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Previously on
The Vampire Diaries...

Caroline Elizabeth Forbes,
I want you to marry me.

Yes.

I've seen that symbol before.
I saw it when I was dead.

This thing that was delivered
with your vault inhabitant?

I think it was made in Hell.

Sirens use mind control
to lure their victims to their death.

Some say they're messengers of the devil.

We are talking about a living,
breathing siren.

The more specific my thoughts are,

the more she can
key in on me psychically.

What does she want with you?

She wants two loyal soldiers
to keep bringing her supper.

Well, my mind is bonded to hers.

Every moment we spend together
is another moment

she could discover how I feel about you.

Why haven't I seen her before?

Damon's not gone.

Yeah, he is. I saw it happen.
He belongs to the siren now.

- I'm Elena.
- I'm Damon.

Don't worry about your brother.

I've taken over his last mental refuge
and giving it a little remodel.

Hi, what's your name?

I'm Damon.

I'm Sybil.

Dad?

We're gonna be okay. I promise.

Uh, car went off the bridge...

Sheriff, we found
the third victim.

Was it an accident?

That doesn't look good.

- We're gonna need to drag the river.
- Three bodies. Let's go.

Confirm three fatalities.

Grayson, Miranda,

and Elena Gilbert.

Yeah, it's the Gilberts.

That's so sad.

Did you know her?

No, I never met her.

I guess now you never will.

Hmm.

Just turn it off.

It's a little-bitty humanity switch
right at the back of your noggin.

I've got big plans for you,

and it'll streamline the whole process
if your emotions aren't riding shotgun.

Come on, Enzo.
Room service is getting cold.

Oh, if you're feeling peckish,
don't let me stop you.

Look at Damon over there.
He's got the right idea.

He's happy.

Bored, actually.

- Just kill him.
- In three millennia,

I have a pretty unblemished record
when it comes to controlling men.

Fifty thousand to zero,
give or take a few Peloponnesians.

And I'm not about to add one
to the loss column

just because he doesn't
feel like submitting.

Ah, he's a tough nut to crack.

Seventy years in a cage
will do that to you,

and you're just building up
his tolerance for torture.

Well, I've got a pretty full itinerary,

so I guess we're just gonna
have to move on to Plan B.

"B" as in "Bonnie."

Which will be
about as effective as Plan A.

She means nothing to me.

Is that so?

I guess we'll find out.

- Damon?
- Hmm?

Would you do me a favor
and kill Bonnie Bennett?

Sure.

- Surprise!
- Bonnie, what the...

You are engaged, and we are celebrating.

First, we're gonna
drink too much champagne,

and then,
I'm taking you wedding-dress shopping.

I know it's a little early, but you're
gonna try on thousands of dresses

before you find the perfect one,
so we may as well start now.

Bonnie, look, I love you,
and this is amazing,

but you don't have to put on
a happy face for me right now.

I'm not putting it on.

I'm not. I'm happy for you. I promise.

Care, you asked me to be your bridesmaid
when we were 10 years old.

You've been waiting for this
your whole life.

I'm happy for you. I swear.

Ow!

Okay, but I promise,
we are going to find Enzo,

and you two are gonna be happy,
and you're gonna get married

- on top of the Eiffel Tower.
- First things first.

Planning your June wedding.

Oh, my God. Yes! The June wedding!

The June wedding!

And...

You snuck into my house
and found my old wedding book?

How else was I gonna
out-Caroline-Forbes Caroline Forbes?

Bonnie, this is amazing.

You're amazing.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm getting married!

Yay!

Okay, now that I have a drink in you,
I have to ask.

Mmm-hmm?

How did Ric take the news?

Seriously, I'm fine with it.

Yeah, Caroline said you were,

but I just wanted to talk to you myself.
That's all.

Well, I got two unused flower girl dresses
I'll sell you cheap.

Come on, man.

Don't make me work this hard
to show you I'm fine with it. Really.

Yeah, he's fine with it.

Hey, uh, why don't you guys go
get set up in the office, okay?

Nanny had the morning off,
so I had to work from home.

Got them digging through miles
of arcane siren research.

And what do they, uh,
think that they're doing?

- Earning extra credit.
- Ah.

Helping me with
an urgent publishing deadline.

And how's that deadline coming along?

Caroline said you might've figured out how

the, uh, Armory captured the siren
in the first place?

Well, if by "figured out"
you mean wild speculation

based on centuries-old
circumstantial evidence,

I think they may have used this.

Would it be going out on a limb
to say that we stab her with it?

Possibly.

