Chapter Nineteen

Sighing, I sat back on the black leather couch, crossing my legs on the coffee table in front of me. I twirled the sharp knife around my fingers, whistling as I waited impatiently for the next white oak stake to be thrown at me.

"I have to give it to you, Damon." I say, thinking a bit about my words before I spit them out. "I never thought you'd use that brain of yours."

Damon laughs sarcastically before his face falls blankly and he sends me a glare. I laugh, winking at him as I grab the stake that Stefan handed me. I start scraping the end of the wood stake, making a sharper point for it.

Apparently, the Wickery Bridge was made out of a white oak tree. Rebekah burned down all the wood so there were zero chances to kill the Originals. But, Damon found the sign of the Wickery Bridge which was also made out the white oak tree.

So now we were making white oaks stakes from the white oak Wickery Bridge sign. It's a complicated activity but we have to do it in order to kill the Originals.

Stefan and Alaric are cutting the sign into smaller pieces for a stake. Damon is turning the wood planks into a stake. And my job is to sharpen the stakes.

I sigh, wiping the sweat from my forehead using the back of my hand. "I guess I don't need to workout today." I mutter, pursing my lips as Damon throws me a stake from across the room.

I catch it, rolling my eyes at him as I start scraping once again. "Ugh my arms - "

"Stop complaining, Emilia." Damon grumbles, "We're almost done."

I scoff, "Says the dickhead."

"What did you call me?"

"I called dickhead. Why? Got a problem with that Damon?"

Damon stands up but Stefan gets in the way and sighs. "Please stop fighting like little babies. We've got work to do and if it's not done, then god knows what might happen."

I huff, falling back on the couch before I send one last death glare to Damon. "Alright, wise Stefan." I mumble, grabbing another stake that Damon throws at me before I start scraping.

"Looks like you guys have got this under control. I'm gonna call the Sheriff." Alaric says, pulling on his jacket. The three of us turn to look at Alaric with a confused look. "I want to turn myself in."

"You want to what?" I ask, sitting on the edge of the couch as I stare eyes wide at Alaric. "Who in their right mind would want to turn their self in?"

"I have a homicidal alter ego, Emilia." Alaric replies, before he looks at the three of us. "Unlike some people in this room, I would like to take responsibility for the people I've killed."

I roll my eyes, knowing very well that the statement was about me too. "If you wanted to turn yourself in, you wouldn't be saying it out loud. Just saying." Damon comments, shrugging as he sharpens his stake.

"Hey, listen, out of all the people you cannot psychoanalyze me." Alaric says, his voice loud as he points a finger at Damon. "I killed Caroline's father. I nearly killed Meredith." He looks at me, "I almost killed you. Everything's changed."

"Look, you're not turning yourself in." Stefan says, sighing as he places the knife he was holding down on the table. "Bonnie's herbs are working and we have Originals to kill."

"His morals get very questionable when he has revenge on the brain." Damon mutters, letting out a loud huff.

"Alaric." I sigh, standing up and facing Alaric. "You are not going to turn yourself in. What you did wasn't your fault, you were basically possessed by some psychotic devil. Plus, we've got Originals to kill and we can't do it without a vampire hunter on our side." I smile slightly, "So please, help us."

I take the ring from Damon's hand and offer it to Alaric. "Wear your ring." I tell him, biting my bottom lip patiently.

"That ring is the reason I've killed people, Emilia. I can't wear it." Alaric replies, shaking his head as he looks away.

"But I'm forcing you to." I reply, "So wear it or things will take a turn, Saltzman."

Alaric rolls his eyes and takes the ring from me, slipping it on as I send him a grateful smile.

Damon sighs, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Look at you, being wise and all." He sighs before he narrows his eyes at me. "Are you sure you're not possessed by some nice angel?"

I roll my eyes, punching Damon in his guts and he lets out a soft groan. "But you sure do have a solid punch for a girl." He mutters under his breath.

"What was that?" I ask, turning to him as I cross my arms and raise my eyebrow.

"You got a solid punch." Damon says instead, clearing his throat.

"Thought so." I mutter, eyeing him.

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"Do you have your stake?"

"Yes Stefan." I answer, groaning. "You asked me that five times already." I mutter, sitting across from him at the grill.

"This has to go as planned. We can't lose our chance." Stefan replies, his head turning to look at Finn and Sage who sit at the table.

