Manipulation

Warning! Some liberties have been taken with this story.

ONE YEAR AGO

Doctor Atticus Shane had been running for his life ever since he stepped foot onto the island, having only a brief moment or two to catch his breath before another happening would occur. Over the past few days he had repeatedly bear witness to the unimaginable, from polar bears to giant smoke monsters, abandoned ship wrecks to intense, nosebleed flashbacks. He was in awe of anything and everything around him. So much so, that he dedicated himself to uncover every mystery the island held, needing to reveal all of its secrets. Unbeknownst to him, The Well would be his first and only mission.

That morning, he had wandered further, divest of sleep, in hopes to locate his desired destination before the next adventure would begin. Soon after, he stopped to rest, coming face to face with one of the Others. He did not like them and repeatedly questioned their existence on the island, convinced he could never trust their leader, Ben. Luckily, the deranged man wasn’t the one who was chasing him. It was the mysterious Massak. He had come out of nowhere, making Shane drop his ham and cheese sandwich and his 2% chocolate milk. Shane had stomped his foot, eyeing the man, voicing his displeasure. The man simply looked at him and shrugged, telling Shane he was only following orders – to keep an eye on the curious doctor – removing his own lunch from his small fanny pack. The pair ate in silence, until the unknown man offered Shane his pudding cup.

“Thanks,” Shane blushed, pushing a few of his dark curls behind his ear.

“You’re welcome.”

Sometime later, Massak asked if Shane wanted to play a game. They were deep in the dense forest now, with nothing to occupy their varied thoughts. The mysterious man thought it would be a nice way to pass the time until they found the Well.

“Sure,” Shane replied, eagerly.

“Okay. You run and I’ll try to catch you.”

Shane smiled brightly. This was one of his favorite games.

He leaped excitedly into the night, carefully avoiding the surrounding poisonous flora, large rocks and protruding boulders. They ran for miles, taunting each other, each bragging about their impending win. Shane fumbled, thinking he had lost his friend for a moment, only to see the painted man not too far behind. Shane quickly found a hollow cave to hide in, walking until he was fully situated into the darkened tunnel. He carefully looked over the ancient walls, finding white chalk markings, spotting several familiar names, each adjacent to a number. He didn’t bother himself with it, instead making a note to tell Locke about it when he got back to camp.

Needing to check out the rest of his surroundings, Shane looked toward the most open part of the cave, noticing a huge gap in the floor.

“This must be the Well,” he thought. “I found it!”

He placed his feet as close to the edge as possible, removing the dagger from his knapsack. This was what he came to the island for. This was what he dedicated his life to finding since the untimely death of his wife and son. This was how he would see his family again.

Shane pointed the tip of the knife to his palm, slowly cutting the skin open, sitting his hand directly over the well. He closed his eyes, hearing the drops of blood sink to the bottom, believing with everything he was that the legends were true. He could only hope, that if he gave himself to the Well, he’d get to hear her voice once again.

It didn’t take long to get his answer. The wind sped, calling out to him. He knew it was her, but he needed more. Shane repelled down to the bottom of the chasm, unexpectedly falling violently to the floor. Blood seeped out of him. He didn’t have much time.

“Hello, Atti.”

“Catilin?”

Shane was stunned. The vision of his wife was so clear, so real. His heart sped, but he was unsure whether it was the appearance of his lost love or the massive blood loss. He liked to think it was the former.

“How is this happening?”

Caitlin smiled, “Silas. He can save me. He can save our son.”

Shane listened closely to his ghost wife as she detailed her plans to set the ancient witch free. Completing the Hunter’s mark. Finding the spell. Three sacrifices.

“It’s the only way we can be together again.”

Shane reacted instantly, knowing what he had to do.

“I have to go back! I have to go back, Cate!”

NOW

Doctor Atticus Shane had been questioning his escape from prison ever since he stepped foot onto the island. He could not tell you how he managed it, nor would he try to. He had a strong suspicion the writers didn’t know how, either.

Behind him, the rest of the group unloaded their things from the boats. Shane had argued profusely with the girls regarding their choice to bring flat irons and makeup bags, knowing they would not have the luxury of either. They needed the space for food and supplies.

Damon had intervened quickly, slipping a bottle or two of water in each pack, as well, winking as he did so.

