Stefan meets Klaus on the Gilbert Gables porch. Since he killed the original Brotherhood of the Five, he knows the score. "The hunters were spelled by witches to kill vampires. If you prevent one from fulfilling his destiny, then he'll take you down with him. [...] I mean Connor's death won't prevent him from making Elena his final vampire kill. She'll need to come with me, now. I'll lock her up." There's bickering between the two. She's not going anywhere with you. Blah blah blah. She'll kill herself if she doesn't. Blah blee bloo.
Elena's Room. Clean, showered and dressed, Elena looks in the mirror. When the ghost (or whatever) of Connor appears, she gasps and turns toward him. Connor wipes his fingers across his neck would and offers the drippings to Elena. This should give me chills or make me think of things to come, but instead I just start thinking about Thanksgiving Day gravy. I'm not hosting Thanksgiving, but I've got things to cook and buy. Why do I do this to myself? There's a lot of rationalization from Elena, but none of it helps me. It's all about her, per usual. Also, there's a lot of, "You're a monster," muahahaha from Connor. When Damon approaches, Elena still sees Connor instead, so she runs outside. Once she's on the porch, Klaus grabs her and Stealth-Salvatores her away. Damon looks at Stefan like, "YOU SUCK," which seems weird, because Damon's the one that let her run outside in the first place. Commercial.
Mystic Falls High School. Interior. Jeremy is inspecting his hunter's mark when Matt joins him. Jeremy asks Matt if he can see it, but of course he can't because it's a MAGICAL tattoo. Matt must be a Buffy fan, because he asks the Germ if this makes him a, "Chosen One," or something. The boys are interrupted by adorability incarnate: April.
Professor Shane is with April, and is that sort of friendly which is immediately suspect. He's carrying a rock which he claims is the world's oldest tombstone, but still manages to shake our boys' hands. Oh and he says his first name is Atticus, which makes me scream at my TV because Atticus Finch was the best, and Prof. Shane is clearly not. Oh my word, my husband is in the other room and just turned on the TV to find To Kill a Mockingbird. That's a sign. Be right back.
Two Hours Later...