… I’m sorry… (Kat opens the door, he walks inside, she looks around to make sure there is no one else there; shuts the door after him).
KAT: What do you want? I thought I made myself clear when I said I wanted to be left alone.
IAN: I needed to make sure you were okay (looks around the room) … I didn’t know you knew her outside of the film, I’m sorry if I was insensitive.
KAT: (Goes to her mini bar, serves and hands him a glass of bourbon) It’s just you and me, look for yourself. You can stop pretending now.
IAN: (Relieved) Okay, good… I don’t know how much longer I would be able to keep up with the act.
KAT: As long as it takes; we can’t risk them finding out.
IAN: I know, Kitty Kat, but I’m freaking out here! This place is infested with cops. What the hell are we going to do...?!
KAT: Calm down, we will think about that later… (kisses him passionately, and throws him on to her dressing room bed…)
*Not my art, loads of credit to the creator, this ilustration is awsome!
TVD 9x15 (part 2) coming soon! Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =)
ELENA: Before I go, I need to give you something (hands her an envelope).
BONNIE: You wrote me a letter? As if these waterworks weren’t enough!
ELENA: It’s not from me, and it’s not a letter…
BONNIE: Well, what is it then?
ELENA: I think it was Damon’s first attempt at writing a diary entry? I found it when I was packing my things at the apartment. You need to read it.
BONNIE: I’m sure it’s hilarious but why are you giving it to me?
ELENA: You’ll know when you read it… And, when you do, I hope you realize that it is meant to be…
BONNIE: Elena, are you drunk? I don’t’ know what you’re talking about but…
ELENA: Bonnie, you know I love you, you are my best friend and I want nothing more than to see you happy… so, promise me you will at least give him a chance…
BONNIE: Elena, please stop, this getting very awkward and uncomfortable, we are supposed to be enjoying our time together before you go…
ELENA: It doesn’t have to be awkward or uncomfortable, we can talk about anything. I just want you to know that whatever you decide I’m fine, but I really hope you allow yourself to feel it…
…
Cut to – Bonnie, alone in her room, opens the envelope, it’s a torn page from what looks to be a diary.
May 10th 1994
It was a Tuesday, under the sign of Taurus, annular eclipse of the sun by the moon. The inauguration ceremony for South Africa's first black president Nelson Mandela took place, John Wayne Gacy (The Killer Clown) was executed, and it also happened to be Fred Astaire’s birthday… an uncanny day, no doubt… a day I will never forget.
And, how could I? I was stuck in this day for months, living in a bizarre snapshot of what I thought was my own personal hell. But now, looking back, I realize this was the day I truly found myself… And I owe it all to her…
It always started with pancakes and a witch I really disliked. Pancakes, crossword puzzles, Miss Cuddles, gram’s grimoire, the supermarket, The Body Guard, Monopoly, bourbon, more bourbon, Boyz II Men (her choice, not mine!), sleep, repeat.
The witch… always so damn judgy, so perfect, so unattainable. I couldn’t stand being around someone I couldn’t conquer or seduce to my will. She was too smart, too independent, too self-assured for me to play my cards and have a winning chance. She broke me… in a way I never thought possible, she saw right through my poker face and didn’t take any of my crap. She challenged me in such a way that for the first time, in my almost 200 years, I felt vulnerable, yet oddly comfortable to expose my true myself. I’ll admit, I was scared, had never felt like that before… for once in my life, someone dared to challenge my bluff, not to save or fix me, but to make me own up to myself, dared me to do good by me, and no one else… How can I ever thank her? Explain that what she did…what she does… I can’t, how? She is so above me. I can’t even gather the courage to admit to myself just how much I… I have to stop.
Happy Bamon Day Bamily!!!!
A little sneak peek from my TVD S9 fanfic in honor of this day, hope you stop by, read and enjoy =)
Cut to - Bonnie in some sort of astral projection; seems like she is floating in the universe, one with all. It’s peaceful and overwhelmingly beautiful. She hears her Gram’s voice.