"God, they look so in love." I shiver, gagging. "It's disgusting."

Stefan laughs, "Well that's love for you."

"That's not love." I reply, "That's obsession."

Stefan shrugs, looking at me with amusement. "Obsession at its finest." He mumbles, his fingers drumming on the table.

"So how's your relationship with blood?" I ask, perching my chin on my palm as I lean forward in interest.

Stefan sighs, "Blood and I go way back."

"Thought it was time for a reunion?" I ask, tilting my head. Stefan chuckles, nodding.

"Well if it makes you feel better, blood and I have some history too." I say, crossing my arms on the table.

"Hm, is that so?" Stefan asks, suddenly turning playful which I had nothing against.

"Yeah," I reply, smiling as I click my tongue. "It has this weird obsession over me. It's my biggest fan and it makes me feel like Beyoncé."

Stefan shakes his head as he looks down at the table, his body shaking with laughter. "I'm glad it's working out for you."

"It's not."

Stefan nods, "Well I hope it works out for you."

"I could say the same to you but you're a vampire. You need blood, while I just want it." I reply, turning serious.

"Oh no, we're not having this conversation again." Stefan sighs, running his hand down his face.

"Well you don't have to, because Matt is coming our way." I say, looking over his shoulder to Matt who walks towards us.

Stefan pulls out the tiny bottle of vervain and slides it on the table. Matt grabs it along with the coffee mug. He was going to spike Finn and Sage's tequilas with vervain.

"So what do we do after they drink?" I ask, drumming my fingers on the table.

"We walk out and make sure they follow us. Then when we're out you stake Finn while I handle Sage." I raised an eyebrow and he said, "Sage is a nine hundred year old vampire. You can't take her."

I sigh, "But you let me stake an Original." I continue, "But I'm fine with it either way because we're taking these bitches down."

Stefan chuckles, "Let's go." He stands up and walks to the grill just as I watch the couple spit their drinks out from the vervain.

Sage turns and catches my eye as she looks between Stefan and I before she stands up with Finn behind her. Stefan and I run out of the grill and take a corner, hiding behind it.

I pull out the stake from inside my leather jacket and aim it from around the corner. Finn and Sage round the corner and I lash at Finn, reading to shove the stake in his heart and end him.

But, unfortunately, Sage got to me first and grabs me before she throws me to the ground. I groan when I land harshly on the ground, the stake slipping from my fingers and rolling down the stairs.

"Finn, the stake!" Sage yells at Finn who instantly runs down the stairs to grab the stake. Stefan groans softly beside me as I try to stand up but Sage puts her foot on my side, harshly pushing me back to the floor.

I groan, grabbing a hold of her ankle as I try to pull it off my side. But Sage digs her heel harsher on my side and a loud groan of pain escapes me.

This bitch.

I watch as Elena shoots Finn with a crossbow while Matt stabs him with a white oak stake, directly in his heart. Sage instantly takes her foot off my side and runs down the stairs to Finn's body.

"No!" Sage screams in horror as she sits down on the ground beside his body, tears streaming down her face.

I groan softly, accepting Stefan's offered hand as he helps me stand up. "Are you okay?" He asks, looking down at my white shirt that had a shoe print on it.

I snort, nodding. "Yeah, I'm alright." I sigh, looking down at Sage. "Let's just go." Stefan nods and we both walk to his car.

"One Original down. Four more to go." I mutter, sliding into the passenger seat beside Stefan.

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"So Rebekah has Damon?" I ask, frowning.

"Yeah and I'm going to go get him." Stefan says before he turns to walk to the front door.

"Not without me you're not." I scoff, standing up from the couch and following him.

"Emilia stay - "

"Don't tell me what to do, Salvatore." Stefan shuts his mouth and follows me to the door.

"Emilia. Stop!" Elena says loudly, stopping Stefan and I. "Klaus is stronger than you both."

"Am I supposed to care?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, yes. You're going to get yourself and you're going to drag Damon down with you too." Elena says, crossing his arms.

"Remind me again if I'm afraid of a single cell Klaus has." I mutter, rolling my eyes. "He's not going to get us killed. I'll look him in the eye and dare him. So, see you after we go get Damon and bring him here. Bye-bye."

Elena sighs as she watches Stefan go out the door. I follow after him but suddenly Stefan gets thrown back into the house. My eyes widen just as Sage enters, furious.

"You!" Sage sneers, pointing an accusing finger at me. "I'm going to kill you!"

