Capítulo 94: "They All Are"
The house was a scene of absolute carnage. Headless bodies lay scattered across the floor, blood pooling around mutilated limbs and torn torsos. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the silence that followed was suffocating in the wake of the massacre. Stefan and Damon stood among the chaos, their clothes and faces stained with blood, their expressions calm, almost bored.
Stefan casually wiped his hands on a torn piece of fabric he had ripped from one of the fallen vampires, his movements precise, almost methodical. His face showed no remorse, only the quiet satisfaction that came after indulging his darker urges. Damon, sitting comfortably on a blood-splattered chair, grinned as he licked the last drop of blood from his fingers, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Well, that was fun," Damon remarked, his tone light and nonchalant, as if they had just completed a trivial task. He glanced over at Stefan, who merely shrugged, his face still twisted into a predatory smile. Damon then leaned back, crossing his legs as if he hadn't just participated in a massacre.
Turning his attention toward Pearl, who stood frozen in shock and horror, Damon raised an eyebrow. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the blood on his neck, then gave her a sly, almost mocking grin.
"So, *Pearlie*," Damon said, emphasizing the nickname with a playful lilt, "I suppose it's time for you to hand over that little piece of the device we're looking for, hmm?" His tone was lighthearted, but the dangerous edge behind his words was unmistakable. He didn't need to threaten her directly— the carnage surrounding them spoke volumes.
Pearl's eyes darted from one mutilated body to the next, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the gruesome scene. Her chest heaved with a mix of anger and fear, but she kept her expression steely, unwilling to show weakness in front of the brothers.
"You're out of your mind if you think I'm just going to—" she started, but Damon interrupted, his grin widening as he leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing in on her.
"Pearlie, *Pearlie*, *Pearlie*," he said, dragging out her name with a mocking purr. "Look around you." He gestured to the mangled bodies around them, his hand moving lazily as though it were all a trivial matter. "This was just the opening act. Imagine what we could do if we were really trying. Or worse—imagine what *he* could do if he decides to pay you a visit."
Stefan chuckled darkly from his seat, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. He cracked his knuckles, as if signaling that he was ready for more if necessary. Pearl swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure as she met Damon's gaze. But the cold, calculating look in his eyes unnerved her.
She knew they weren't bluffing.
Damon leaned back again, watching her intently, his smile never fading. "So, how about you stop wasting time and just hand it over, Pearlie?" His voice was soft now, coaxing, but there was an unspoken threat beneath it that chilled the air between them.
Pearl clenched her fists, her jaw tight, knowing she had no real choice.
Pearl, her face pale, tried to keep her composure. She glanced briefly at the massacre around her, the weight of her situation pressing down on her like a vice. "Fine," she replied, though her voice wavered slightly. She straightened her back, clinging to the last shred of control she thought she had. "But I want to know what you intend to do with the piece."
Stefan's chuckle was low and menacing as he leaned forward, his cold gaze locking onto Pearl. His usually calm demeanor shifted, his eyes darkening with the promise of violence. "You think you're still in a position to ask questions?" he said, the amusement in his voice barely masking the threat. "Let me clear this up for you—there's only a third of your little tomb vampires left. Those who remain are a liability. They're reckless, putting all of us at risk of exposure. We're going to use this device to take care of them. Now," he paused, his eyes glowing a menacing red, "hand it over."
Pearl's heart raced as she felt a shiver run down her spine. Any facade of power she held onto crumbled under Stefan's cold stare. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the piece of the device. Her eyes darted nervously between the two brothers, fear overtaking any thoughts of resistance. Without a word, she handed it to Damon, her movements quick, desperate.
Damon's grin widened as he took the device from her, spinning it lightly in his fingers as though it were a prize. He shot a glance at the mangled bodies strewn about the room and shrugged with mock sympathy. "Now, see, this wouldn't have happened if you'd just been a little more cooperative earlier," he said smoothly, his tone almost playful. His eyes flicked to the corpses, then back to Pearl. "But no harm done, right? Well, maybe for them." He gestured carelessly toward the carnage.
Pearl didn't respond, her gaze fixed on the blood soaked floor, knowing fully well that any resistance she could muster now would be futile.
The brothers had won.
Damon and Stefan wasted no time heading straight to the Gilbert house after acquiring the final piece of the device. Their approach was swift, their expressions focused, though Damon couldn't resist a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He knocked on the door with a casual flick of his wrist, and within moments, the door swung open, revealing Miranda Gilbert.
Miranda's face lit up with recognition, her warm smile directed at Damon. "Damon, what brings you here?" she asked, her tone friendly, though there was a slight curiosity in her eyes. She glanced briefly at Stefan, her gaze lingering a bit longer on the unfamiliar face.
Damon, ever the charmer, flashed one of his signature smiles, his blue eyes twinkling. "Ah, Miranda, always a pleasure," he said smoothly, his voice velvety. "We're here to see Grayson, actually. And this," he gestured to Stefan, who gave a polite nod, "is my little brother, Stefan."
Stefan gave a polite smile, his hands folded neatly in front of him, a contrast to Damon's laid-back posture. "Nice to meet you," he said, his tone soft but firm, his eyes scanning the room subtly.
Miranda nodded, her smile still in place as she stepped aside to invite them in. "Of course, come in. I'll go fetch Grayson for you," she said, gesturing toward the living room as she turned to head upstairs.
As they stepped inside, the brothers immediately noticed a heated conversation unfolding in the living room. Henrik, Elena, and Margaret sat around the table, their voices low but intense. Margaret, in particular, was the most animated, her hands flying through the air as she passionately made her point, her face flushed with frustration.
Damon's eyebrow quirked in amusement as he leaned slightly toward Stefan. "Looks like we've walked into a family drama," he whispered with a smirk, though his voice was low enough not to interrupt the ongoing argument.
Miranda gently pushed open the door to their bedroom, her eyes landing on Grayson seated by the window. He was hunched over, his back tense, and a journal lay open in his trembling hands. His face was pale, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and fear, fixed on the words scrawled across the pages. His lips moved faintly, barely above a whisper as he muttered, "They are vampires... they all are."
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