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"So I’ve been doing so around photocopies of a newspaper article The article was in English, but from a Swiss paper, dated five years before The headline read WOMAN’S DEATH RULED ANIMAL ATTACK

"You think this is Jack killing sohtfully "Look at how they describe it Her throat was torn open, she was almost completely drained of blood Definitely a vampire"

Alaric shook his head "Based on the journal Damon found, Jack’s only been a vampire for three years," he told them "But look--at the end" He tapped the last line of the article with one finger Lucia di Russo is survived by two sisters and her fiancé, Henrik Goetsch

"Okay…" Bonnie said "Is this supposed to et it"

"Henrik is Jack," Alaric said, grinning "Once Ipersons reports, I was able to find out why he turned from scientist to vampire"

"Pretty impressive detective work," Matt said

"So was Jack--Henrik--experi on this wo horrified

"I don’t think so," Alaric said "We don’t have any record of hi interest in vampires before Lucia was killed I think this is when he discovered they were real"

"And instead of being horrified, he decided he wanted to be one," Bonnie reerly Her shining eyes flew to Matt’s "We know he started it all with real vampire blood"

Matt explained that Jasmine had used the lab equipment at the hospital to analyze the blood she had drawn from Damon’s captive It was clear that Jack hadn’t, after all, just transforery as they’d thought There had been a real vampire’s blood in the erly "What if it was his fiancée’s killer?"

"We don’t have any proof of that," Elena said, leaning forward intently, her golden hair swinging forward around her face "But whoever it was, he would have needed soot the blood froive hily…"

Alaric was nodding "That va about him"

Matt shifted in his seat and let out a frustrated huff of breath "But that doesn’t really do us any good, does it? If Jack’s going around trying to kill all the regular va he did was kill this one Even if he didn’t, we don’t knoho the va to find out"

Elena raised her head and fixed Bonnie with a shining gaze "Bonnie can do it"

"I can?" Bonnie asked, thrown off balance

"Sure!" Elena said "If we still have the blood, you can do a locator spell It’ll be easy for you, you’re so powerful now"

Bonnie bit her lip, worried "But the blood we have doesn’t even belong to the va to use your own blood to find your grandparents" Her ht work Blood was powerful stuff--even huic in it It was life, vitality, and connection If she could follow those connections…

"I’d need some of the synthetic vampire blood," she said dubiously

"I have that," Jas into her purse and pulled out a sht need it"

Bonnie irl could see the ideas sparking in herat her "Tell me hoe can help"

Under Bonnie’s direction, they cleared the table and dihts "Candles," Bonnie told them decisively "Red ones, if you have the up one red candle and three white ones, which they grouped at the center of the table

Bonnie headed into Alaric and Meredith’s kitchen and puttered around, opening drawers and cabinets, until she found a marble mortar and pestle She’d left so around in the cabinet under the sink to find them Ground mastic and juniper berries would help with divination, she thought, and there was soood for finding lost objects-- for vampires, too

She dumped the herbs into the mortar and poured a little sandalwood oil over the it back out to the living room, she plunked it down on the table in front of the candles

Elena handed her a book of matches and Bonnie carefully lit the candles, then reached to take the vial of blood froulated a bit When she tipped it over above the pile of herbs, it trickled out, leaving a thick filing over Bonnie’s shoulder "What if we need to do it again?"

"I don’t want tothe vial "They need to burn" She handed the vial, a third of its contents gone, back to Jasmine, and reached for another match

The blood- and oil-drizzled herbs s noise as they slowly began to burn Bonnie fixed her eyes on the sht candle fla and let her eyes slip out of focus, a deep cale of Power, Bonnie pushed outward, letting her mind expand The red trickle of blood froh veins, drunk by vae of blood Jack’s hands holding a syringe