Emilia

I've never felt lonely in my whole entire life before. With everything I went through, I never was lonely. I had my sister and my brother by my side who both understood what I was going through. Actually, we were going through it together.

But there are times that you deal with things personally that no one understands, not even your family. It's that situation where you know what is actually happening, even if your family know about it.

My situation is the bloodlust thing and even though Elena knows about it, she doesn't truly understand what I'm going through. No one will. No one will understand how hard it is to control yourself from doing that one thing that will change you.

It's the emotions in you that no body can read or understand. No body knows how you truly feel. You might give them a smile and they think you're happy, but from the inside you really are sad.

Hiding emotions from people is what everyone does. Like when someone asks you are you okay, you'd answer with I'm fine. But you really aren't fine.

Sometimes there are people that really know you and that can read your every emotion. My mom was that person to me. She knew when I was sad or mad or if there was something off about me.

I remember asking her how she knew, and she answered with your face gives off everything I need to know. I never really understood what she meant, and to this day I still don't know.

What I'm trying to conclude, is that this specific person that can read your emotions, know when you're not alright, and knows what you're going through is your anchor.

This person has to know all these things about you to be your anchor. I remember Jules telling me that in order for me to control myself, I need an anchor. I spent the whole day thinking about who might be my anchor.

I thought of everybody, searched in my mind for everyone I met, I read books, and I found nothing. But then I read a quote somewhere saying your anchor will find you.

That's when I gave up on searching. I gave up because I relied on that quote. And if that quote turns out to be wrong, I'll crush it beneath my feet. Literally.

I fell back on the bed and stared out at the moon through the motel's window. I had rented a motel for a night just for myself. After what I did last night I didn't go back home. I couldn't.

I stare at the blood under my nails and I let out a sigh. It was just me and my backpack in this old room. There was a queen size bed with old rusty sheets, a television with a couch, bathroom, and a closet.

My phone buzzes on the table and my face immediately turns into guilt. I had been avoiding Elena's calls all day since last night and she probably thinks I'm dead.

I pick up the phone and stare at it, debating whether to answer or not. The picture of Elena and I in the background smiling is what made me press the answer button.

"Emilia?" Elena's shaky voice comes from the other end. "Hey." I mutter and a sigh of relief escapes my sister. "Thank god. You're alive. Where are you? I've been calling you all day and you answer now?" My sister sounds like she's on the verge of tears and my heart aches.

"I'm okay. Sorry I didn't answer, I just wanted to be by myself today."

"And you didn't care to tell me? I roamed Mystic Falls worried about you. I asked every living creature I came across. I thought you were dead."

"Sorry."

"Don't ever do that again, Emilia. Now, where are you?"

I pause and stare at the framed painting in front of me, playing with my fingers. "I'll be home by tomorrow, I promise." I mutter. "Emi-" I hang up and place my phone on the bed beside me.

I let out a huff and run my fingers through my hair. My phone buzzes and I see it's Elena once again. I sigh and put my phone on silent, sliding it in my pocket.

Suddenly, the door knocks and my eyebrows furrow in confusion. I pull open the door and raise a questioning eyebrow at the woman that stands in front of me.

"Isobel?"

"Hello, Emilia." Isobel smiles brightly. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I was told that I could find you here." She answers, stills smiling.

"Who told you that?"

"That's not important."

"Okay then, why are you here?"

"Oh, right. I'm here to give you this." Isobel remembers, handing me a black zipped up bag. I take it, "Is there a dead pig in there or something?"

"No silly. It's just a gift."

"From you?"

"No, but you'll know who it is. There's a card in there."

I nod and stare at the bag in my hands before I look up at Isobel. "I have to keep going. It was nice seeing you again, Emilia." I nod, sending a fake smile as she turns around and leaves.

I sigh and close the door before I walk over to the bed. I sit on the edge and place the bag beside me before I zip it open eagerly.

My eyes widen as I pull out a blood bag with million others under it. I take the spotted card and rip it open, my hands shaking.

Save me a dance for Friday, and keep drinking, darling.

-Klaus

The card slips from my fingers and flies to the bed, my eyes wide as I stare at the bag before me. Bags full of blood are stacked in a freaking bag by Satan.

Was he the one who did all this blood thing to me? Why does he want me to become a monster? Why does he care? Is it because I'm his experiment? Why did Isobel deliver it? And most of all why does he want to take me to the dance?

A lot of questions run through my head as I stare at the black bag. "Oh, my god!" I yell after a moment of silence and thinking.

"Satan is real!"

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SHORT ASS CHAPTER!!! IK!!!!

Im so so so sorry for this I just didn't know what to write anymore and I just wanted to start with the next chapter :(

//-stilesunicorn//