We're dealing with something
that has the power of mind control.

If we get close to her, and we're wrong,

then we're hers.

Let's talk silhouettes.

Focus on A-lines and sheaths.

I'm open to trumpets,
but easy on the volume.

- Less dress, more bride.
- Exactly.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

You're welcome. I'll be right back.

Now, we can get to work finding you
the perfect maid-of-honor dress.

Oh, I'd be honored to be
your maid of honor.

And not just because my main competition
is in a coma till I die.

Good. Because I'm going to do everything
within my bridal power

to make sure you and Enzo
live happily ever after.

I've got killer aim,

and no qualms
about rigging the bouquet toss.

- You ready?
- Yep.

Catch!

Damon, what are you...

Bonnie, run.

Looks like little brother's
getting married, huh?

Consider this my RSVP.

Bonnie.

I can hear
your broken little heart beating, Bon.

Oh, poor Bonbon.

Literally always the bridesmaid,

never the bride.

So, you got beat up by a girl.

Two girls, if we're counting.

What's so funny?

Just admiring the lady's craftsmanship.

No.

That look tells me that
you know something I should know,

but you don't want me to know,

and you know how I feel about secrets.

Looks like someone forgot to mention

that you and Bonnie
have quite the history.

No wonder your heart wasn't in it.

Well, we'll see what we can do about that.

See how scared you are.

Just leave me alone
or I'll scream.

I know what you are, Damon.
One more move and I'm gonna take you out.

I can make it fun.

Everything that happened is his fault.

You know who needs motivation?
You need motivation.

Get out!

Whoa. That's a lot of bad road
between you two. What are we missing?

Oh, wait. There it is.

Mmm-hmm. Got it.

I'm sure there are a million people
we'd both rather be with right now...

But...

Couple thousand at most.

Do you think it'll hurt?

I don't know.

Hmm.

Much better.

Now...

We have work to do.

Stefan, Damon wants me dead, then undead.

Why is he coming after you?
It makes no sense.

None of it makes sense,

but we're gonna need weapons,
lots of them.

The throne is empty.

Right. Yeah, sorry, I was child-proofing.

But the crossbows
are still in the library.

Listen, I'm gonna try to track Damon,
and with any luck,

the drone will lead us back to the queen.

And when you find her?

Ric's still working on that part.

Your deadline just got moved up.
You don't have days.

You have hours.

Do you think we can get away with
not inviting Damon to the wedding?

I mean, even if we do save him?

He's gonna be your brother-in-law,
and likely, Stefan's best man.

Sorry.

Fine. Fine.

But he's not sitting at the head table.

Where is all the ammo?

Calling me from your own phone. Gutsy.

What makes you think I won't use it
to track you down?

No need. I'm at the high school.

Why would you tell me that?

Because I'm gonna need a favor,
little brother.

And what would that be?

Whatever desire you have to save me,

I kind of need that right now.

I'm starting to consider
a destination wedding.

Try finding a Mystic Falls venue
that hasn't been the site

of a horrible atrocity.

Hi, Bonnie. I'm Sybil.

So glad to finally meet you.

This is really nice work.

Caroline, is it?

I'm not sure about riding in
on the unicorn,

but I love this charmeuse,
and the tiara design is exquisite.

Yeah, well,
I made that in the sixth grade,

so congratulations,

you have the fashion sense
of an eleven-year-old.

I just wanna know where Bonnie's is.

Scrapbooking's not really my thing.
What do you want?

Simple. I wanna know
what makes you so special.

What is it about you
that has Enzo and Damon

wrapped around those
flawlessly-manicured little fingers?

I mean, I get Enzo.

The accent,
the star-crossed witch-vampire thing.

No, it's the Damon of it all
that has me so stumped.

Did you guys ever, you know...

No.

All that time alone in a prison world,
same day on repeat,

you must've done something
to break up the brain-numbing monotony.

No.

Seriously? Look, you are gorgeous.

I can admit that. I'm not blind,
and neither is Damon,

who, in case you haven't noticed, ladies,
is scorching.

I mean,
you can't spell "Damon" without "Damn."

Strictly platonic? Really?

Wow. Good for you.

That doesn't explain
how you inspire so much devotion

in two men who are supposed to be
completely devoted to me.

So, why don't you sit down
and we'll have a little heart-to-heart?

I can make you,
but it's excruciatingly painful,

and it'll mess up your hair.

There's nothing in the historical records
about a weapon like this.

Please tell me there's a "but."

But I have a theory. Okay.