“Out of all of them,” Shane thought. “Damon has the most common sense.”

“He’s also got a great ass,” Rebekah added.

“Not as great as Jeremy’s abs,” Bonnie replied. “Look at him,” she snapped a shot of his arms, immediately loading it onto her Instagram app. “Look at these tattoos!”

The rest of the group was not impressed, so they kept walking long into the night, until an attempt on Jeremy’s life and his eventual kidnapping left the group a bit startled. But Shane was used to such things. This was the island, after all. He decided it was best they make camp.

Shane watched as Elena tried to reason with Damon, attempting to make him believe that their love would never falter, even if Elena returned human. He watched as Rebekah flirted and cuddled close to Stefan, searching for Jeremy, while laughing silently to himself. He did not know these vampires long, but even he knew the moment Elena became human again, she would go running right into Stefan’s arms. Damon and Rebekah would be the ones with broken hearts again. Their teenage angst was making him sick.

He decided to set up his sleeping bag inside the abandoned cabin, smiling, thinking of his first trip to the island, of the plans already set in motion. Bonnie interrupted his thoughts moments later, needing answers, which he was all too willing to give. Stating his deception, telling her that there was no spell embedded within Jeremy’s tattoo. Admitting that his wife was a powerful which who died trying to resurrect their son. Acknowledging the fact that he’s as good as dead once he tells them where the cure is.

Damon chuckled. “It’s true. I’ll probably torture you a bit first, order you to tell me where the cure is.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Shane waited, doing everything he could to ignore the pain Damon forced upon, biting his tongue as Damon hit him once again. Elena came to his rescue just in time.

He listened as they fought, as Damon denied ever wanting to be human again. He listened as Elena sobbed, as she asked Damon to take the cure with her. He watched as Damon walked away. He watched as they frantically searched for him, never knowing he was behind Jeremy’s kidnapping or Bonnie’s trek to find him.

He left them, avoiding Ben and Jacob for the time being. He left them to start the next part of his journey.

“It’s nice to see you again, old friend,” Massak remarked.

“You too,” Shane replied.

MEANWHILE

Klaus Mikaelson stood, trapped in his makeshift prison, contemplating the many ways he would seek revenge for his brother’s death. He was not expecting any visitors at the time, so the appearance of Tyler Lockwood came as quite a shock.

Klaus had found it somewhat enjoyable to threaten the hybrid – after Tyler’s forthcoming plans to force the Original to take the cure and plan of torture – but he found he was in need of something more. He grabbed Caroline as soon as she was close enough, forcing his fangs into her skin. Klaus smirked, wondering if the audience was as confused as the writers were. He was positive of that. He wondered if they knew that an Original’s bite, even to a vampire, was deadly. He doubted it.

He also doubted Tyler would live up to his promise to obey, choosing not to cure Caroline in return, despite what his heart was telling him. He waited and watched as she died slowly.

“I know that you’re in love with me,” Caroline began, finding hard it to speak. “And anybody capable of love is capable of being saved.”

Klaus watched as she took her last breath, his nerves sparking, his heart winning the battle.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he whispered, feeding her his blood.

IN THE END

Damon walked with purpose, although not knowing where he was headed. He needed to get out of there. He would only be a disappointment to her. He was not cut out for the life she wanted. It hurt him to leave her like that, but he had to do it. He had to let her go. He had to let her choose her own path.

“Ow! What the hell?”

Damon removed the arrow from his arm, searching for the owner. In his short time on the island, he knew to expected the unexpected, but he did not know that he would find another hunter, one that was about to snap his neck. Kim the FanGirl screamed as Charlie Bewley – one of her favorite Twilight vamps – appeared on her screen. She giggled excitedly as he wrestled Damon to the ground and subdued him. She laughed maniacally, knowing things were about to get better with him around.

The Vampire Diaries

What did you think of this week’s episode of The Vampire Diaries? What was your favorite scene? Favorite line? Are you as excited as me for the appearance of Mr. Charlie Bewley? What did you think of the Klaus/Caroline/Tyler plotline? Was it really necessary? Have we lost all hope for Klaroline? Why do you suppose Damon doesn’t want to be human again? Will the truce between Rebekah and Elena be a good thing? Were you surprised by Shane’s story? His deception? Was he hoodwinked by his ghost wife? Tell me in the comments!

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