Jumping off Stefan's motorcycle, Amelia appeared to have a slight spring in her step. One she hadn't had in a few months, when she last flipped her switch. It was like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, then had been getting heavier and heavier as the days went by. Walking through the front door of the boarding house, she and Stefan came face to face with Damon, who sat in a chair in front of the fire.

To say that he didn't look happy with them, would be an understatement.

"How was the rave?" He asked, eyeing the pair with a raised brow.

"Oh, you know." Stefan shrugged in a bored tone. "Loud, lame, rave like."

He nodded at the answer. "Anything I should know? Or anything you'd like to talk about bro to bro? Ex to ex?" He asked them, though Amelia's attention had been lost from the conversation after he asked about the rave.

Instead, she snatched a bottle of bourbon from the table, and began to make her way upstairs. Bringing the bottle up to her lips, she took a large gulp of the bitter tasting liquid, before beginning to rummage through Damon's closest. While when they had broken, Amelia had been sleeping in the guest room, she hadn't had chance to move her stuff out of his room. Part of her was putting it off, the sentimental side. Rolling her eyes, the girl grabbed everything of hers that she could carry, and dumped it down on the bed.

Spotting something she wanted, she grabbed it off the hanger and stripped off, pulling a red slip dress in place of her jeans and shirt. She put on a pair of matching red heels, and a tight fitting leather jacket. Looking in the mirror, she quickly fixed her hair in makeup, before looking herself up and down.

"Perfect." She mused with a smirk, grabbing her purse as she made her way out.

When she got back downstairs, she arrived in time to see the front door slam shut, and Damon throw a vase on the floor in anger. Blinking at the sight, she took another swig from the bottle and put it back where she got it from, and began to make her way to the front door.

Damon was quick to block her path, speeding and blocking the door. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Well, let's see." She began. "I'm hungry, I'm forever young and I'm single." She listed off using her fingers. "I'm going to go... how do people put it now? Hook up with a guy. That's it." She began to smirk as she saw his lips twitch in annoyance. "I'm going to go have mindless, fun, care free sex with a guy, then I'm going to finish off a perfect night of loving making by eating him."

"Romantic." Damon deadpanned, looking unimpressed, and slightly jealous if Amelia was being honest. She could tell her words had gotten to him. "Now, I have a question. In what of your mind, did you think I would actually let you go do that? You don't have humanity, last time I checked, that doesn't make you stupid."

She pursed her lips, nodding. "You have a good point, Damon. It doesn't make me stupid. But you're making it sound like I need your permission." Taking a step closer to him, she caressed his cheek softly with her hand, the other hand fiddling with the hem of shirt. "Because I don't. But, if you want me all to your self, all you have to do is ask."

Damon let out a small hum, bringing one hand up to hold the one she had on his face, the other on her waist. "Well, why didn't you just say so sooner?" He mused, pulling the vervain syringe out from his sleeve, that he'd failed in hitting Stefan with.

Rolling her eyes, Amelia was quick to grab his hand and snatch the needle from his grasp. "Really?" She questioned, sounding almost disappointed, as she held it up in front of him. "I expected better from you, Damon."

"This coming from the one who flipped her switch." He countered, before decided in one last attempted, he'd take a different approach. "Come on, Amelia. I know you. This isn't you. This isn't the girl that I-"

"Love?" She finished for him, letting out a small scoff. "Oh, come on. Did you really think you could just say the l word, and the Amelia everyone wants me to be would just come back within seconds?"

Losing the patients he had left, Damon put his hands either side of her head, and snapped her neck. "Sorry Amy." He winced, as she fell unconscious into her arms. "But, this is for your own good."

******

The Evans girl wasn't surprised when she woke up in the basement, locked inside one of the cells. But, instead of wasting her energy, she decided to take a different approach. She just laid still on the small camp bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. It wasn't like what was to come would surprise her, she knew the drill well when it came to triggering humanity. Drying out, tortured, then flooded with memories until she began to feel again. She was in no way going to make that an easy task, so she was more then willing to lay and do nothing, as to conserve her strength.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been down there, or how long it had taken for her neck to heal, but she'd heard a lot of different noises and voices upstairs since she woke. At first, it had been the sound of Damon angrily smashing and breaking objects as an outlet for his anger, then it had been the voice of Elena.