"Uh, no you're not." I reply, crossing my arms.

Sage growls and speeds towards me, crashing me against the wall with a sealed grip around my neck. I growl, flashing my blue eyes as I push her back, throwing a punch at her face.

I push her and she weakly falls back on the floor as blood starts dripping down her nose. She stands up, ready to fight again but starts coughing.

I clench my fists, grinding my fangs against each other as I watch her weakly cough blood. She goes to throw a punch at me but Stefan grabs her fist, pushing her to the ground.

"Troy, help me!" Sage yells before Troy releases Elena and rushes over to Sage. But he bends over and starts coughing up blood as well. I watch shocked as they hopelessly cough.

"What is happening to me?" Those were the last words - or question - of Sage before her skin turned grey and she fell lifeless to the floor, followed by Troy's fortunate death.

"She just died!" Elena exclaims, her eyes wide.

"No shit." I mutter, rolling my eyes.

"So, Sage and this Troy guy die within an hour of Finn." Caroline says, crossing her arms as she frowns.

"But why? Were they bitten by a hybrid?" Elena asks, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Hybrid bites don't look like that." Caroline answers, shaking her head. "Maybe Sage was so in love with Finn she just died of sadness."

"Bullshit." I scoff, "No one dies of sadness, Caroline." She rolls her yes as I add, "Plus, it doesn't explain Troy."

"It's the blood. The bloodline. It has to be." Stefan says after a minute of thinking to himself. "Think about it: Finn turned Sage, Sage turned Troy. They're all part of the same vampire bloodline that originated with Finn."

"Wait, so when an Original dies every vampire turned from their bloodline dies along with them?" Caroline asks, her mouth parting in shock. "Because that would mean - "

"If the Originals die, so do all of you." Elena concludes, gasping. "The entire vampire species would...it'd just be dead."

An uncomfortable silence falls over us as everyone processes the new found information. There was nothing to say but we felt disappointed, that now we couldn't kill Originals. Because if we did, every vampire would die. Even Damon and Stefan.

"Well thank god I'm not a vampire." Three cold stares and I shut my mouth. "Sorry, bad timing."

"Well, you know what I think we should do now?" I ask and they all nod. "I think we should take the stakes to Klaus as a trade for Damon. But we keep at least three stakes for emergencies."

"That's actually a good idea." Stefan says, nodding.

"Oh, my god." Caroline gasps, "Did Emilia Gilbert just come up with a good plan? Well that's a first."

I roll my eyes, grabbing a pillow from the couch and throwing it at her. "Shut up." I grumble, crossing my arms.

"Ooh, grumpy."

"So, Salvatore, what do you say? Should we do this?" I ask, sighing as I look at Stefan.

"Yeah, I'll get the stakes. Wait up for me outside." I nod as I watch Stefan run upstairs.

"Well, if you'll excuse me ladies. I've got a trading mission to get to." Elena and Caroline roll their eyes and I glare at them. "Oh don't worry guys, I'll be safe. Thanks for your concern." I say sarcastically before I walk out the front door.

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My eyes widen at the bloody scary sight in front of me. "Oh, my god. What happened to you?"

Damon was hung from the ceiling by his wrists which were clamped with metal clamps. Dry blood covered his chest while new fresh blood dripping down his arms from his wrists.

I winced, pursing my lips as my eyes took in the horrible sight of him. "Hang on there, Damon. We'll get you out. After I slap that bitch." I tell him and the corners of his lips turn up in a small tired smile.

"Klaus, I'm here!" Stefan shouts, his hand holding the duffel bag that held all the stakes. "Let's do this."

Klaus and Rebekah enter the darkly lit room. Klaus smiles, "Oh good, heroes. What do you want?"

Stefan drops the duffel bag at Klaus feet. "I'm here to make a deal." He says, confidently.

"What are you doing?" Damon says, groaning.

"Eight stakes made of white oak. The part of Wickery Bridge that you forgot to burn." Stefan says as I cross my arms.

Klaus turns to look at Rebekah and she shakes her head. "That's impossible."

"It's not, sweetheart." I say, smiling sarcastically at her. "Oh and did I mention. Finn is dead." I said it so casually, knowing that it will annoy the hell out of them.

"You killed my brother?" Rebekah spats, glaring at me.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." I jutted my bottom lip out, basically telling her that I gave single fucks. But with my face.

