[Wait. The camera. Rick's got the camera on him? Damon blinks once at it, at the picture. One of the many scribbles on that wall. His gaze lands back on Alaric's ring. He's so used to seeing it on Alaric's finger, but it clicks suddenly that it shouldn't be there. The ring's turned into an indestructible saran wrap for the stake. It could be Jeremy's. Could be.
Something tells him no. Damon came with his wallet, car keys, and his phone. The clothes on his back. From the sounds of it, so did everyone else. Rick should've arrived with the stake, not the ring and the camera. He should've arrived as a vampire. This is feeling less and less like memory loss and more and more like someone's set back the clock. Which is impossible.
But so were werewolves, once upon a time.
Damon shifts his weight, weighing his next answer. Credit where credit's due, Bonnie's the one who put Klaus down. Rick just shoved a piece of white oak in the guy after. That, however, is not what's important. It's not what Rick needs to know.]
Esther turned you. The Original witch. She made one last vampire from scratch. Original vampire hunter for the Original vampires.
action.
Something tells him no. Damon came with his wallet, car keys, and his phone. The clothes on his back. From the sounds of it, so did everyone else. Rick should've arrived with the stake, not the ring and the camera. He should've arrived as a vampire. This is feeling less and less like memory loss and more and more like someone's set back the clock. Which is impossible.
But so were werewolves, once upon a time.
Damon shifts his weight, weighing his next answer. Credit where credit's due, Bonnie's the one who put Klaus down. Rick just shoved a piece of white oak in the guy after. That, however, is not what's important. It's not what Rick needs to know.]
Esther turned you. The Original witch. She made one last vampire from scratch. Original vampire hunter for the Original vampires.
[Well, you can't say it lacked poetry.]