Which, again, didn't surprise her. 

She had wondered how long Damon and her would be broken up, before she tried to worm her way back in romantically. If Damon would let her, that was another story entirely, and one she would probably want to know if she cared.

"Knock, knock." A voice spoke in a sing song voice. Turning her head, she looked to see Damon, leaning against the door, looking at her through the bars. Rolling her eyes at the look her wore, she turned to look at the ceiling once again. "Ouch. Giving me the cold shoulder?"

"I'm bored, Damon." She stated. "Making conversation with you won't change that,if anything it will make me want to punch something, so I'd much rather stare at the ceiling."

"Never met emotionless you, and I can honestly say, I don't like it" He told her bluntly, unlocking the door and stepping inside, leaning against the doorway. "But, if you're willing to play nice, I have a little field trip planned."

At that, she looked at him once more, raising another brow. "You're letting me out?" She asked warily, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Out of the cell? Yes." He nodded to her surprise. "Out of my sight? Hell no, but I'd say I'm making a very fair compromise."

Swinging her legs off the camp bed, the girl sat up and got to her feet, slowly walking toward him. "Okay, say I agree to this obvious plan to get my emotions back." She offered, crossing her arms over her chest. "Where exactly are we going?"

He looked at her in mild amusement. "What? And ruin the surprise?"

"How did I ever almost marry you?" She blinked, shaking her head at him. He didn't bite at her attempt to get under his skin, but they both knew the comment stung a little. "Alright, I'm game. But just note, the second this plan of yours goes up in flames like normal, I'm gone and there is nothing you can do about it."

Brushing past him, Amelia went to make her way upstairs, only to step when she felt something cold click around her wrist. A annoyed look appearing on her face, she looked at the cuff she was now attached to, and turned to see Damon holding the chain the cuff was apart of.

"You're kidding, right?" She asked, mild annoyance in her voice. As he just shook his head with an amused smile, she yanked at the chain in anger, failing to break it. "I'm not a dog, Damon. Keep treating me like one, and I'll do the same, and I'll neuter you."

The Salvatore only chuckled at her threat, beginning to walk ahead and forcing her to follow. "Just be thankful I didn't have a mussel."

Damon felt no joy in having to treat her like this. At this moment, all he wanted was Amelia at his side, offering some form of comfort. But, he knew if this plan Elena came up was going to trigger Amelia's emotions, he had to make sure she couldn't just make a run for it. He'd already made a decision, that if this worked, he was going to try and fix things between them. He didn't know how, but he knew he couldn't go on with just being friends, and he hoped that deep down she felt the same way.

Helping her put on a winter coat, which only confused the already frustrated vampire more, he led her to where everyone else was waiting.

"Oh hell no." Amelia snapped upon seeing Kai and Bonnie. She looked at Damon with a furious look in her eyes. "Damon, whatever it is you are thinking of doing, don't." She warned, shaking her head at him.

He simply ignored her, turning his attention to Bonnie and Kai. "Damn. Crocodile Dundee called. He wants his knife back." The Siphon joked, as Bonnie cut the palm of her hand with a hunting knife.

"Yeah. You know, he's no longer a thing, and neither is that joke." Bonnie told him bluntly, dropping her blood onto the ascendant in his hands.

"Ouch." He hissed in disappointment, knowing the tension in the room was being radiated at him. Spotting Damon and Amelia, he rose a brow at their current situation, growing more and more amused by the second. "Wow, I didn't know guys were that type of couple."

"Yeah, well, this isn't consensual." Amelia shot back at him with a glare. "I don't see why he doesn't have to be on leash, and I do."

Her words were ignored by Kai, as he looked at Damon. "Powerful as I am, there's a limit to how many people one witch can transport with this spell." He reminded him, gathering very quickly from Amelia's coat she was now joining them.