"Damon in exchanged for the last eight weapons that can kill you." Stefan says, looking at Klaus.

"And how do I know there aren't any more left?" Klaus asks, crossing his arms.

"Because there aren't, Klaus." I scoff, "Suck that up your british ass."

Klaus laughs, "Well let's be certain, shall we?"

I watch in confusion as Klaus walks over to Damon. "Leave." Klaus tells Damon, in a demanding tone.

"No." Damon grumbles, ignore his eyes in order to not be compelled.

"Go on. Leave."

"Nik, he's my plaything not yours." Rebekah says, sighing.

"Oh shut it, sweetheart." I spat, glaring at her. "Before I rip your skull from around that stupid empty brain." She rolls her eyes and I turn around to look at Klaus and Damon.

Klaus grabs Damon by the throat and looks him in the eye, compelling him. "I said, go home." He demands before he pulls his hand away from Damon's throat.

I watch in horror as Damon starts to pull a wrist out from the snares, peeling the flesh off of it in the process. He screams in pain and I place my hands on my ears, not being able to listen to his painful screams that make my heart ache.

Just seeing Damon being forced to put himself in pain, made my own heart hurt. And yes, I do have a heart.

"Alright, stop, stop, stop, before you hurt yourself." Klaus says, laughing. "Well, seeing that he can finally be compelled."

"You're a real dick, Klaus, I'll give you that." I spat, glaring at Klaus. Even though what he and I had was beautiful, he hurt Damon and I wasn't gonna let that slip.

Klaus stares at me for a while before he turns to Damon, grabbing him by the chin and compelling him. "Minus the stake that's in my brother, how many more stakes are out there that can kill me?" Klaus asks.

"Eleven." Damon answers, out of breath.

"Eleven! Really? So, not eight then." Klaus says, letting Damon go as he turns and faces Stefan.

"You really shouldn't have lied." Rebekah says, looking at Stefan.

"I'll get you the other three." Stefan says quietly, clenching his jaw.

"Yeah, that'll be nice." Klaus says sarcastically. "Or since you lied, maybe I'll just compel your brother to chew out his own tongue."

"What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with you?!" Klaus yells, "Do you really have no appreciation for me? I have given you someone to hate, to loathe, a target for all of your anger; so you don't have to turn it on yourself. I have given your life purpose, as your friend." He laughs, "I really think you should be thanking me."

Stefan rushes at Klaus and pins him against a wall, aiming a white oak stake a him. Klaus grabs his wrist, "Step down, or you both die."

Stefan loosens his grip and Klaus takes the stake, smiling. "There. Now you only have to get me the other two."

"This is fucking ridiculous." I mutter, walking to Damon.

"Hey - "

I cut Rebekah off, "Try stopping me, sweetheart." I glare at her before I turn around and stand in front of Damon.

I sigh softly as I wrap an arm around Damon's chest, using the other one to release his wrist from the first trap. One side of his body falls limply on me and I groan softly, pulling off the other trap causing his whole entire body to fall on me but I manage to hold him up to his feet.

I groan when he falls down on the floor on his knees, taking me down with him. I sigh, placing my hand on Damon's cheek. "C'mon Damon, lets get you home." I whisper, my thumb grazing his cheek softly.

"Emilia." Damon groans, his face morphing into an expression of pain and tiredness.

"I'm here."

"I love you." He says, his forehead touching mine as his eyes groggily open. "I love you, Emilia." He repeated, placing his own hand over mine that lays on his cheek.

"Let's go home, Damon. Okay?" He nods and I stand up, pulling him up to his feet softly. I put his arm on my shoulder and he helps me balance himself on the floor.

"Well, I'm outta here." I mutter, walking to the door but I stop and turn to Rebekah. "Oh and, touch Damon again and I'll make sure it's the last time you touch anything."

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I let out a breath, staring at the ceiling as I lay on Damon's bed. He was taking a shower and I waited for him outside, wanting to make sure that he was okay after the torture he got from Rebekah.

That bitch.

I sit up when I hear the bathroom door open and Damon comes out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I ignore his six pack, his V line, his beautiful muscles, and focus on his face.

"Hey," I say quietly, nervously playing with my fingers. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." He replies, narrowing his eyes at me before he walks to the bed and sits on it beside me.

I look up in his eyes that were already looking at me and I sigh. Surprisingly, Damon leaned forward and planted a lingering kiss on my forehead, leaving tingles on the spot.

