Emilia

Shock was written not only across my face but across my whole body. It was the state when your body just freezes while your face looks like you just caught someone eat your ice cream. Except when you catch someone doing that, you look like your about to murder them.

That's not the point anyways. My point is imagine this scene I'm about to tell you. Elena told me that she and Stefan are going down a romantic lane to our old lake house. I had ran to the Salvatore's house to find Damon in his own romantic lane.

I had stepped in without knocking and found Andie Star, a reporter from action news, roaming the house in a silk robe. I swear I heard the little confidence I had break from how jealous my body felt. Her body was so sexy and perfect with all the curves and then there's me.

Andie had acknowledged me after she heard the front door shut. She walked over to me and started asking all these questions. Like who am I and what I'm doing here. I just answered them simply and asked where Damon was.

As if on cue, Damon entered the living room and his step halted when he spotted both of us. "Emilia, hey." He smiles, standing beside Andie as he wraps his arm around her waist. "Hey." I muttered, scratching my head.

"Meet Andie, my new girlfriend." I nod and smile awkwardly at Andie who grins at me. "I..I uh wanted to talk to you about something important." I inform, biting my lip. "Sure, have a seat. I'll just go change." He states before they both walked out of the room.

I let out a huff and fell down on the couch behind me. "Is she the woman you were talking about?" I hear Andie ask. "She's one of them." Damon answers her before their voices faded upstairs.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion and I rub my temple, thinking of many reasons what their little words meant. One of them? Woman you were talking about? I just sighed and plopped my legs on the coffee table, gazing at the unlit fireplace in front of me.

I see both of them walk to the front door as Damon opens for her the door and they kiss. I roll my eyes as he waves goodbye to her before he renters the room. "Okay, who played matchmaker?" I ask, sighing as he sits beside me.

"Your fellow guardian."

"Jenna."

Damon nods, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Did you hear? Stefan and Elena are having a romantic weekend like nothing is happening." I state and Damon raises an eyebrow. "I mean sure why not leave your poor sister back in town while she suffers with this damn disease-" I stop myself before I ended up spilling more unnecessary information.

"Disease?" Damon asks, his brows furrowing. "I meant full moons." I lie and Damon nods, but he still has that look on his face. My phone rings and I slide it out of my pocket.

Meet me at the woods -Tyler

My face scrunches up in confusion and I slide my phone back into my pocket. "I'd love to stay and rant about how unfair life is, I gotta go." I say, standing up. "Where to?" Damon asks as we walk to the front door. "Jenna is forcing me to go to this tea party thing." I answer.

Damon nods, his face curios as he opens the door for me. "Later." He calls out as I step down the porch steps. "Later." I reply, taking a turn away from the house. I wait till I hear the front door close before I walk into the woods.

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"So, where's the moonstone?" Jules asks, crossing her arms. Apparently, I wasn't meeting Tyler but Jules. That dick set me up to have a conversation with her. Trust me, I could leave but I wanted to point out some stuff before she is forced to leave town.

"In my ass. You want it? Come dig it out. I dare you."

Jules chuckles humorlessly and rolls her eyes. "If they break the curse, Emilia, we're all dead." She states. "No. You will die. You and your filthy little friends." I correct. "Sooner or later, the Salvatore's will turn against you." Jules says and I grit my teeth.

"If you want to see that happen, go sleep and dream about it. I'll give you ten bucks if you don't wake up."

Jules huffs, "No one can seriously have a proper conversation with you."

"Only stupid people would."

"Either you give me the moonstone, or I'll go after it." Jules threatens and I chuckle. "I'd like to see you try." I mutter, wiping a fake tear with a smug smile on my face. "You'll die if they break that curse." She repeats.

"I didn't trigger the curse, Jules, I was bit. It seems to me that the curse won't affect me at all. So, your plan to get me to believe that I will die is failing badly, you along with it. Don't even try to go after it, Jules."

I gave her one last smug smile and a flirty wave before I turned around and left. I could hear the angry beating of her heart as I walked away. I was actually nailing this whole werecoyote thingy, it's just blood is in the way.

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"That's the dumbest idea." I yelped, looking unbelievably at the blue eyed boy. "In my defense, I expected it to go totally different." Damon replies, sipping at his bourbon. "Yeah, because luring an original into a room and threatening him is different."

