SMIRKING TO MYSELF I jerk the door of the Mystic Falls Grill wide open. Stepping inside, the aroma of food and alcohol hits my nose. I smile widely and inhale the pleasant smell, my eyes roaming the busy Grill in wonder. Automatically, my legs take me unconsciously to the bar while my inner conscious grumbles for a drink.

I swing my legs on the stool and cross my arms on the bar, using my fingers to usher the bartender over to me. Smirking, the bartender practically flew over to me before he places his muscular arms on the counter.

"What can I get for you, sexy?" his husky voice speaks, his eyes roaming my upper body in hunger, his eyes lingering on my breasts longer.

"I'll take a glass of tequila." I purposely mutter sexily, biting my lip as I eye him.

I could practically hear his bloods pumping through his veins, calling out to me. Especially his neck with his veins popping out, madly pumping like they were purposely laughing at me for not being able to just jump over the bar and ravish him.

"So no guy?" his seductive voice breaks me out of my trance from his neck.

"What?" I ask, frowning as I did not understand his question.

"Are you here alone?" he asks, grabbing a bottle of tequila and pouring me a glass.

"Yes." I answer, shrugging as I play with my fingers innocently.

It was all part of the act.

"So, how did you end up drinking alone tonight?" he continues, flashing me his white pearly teeth as he slides my glass of tequila across the table.

"Funny you say that, actually." I chuckle, taking a sip from my drink. "I was hoping you could entertain me." I whisper sensually, running my finger along the brim of my glass.

The bartender grins excitedly before he leans in, his face inches away from my mine. His eyes were practically undressing me due to the fact that he kept eyeing my body.

I laughed to my self evilly. I had the guy wrapped around my finger.

"So what are we exactly waiting for?" he whispers, his minty breath hitting my nose.

"Patience, babe." I whisper, biting my lip as I purposely run my finger down his chest, stopping at the belt of his pants.

Our lips were inches away and the guy was practically on the table. I smile to myself knowing very well that I was gonna have one hell of a good meal.

"Ugh," he groaned, throwing his head back. "I can't wait any longer." he hisses before he smashes his lips against mine.

I smirk, sliding my arms around his neck and clasping my hands. I pull him closer and wrap my lips around his. Our lips move against each other with a hungry urge.

Forcefully, the bartender pulls back and grabs my hand. He pulls me out of my chair and then pulls me across the bar and towards him. I chuckle as he pulls me urgently to the door that leads to the kitchen.

Instantly, he slams my body against the wall in the empty hall. I moan when his lips latch onto my neck, biting and sucking. I instantly pushed him away and lunged at his lips.

He couldn't create a hickey. He'd watch it disappear right before his eyes.

I pushed him away and met his eyes, holding his head to force him to look at me.

"You are not allowed to scream through what you are about to experience." I tell him, using my brain to compel him. "Do you understand?"

"I understand." he voices, nodding his head.

"Now where were we?" I smirk before latching my lips onto his.

A sexy moan grumbles from the back of his throat and I smirk to my self, slowly dragging my kisses across his jaw. I kissed and sucked his skin till I came across my target.

Not able to wait any longer, I lung at his neck. My fangs slip into his neck and he gasps, his voice barely audible.

I hold his body with my arms and suck at his neck, drinking the fresh human blood and enjoying every single fucking sip of it.

"The wonderful taste of fresh human blood." I groan to myself, digging back into his neck.

The bartender was slipping into unconsciousness and I didn't give a single fuck. That's of course until one of his mates called out to him.

"Mark, where are you?" A voice called from outside. "The bar is going crazy." He called out, sounding furious.

Due to his name tag, I knew that my meal was indeed Mark.

Groaning to myself, I pulled back and looked at Mark who seemed to still have his consciousness. Mark groaned and moved to press his neck to my lips urgently. But I laughed and pushed him back gently.

"I hate to keep you waiting, Mark." I tell him, using the back of my hand to wipe the blood that was smeared across my face.

"No. No, I want to stay." he mutters, stepping closer to me.

"I want you to stay too." I reply, "But I'll be back later and you and I could finish what we started."

Mark nods and I compel him, "You will not remember any of this, understood? And cover your neck for christ's sake."

"Understood."

Taking my chance, I speed away from Mark and swiftly land outside. Instantly, the cold breeze blows against my skin as I stand outside in the parking lot of the grill.

Suddenly, a wooden bullet is swiftly shot at my shoulder and I hiss. Before a I could act, multiple other wooden bullets are shot at my body.