I looked up at him and he sighs, "I love you."

My lips part in shock, it was possible the tenth time he has said it since I freed him from the traps. "Why do you keep saying it?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"The least I could do after hurting you is reminding you that I love you." He answers, "So, Emilia, I love you."

I slowly nod before I turn to look at the floor. "But you love Elena." I had to say it, to remind him that we're not right for each other.

"Actually, I don't." He says, "I just think that I love her. It's just that when Stefan was with Klaus and you were running from them, Elena and I were stuck together - "

I snort, "Poor you."

Damon laughs, rolling his eyes. "We got along with each other so well. And we thought that we had some special bonding but...we got along because we both wanted one thing. For you and Stefan to come back home safe.

Elena and I are not meant to be together. Every time I look at her, I remember you - "

"We're twins."

"Yeah, but it's not that." Damon says, "Whenever I look at Elena, my mind just goes back to you and all I do is think about you."

"Awe, so sweet." I say sarcastically, smiling like an idiot.

Damon chuckles, "Elena and I are just not right for each other. She's nice and I'm mean. She's innocent and I'm not. She's human and I'm not. She's tough and brave, but she's not....you."

"No shit."

Damon shakes his head, smiling. "You see. This is why I love you. You're not one of those girls who wants the guy to just keep complementing her all the time. You're not the girl who wants a guy to keep saying these cheesy pick up lines. You never take things seriously and you're always having fun. In your own way."

"You know, Elena once told me that the girl of my dreams was right in front of me. But back then I didn't know who she was so I started describing my dream girl to Elena."

"Oh really?" I ask, raising both my eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah." Damon replies, nodding. "I always saw my dream girl as someone funny and badass. She'd understand me and my choices, and she'd also challenge me. She'll not be afraid of me and she will stand up to me. And she'll be there when I need her the most and she'll watch over me.

She'll be honest and truthful. She'll not be afraid to be herself and she's not trying too much. I don't want her to be perfect. I don'r want her to act like someone she's not." He sighs, "I want her to love me for who I am."

Damon places his hand under my chin and closes my parted mouth, chuckling slightly. "Elena always said that the girl was always in front of me but I never realized." He smiles softly, "It's you, Emilia. You're the girl."

"No shit." That's all that came out before I lunged at Damon and crushed him into a hug.

Damon laughs, "I love you."

I sigh, pulling away. "Well Damon, since you just basically expressed your feelings for me - which is very unlike Damon by the way - I need time to think about this. I mean you kissed my sister and that's a bit hard to let go."

"Take all the time you need, Lia. I've got forever." He whispers, pecking my forehead before I sat back down on the bed and we fell into a comfortable silence.

"Remember when I got arrested?" I ask, laughing as I look at him.

"For trespassing the cemetery. How could I forget." Damon replies, laughing.

"You were the only one who visited me every day." I say, "Thank you for that, by the way."

"It's alright." He replies, winking with a big smile on his face.

Another silence fell over us and I sighed, falling back on the bed with a soft thud. I stared up at the ceiling as Damon silently laid down beside me.

"My Aunt, Jenna, once told me that everyone in life has a miracle. A big wonderful magical miracle." I say quietly as I felt Damon's head turn to look at me. "Before she died, she told me that she couldn't wait for my miracle. But I think that she already met my miracle but never really met it as my miracle."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that she met you Damon. She met you as Damon." I reply, "But she didn't meet you as my miracle."

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Sup bitches!
(Hope you don't get offended :) )

PLUS, CAN WE PLEASE TALKT ABOUT DAMILIA

GUYS WTF, I CANT BELIEVE YOU LOST HOPE IN THEM

THEY R SUPPOSED TO HE YOUR OTP AND YOU NEVER GIVE UP ON YOUR OTP

GET IT? NEVER

YOU UNDERSTAND?

NOW YOU CAN SHIP HER WITH OTHERS BUT YOU DONT GIVE UP ON HER AND DAMON, NEVER

but srsly, who do ship?

• #Klemilia = klaus + bad bitch *clears throat* i mean Emilia

• #Stefilia = stefy + bad bitch *snaps fingers* i mean it this time

• #Damilia = damon + bad bitch

• #Emol = kol + bad bitch

you can ship more than one but YOU HAVE TO SHIP DAMILIA, REMEMBER TO NOT GIVE UP

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