"A boost of confidence would be really needed right now."

"Damon you got a pencil shoved into your throat, confidence won't really be helpful. Plus, he has a deal with Elena that he will keep us safe. What are you trying to do, huh? Get yourself killed because you believe you can protect yourself and everyone?

Damon that's not how it works with originals. You're just a young vampire. Okay, I get it your strong and all and can dig a heart out. But he's an original. An original. I'm a werecoyote and I know very well to not mess with a vampire, even though one bite from me could kill. I mean you could've handled the situa-"

"Emilia," Alaric cuts me off. "I think he's had enough."

I let out a huge breath after my rant and look at Damon who just sits there, sipping his drink as he stares at the floor. I sigh, "Alright, I'm sorry but you can't deny that what I said is true."

"Plus, how did John have that dagger? John. John out of all people." I question, sitting indian style on the couch. "Yeah. I'd think twice before I'd trust that dagger and some ashes to do the job. You're gonna need more info." Alaric agrees, handing me a glass of bourbon.

"I'm out of sources." Damon replies, leaning back into the couch.

"Wikipedia has all the answers."

They both chuckle and I smile knowing that I finally broke the tension, and also that I got a smile from Damon after almost breaking down his confidence. I sipped at my glass to hide away the large smile as I gaze between the two. 

"What's up with you and this news chick?" Alaric asks and I ultimately groan, face palming myself. "Ooh. She's got spunk, huh?" Damon smirks. I roll my eyes as Alaric looks at Damon significantly.

"Just don't kill her, please." Alaric says, the same look still on his face. "If I did, who would report her death?" Damon asks, taking this as a joke. "Just don't do it, all right? She's friends with Jenna, and it's bad enough that I'm lying to her about everything else. I hate the lies." Alaric replies.

Alaric takes his phone out of his pocket as I place ,y empty glass on the table. "Oh, God. I got to go. I got to pick Jenna up." Alaric instantly stands up and leaves the room. "I have to go too." I mutter, standing up. I grab my jacket and walk to the hallway but Damon stops me.

"I thought you were going to be at the tea party. I was there and I didn't see you."

My eyes widen and I hear him stand up from behind me. I turn to face him and open my mouth to form another excuse. But a loud crashing noise comes from the hallway. Damon and I instantly walk out of the library and into the hallway.

I gasp when I see that Alaric has a large knife plunged into his stomach. Alaric clutches at the knife and groans as he falls to the floor. Suddenly, someone drops down from the rafter of the parlor's ceiling and attacks Damon. They both engage in a supernatural speed combat before the guy stabs Damon in the neck with a syringe full of vervain.

I growl and jump at him as Damon falls weakly into the floor. I grab the guy's collar and slam him onto the wall, speeding to the other walls and slamming him into it. Finally, I throw the guy on the floor and he rolls before standing up.

The guy glares at me as he adjusted his shirt. "You're the werecoyote." He acknowledges and I sneer at him from behind my blue vibrant eyes. "It's good to see you again, Emilia." Jules greets, coming through the front door.

I chuckle, "So, you took my advice and decided to get yourself killed."

Jules laughs humorlessly before she shoots me with the shotgun on her shoulder. The bullet rams into my left thigh and I groan, clutching my thigh as the pain spreads across my body.

My legs give out and I tumble to the floor, clutching my thigh. Two guys walk over to me and pull me harshly up. They drag me into the parlor as I fight against them, but the numbness from my legs decides against it.

The two guys throw me into a chair and they chain me. The chain wrap around my wrists and ankles, the jerks tightening them on purpose. I watch as they do the same to Damon but they chain a wooden spiked metal collar around his neck.

I gasp when the pain spreads fast but also heals. It's a mixture of both that makes me squirm in the chair. "You don't look comfortable." Jules muses, smirking at me. "You seriously have a death wish." I mutter through the pain, groaning.

"And you seriously have the guts to talk to me like that."

"What can I say? You look quite ridiculous acting like a boss with a shotgun." I reply, clenching my fists as the pain sparks. I jolt when I feel the pain reaching my core but I grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming.

"Maybe a bullet to the throat could shut you up."