Bonnie gave him a look, no clear emotion when it came to Kai on her face. "Which is why there's two of us. Shall we?"

"Fine." Damon sighed, walking toward Bonnie and taking hold of her arm, and grabbing Amelia's hand despite her refusal. "Let's go get Mama."

"Damon." Amelia warned once again, in a low, dangerous tone.

"Sangiema meam et nos mundo carcerema." Kai began to chant the spell, the girls protests going ignored by everyone. "Sangiema meam et nos mundo carcerema." Slowly but surely, the entire house faded around them, as the spell began to work.

******

The ground was covered in a thick layer of snow, which was still falling from the sky when they arrived. The tree green was barely beneath the thick blanket of white, and the change in weather became clear very quickly, as a familiar winter breeze hit them.

"Well, isn't this just a picturesque slice of hell?" Damon commented, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"Yeah, brilliant." Amelia said, rolling her eyes for what felt like the millionth time. "Send me home."

Bonnie looked at the Salvatore. "You guys go ahead. Me and Kai will start the locator spell on the ascendant."

"I'll stay, help look." Amelia was quick to volunteer. "I can find a nice, snowy ditch to dump Kai's body in." She added, sending a look over to Kai, who merely looked back at her with a bemused expression. "Bonnie shouldn't really be left alone with him. I mean, out of my current two options, protecting the witch that can get us home seems like the best one."

"I'll be fine." Bonnie told her, though she knew the girl really didn't care at the moment. "He's good now, remember. New leaf."

"Exactly." Damon nodded, tugging at Amelia chain, making her glare at him. "Shall we?"

The pairs trek to the original Salvatore house was silent, Amelia begrudgingly following along, given she had no other option. When they got inside, she looked around the house that she'd grown to know so well, unable to stop so many memories flooding to the front of her mind. Damon watched as she walked over toward the old fireplace, her eyes glued to the photographs sat on the mantle, looking to see if any sort of emotional response began to happen. She picked up one of the pictures, that was of her and Damon, stood with their parents. They were young, and it was a while before either Stefan or Candice were born.

Her face remained blank as she stared at the picture, but inside she could feel the walls that she'd built up slowly begin to crumble. Each brick being chipped away at one by one, but pictures weren't strong enough to bring them completely down. Placing it down where she found it, the Evans girl turned to face Damon.

"Look, clearly no one is here." She stated, gesturing around to the empty house. "Can we leave now?"

"Stop being so impatient." He tutted at her, as he looked around the house he grew up in.

"I'm not really in the mood for a trip down nostalgia lane, Damon." She sighed, picking up the picture once again. She pointed the younger him in the photo, her lips curving upwards into a smirk. "Oh, you were so cute back then, Damon. What happened?"

He gave her a dead look, rolling his eyes. "Funny." He deadpanned.

"I know, I'm hilarious." She nodded, placing the picture back where she found it. "You know, the me with emotions thought this would be pointless. What made you think emotionless me would think any different?"

"The other you had a choice in what do about this, and I respected it." He told her honestly. "This you doesn't. This you sucks, and to get the old you back, this appears to be the only way."

"Oh." She said, as realization. "You don't think you're my emotional trigger anymore, do you?" Damon merely gave her a look, not answering. "Wow, it is really easy to push your buttons today. Let me guess, visiting Mommy dearest has you on edge?"

"We're not here to socialize." Damon told her bluntly. "We get the ascendant, we find my Mother and your sister, and after they flip yours and Stefan's switch, we figure out what the hell we are going to do with them."

The Evans girl let out a small snort. "They aren't toys you can just get rid of when you're done playing with them, Damon."

"No, Amelia, they're not." He agreed. "But, my Mom is a ripper. I can't give her the chance to annihilate another literal boat load of people."

Tilting her head in consideration, the girl shrugged. "I'm not seeing the issue."

"Of course you don't." Damon said walking over to where she was stood. "From 1858 to 1903? Lily was on a blood binge through Europe while Stefan and I carried the loss. Not exactly maternal. And for all we know, my Mother had drove your sister insane over the years they've been trapped in here. Far as I'm concerned, my Mother died when we buried her empty coffin, and when you have your humanity, you can decide about Candice. Right now, they're just tools to my brother back, and to bring you back."

