Emilia

Damon's plan to kill Elijah is foolish and stupid. It's never going to work. That's it. Simply, it's not gonna work. Whether he does it on a Monday morning or a friday night, it's never going to work.

It's a dumb idea.

Alaric and I have been trying everything we can to stop him from doing it. But his head was too shoved up in his ass to realize the real problem. There is no way we're going to kill him without any consequences coming along. They always come along.

Damon is hosting a dinner party at his house this evening to kill Elijah. The only reason I'll attend the dinner is because Jenna is going to be there. And I know Alaric is going to be there but I have to make sure she doesn't get suspicious. Alaric did a really great job last night by making her think something was wrong.

I slammed the clean plate on the table with the spoons, knives, and forks beside it. "Woah," Andie chuckles, "You don't look okay."

"That's because I'm not." I reply, folding the napkin and placing it on the plate. "Why? What's wrong?" She asks, stopping to raise a questioning eyebrow.

"Everything is wrong. This stupid plan. This dinner party. Damon hosting it. Damon himself is wrong."

"You need fresh air. Here, give me I'll continue this." Andie says, taking the napkin I was about to fold from me. "Thank you, really." I mutter, smiling at her slightly.

"No problem."

I walk to the front door and swing it open, instantly slamming it shut when I saw what's behind it. He knocked on the door and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that I was just hallucinating.

"Emilia, open the door."

I grunt and open the door slowly, whining as he smiles at me. There in front of me standing is John Gilbert, who is unfortunately my father, smiling brightly at me

"I'm going to kill whoever invited you, shred their skin, hang their skull with a poster beside it saying he deserved it."

"Okay, I know you hate me but I didn't know you hate me that much."

"That much isn't an enough amount of how much I hate you."

"Who invited him?" Jenna asks, standing behind me. "John." Damon acknowledges. "Surprise. Leave." He finishes, glaring at him.

"When Jenna told me she was coming to a dinner party for Elijah, I decided I couldn't miss out on all the fun and games." John replies.

"You told him?" I hiss, looking at Jenna. Jenna shrugs innocently and I roll my eyes at her, debating whether I should bury her alive or give her a lecture.

I groan, "Why can't we have world peace?"

"There are not going to be any games tonight, John. It's just a friendly dinner party." Alaric says after he rolls his eyes at me. John narrows his eyes and turns to look at Damon. "What he said." Damon says, motioning his head to Alaric.

"Great. Just what I needed. A reason to claw my eyeballs out."

"You're being overdramatic, Emilia." Damon says. "Talk to me if you want to add one to the ninety nine reasons why we shouldn't have this dinner." I reply, crossing my arms.

"Nope. We are not having this conversation again."

"This is not over, Damon." I call out as I watch Damon leave. Damon laughs and salutes me before he disappears into the room. The bell rings before I could walk and I ultimately groan.

"Great. I'm the one opening the doors now."

I huff and pull open the door, smiling at Elijah. "Elijah, hey. Welcome in." I open the door widely and he steps in. "Emilia, nice to see you again." He smiles and shakes me hand.

"Jenna." Elijah smiles brightly, looking over my shoulder. "Wonderful to see you again. How are you?" I roll my eyes and slam the front door shut.

Later, the seven of us sit around the table as we drink wine and eat. "I hate to break it to you, Damon, but according to Elijah, your family is so not a founder of this town." Jenna says, pouring Damon a glass of wine.

"Hmm, do tell." Damon replies, sipping his drink. "Well, as I mentioned to Jenna earlier, a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trials in the 1690s. Over the next hundred years they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution." Elijah mentions.

"Because they were witches?" I ask, raising an eyebrow curiously. I wasn't really curios. Truth is I didn't give two shits but I just wanted to join in on the conversation.

"Yeah, but there's no tangible proof there were witches in Salem." Andie replies, looking at me. "Andie's a journalist. Big on facts." Damon tells Elijah, winking at Andie.

"Well, the lore says that there was this wave of anti-witch hysteria. It broke out in the neighboring settlement, so these witches were rounded up. They were tied to stakes in a field together and burned. Some say you could hear the screams from miles around us. They were consumed by the fire." Elijah informs, looking around the table as he swings his wine glass.

"Dang, that must've been scary. Thank god I wasn't alive back then." I mutter, sipping the red wine.

"Yeah, I wouldn't repeat this to the Historical Society." Jenna adds, chuckling at me. "It's starting to sound a little like a ghost story to me." John says from beside me, first time speaking.

"Yeah, and it seems to me you're the ghost in this story." I mutter under my breath, earning a glare from my father/uncle.

"So, why do you want to know the location of these alleged massacres?" Damon asks, curiously looking at Elijah. "You know. A healthy historian's curiosity, of course." Elijah replies, smiling nervously at Damon.

Silence took over the room and I felt the tension in the air. Someone seriously needed to cut it with a sharp knife, and that someone is me.

I clear my throat, "Excuse me while I go to the other room and cry to myself." I stand up before walking down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Okay, I've had enough of your little girl whining. What's up?"

I let out a huff and turn to look at Damon. "That's just it. A lot of things are up, Damon. The sky is up. The moon is up. The sun is up. I'm up."

"What's wrong?" Damon corrects himself, rolling his eyes at me.

"Oh, well in that case. Everything. Everything is wrong. This dinner party. This plan. This whole werecoyote thing. Y'know, I thought I could take it. But I can't. I can't live with myself knowing very well that I'm a werecoyote with a fricking annoying bloodlust starvation thing that's happening to me.

Sometimes I would just be sitting on my bed the whole night because I can't sleep. Sometimes I wake up with blood smeared around my lips because I was sleep walking. I was sleep walking and god knows what I was doing. Sometimes I'd be afraid to take showers because of the incident I had.