"I suggest you leave before I sent you to your grave."

Before Jules could reply, Damon groans awake. "Morning, sunshine." The guy muses. "I saw this movie once, some torture porn flick. Anyway, they had this collar device that was really cool, so I just modified it some with some wooden nails, and when I pull.." The guy pulls the chains causing the wooden spikes to insert themselves into Damon's neck and Damon groans in pain.

"So, I hear you have the moonstone." Jules says, turning to Damon. "Gosh, I told you already Jules. It's in my ass." I repeat and Jules rolls her eyes at me.

Damon laughs, "If you only knew the irony of this moment right now." He turns serious, "Let me tell you how this is gonna go. You're gonna torture me, I don't talk, someone loses a heart. Last time, it was your boy Mason."

"Hey Damon." I start and they all turn to look at me. "Isn't that the same chair Mason died on?" I ask, motioning to his chair. "Oh yeah." Damon realizes, chuckling. The guy pulls on the chains again, impaling Damon's neck as he groans in pain.

"You know what the great thing about buckshot is? It scatters through the body. Maximum damage." Jules states, turning to me as she motions to the gun she shot me with. "Oh, trust me. I can feel the damage." I say through the pain.

"Where's the moonstone?" Jules asks, looking between me and Damon. "Get over it, honey. You're never gonna get it." Damon replies, smirking.

"You looking for this?" A familiar voice says. We all turn to see Elijah leaning against a banister as he twirls the moonstone in his hand. He walks down the stairs and places the moonstone on an end table. "Go ahead. Take it." Elijah says, backing away.

One of the werewolves speeds towards the moonstone, bur Elijah plunges his hand into the wolf's chest and rips out his heart. The wolf falls down onto the couch dead as two other wolves rush to Elijah and Elijah, without any effort, rips their hearts out.

Jules speeds out of the house before she is killed and I chuckle. Elijah walks to the last guy left who crouches down on the floor and pulls his jacket over his face in fear. I chuckle at his sate and watch amused as Elijah deals with him.

"What about you, sweetheart, hmm? You want to take a shot?" Elijah asks, pulling the guy up to his feet. "Yes? No? Yes?" Elijah says as he places and removes his hand from the guy's chest. "Where's the girl?"

"I don't know." Damon replies, looking around the room. "It doesn't really matter." Elijah says before he punches the guy in the face. Elijah then turns to me and wraps his hands around the chains, breaking them apart. He unwraps it from around my wrists and ankles before he helps me stand up.

"You should get that checked out." Elijah says, motioning to my thigh as he turns to Damon. I fall back into my chair, unable to stand up. I groan and clutch my thigh, looking at the smoking bullet. Smoke is literally coming out of the wound and I grit my teeth, groaning silently.

Elijah grabs the moonstone and walks out of the house. "Well, that was intense." Damon mutters, standing up. He rubs his neck as he walks towards me. "You okay?" He asks but stops when he realizes the bullet in my thigh.

Damon kneels down in front of me and his hand grazes my thighs. "Why is it smoking?" He asks, his brows furrowing in confusion. "I don't know, it's high I guess. But please get it out before I get my thigh chopped off." I reply causing Damon to chuckle.

Damon uses his thumb and index finger to push his finger in. I groan loudly as I clutch onto the armrests of the chair. "Hold on." Damon whispers, holding my thigh to his chest to stop it from moving. "All done." He says, sighing as I feel his fingers come out.

I look down and stare at the smoking bullet between his fingers. "That's one big bullet." Damon mutters, staring at it with concern. "It's healing." I say, looking down at my wound that begins to close. "Good." Damon replies as he helps me stand up.

"I have to go get Jenna from the party. Apparently, Alaric didn't do it." I say, looking down at Alaric's dead body. "Want to tell me why you lied to me earlier?" Damon asks, looking at me.

I feel trapped in his gaze as I stare at him, debating whether or not I should tell him. "I met Jules in the woods. We had one hell of a conversation." I answer. "What did she want?" Damon asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "The moonstone." I reply.

"What's up with everyone and the moonstone today?"

"It seems like it's the talk of the day. Remind Alaric to call Jenna when he wakes up. Don't want them to breakup over a stone."

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