Previously on "The Vampire Diaries"...
- I'm Elena. - I'm Stefan.
Love brought me to Mystic Falls.
Love drove me away.
I love you, Damon.
Silas.
Hello, my shadow self.
And even though we've lost so much...
Bonnie is dead, Elena.
Can't believe she's gone.
What are you doing to my brother?
Stefan.
I have no idea who you people are.
Our enemies still line up against us.
Which one of you is Katherine Pierce?
She is.
I need her alive.
What do you want with me, Silas?
Your blood is the cure, Katherine.
I'm Dr. Maxfield.
Good news about having vampire blood
in your system is, that's step one
to creating a new vampire.
This is step two.
♪The Vampire Diaries 05x05 ♪ Monster's Ball Original Air Date on October 31, 2013
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Dr. Maxfield, please.
Why are you doing this?
My insides, they're burning up.
I'm hungry.
Subject 62547.
After his initial transition, 62547
has undergone 3 day without feeding.
Subject is weak but lucid.
Upper left and right cuspid normal
after blood stimulus is removed.
What are you doing to me?
Pupils are at full dilation.
Sensitivity to light--
sensitivity to light an obvious 11
on a scale from one to 10.
What the hell is happening to me?
Why am I so hungry?
What are you doing to me?
Subject is confused yet self-aware.
Personality seems intact.
Hunger remains primary focus.
All in all appears to be a perfect candidate.
Dear diary,
do you ever get sick of me writing about death?
It's been 4 days since Bonnie died--
or 4 days since I found out Bonnie died.
She wanted me to go back to school,
so here I am, back at school--
studying, going to class,
trying to move on like everyone else.
Stefan had it easiest.
He doesn't even remember Bonnie,
not that anybody has seen him except for Caroline,
who's back with Tyler.
He's been a healthy distraction for her,
to say the least...
And I've adopted my own distraction--
Dr. Wes Maxfield.
My roommate was killed by a vampire.
Dr. Maxfield covered it up, and I'd like to know why.
Welcome back.
See you at the costume ball tonight?
I wouldn't miss it.
Besides, the more I have to think about,
the less time I have to miss Bonnie...
I'm right here, Elena,
and I miss you, too.
But in the meantime,
I choose to believe that she's watching over me
because that's who Bonnie is.
Busted.
Hey.
Hey, miss avoiding me for 3 days.
Avoiding you? What? We've been talking.
Texting one time.
"Want to be my plus one at a costume ball?"
Winky face.
And you never replied.
So I'm guessing this special, in-person visit
means yes.
Definitely will maybe consider thinking about it.
It's at 8:00. Caroline got us costumes.
- Where you going? - To class.
I'm late.
Oh, before I forget, I talked to the registrar,
and your major is-- drum roll--Sociology...
How about we don't talk
about my major right now?
And I compelled you a single.
Definitely don't want to talk about my dorm room.
Well, we could talk about the hybrid-sized jerk
that you've been for not calling me back ever.
How many times do you want me to tell you?
I've been helping a werewolf pack
in the land of no cell phone reception.
Well, lucky for you, I figured out a way
for you to make up for it.
I thought I did make up for it
a couple dozen times.
You are escorting me
to the Whitmore historical ball.
The what?
It's the one time a year where they put
their whole collection on display, and everyone
dresses up as famous historical figures.
I got Stefan a costume. Even he's going.
Come on, Tyler.
I mean, how cute will we be as Bonnie and Clyde?
Seriously?
You're right. Let's not talk.
Hey.
I'm Elena.
Megan used to be my roommate.
Did you know her?
We knew each other growing up.
Oh, wow.
I'm sorry.
Pretty sad memorial, huh?
Guess it's not exactly cool
to mourn during fall rush.
Everyone mourns differently.
Some do flowers.
Other do what their loved ones would've wanted.
Yeah. Well, what Megan would have wanted
was to still be here alive.
They said she committed suicide.
Yeah. I know. That's what they said.
So then what do you think happened?
Yeah. If you care about her,
get her sunflowers.
She liked those.
Hey, do you have a name?
Yeah. I do.
Cut to the chase, Silas. What do you want?
I want Katherine Pierce.
What do you think I want?
So do I, which is why I took her away from you.
You can have your brown-eyed bitch of a cure
for immortality when I'm done.
But you've had her all night long.
So how much longer do you need?
Aren't you immortal?
What's a few more hours to you?
Here's the thing, Nadia.
I don't really care about what you need.
I only care about what I need.
I'm a little selfish like that.
