Chapter Eight

Emilia blew out an exhausted sigh as she jabbed her fist into the red leather bag full of sand. All the anger rushed through her veins like sparks exploding inside her. Punching was her way to relief herself from her thoughts and to just relax.

Sweat dripped down her forehead and everywhere in her body. Her muscles ached but she ignored the pain by focusing on relieving her anger. Her ponytail started to fall down as her baby hairs clung to her sweaty face. Her clothes seemed rather attracted to her by clinging to her like a magnet.

She was currently in an abandoned house that was across the street from the Salvatore's house. She bought a punching bag, or rather stole it, and placed it in the house. She has decided that whenever she needed relief and a break from everything going on, she was going to come her and work it out.

It was also practice and a way to make her stronger. After all a werecoyote has to be a badass fighter.

"So this is what you do at eight in the morning." Stefan mutters from the broken door of the house. Emilia rather ignored him and continued striking at the punching bag, after all he is part of the reason that she's angry.

"To be honest, do you kinda need work with your muscles and fighting skills. I mean the only reason you survive is because of the strength the supernatural provided you with." Stefan says, walking towards her.

Emilia just scoffed and continued punching, pretending like he wasn't there. It seamed to help until he stopped the punching bag, stopping her from punching any more.

"Did I hurt your feelings?" He asks, a smug smirk on his face while Emilia stayed facing the punching bag, not wanting to look at him. "Awe, I did didn't I?" He chuckles, fake pouting.

Emilia snorts and turns to look at him finally as she crosses her arms. "Don't worry about hurting my feelings, Stefan, because I guarantee you not one bit of my self esteem is tied up in your acceptance." She says, confidently.

Stefan's face falls and Emilia smiles proudly to herself. She pushes his hand away from the punching bag before she continues what she was doing before he cut her off.

Stefan watches, intrigued as Emilia's arm muscles flex catching his attention. He studied the way she moved, the way she acted, how her body worked and how she managed to look amazing while doing it.

Out of nowhere, Stefan grabs both her arms and twists them behind her, preventing her from anymore of punching.

"What are you doing?" Emilia asks, struggling to set free from his strong grip.

"You have to keep an eye for anyone who dares to stop or overpower you." Stefan whispers beside her ear, his breath fanning her neck.

"So you want me to grow another pair of eyes at the back of my head?" Emilia joked, her voice coming out breathlessly.

"If it's possible." He replies, pulling her back tighter against his chest.

"What are you surgeon?" Emilia scoffs, clearing her throat at how her voice came out husky.

"No," He replies, "I'm the guy that you obviously need."

"For what?"

"For help with your fighting skills." He answers, his thumb grazing her hand.

"I don't need help from you." Emilia says before she twists around and reverses their portions. Now Stefan has his back against her front as she wraps her right arm around his neck and her left hand keeps his hands behind him. "Especially from a vampire."

"Ouch." Stefan says, laughing before she pushes him away from her. "Anyways, get ready for tomorrow because we will have our first lesson." He salutes her before he walks out of the darkened house.

"I need a lamp post." Emilia whispers to herself as she goes back to punching, pretending that the punching bag is Stefan.

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While everyone was out dealing with ghost problems and trying to get rid of the ghosts, Emilia stayed at the Salvatore household watching the series of Fast and Furious while she fangirls over Paul Walker and Vin Diesel.

Somewhere throughout the movie, she started crying at the death of Paul. But then other moments, she sat at the edge of the couch while she waited for something to happen. Other times, she paused the movie and started jumping around the movie in happiness that she couldn't express.

Her phone had died from how much she had searched moments between the characters and watching the trailers. She was now currently sprawled home alone on the couch with a blanket on her lap. She was eating a bag of chips with a beer that she had fetched from their fridge.

It was twelve at midnight when the front door flew open and Stefan came storming in. Emilia rolled her eyes just as Elena and Alaric came into the house, irritated sighs escaping them.

"Hi," Emilia waved, "How was the ghost hunt?"

"Wonderful," Elena mutters, sitting beside her sister on the couch. "You're lucky that you took a break." She sighs, resting her head against Emilia's shoulder.

"Yeah, I am lucky." Emilia sighs, watching the end of the movie when they're having their barbecue. "Where's Damon?"

"I don't know." Elena sighs, shrugging. "He actually called. He needs me." Alaric says as he walks towards the front door before he leaves.

There was a moment of silence while the sisters just sat and watched the ending credits of the movie. Elena then sat up straight and turned to look at her sister.

"Why aren't you staying with us home?" Elena asks softly, threading her finger as she looks sadly at Emilia. The house felt empty without Emilia in it.

As much as she hated admitting it, Elena misses the way when Emilia use to wake up in the middle of the night and break into a cemetery. Or when she plays video games at midnight, or when she used to act as a mechanic by fixing the unbroken shower head, waking both Jeremy, Jenna, and Elena up.

Emilia sighs, sitting up straight as she turns her body towards her sister. "Because the house doesn't feel like home anymore. Terrifying memories stay in that house and it won't help with what I'm dealing with now."

"What are you dealing with now?" Elena asks, placing her hand on top of Emilia's as comfort. Emilia relaxed at her sister's familiar touch and she sent her a small smile.