So, assuming that
the symbol etched into it

has a connection to Hell,

what's the first thing you think of
when you think of Hell?

The devil, right?

And what's the most common
visual representation of the devil?

Man in a red suit,
pointy tail, with a pitchfork.

Ding-ding-ding.

Okay, in the medieval tradition,

the pitchfork symbolized the separation
of the wheat from the chaff.

Which was obviously a metaphor
for good souls going to heaven,

and garbage souls
going to the big fiery basement.

Well, shouldn't that have three tines?

Not in 2200 B.C. when it was forged.

The soil around the Mediterranean
was rocky.

So, their pitchforks only had two.

Okay, well, that's all very interesting,

but that doesn't tell us anything about
its connection to the sirens,

- how we'd use it?
- "We"?

Why would we use it? Like, this is real?
As in, some sort of magical weapon?

- Come on, you know what I mean.
- No, actually, I don't.

Sure this is for a book? 'Cause you're
treating it like lives are at stake.

Worse.

Tenure, okay?

Now keep digging.

Look, if this all
some sort of an elaborate trap,

we might as well
skip to the part where you spring it.

No trap, elaborate, or otherwise.
I just need your help.

With what?

I can't tell you.

No, I mean, I literally can't tell you.

I can't physically
make myself form the words.

This thing about Sybil,
she's not big on free will.

She kind of lojacked my brain.

Whenever I try and form the words
to tell you what's going on,

it just comes out "apple sauce, penguin."

Well, if you can't tell me how
to save you, then I'm at a loss,

because I'm running out of ways
to pull you back from the brink.

Sounds suspiciously
like someone's giving up.

Not yet. But I'm not about to
let Elena wake up

- to find out you murdered her best friend.
- This isn't for Bonnie.

Then who's it for?

So, Bonnie, what's your secret?

What did Damon and Enzo see in you?

I have no idea.

Oh, come on, Bonnie.
Surely, you can think of something.

You know,
whatever you're trying to do here,

it's not going to work.

You're not going to get what you want.

Something you should know about Bonnie
is that she is fiercely loyal,

and she would do anything
for the people she loves.

Really?

Now, that is something we can work with.

So you would do anything
for Damon and Enzo?

Like, "anything" anything?

I mean, how far would you really go?

What if you had to choose between them?

Here's the thing, ladies.

I need two loyal soldiers,

and these two can't seem to cut loose
from their ties to the past.

It's working my last nerve.

So, I realized,
I really only need one of them.

The other will die,

and live an eternity
of darkness and pain.

So, Bonnie gets to choose.

- You're crazy.
- No. I'm just very old,

very set in my ways, and very annoyed.

Choose.

I get it. You're jealous.

You see a love that you didn't have to
siren someone into,

a love that isn't all about you.

You're threatened.

So, naturally, you have to destroy it
in the most sadistic game you can imagine.

Forget it. Not playing.

You're no fun.

You know what was fun?

Ancient Rome.

The Colosseum, gladiators,
sweaty, oiled-up men

hurling themselves at each other. So hot.

You'll see what I mean soon enough.

In exactly 12 minutes,
Damon and Enzo will fight to the death.

They don't have a choice.

I've willed it so.

One of them will lose,

so if you're not gonna choose,

then I guess we'll just let the boys
settle it amongst themselves.

All right, I didn't cut them
into star shapes like Seline does,

but I've got some really cool
square shapes for you.

- I had it first.
- I had it.

But I had it first.

Girls.

Lizzie, put that down right now.

- But, Daddy, I had it first.
- I said drop it!

Oh, my God. Are they okay?
Did they cut themselves?

- So sorry I left that out.
- It's okay.

You were right about
that being a pitchfork, literally.

Emphasis on pitch.

It's a tuning fork.

Why does the car
keep making that infernal noise?

Oh, it's reminding you
to put your seatbelt on.

Well, you can remind it that I'm immortal.

And this is how you choose
to spend that gift.

You just escaped
over 200 years of captivity.

Why aren't you on a beach in Saint-Tropez

sirening Channing Tatum
to give you foot massages?

No offense, but you got to admit,
this seems a little small

for a mythological creature
of your stature.

That's only 'cause you don't know
what awesomeness awaits you.

Now step on it.
We don't wanna miss round one.

That's what this is about?

You two fight each other to the death?

Well, I don't know about
the "each other" part.

That's why I brought you along
as my second.

So, you don't want me
to help you fight Sybil.

You actually want me
to help you fight Enzo?

Yeah, hardly a fair fight at that.

Hey, man. Nowhere in Sybil's fine print

did it say anything at all
about no backup.

