Lacey sighed. It was going to be a long week, she could already feel it in her bones. This little coffin-jacking heist was going to be the end of her, and she wasn't afraid to admit she knew that. Of course, she would be taking necessary precautions to assure Elena's safety as well as her sister's, and then if she had time she would worry about her own. That was how she always was though, she put things before herself. She and her sister were assigned this task and that had to be kept, so it took priority over her... And her sister was her sister... She would always protect her, even if she was mad at her. She was the only person she had left anymore.
With a sigh she walked into the old, rundown house where she and Stefan had stashed the coffins to find he was there with Bonnie. "What's going on? You told me not to tell anyone." she nearly spat, but Stefan gave her a look.
"Bonnie is going to help us hide them, along with the witch spirits. They hate Klaus nearly as much as we do." he informed her and she nodded, shooting him an odd look.
"Then what did you need me here for?" she asked, and he sighed.
"Klaus knows we took his coffins. Well, more me than you." he said and Lacey closed her eyes.
"Don't you think it will look shady if I don't appear around town... If I act like I'm hiding? Think for a moment on these things Stefan, and then proceed to act." she said, and when she went to move, he ran in front of her. "I'm older and stronger than you, I don't think that it's wise to get in my way."
"You need to stay here, I need to get a few things and Bonnie shouldn't be here alone." he said, and she sighed.
"Fine. Go." she hissed before she leaned against the wall, looking at Bonnie. "Pushy much?"
"Very." she nodded.
Klaus sighed, sitting at the Grill with a glass of scotch in his hand and the bottle it had come from before he let out a long disgruntled sigh. What kind of game did Stefan Salvatore think he was playing? What did he think he would get from this other than pain and anguish? Still, Klaus couldn't help but admire the sheer viciousness of the attack. He had taken the one thing he knew Klaus held dearest to him... His family. That just meant his strike back would have to be harder and heavier than what Stefan was doing. But what could he do?
Hurt those he loved? That seemed overly done, and he needed some of the people that Stefan loved alive. Violence always seemed to work with this lot, but where would he start? Well, he already had that figured out, and with Jeremy Gilbert in the palm of his hand he knew that it would be his first strike. It wouldn't be long before he snapped and used that against. Hurt those dearest to his beloved.... That would work.
Elena was never at a loss for loved ones. Her compassion was crippling even to him, and a satisfied smirk fell over his face as he continued to drink. Then the door opened and there was Damon Salvatore. He would ignore him for now... Things would get interesting later.