Chapter Three

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           "Elijah's here." Stefan says, knocking on my bedroom door. I take one last good look in my full length mirror and then let him in. He's leaning on the door case, smirking.

           "What's so funny?" I ask as he shrugs.

           "Nothing... I just can't believe you're still ignoring Damon."

          I roll my eyes and push past him. I'm so not in the mood to talk about this. "I'm done with him, alright? End of story." I walk down the staircase and see Elijah and Damon talking in the foyer. As soon as they notice I'm in the room, their conversation ceases.

           "Right on time," Elijah adds looking at his watch. "Shall we?" He asks, smiling.

           "Why of course." We start to walk outside but Damon steps in front of us.

           "Okay, fine. I get it, you're mad, I'm sorry. Happy now?" He asks.

           I glare at him. "What are you talking about?"

           "You can't be serious, Grace! You're walking into a lion's den! I know you're just doing this to get back at me, and now you have, so I believe you can stop this whole charade now."

            "Yeah, Stefan, I think it's finally time you get your brother a psychiatrist!" I yell and continue out the door, Elijah right beside me.

           "He's certainly something, isn't he?" Elijah adds, opening the car door for me.

           "Oh, yes. But I'm afraid if I answered that question, I'd no longer be angelic..." He laughs and gets in the driver's side. "So, what's this special present?"

           "You're getting ready to find out."

           "Oh, come on, Elijah, tell me! We were never any good at keeping secrets from each other!" I whine.

           "Same old, Grace, I see. Still can't handle surprises..."

           "Okay, then don't tell me... But can I ask questions?"

           He shrugs. "I suppose."

           "Okay, is it large gift?"

           "Depends on what you call large."

           "Like a car?"

           I shook his head. "No, not that big."

           "Okay, small? Like jewelry?"

           "Nope."

           I think a moment before continuing. "Well, if it's not small and not large, what else is there?"

           He chuckles. "Medium sized."

           "So not funny, Elijah, so not funny... Is it something I can wear?"

           "No."

           "Can I eat it?"

           "No."

           "Can you at least give me a hint?" I beg.

           "No. You're just gonna have to find out yourself."

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