And it's not my fault
you don't have any friends

- to stand up for you.
- Oh, yes, yes.

How naive of me
to think that you were my friend.

I tried to be your friend, Enzo.

I tried to convince you
to give yourself over to Sybil.

Hey, if Enzo can fight this,
why can't you, Damon?

'Cause it's pointless, Stefan.

We are in this mess
because he refuses to accept that.

If he'd just signed over
his pink slip to Sybil,

we wouldn't be here.

You can't kill Enzo.
Bonnie would never forgive you.

Don't bother, mate.

She's been messing around
in the recesses of his brain.

Toying with the safe places
in his subconscious.

Lord only knows the damage she's done.

Five minutes.

This is so exciting.

Oh, come on.
What happened to all that sassy back talk?

Oh, right, it's probably easier
to talk tough

when you had your magic to back it up.

What's wrong?
Is somebody feeling powerless right now?

But here's the ray of sunshine,

you actually have all the power.

Just say the word,
and you can decide who gets to live

and who gets to spend the rest of eternity
in never-ending emotional torment.

Oh, you guys know about that, right?

They're homicidal monsters.

They have done
the worst things imaginable.

Where do you think they're gonna end up?

Some cloud-filled after-life?

No.

They're going to the other place

where all they will know is loneliness
and despair forever and ever and ever.

And you two forget that
I don't care about anything anymore.

I'm just trying to stay alive.

He and I both know
what awaits us if we don't.

What about you, Caroline?

What do you think Bonnie should do?

Oh, you think Stefan is gonna swoop in

and save Bonnie from
having to make such an untenable choice.

That's putting a lot of faith
in your fiancé.

Enzo. You need to run.

Afraid I don't have enough freewill
left in the tank for that.

Stefan, what are you doing?

I didn't bring you here to be Switzerland.

When Damon and Enzo
start tearing each other apart,

do you really think Stefan is gonna
let Enzo kill his brother?

No. He's gonna choose Damon.

I brought you here
because you are my brother.

When that clock strikes 3:00,
I am counting on you to remember that.

Aww, poor Enzo.

Nobody's choosing him.

You're not even choosing him, Bonnie.

Are you just gonna sit there
and allow Enzo to die?

No.

You okay?

Yeah.

She's not dead.

At least now she has to walk.

I'm not letting you two kill each other.

You think I want this?

He's not gonna stop, Stefan,
but I will put him down if I have to,

and if you get in my way,
I will kill you, too.

We'll make it in time.

No, Sybil's right.

Stefan's gonna protect Damon,
no matter what.

I can't help him. I have no power.

She's right.

There's no one who can fight for him.

All right, kids are at the neighbors'.
Seline should be here in a half hour.

Tell her there's something
I have to take care of.

Yeah? There a giant piano
out of tune somewhere?

You know, Ric,
I could actually help you a lot better

with your "book,"
or whatever that's code for,

if you just told me
what's really going on.

You're right. I'm actually taking this
to go do battle

with a mythical creature
from the ancient world.

Wish me luck.

Little help over here, brother.

I can't let you do that.

Caroline, stay out of this.

I promised Bonnie.

Damon, no.

Damon, please.

Please, fight through this.

I know you can.

Damon, he's your friend!

Stop!

He can't.

The only one that can stop him is you.

Choose.

Damon. Damon, don't make me do this.

Sorry, not sorry, Bon.

I choose Enzo!

- What?
- Damon...

Kindly remove your hand
without the gentleman's heart in it.

No.

No. Bonnie, don't do this to me.

I know that somewhere deep down,

there's still some part of you left.

She couldn't have stripped it all away.

You're obnoxiously too stubborn
to let that happen.

I know my friend is still in there,
and I'm gonna have to live with that.

I just can't let him die.

I choose Enzo.

Ooh!

I'm getting all weepy.

So touching. So raw.

I know where I'm going when I die.

You can't send me there.

I'll fight every one of you.

Hmm.

So, Bonnie can't live without Enzo,

and clearly,
Stefan can't live without Damon,

but nobody's bothered
to ask me what I want.

You're the only one
that's truly committed around here, Damon.

You're an asset.

Enzo's nothing but a burden.

So, I guess my only real problem
is with you, Bonnie.

You chose wrong.

Which is why I'm gonna
have Damon kill you.

What?

Damon kills Bonnie,
I'll kill you,

then we can all get on with our lives.

Unless you give me what I want.

Turn off your humanity,
pledge your loyalty to me,

and then we can all go home happy.

Pinkie swear.