Sometimes I'd be afraid to open bottles. Sometimes I have to pray before I enter my room. Sometimes I knit just to take my mind off of these horrible memories. Sometimes I'd imagine that I have a dog just to distract myself from the real world."

Damon tilts his head as he looks at me like I'm a second away from breaking down. He walks towards me and stops till he's an inch away from me. I look up at him as tears manage to escape down my cheeks.

"Sometimes I sleep on my parents bed just to feel safe again." My voice cracks as my lips quiver and I feel a sob trying to come out. I give up and the sob escapes my mouth, and I just break down right in front of him.

Damon wraps his arms around my waist before I fall down and he pulls me closer to his chest. I rest my head against his chest as my body shakes while I sob.

"I'll make you feel safe again. I promise." Damon whispers, digging his fingers into my locks. A hiccup escapes my mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck, resting my cheek on his shoulder.

"Thank you. For staying when you could've saved yourself from my problems and walked away." I whisper, feeling so much better. I step back but we both keep our arms wrapped around each other.

"Thank you." I repeat, looking up at him. "Don't ever thank me." He replies, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

I smile, "I really needed to let that out of my chest."

"If you ever want to do that again, come talk to me anytime."

I nod and smile brightly at him. "Better get back to dinner?" Reality snaps back when Damon points his thumb towards the dining room. "And we're back on earth." I mutter as Damon walks to the exit.

"That's weird. You didn't ask me about the bloodlust thing." I realize and Damon stops. "That's because I'm running away from your problems." Both our laughter fills the house as we get back to dinner.

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"I can't help imagining how much awesomer the world would be if your dad had just pulled out."

Jenna chokes on her wine as she laughs, wiping the wine from her mouth. John glares at me through the rim of his glass as I smirk at him, tracing the wine glass with my finger. "What exactly is the point you're trying to prove?" John asks, clenching his jaw.

"I'm trying to prove that your existence is not that important. Actually, it's not important at all."

"I'm your father, Emilia. Show some respect."

"When pigs fly."

"Why do you hate me that much?" John asks, sighing. "I don't hate you. I'm just not necessarily excited about your existence." I reply, dangling the wine glass from my hand.

"The reason you exist, Emilia, is because of me."

"Congratulations, now I hate you." I mutter, glaring at him as I place my empty wine glass on the table. All five eyes watch as John and I have an angry stare off.

Damon and Alaric look annoyed by his presence too. Andie and Jenna look amused at the conversation we just had. Elijah looks intrigued and interested as he  watches us with careful eyes.

Andie clears her throat, "The gentlemen should take their drinks in the study."

Damon stands up as Elijah comments, "I have to say the food was almost as wonderful as the company."

"I like you." Andie smiles as John stands up across from me, his chair scraping against the hard wood. "Here you are, gentleman, make yourself useful. Hmm?" Jenna says, shoving a plate into John's chest.

I smirk at him as I take the empty wine glasses and place them in the sink. I walk back to the dining table and pick up a plate, stopping when I spot my buzzing phone.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion when I see that it's Stefan. I bite the inside of my cheek as I answer the phone and press it to my ear. Before I could say a word, Stefan starts talking really fast.

"Woah, woah Stefan slow down. I literally didn't understand a thing you just said."

"Emilia, you have to stop Damon from killing Elijah. If he kills him, he dies too. A human is the only one who is able to use that dagger. You have to stop him and hurry."

My eyes widen as I hang up and rush to the library where Elijah and Damon area. I instantly push the door open, sending it flying as I burst inside the room. Both of them turn to stare at me as I take deep breaths.

"Gentlemen, hey. Wassup." I awkwardly scratch my neck as Elijah and Damon stare at me. "Emilia?" Damon asks, irritated.

"Sorry if I interrupted anything but Jenna wants Elijah to see what he liked for dessert. Of course no perfect dinner could go without dessert."

"Of course." Elijah smiles, handing his drink to Damon who drains it. Elijah passes by me and I smile awkwardly at him before he walks out of the room.

Damon glares at him and I narrow my eyes at him, pointing to the dagger repeatedly. Damon raises a questioning eyebrow and I huff, walking over to a desk.

The dagger will kill you if you use it.

I hand Damon the paper that I wrote on and Damon angrily throws the paper. I shrug innocently before I walk to the door with Damon trailing behind.

Damon and I walk back into the dining room as Alaric and I meet gazes. Stefan had also probably told him because I could tell by the looks he's giving me and Damon.

"Ric, would you do me a favor and grab the notebook out of my bag?" Andie asks, pointing to her bag. Alaric nods and walks over to her bag.

"Elijah, did John tell you he's Emilia's uncle-slash-father?" Damon asks, glaring at John. "Yes, I'm well aware of that." Elijah replies, looking at me for a moment.

"Of course, she hates him, so there's absolutely no need to keep him on the endangered species list."

"No Ric, it's in the front pocket. On the...you know what? Excuse me, guys. Sorry." Andie says, standing up as she walks over to wear Alaric is.

"What I'd like to know, Elijah, is how do you intend on killing Klaus?" John asks and I agree, "Yeah Elijah, how do you plan on killing Klaus?"

"There's a few things we should probably get clear right now." Elijah begins. "I allow you to live solely to keep an eye on Elena. I allow Elena to remain in her house living her life with her sister and friends as she does as a courtesy. If you become a liability, I'll take her away from you and you'll never see her again."

I scoff at Elijah as Andie comes back with her notebook and she sits down beside me.

"Okay. My first question is when you got here to Mystic-" Andie gets cut off by a scream from Elijah. I leap up from my seat as my eyes widen.

Alaric stands behind Elijah with the dagger in through Elijah's heart. Elijah's face turn gray as his veins pop out.

I astonish, "Shit. Alaric. That was awesome."

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