Amelia opened her mouth to say something, a new voice piped up. "Damon?" A familiar voice speak, even after all the years that have gone by. Turning, Damon laid eyes on his Mother, who stared him in utter awe.

"Here we go." Amelia muttered lowly, looking between the pair.

"Hello, Mother."

******

Tea with Lily Salvatore, inside her 1903 prison world, wasn't exactly how Amelia had pictured her day going. Without any choice in the matter, and still no sign of her supposed alive sister, Amelia sat beside Damon on the old couch as Lily boiled the water over the fire place.

"There was a time I marked days on a calendar." Lily explained, as she joined them around the small table, taking a seat in the chair as she pours them each a cup. "I gave up after a few years, but, judging by your bizarre attire..."

"It's been a century, give or take a few years." Amelia told her, no tact to her voice.

Damon nodded, with a sarcastic smile clear on is face. "Yeah, would've been by sooner, but I thought you were safe and sound in the family crypt." He said, as Lily looked at him with a guilt ridden expression. "My bad."

"Technically, I did die in 1858." Lily offered, looking at her eldest son with a guilty smile. "After a nurse in the TB ward fed me vampire blood."

Damon's attitude toward her didn't change. "And you didn't think to stop by and clear things up?"

Looking down awkwardly, before taking the kettle back over to the fire, an taking her seat with them once again. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"So, how exactly did you end up here?" Amelia asked, breaking the silence. "With my sister, of all people? Where is she by the way? If she is apparently alive like you are."

Lily smiled at the eldest Evans girl fondly. "You've changed so much since I last saw you, Amelia. You'll always be the sweet, young girl in my head." She smiled, not saying anything when Amelia just blinked at her. "I met your sister again in 1867. She had left Mystic Falls, she was alone and barely managing on her own. When she explained what had happened to her, I invited her to travel with me, and she took me up on the offer almost immediately." She began to explain to them, as she dropped two drops of blood from a jar into her cup. "It was October 31st, 1903. We had just arrived in New York harbor. The night sky was alive with this beautiful shimmering light. And, out of nowhere, a coven of witches attacked. When we woke, they were gone. Everyone was gone. That night, the sky danced with colours again, and it's been that way ever since."

"It's called prison." Damon told her. "You must of pissed off a lot of people."

Amelia snorted. "Understatement much?"

Lily smiled between them, seeming unfazed. "That life seems like forever ago."

Picking up the dropper she's put down, the raven haired Salvatore hold it up to her curiously. "You on a diet?"

"I depleted every slaughterhouse within walking distance, and every butcher's shop along the hellish trek from New York to Mystic Falls." She picks up the jar of blood and shows it to them. "This is the last of the blood here. Two drops a week, just to stay awake."

"Well, that's not depressing at all." Amelia says, eyeing the jar that has less then half it's contents left in it.

Lily gave her a small smile. "I manage." She assured her, before her eyes fell onto Damon once again, as she picked up her cup to take a drink. "I heard you and your brother turned during the war. Your Father must of been horrified."

"He was." Damon admitted. "And then, Stefan ripped his throat out."

The words made the Salvatore woman choke on tea in her mouth, quickly trying to stifle the laughter. "I apologize... it's cruel to laugh, but... good for Stefan. I truly hated that man."

"Oh, I know you did." He told her, nodding his head. "So much so that you left your kids with him, faked your own death, and then went out to join the ripper coalition." He mused.

Lily looked at her son for a moment, taking in his words carefully. "Well, it's nice to see you've came into yourself, Damon. You also, Amelia." She tells them both, earning a strained smile from her son. "How's your brother?"

As Damon opened his mouth, about to attempt and piece together an answer, the front door opened once again. Lily rose to her feet with a smile, as figure came barrelling into the room, wrapping the Salvatore woman into a tight hug. It wasn't hard to see who it was, it was obvious the second the door had opened. Amelia sat staring in a stunned silence, and Damon had his eyes glued on her, watching hopefully for the reaction he hoped this would cause.