Then why don't you mind-control a whole town
of people and find out where I'm holding her?
Right. You can't.
I'm very well aware of my current
super power predicament, thank you very much,
and even though my brain is on the Fritz,
thanks to an ex-fiancée stalker witch
who can't seem to take a hint,
that doesn't mean that I'm not still brilliant
and crafty and becoming rapidly well-versed
in the power of cell phone tracking.
Little tip, woman to woman--
don't piss off the diabolical ones,
and if you're gonna hold me hostage,
the least you can do is feed my properly.
We'll eat lunch on the road.
Let's get out of here.
Or just hand me over,
let him take his little sip of my blood
so that he can cure himself of immortality,
and we can all be on our merry way
back to finer accommodations.
A little tip, woman to woman--
don't offer to hand yourself over to the diabolical ones
when you don't know the whole story.
Indulge me. What's the whole story?
Silas needs more than just a sip
to cure himself.
He needs every last drop of your blood in your body.
But I'm a human now. If he did that, then--
You die.
Now come on. Let's go.
So, as we know,
in a psychotic lapse of judgment,
Bonnie brought you back to life
and died in the process.
May she rest in peace.
She's actually right over there.
Whatever. Look.
The whole point is, I just happen to know
a supernatural being who just happens
to want to die, and in the spirit
of nature needing balance
and life for a life and all that stuff,
I just think it would be a huge waste
of a perfectly good death.
What are you talking about?
Something Elena doesn't need to know about
until it works.
Wait. You want to work with Silas?
So...
Why did you call me?
Same reason you answered.
You need help,
and I'm gonna help you.
From the beginning, Silas' whole
bad-guy plan was to kill himself,
pass on to wherever he was gonna pass on to,
and reunite with his dead girlfriend Amara.
I want to use his death
to bring Bonnie back to life.
What makes you think that I need help?
Well, for starters, you're still here,
as in why do you suck so badly at killing yourself?
To die, he has to be mortal.
If he's mortal, then he's a witch,
and if he dies as a witch,
then he's stuck on the other side forever.
He already tried to bring down
the veil to the other side.
He failed.
Maybe he has a plan "B."
Maybe he wants to do more than just drop the veil
and let all the ghosts out.
She knows I can't hear her, right?
She thinks Silas wants to destroy
the other side completely.
Powerful spells are bound by something
even more powerful--
the moon, a comet, a doppelganger.
The other side was made 2,000 years ago,
and it still exists.
That means she must have bound it to something
that could exist just as long.
A mystical anchor.
That's what binds her spell to the other side.
I want to destroy it.
Qetsiyah, or Tessa or whatever the hell
she's calling herself these days,
she wants to protect it.
So she's the only person that knows
where the anchor is hidden, but fortunately,
she will be at the Whitmore historical ball
this evening.
Really? Mm.
Thought you said you lost all
of your psychic powers.
Oh, I did, but I still have
my incredible powers of observation,
and I observed her buying a Cleopatra costume today.
Back to my original question, let's say
Silas destroys the other side,
cures himself, becomes a witch.
Is it supernaturally possible that he can
do a spell that swaps her life for his life
once he--pfft-- kills himself?
Supernaturally, yeah, it's possible,
but this is the same Silas who murdered my father.
He's ruthless, and whatever spell
he could do, there'll be some consequences.
There always is. So no. My answer is, definitely not.
What'd she say? Tell me?
- She's in. - What?
So we have a deal.
Well, we have half a deal.
I'm resurrecting some witch with my death,
but we have yet to discuss how you're helping me.
Well, you've yet to tell me what you want.
Oh, it's fairly simple, actually.
I want you to kill your brother.
I've been tailing you for 500 years.
There are a few things I'd like to clear up.
Why would I tell you anything?
You indulge me in some answers,
and I will let you go.
Really?
My freedom in exchange for a little Q&A?
Hmm. Ok.
In 1864, there was
a vampire roundup in Mystic Falls.
Was there? I'm bad with dates.
Word on the street is that you sold out
many vampires, including your best friend Pearl
and her daughter Annabelle.
I was running from Klaus.
I needed to jet solo.
I threw a couple of vampire names
on the hit list.
Sue me.
I also impersonated a teenager to get
my ex-boyfriends to make out with me,
staged a fake fight to trigger
my lover's werewolf curse, ooh,
and I chopped off this douchey guy's fingers
with a butcher knife once.
That was cool.
What about ripping a mother away from her daughter,
having her killed for your own benefit?
What are you getting at?
