Emilia

Fear and nervousness ran through my veins as I stared at my phone. So many questions ran through my head as I read the text message over and over again. This had to happen. It had to. It was written beside my destiny, literally.

Destiny: torture the girl that wanted to do with this for an eternity of misery.

I'm pretty sure that's what written...right?

Meet me at the dance or someone dies.

How did he get my number? And who sends those types of texts? It's not like I text someone and say come over to my house or someone dies. Who does that?

Satan, that's for sure!

I slip on my beige heels and let out a loud huff. I can't believe I'm forced to go to the 60's high school by someone who's not my mother.

I stand up and look at myself in the motel room mirror. My turquoise dress was the only dress I had that went well with the dance theme so I just went with it. Plus, I'm going there to save someone and not to dance and party and pretend like my life is a heaven fantasy.

Is that even a thing? A heaven fantasy?

I had rolled my brown locks into the side of my face. Oh and you're probably thinking I went back home and took my dress. Well, that didn't happen. Klaus did that for me. Thanks to him he provided my needed dress under the bags of blood that he gave me in a bag which he will take back.

I carry the bag on my shoulder as I step out of my motel room and into the street. I close the door and I bite my lip nervously as I stare at the uber I ordered. 

Later, I stand out of Mystic Falls High School which is crowded with people. The 60's music vibrated through the house and my hands tighten around the bag strap.

I gulp nervously and urge my legs to walk forward. I step inside through the high school doors and I'm immediately engulfed between the crowd. I hold the bag tightly as I squeeze my way through the people.

Hold up, how does Klaus even look like?

I scoff, face palming my face as I lean against the wall. My phone buzzes in my hand and I jump, letting out a deep breath. I check my phone and see another text message.

You look gorgeous in that dress I got you.

I glare down at my phone and scan the crowded dance floor, searching for the person who has their eyes on me. Surprisingly, half the crowd is looking at me and I'm starting to feel insecure.

I ignore the looks and punch a response.

You mean my dress that you stole from my closet?

He replies, You're welcome by the way.

What do you want from me?

Meet me in the hall.

I gulp and turn to the double doors that lead out of the dance floor. I take a deep breath when I can actually breath real air. I search the halls for Klaus when I have no idea how he looks like.

I walk down the corridor between the lockers and take a turn, walking into another hall. I groan and stomp over down the hall, annoyed that he decided to play hide and seek right now.

A figure standing in the cafeteria catches my eye and I turn to walk inside. "Alaric?" I ask, confused as Alaric smiles smugly at me. "Guess again." He says, smirking.

"Satan?" Realization dawns into me and I glare at him. "Yes." Klaus replies, chuckling. "Such a shame. What are you! Insecure?" I scoff, wondering why he had to posses a body.

"Funny." He says, keeping a straight face. "What do you want from ms, Klaus?" I ask, turning serious as I glare at him. "A lot of things, but today I have two people on my hit list. You and your witch best friend."

"What do you want with Bonnie?"

"Dead. I want her dead."

"I'm here, Klaus, you said no one would die if I came."

"But I didn't specify who, did I?"

I sneer under my breath and tighten my hand around the strap. "I don't want your gift." I respond, throwing the bag full of blood at him. He catches it easy, "Why?"

"Why give it to me?"

"Because you deserve it."

"Deserve it as an honor or deserve it as in torture?"

Alaric stares off into distance as he rubs his chin like he's in deep thought. "Hmmm. Both?"

"Well, give it to someone else. I don't want it."

"Exactly. You need it."

I gulp as he takes a tentative step towards me. "Why do you torture yourself Emilia, huh? Why stop the starvation when it's right in front of you. Why suffer when you could give up easily? Don't you crave blood. Don't you want to taste it. Don't you want to taste the blood of others and how tasty it is."

"No."

"Stop the act, Emilia. I know you need it. Stop torturing yourself snd just give in." He tries to persuade as he pulls out a blood bag and waves it in front of my face. "This is James's blood. It looks tasty doesn't it." The name James is sprawled on the blood bag with a black marker.

"I worked hard on these, Emilia. Those are valuable. I got for you blood from the best people in the world. Don't worry, I tasted a bit and they're tasty." He throws the blood bag at me and I catch it, staring down at it.

"I-It's you i-isn't it? You're the one who put blood in my milk box. You're the one who put that dead body in my room. You're the one who put blood in my shower head. You're the one who torture me this whole time."

"And I did it to prove that you can give in easily, Emilia. Just one sip and all the torture will go away. You can live your life back to normal with your friends where you don't have to hide." He sighs, "I'm trying to fix you."