"I brought back as much as I could carry." Candice Evans explained to Lily, having not noticed the two sat just behind at this point, as she showed Lily the contents in her bag. "It should be enough to last the week, maybe slightly less, but I can make it last."

And at the sound of her voice, Amelia's walls came crumbling down. Her voice cracked as she spoke. "Candice?" She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes staring at the back of her sister, tears slowly beginning to build in the corners of her eyes.

Growing tense at the sound of her sisters voice, Candice slowly turned and laid eyes on the pair she'd so far ignored, staring back at her sister just as intently. Without saying a word, she dropped the bag she was holding to the ground, and threw herself into Amelia's arms. It was like the years they had spent never happened, just like when Amelia had found Damon again. With no hesitation, Amelia wrapped her arms around the girl and held her tightly, silent tears slipping down her cheeks as she let her emotions back in.

*******

As Damon explained the situation to his Mother, the Amelia had been led to the old kitchen  by her younger sister, who was excitedly chattering away to her. She wandered around the small kitchen, putting away everything she'd been showing Lily in the correct places, and Amelia just watched with a smile never leaving her face.

"Emily was so kind to me." Candice said, glancing over her shoulder at Amelia. "She felt bad about what had happened to you, to Stefan and Damon, she wanted to do something to make it up for it. She performed a spell of some kind on this bracelet." She said, holding up her wrist that a silver chain sat on. "Told me as long as I wore it, I would never grow old, and I would never die. That it would give me the chance to see someone that means a lot to me again one day. She meant you, she had to."

"Candice..." Amelia breathed out. "I thought you died. If I'd known..."

The younger of the two sisters quickly shook her head. "It's okay, I promise. I'd thought you had died too, if I am being honest. I had seen your body when you were found." She looked down to the ground sadly, before quickly perking herself up. "What is done is done. Nothing that we can do to change that. But, tell me about your life now. Tell about this new world."

"It's..." Amelia tried to find the right words, chuckling a little at the curious expression Candice wore. "It's great, really. But, why tell you when I can show you?"

Her eyes widened at the words. "Show me? You mean, you've came to take us away from this world?" She guessed, her voice growing even more excited then before. "Oh, this is wonderful. The others are going to be so happy."

Before Amelia could question what she had said, the energetic girl was already dragging her out of the room, up to the attic. When they entered, Damon and Lily were already inside, Damon staring at the sight before him. Sat around a table, were six people, all of them desiccated vampires. Amelia froze  as she stared at them all, looking at them all slightly horrified, as Lily embraced Candice once again.

"Amelia told me the news. I cannot believe we can finally wake them." Candice said to the Salvatore woman, who smiled at her.

"I know, my dear." Lily agreed, straightening one of the desiccated vampires suits. "Everyone, meet my son Damon and Candice's sister, Amelia. They're here to take us home." She told the six, almost living corpses, as the Damon and Amelia continued to stare speechless.

"They've been here with you?" Amelia finally spoke, swallowing the lump in her throat. "The whole time?"

Lily nodded, smiling at her coven of vampires fondly, as she started a old record playing on the gramophone. "We went everywhere together. They happened to be on the boat that night, poor souls."

Damon still looked at his Mother in disbelief. "These... poor souls... don't happen to have the same affinity for rolling heads, do they? "

"On the contrary, these people saved me from that part of myself." The Salvatore woman said, shaking her head, nothing but pure affection on her face as she spoke. "I was banished here because I was a monster. I drank with no remorse from whatever human I could sink my teeth into. But, locked in this cage, I was forced to confront the animal I had become. I refused to bring harm to Candice. And, as we ran out of resources, my friends sacrificed their rations for me. And, I knew if I drank everything, as every bone in my body demanded, there wouldn't be enough to wake them. So, I learned to control my bloodlust, for them. These people made me feel human again."

 Lilly then shook her head, composing herself. "I'll fetch the rest of the blood so we can revive them." She says, Candice placing a kiss on her sisters cheek before following, leaving the pair stood in the attic alone.