Now a little bit about me.
I had myself turned into a vampire to hunt you,
to even the playing field,
to track your every move for however long
it took me until I found you,
and I did this
because you killed my mother.
It happened in Paris,
1645.
I go to Paris for shoes.
The shoes I remember.
Everything else requires a few more details.
Her name was Lily Atoma.
You were on the run from Klaus.
She took you in,
but when his minions showed up,
you pointed at my mom, and you said,
"that is Katerina Petrova.
She is the one you want."
So they took her away.
You were never gonna let me go, were you?
No, but I'd hate for you to die on an empty stomach.
Time to go.
You need to call Damon and tell him you lied.
So I can lie for you all summer as your
witch translator, but when it's something I want--
Silas is too dangerous.
And bringing me back to life wasn't?
Oh, right, it killed you.
I brought you back because
Elena needed you.
Now she needs you.
What about the consequences?
Haven't we learned this by now?
When you abuse magic, there's always a price.
What is worse than this?
What is worse than seeing you
and hearing you...
And not being able to feel you?
This isn't enough anymore.
Let Damon try to bring you back.
Wow.
All of this, and you weren't
even on the dance committee.
I may have e-mailed them a few suggestions.
Did I mention you're the hottest serial killer in here?
Well, considering the crowd,
I'll take that as a compliment.
I thought you got Stefan a costume.
He's James Dean. I went easy on him.
I figured, between the blood lust drama,
the Damon-Elena drama, the amnesia drama,
he's been through enough.
Hey, dance with me.
I'm buzzed, and I'm on the verge
of having a good time.
Have fun. I'll get us drinks.
Lady Anne Boleyn.
Now, who in their right mind
would cut off a head so gorgeous?
Uh, you, my King,
my not-so-loving husband.
Well, maybe I can dance my way
out of this doghouse.
Yeah, maybe. Maybe later.
Ooh, or maybe you can tell me
what's going on with you.
Come on.
Bonnie died 3 months ago, and what was I doing?
I was having the summer of my life with you.
Ah, guilt.
Don't know it, but I've heard
it can be a real bitch.
I know that it's not my fault that Bonnie died,
but it is my fault for not figuring it out sooner.
Elena, you are allowed to be happy
once in a blue moon.
Besides, Jeremy was lying to us all summer.
I should've figured it out, Damon.
I know that it's not the same,
but I'm not gonna let Megan's death
fall through the cracks, too.
Who the hell is that?
It's Megan's hometown friend, i.e. the latest person
of interest in the Whitmore mystery.
I'll be right back.
Hey, whatever your name is.
Nice T-shirt, understated.
Hey, whatever you're supposed to be.
Anne Boleyn,
pre-beheading, obviously.
Impressed.
So does a costume compliment earn me,
like, a formal introduction?
Why do you want to know who I am?
Did you kill Megan?
Of course not.
Then why are you acting so shady?
Because everyone around me dies.
It's like a curse.
My friends, my family-- one by one, I've lost
every single person in my life.
So if you had any idea what survivor's guilt
felt like, you'd leave me alone.
Forget about my questions.
It's Aaron. My name.
I'll see you around maybe.
Where I come from, open bar meant
ceramic jugs of Phoenician wine.
Ok.
You have no idea who I am, do you?
No offense, but actually, I have
no idea who a lot of people are.
Tessa,
formerly known as Qetsiyah.
The girl who wiped my memories.
Nothing personal, little ex-boyfriend drama.
Let me make it up to you,
buy you an "I'm sorry" drink.
More like an "I'm sorry" keg.
Come on, cuz.
You, my brother, make a terrible wingman.
Trust me, last guy to hit on her
is still paying for it.
So what, exactly, are we doing here?
Well...
Hello, me.
So you want to explain to me
why I just killed my brother?
Well, Tessa's spell mentally linked us.
I lost my psychic abilities.
Stefan lost his memories.
And this severed the link?
Yes, Damon. I can read your mind again.
No. I'm not lying, and maybe you enjoyed
breaking your brother's neck
just a little bit too much.
Sold.
I'll cozy up to the witch
and sift through her mind,
figure out where she's hiding the anchor,
and you, all you got to do is keep him dead.
Isn't Tess gonna be slightly suspicious
when the man whose brain she just fried
is all of a sudden showing interest in her?
Of all the men here,
Tessa went straight for Stefan.
This face won her heart before.
See, a woman never forgets her first love,
no matter how badly it ended.
Ah, look who's back.
Am I in trouble?