I shake my head and sit down on the cafeteria chair that's behind me. I stare at the blood bag and his words run through my head, summarizing everything for me.

"B-But an anchor can solve my problem?" I say, weakly as I look up at him. "You don't want to spend your whole life searching for your anchor when you can do it the easy way, do you?" I shake my head, agreeing with him.

"Stop the torture, Emilia. Just one sip."

Tears brim my eyes as I twist the cover open. My breath catches in my throat as I bring the bag closer to my mouth. Alaric/Klaus kneels before me as my eyes roam the bag, tears managing to escape.

"Just one sip."

My lips wrap around the small straw and I sip, drinking the blood. The blood runs down my throat and I hum in delight. Half way through the bag, I groan at the delicious taste before I go back to sipping.

Klaus smiles at me and uncaps another blood bag, holding it out for me. I throw the empty blood bag on the floor and hesitantly take the offered bag from his hands.

"You're doing great, darling."

Blood escapes my lips and runs down my chin. Klaus runs his thumb on my chin and swipes the blood away. He brings his thumb to his lips and he sucks the blood drop off.

"Hmmm, that's Jasmine. She tastes amazing."

"She does." I say, my voice hoarse and I clear my throat. "You have to taste Luke. I couldn't get enough of him." He passes me a blood bag with Luke sprawled all over it.

A smirk breaks out into my face and I smile smugly at Alaric/Klaus who sends me a victory smile. He motions for me to continue drinking and that's what I do after I twist open the bag. I sip at the drink while he stares at me smugly.

"Emilia?"

My head snaps towards the familiar voice and my breath catches in my throat. Elena stands there with tears slipping past her eyes. She stares at me with sad eyes with Stefan, Bonnie, and Damon standing behind her.

She stares at me. She stares at me while I sit there with a blood bag in my hand and blood smeared across and around my lips.

"What did you do?" Elena whispers, looking at Alaric/Klaus. "I fixed her." He replies, smiling smugly at them.

I look at the floor shamefully as Elena continues to stare at me like she doesn't believe what she's seeing. "Emilia, don't let him do this to you." Elena says softly and I stand up, turning to look at her.

They all look at my fist which is squeezing the now empty blood bag. It falls to the floor and I take a step towards Elena. "He's not doing anything to me. Nobody is." I respond, my voice rough.

"Look at you." She whispers sadly as her eyes roam my face. "I'm perfectly aware of my hot mess, Elena. No need to point that out." I reply smugly and she shakes her head, tears continuing to run down her face.

"This isn't you."

"You're right, Elena, this isn't me. This is who I was supposed to be when I first stepped into the woods. I'm a werecoyote. Werecoyotes are monsters, Elena, they're wild animals. This is me. This is who I really. This is my environment. This is how I live. This is how my life works."

"But you can change it, Emilia, you-"

"You don't get it, do you?" I scoff. "This is who I am now, Elena. You can't change that." I take a step closer towards her, "Nobody can."

"Do whatever you want, Elena." I say, only an inch away from her. "You can try hard to change me, and while you're doing that make sure you keep in mind that I can't be changed."

"I don't believe that. This is your life we're talk-"

"Exactly, this is my life. It's none of your business." I say, my voice loud. "I'm your sister, Emilia, of course it's my business." Elena insists, shaking her head.

"My life. My choices. My mistakes. My lessons. Not your business." I yell, angrily before I push her at her shoulders causing her to stumble backwards, but Stefan rushes to help her.

"You stepped a line, Emilia." Damon steps forward, his jaw ticking. "Don't even try, Damon." I mutter, shaking my head. "This is not you." He whispers, looking at me sadly.

"Nope. Not having this conversation again." I scoff, shaking my head as I go to stand beside Alaric/Klaus. "Sorry folks, she's with me now." He says, smirking as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"I'm not with you, Klaus." I reply, taking his arm off my shoulder. "And I'm not with you guys too." I say, looking at the four of them. "I'm alone. I'm by myself and I like it that way."

I turn around to leave but stop at the doorway and turn to Satan. "Oh, and by the way the blood you gave me tastes disgusting. I'm going to get myself a real one."

"Emilia, don't! Don't do this! Emilia this isn't you." Elena cries, begging me. "This is me now, Elena. Can't get used to it? Don't."

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So......

I admit Emilia was a little mean back there, but it's life guys. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter because I sure did enjoy writing it :)

Just wanted to let you know that there is a few chapter before the third book❤ Yes, there's third book😊❤

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