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Quick and painless — that was a lie. There was nothing quick or painless about having your neck broken. Maybe it seemed quick and relatively painless to the inflicter and the observer, but to the one experiencing that 'quick and painless' death, the brief moments that seemed to go on for hours and sharp spikes of pain unlike anything you've ever felt before said otherwise.
It hurt. It hurt a lot, and the darkness that enveloped him while he waited out his return wasn't exactly what you'd call comforting. Unsettling was more like it. There was nothing. Nothing but a dark veil cast over you, like you were underwater and unable to surface.
But eventually that ice cracked and Matt surged past it, taking a great big gulp of air that went rushing into his lungs so powerfully it startled him. He bolted upright, bumping against the cool metal of the railing that gnashed against the line of his spine. Vision still blurry, a rush of sounds assaulted him: birds, footsteps, voices, and the distinct sound of waves slapping against the side of a boat.
He'd only been on a boat once, with Elena's family out at the lake before her parents passed away, but the sound of water rushing against the side of a boat stuck with him as one of the most soothing sounds he's ever heard.
It had him twisting around and grasping the railing to peer down over it, to try and get an idea of where the hell he was. Had Damon gone back on his word and done away with his body? Had Elena? Had their attempt to get her to turn it back on gone awry?
Matt couldn't say. All he knew was that he wasn't where he should be, this wasn't exactly a boat, and there was a strong possibility that the ring hadn't worked like Damon said he would and death was having a good laugh at his expense over daring to trust the word of a Salvatore.
It hurt. It hurt a lot, and the darkness that enveloped him while he waited out his return wasn't exactly what you'd call comforting. Unsettling was more like it. There was nothing. Nothing but a dark veil cast over you, like you were underwater and unable to surface.
But eventually that ice cracked and Matt surged past it, taking a great big gulp of air that went rushing into his lungs so powerfully it startled him. He bolted upright, bumping against the cool metal of the railing that gnashed against the line of his spine. Vision still blurry, a rush of sounds assaulted him: birds, footsteps, voices, and the distinct sound of waves slapping against the side of a boat.
He'd only been on a boat once, with Elena's family out at the lake before her parents passed away, but the sound of water rushing against the side of a boat stuck with him as one of the most soothing sounds he's ever heard.
It had him twisting around and grasping the railing to peer down over it, to try and get an idea of where the hell he was. Had Damon gone back on his word and done away with his body? Had Elena? Had their attempt to get her to turn it back on gone awry?
Matt couldn't say. All he knew was that he wasn't where he should be, this wasn't exactly a boat, and there was a strong possibility that the ring hadn't worked like Damon said he would and death was having a good laugh at his expense over daring to trust the word of a Salvatore.
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But Tyler is constantly vigilante, all too away Klaus could show up on the ship any day now. And he won't let the hybrid take his mother from him twice. That just isn't an option.
But he doesn't voice his paranoid Klaus issues too often so much as he just keeps them to himself.
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Then she takes a step back and glances around. "Can I get you guys anything? I may have some soda or something."
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He looks down at his hand and the dark, enchanted stone in the Gilbert ring. After a moment of consideration, Matt tugs it off and grabs Tyler's wrist so he can press the ring into his friend's hand.
"Here. She needs this more than I do."
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"You sure, man?"
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"Sure about what?"
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"Giving you the Gilbert Ring."
He lets that hang in the air, unsure of whether or not Carol knows what the Gilbert Ring is. All the Gilberts who were on the Founder's Council wore it, so there's a good possibility she has prior knowledge of it.
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In case something, or someone, ends up on the ship that tries to hurt her again
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Magic is complicated, at best. Dangerous at it's worst.
She glances between the two boys for a moment, trying to make sense of it all, and she eventually looks back at Matt again. "Are you sure? You're the one who's going to have to go back, not me." If he goes back. It's hard to tell with the boat.