"Hmm let's see, I've got a list." Emilia mutters, "Bloodlust, Klaus, Stefan, Damon, and my inner self that won't accept who I am now. A werecoyote."

"Well, one thing I learned is that it becomes hard before it becomes easy." Elena says, squeezing Emilia's hand. Emilia chuckles but smiles, pulling her sister in for a hug.

"I love you so f*cking much, Lena." Emilia whispers, squeezing her sister.

"Well, that's one way to put it." Emilia chuckles at her comment before Elena stands up. "I've got to go but stay safe, okay?" Emilia nods, smiling one last time before Elena turns and leaves.

"I've been calling you for the past hour." Stefan says, stepping inside the living room as he sits beside Emilia where Elena was previously. "Why weren't you answering?"

"I can't. My phone is dead." Emilia replies, glaring at him. "Just. Like. You."

Stefan snorts as Emilia stands up and walks upstairs to Damon's bedroom as she gets ready for bed.

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It was late at midnight when Emilia rolled down from the bed and fell on the floor, making a loud sound. Damon was too deep into his sleep to notice that the poor girl fell from the bed.

Instead of going back to bed, Emilia slipped quietly out of his room and padded down the hallway. Her stomach was growing like the monster she was. It wasn't growling in hunger for food but for blood, it was actually her inner bloodlust starvation growing.

She blew out an irritated sigh as she walked down the stairs, flashing her blue eyes to see better through the dark. It would've been a scary scene if you had walked down a dark hallway and suddenly come upon two bright blue eyes.

Her bare feet padded against the wooden stairs, making small creaks. She finally made it to the basement, flinching at how cold it was. Her hand searched the wall for the light switch and she turned it on, illuminating the room.

Her feet met the cold pavement of the basement as she walked down it's hall, passing through the cell till she reached the part of the room where the fridge full of blood bags was located.

Emilia preferred fresh sucked blood from a human being but a refrigerated blood bag was okay too. It didn't matter unless she fulfilled her starvation.

She sighed as she pulled up the cover, the cold air of the fridge fanning her heated body. She grabbed a blood bag and leaned against the wall, popping the blood bag open and sipping it.

She groaned in delight at the taste of the familiar drink and she sipped faster, excited in a kind of way.

"Hey," Damon croaks, rubbing his eyes as he enters the room. He yawns, stretching his muscles as Emilia continues sipping. She was now sitting on the floor against the wall as she finished her fourth bag, throwing it to the pile of the empty blood bags.

"What are doing up so late?" He asks, leaning against the wall as he crosses his arms while he looks down at Emilia. The brunette just gestured to the blood bag she was sipping and it was enough for an answer to Damon.

"So," Damon sighs, sliding down the wall to sit beside her. "How's life?" Emilia snorts and stops sitting, turning her head to look at him.

"Horrible." She answers before she continues sipping, earning a smile and a chuckle from Damon.

"Want to talk about it?" He asks, pressing the back of his head against the wall. Emilia opens her mouth to reply but he beats her to it, "And I promise that I won't make an asshole remark. I'll just listen while you lay out the mess for me."

Emilia narrows her yes at him, not believing his words and he shrugs. She shakes her head, causing her hair to cover her face as a small smile makes it's way up to her face.

"How about we talk about us instead of my problems?" She asks, tilting her head to look up at his face. He blows out a sigh and purses his lips.

"We gotta start somewhere, right?"

Emilia nods in agreement, "Yeah. I don't want something to happen between us with none of us knowing what's really going on."

"I've never done this relationship thing." Damon mutters, clearing his throat.

"Neither did I." She replies, smiling when he smiled approvingly. "You took my first kiss, my virginity, and my heart." She whispers and he smiles, grabbing her hand as they thread their fingers together

"I must be a lucky man." He says, chuckling to himself.

"You are if you took all of that." Emilia joked, punching his shoulder playfully. He snorts and then they both fell into a moment of silence where they just sat there and stared at each other, adoration in both their eyes.

Emilia had a huge smile on her face as her eyes roamed his face. Damon had a small smile because of the thoughts invading his brain. He was a lucky man by just getting to look at her everyday. Kissing her, hugging her, and talking to her was a huge bonus.

"I like it when you smile." Damon whispers, "But I love it when I'm the reason." Emilia's smile only widened as she stared at the man sitting in front of her with nothing but love.

"You wanna know something?" Emilia asks, whispering. Damon nodded and put his ear closer to her mouth, curious. "When I'm with you, I feel safe from the things that hurt me inside." She whispers against his ear before she kissed his cheek.

Damon couldn't control his wildness and he grabbed Emilia by the waist, earning a squeal from her as he planted her on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer till their lips were inches away.

"I still fall for you everyday." Damon whispers breathlessly against her lip before she smashes her lips against his. A manly groan comes from the back of his throat as his arms tighten around her.

Emilia moans, biting his lip and pulling at it as she presses against him. She threads her fingers through his hair and pulls it, earning another satisfied groan from him.

"Let's take this to bed where you can pulls the bedsheets and yell my name." Damon says, standing up with Emilia having her legs wrapped around his waist.

"You're so dirty minded." Emilia says, chuckling as she slaps his chest.

Damon replies, "Yes, I have a dirty mind. And right now you're running through it..." He whispers, "naked."

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