#vddaniel

Grief was something that Blair wasn't something she was used to dealing with. She'd never lost anyone. The closest she'd come was her father coming out of the closet and moving to France. She didn't like this feeling of emptiness and rage and having no where to put them. And then Dan handed her the license to let out all the rage. Who did Daniel Salvatore think he was stealing something that belonged rightfully to the Waldorf family. In fact, it was something that could have possibly saved Aaron. If it weren't for him, her cousin could possibly still be alive.

Waiting until Dan and Jenny were both out of the house was not anything easy. In fact, she actually had to con the two of them to get out of the house. Jenny was a bit harder to get to leave. She didn't want to waste a drop of vervain on someone that wasn't her target. Her smirk widened when the door opened to reveal the eldest Salvatore. The bits of Octavius' magic that still pulsed through her amulet started to spider into her veins. "Hello, Mr. Salvatore."

Within a matter of moments she'd concentrated on his mind forcing several blood vessels in his mind to explode at once. Once he was distracted, Blair pounced and injected the potent dose of vervain (thank you, Captain) into his neck. Once he was down, Blair knew she had to move quickly. Blair pulled out another needle and injected it into his neck, just for extra protection.

She drove quickly and dragged him down into her basement. His eyes started to flutter open. "Not yet, Daniel," she whispered, injecting a three needle into his neck. God, she knew he was old, but he shouldn't have been this difficult to keep down. The witch moved faster to get him down the rest of the way and prop him up in a chair. Just to be safe, Blair bound his hands behind him with the vervain soaked ropes she'd been working on for the last couple of days.

Jeremy called Daniel right after he talked to Jenny, and learned that she had apparently crossed the border and forgotten that she had ever returned to Beacon Hills. He didn't know what the best way to handle this was but he thought that figuring something out with Daniel, and Dan of course, was the way to go before someone told her something that would hurt her. Now he was back at his house, waiting for Daniel to show up. From what he could tell, Elena wasn't home. He hadn't made it upstairs yet, but the house was quiet. Just thinking about his sister led him off on another spiral of his own thoughts. They were supposed to have dinner together that night at home, takeout given the fact that neither of the Gilberts knew what they were doing in a kitchen yet, and he was going to tell her everything. And by everything, he really meant everything. About the mark on his arm, and the Five, what he knew of them of them at least, to the fact that he was seeing the ghosts of his dead ex-girlfriends, right up to telling her that he was now dating Daniel Salvatore.

He didn't know how all of that was going to go over, but he would hope for the best. His sister usually had a way of handling things surprisingly well, and he thought it was time she knew. Jeremy had made his way over to the couch at some point while he was waiting, and he was laid out across it withe the remote held in one hand, when he heard someone at the door. Feeling sure of who it was, he quickly pushed himself up and let the remote fall back down on the couch. He made his way over to the door, smiling after he pulled it open. "Hey." He let go of the door to take a step forward before pulling Daniel inside the house with him. They had plenty of things to worry about, so Jeremy thought they could have a moment before it was time to face it all again.