Well, according to my brother,
I am supposed to hate you.
And do you?
I'll tell you after that drink.
Good. You like Tequila.
Yes, but not as much as bacon.
In my day, it was all about lamb.
No one thought to cure pig fat.
God, you have the most beautiful smile.
You gonna stare at it all night,
or are you gonna ask me to dance?
Hey, you want to get out of here?
These costumes come with handcuffs,
and you have a single.
Look, Care.
I didn't just come back here to get you in bed.
I know. It's just...
A happy by-product of us
being in school together.
No. I mean--
What?
I'm just really glad to be here.
So what brings you to a college costume ball?
Look at me.
Last time I looked this good,
I couldn't enjoy it.
Oh, that's right, the whole
"being stood up at your wedding" thing.
You shouldn't know that.
I told you that before I fried your memories.
Ok. You got me.
I might have asked around about you.
And I'm paranoid.
That's what I get for trying to marry
a lying, manipulative bastard.
Oh, come on.
The guy must've had some redeeming qualities.
I mean, we know he was obviously
extremely good-looking...
But, I mean, was the guy at least funny?
Are you defending him?
No, no. It's just that you've been
on this revenge kick for 2,000 years,
and maybe hating him is an excuse
to keep him in your life.
There's a part of you that still loves him.
Now, I really hope he thinks that.
I want to see his face when he realizes
just how wrong he is.
Ok. I got to admit, there's a part of me
that just wanted to hear you say that you still love me.
That's how big my ego is,
but since you're obviously in denial--
- Oh, my God, Silas... - Ok.
Now, where's the anchor to the other side?
I don't know. I'm looking for it, too.
What do you mean, you don't know?
You created it. Yes.
I created it, but the Travelers
hid it after they killed me.
They move it constantly.
So what are you doing here?
My pendant is in one of these displays.
It's a magical talisman that enhances my powers.
I need it to do a locator spell
so I can find the anchor.
Well, then get to it
and forget everything we just spoke about.
Thank you for the dance.
Thank you.
Hey, hey, breaking my neck, huh?
Yeah.
Pumping me full of Vervain.
All we need is a Damon-sized rationalization.
Oh, the new you sucks.
How would the old me deal with this,
barrel full of laughs?
He'd know it wasn't about him.
Oh, who's it about, Damon, huh,
about you, desperation to prove to Elena
that you're a worthy boyfriend?
I'm gonna get her best friend back, ok?
There you are.
Having trouble getting that out?
I grazed your heart on purpose.
Which means you didn't want me dead?
You still want something.
I do.
I want to know why you made up that fake story
about your mom.
It was a test. You failed.
I knew it was a fake story.
By 1645, I'd been running from Klaus
for a century and a half.
There's no way any of his minions
would have mistaken anyone for me,
but you know how my brain works, right?
So you must have known that I wouldn't have fallen
for that sob story.
I wanted to get under your skin,
and it worked because here you are.
What kind of sick game are you playing?
It's not a game, Katherine.
You did kill my mother, only it wasn't in Paris.
It was in a little cottage in England,
and it wasn't 1645.
It was April 6, 1492,
and she was all alone,
exiled by her family two years earlier.
You stuck her head in a noose,
pushed her off the chair,
and snapped her neck.
Who are you?
My name...
is Nadia Petrova...
And you're my mother.
No.
You look like a woman on her way to the guillotine.
Actually, she was beheaded with a sword.
See? And that's why I teach Bio.
And you are Abe Lincoln?
Dr. Jekyll.
Ah, ok. Yeah. I can see that.
So where's Mr. Hyde?
I don't know.
I'm not responsible for my darker half.
So would it be totally inappropriate
if a student asked you to dance?
Who could refuse a Queen?
Besides, you're not, nor will you ever be,
one of my students.
Major points for the dance moves,
but zero points for lying
on my roommate's death certificate.
Look. I didn't want to lie,
but I couldn't exactly tell her parents
a mountain lion attacked her at a frat party.
I'd be fired.
Want to know my theory?
What's that?
I think a vampire hunted her down,
ripped her throat out,
and threw her off that roof.
What do you know about vampires?
Doesn't matter what I know, Elena,
because we're never gonna see
each other again.
And why is that?
Because there are people at this school
watching you and your friends
and asking questions you don't want them to ask.
So pack your things, drop out,
and move back to Mystic Falls.
Hey...
Here you are.
What are you doing?
Look, Care.
I can't do the college thing right now.
Yeah. I completely understand.