"I wanted to apologize..." The remaining Evans sister said, biting her lip as she waved a finger in front of one of the vampires, watching as it's eyes followed her. "But, I think that can wait till we get home..." She looked over at Damon. "I really don't know what I'm supposed to say about this."

"Not only is she a Ripper... "He lowers his voice to a whisper ".. she's an insane Ripper! And your your sister is just plain insane!"

"Maybe she feels responsible for them?" She offers, trying to reason with everything before them. "And Candice is fine..."

Damon looked at her incredulously. "What, are you kidding me? Vampire dollhouse?"

 Amelia notices the Ascendant is laying on a nearby dresser, her eyes widen in shock as she picks it up. "Damon! Isn't this the Ascendant?" She questions knowingly, as she raises a eye at the overwhelmed Salvatore before her.

Damon nods awkwardly, looking at the magical object in her hands. "Yeah."

"Why isn't Bonnie here then?" She asks, but at the look her gives her, it starts to become clear in her head what was going on. "Oh."

*******

It took a lot of convincing to get Lily and Candice to leave the prison world, given there was no way Damon, Amelia or Bonnie were willing to let their friends out. As bad as Amelia felt for already lying to her sister, knowing they would never go back for them, she knew that it had to be done. When they got back to the real world, Amelia got Candice set up in the room she had been using to sleep in, and it wasn't long until the girl was fast asleep on the bed, dressed in some more comfortable clothes of her sisters.

Pulling a sweater on, changed into some jeans and comfortable shirt, Amelia made her way back downstairs when she was sure her sister was asleep. It had been the strangest day she'd had in while, and it was hard to wrap her head around the fact only the night before, she'd turned her humanity switch off.

Leaning against the counter in the kitchen, she sipped at the mug of tea she'd made herself, trying to wrap her head around it all.

"Better check the inventory of the blood cooler before Lily wakes up." Damon spoke, making her eyes snap to the doorway as he entered. "How's Candice?"

"Out like a light." She answered, placing her mug down on the counter. "About that apology I spoke about-"

Damon was quick to cut her off. "Don't worry about it."

"Damon, I was a bitch to you." She reminded, feeling guilty. "I had it turned off for barely a day, and I still managed to hurt someone that I care about. Please don't act like I didn't." She told her firmly, and he just stood quietly and listened. "Thank you, for bringing me back."

"Can't take all the credit." He told her with a soft look. "Candice did most of the work."

"Why did she bring me back and not you?" She asked after a moments thought. "Damon, I get how she could do it. But, you could of too. We both know. When I told Elena to bring me back before I turned it off, we both knew you'd be my trigger."

"Because, I thought, maybe I wouldn't be now that we've split up." He answered honestly, making her look at him in surprise.

Staring him in the eyes for a moment, she walked forward before she could stop herself, and pressed her lips firmly against his. They both melted into the kiss with ease, it feeling so familiar and good to them both. Pulling away, she placed her hand gently on his cheek, making him look her in the eyes. "Your always going to be my trigger, Damon. Because even when we aren't together, I can't stop loving you. I'm never going to stop loving you. Which is good, because we have forever ahead of us."

Damon said nothing, and simply placed his lips back against hers, lifting her so she perched on the counter top. If it wasn't for a figure appearing in the doorway, they probably would of went a lot further, but Damon spotted who it was almost instantly.

"Oh hey, Bon-Bon." He greeted, making Amelia quickly pull away from him, looking to see the girl stood there.

The Bennett witch looked at them, small smile on her lips. "Sorry, awkward timing."

"It's fine." Amelia told her, tidying up her appearance and sliding off the counter. "I'm gonna go, check on Candice." She told her, glancing toward Damon. "I'll see you upstairs in a little bit?" She asked, making smile creep widely onto his face as he realized what this meant.

"Yeah, I'll see you up there." He nodded.

Smiling at Bonnie, the girl slipped out of the room, wearing a genuine smile on her face.

This couldn't be worse if I tried, but oh well. Five chapters and a epilogue left! Hope you all enjoyed!