Don't trust her.

Sorry, love.
Not seeing many other options.

Enzo. Don't.

Yes, Enzo. Do.

You know you want to.

Come on, this is mercy.

You've seen what happens when you die.

What if your precious Bonnie
is due the same fate?

Save yourself.

Save your one true love.

Do it.

- Bonnie, Bonnie.
- What are you doing?

If anyone can pull me back
from the precipice, it's you.

I know you can.

No. No, no.

No, no.

No, no.

Finally.

Now, was that so hard?

Oh, one last thing.

Would you mind if I took back my promise
to spare Bonnie's life?

No objections here.

You're the best.

Bonnie, I'm gonna count down from 10,

and then I'm gonna let Damon
finish what he started.

Ten, nine...

Enzo, you sure you don't mind
if Damon rips your girlfriend to shreds?

Nah.

Eight...

So much for your indomitable love.

Seven...

Looks like Enzo's not gonna help you.

Six...

Pretty sure Stefan and Caroline
won't be much help either.

Five...

Bonnie, you really should be running now.

Four...

Damon, stop! Please!

Please.

You got one last decision to make, Bonnie.

It's multiple choice.

Neck snap, heart rip,

or just good, old-fashioned
tear your throat out.

I don't know who you are, but...

Aah!

Damon, it's over. You're free now.

I wish that were the case, Stefan.

But my work with her
is just getting started.

What work?

What does she want with you?

Apple sauce, penguin, brother.

Maybe now we'll get some answers.

You sure you can handle Enzo?

I'll be fine.

You know, if you need my help
getting him to the cabin--

I said I'll be fine.

Okay.

If it were up to you,
you would've picked Damon.

Yes.

And you would have done it knowing
that Enzo was the one fighting Sybil.

The one risking his life to help us.

- Yes.
- Let me ask you something.

What has Damon done?

Besides give up?

She doesn't mean that, she's just upset.

I'm gonna go stay with Bonnie tonight.

She needs me.
This has all been a lot for her.

I hated us being on the opposite side
of the fight today.

- I had to.
- I know.

I know what you had to do.

But I hated it.

I hate all this.

I hate it, too.

Dear Elena, where to begin...

Looks like you could use that.

Thanks.

Just trying to figure out a fresh, new way
to deliver the same bad news.

Well, I think your engagement
would qualify as good news.

I'm pretty sure
I forgot to say congratulations earlier.

Thanks.

Though I'm not sure today is how I wanted
to spend the first day of it.

Not to mention,
my best man just tried to take out

a good chunk of the wedding party.

Here you go.

You can leave the bottle. Thanks.

You know, I never had a brother.

You know, Damon was the closest thing.

And I have to believe that
if you have gotten him back before,

there has got to be a way to do it again.

I don't know. This is different.

I've never seen him like this before.

I really hoped that
when we put Sybil down,

it'd break whatever control
she had over him,

that he'd go back to being whatever
Damon's version of normal is again.

But somehow, some way,
she still has a hold of him.

I didn't know you cooked.

Listen, if you're gonna
be here all the time,

I'm gonna need to get
some more pancake batter.

Well, I'm only here
because you obviously want me here.

I think you've seen the light, Damon.

You know that true devotion to me
is the only way to save you

from that which you fear the most.

But we still have a lot of work to do.

Oh, yeah? What else is there to do?

You still have too many attachments.

Too many people willing to fight for you.

They still believe you can be saved.

We should work on that.

What do they call it?
Changing hearts and minds.

Hey, you all right?

Damon.

Lockwood.

Heard you haven't been yourself lately.

Oh, I am who I've always been.

Just got to keep proving it.

Your fight's not with me, man.

Nice hardware.

Armory standard issue?

You kill me,
you can say goodbye to everything.

No one forgives you for this.

I think we're way past that.

You have another option.

Walk away.

Fight whatever it is she wants you to do,
and get your life back.

Walk away, Damon.

Think about what you want
at the end of it all.

Think about who you want.

That's the problem.
I don't want any of it anymore.

- That's a lie.
- Is it?

I wouldn't even know.

Okay, then. Do it.

If this is it,
if this is the way I go out,

then let me go out as the face that
you can never erase from your brain.

The face that reminds you
to the end of time,

of the moment you gave up.

The moment you threw away
everything you've ever wanted,

to be a siren's little bitch.

Or maybe this will be
the thing that wakes you up,

and then maybe both our lives will be
worth something at the end of it all.

So go ahead, do it.

Tear me apart.

Do it!

Damon.

Damon, wait!