I have been pushing way too hard,
and, you know, you need
to make your own decisions.
Point is, you're back, and we're together.
Do you know the reason we're together?
It's because Klaus granted us permission
to be together.
I'm sorry, but I can't live like that.
I see. So this is about Klaus.
No. This is about me.
He killed my mom and got away with it.
I can't just start caring
about sociology and frat parties.
You haven't even given it a chance.
I didn't come here to give it a chance.
You came here to say good-bye.
I need to go after him.
I need to find a way to destroy his life
like he destroyed mine.
You know what, Tyler?
For someone who hates Klaus,
you certainly sound a lot like him.
Stefan.
Come to see the show?
What are you doing?
I'm using this pendant to find something
I'm looking for, and I found it.
Good.
Stefan?
You awake?
Stefan?
♪ Stefan?
You alive again?
How does it feel, brother?
Stefan...
Stefan, are you ok?
Tessa, that's Silas.
No.
He's working with my brother.
Everything he said to you was a lie.
That's all he knows how to do--lie.
You know where the anchor is.
Too bad you won't be around to find it.
You can't kill me.
I don't have to kill you yet.
You love me. You know you love me.
I did love you...
And then you broke my heart,
and now I'm gonna break yours...
Or at least stop it from working
so your blood can't flow
and your veins dry up
and you rot from the inside out
so the world can see you exactly as you are--
a cold, gray, hideous,
monster.
Where do you think you're going?
- What? - Give them. Come on.
I'm fine.
He said, releasing molecules
of alcohol on his breath.
You know, you sound like that dad
who thinks he's cool, but isn't.
Well, I'll settle for that very uncool
and mildly responsible legal guardian.
Keys...Now.
Can I have some money for a cab?
I mean, you do manage my trust, right?
I saw you talking to Elena Gilbert.
Do yourself a favor.
Stay away from that one.
Why?
Because behind my very uncool exterior,
I do care about you, Aaron.
Whatever.
Be safe.
Oh, my God. Stefan.
That ain't Stefan.
Silas? Damn it.
What the hell is going on?
Looks like Tessa had her way with him.
So if that's Silas,
then he's not a problem anymore.
This is a good thing, right?
Actually, no.
It's a very, very bad thing.
You're a fool not to run.
Silas will find you.
Or he won't.
You're the one who said it.
I'm pretty good at dodging the diabolical ones.
Besides, Silas doesn't need me
until he figures out how to destroy the other side.
If he cures himself before then,
he goes back to being a witch.
He dies as a witch, well, he's stuck
in supernatural Purgatory.
There's just been one outstanding question
that's just been nagging at me
for the last 500 years.
Where were you in 1498?
I don't know. I was 8. Why?
Because by 1498, I'd escaped,
ditched the people that were chasing me,
and found my way back to Bulgaria.
I searched every village,
every cottage, but I couldn't find you.
You went back?
Yes, Nadia.
I went back for you.
It's nice to meet you.
Hey.
- Care... - Wait.
I've been thinking about it,
and I've decided that...
I'm not going to have this conversation again.
I can't just sit here while I'm waiting
for you to come back.
I don't want that, either.
Then stay.
Just be the love of my life.
Just love me more than you hate him.
I'm sorry, Care. I can't do that.
No. No. No!
Don't you dare walk away from me.
I swear to God, Tyler, if you take
one more step, we are done, ok?
No more surprises,
no more excuses, no more chances.
We are done.
So professor blondie knows about vampires?
He said that if I don't drop out of school,
the wrong people are gonna start
asking the right questions.
Ugh, that's not good.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know, but all I do know
is that finding out the truth about Megan
isn't gonna bring Bonnie back.
Yeah. Well, neither is a desiccated Silas
in our living room.
So the only way for Silas to trade in
his life for Bonnie's is if he's a witch,
but the only way to become a witch
is to have the cure.
Yep.
What?
Now, who could that be?
Why, hello.
What's so urgent? I'm on the run.
Don't exactly have time for a pit stop.
Or maybe I do.
Maybe I have all the time in the world.
Katherine Pierce eludes death yet again--
and you two finally did
something right for once.
How does it feel?
Thrilling.
Damon, no.
He needs the cure to become a witch.
No!
No. No. No, Damon. No, no, please.
He need all of my blood. It'll kill me, Damon.
Damon, please, I don't want to die.
I don't want to die, Damon.
I don't want to die. Please.
Good-bye, Katherine.
Do you hear that?
You've got to be kidding me.
Takes a licking, keeps on ticking.
Am I in hell?
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