I fall to my knees just as a man stops in front of me before he inserts a shot into my neck. I groan loudly when the vervain burns through my veins right before I fall into unconsciousness.

—

Gaining consciousness, I sit up swiftly with a gasp but instantly fall back in pain when I feel the wooden bullets in me shift. The bullets scrape against my skin which caused severe pain that I wanted to get rid of as fast as possible.

I extend my claws in my right hand, shifting them. I slowly slip the nails of my forefinger and thumb into my shoulder, my back arching in my pain as I pull the piece of wood out, hissing repeatedly.

I threw the piece on the floor and took multiple deep breaths before I swiftly pulled the other bullets out of my body, throwing the pieces on the ground furiously.

After getting rid of all the pieces, I slowly sit up and crawl to lean my back against the wall. I finally took time to let my eyes roam my surroundings.

I was in some kind of barn. I was locked in a cellar with no lights seeping through the windows that were covered. The air was hot and damp, causing my body to sweat.

My eyes latch onto the last person I expected to see. She was in the cellar in front of me, leaning against the wall for support.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." I cursed, gaping. "You're alive?"

Elena groaned as her eyes fluttered open, instantly meeting my own. Upon seeing me, she sat up and her eyes widened as she looked at me.

"Oh, my god! You're alive." she gasped, pursing her lips as she sent me a small smile.

"No shit." I scoffed, rolling my eyes

"Emilia, what happened to you?" Elena croaks, giving me a sad look. "This isn't you."

"You're right, Elena. This is not me." I repeat, looking at her. "This is the new me, bitch." I add, glaring at her.

"Hey sista, guess what?" Rebekah's voice comes from the cellar beside mine.

"What?"

"Your sister is a newbie vampire." her heavy accent says as she chuckles. "She's in transition and I'd say she's got three hours before I get to watch her die all over again." she adds.

I raise an interested eyebrow and turn to Elena, smirking at her. "You're dead." I say, my smirk widening.

"Emilia. Stop it!" Stefan groans from the cellar beside Elena's.

"Emilia, stop it." I micmic, rolling my eyes. "Stefan for fuck's sake, shut up."

"Emilia, why are you like this?" Elena asks, her face even paler.

"She turned her emotions off." Stefan answers, "She's as cold as ice."

"Thanks, Mr I know it all." I mumble, rolling my eyes with a sigh. "Anyways, I'm going to take a nap. Ya'll wake me up when you've figured out a way to escape. Oh and also wake me up if Elena's dying." I add before I close my eyes.

"Why do you hate me?"

I groan and my eyes snap open, instantly glaring at Elena's tired figure.

"I just do." I reply, shrugging.

"Is this how you're planning to spend the rest of your life?" she asks, "Hating me and being cold."

"Yep. It's a good feeling if you ask me."

It was not. It was pure torture.

"What about Damon?" she croaks.

"What about him?" I ask, clicking my tongue in annoyance.

"He's the love of your life."

"Did you think about that when you kissed him?" I fired back, glaring at her.

"Please tell me you're still not mad at that." she says quietly.

"It's a little too late to ask that question, Elena." I replied, "I was furious with you, but now I just don't care at all."

"Okay but — "

"No, honey, you don't have the right to sit there and question why I hate you." I cut her off, "I hated you, okay? I hated you for kissing Damon. I hated you for being selfish and for thinking about nobody but yourself. I had sacrificed my humanity because I didn't want you to be alone. I turned my emotions off because I thought you died and I didn't want to live with myself. I hated you for not thanking me for everything I've sacrificed for you.

You were ready to give Elijah the white oak stake and you didn't even think about me. You didn't think about how I am sired to Klaus and that I'll be gone with them. All you thought about was how you were going to live your normal and happy life. I can't believe you're selfish enough to be ready to remove me from your life.

You're my sister for christ's sake! My other half and without you I'm no one. I loved you Elena, I loved you so much. But you didn't and you still don't. I gave up hope on you. And you know what? I hope you feed and I hope you suffer through being a vampire. Maybe then, you will realize what life is without me."

Tears were streaming down Elena's face and she was sobbing. But I didn't care and I never will.

"But now I don't hate you." I added, "Now, I just feel absolutely nothing towards you."

I stood up, slipped my hand between the bars and grabbed the lock between my fist. I clenched my fist hard enough for the lock to break and fall down on the floor with a thud. I pulled open the bars and stepped out, dusting off my hands.

"Well," I begin, looking at Elena through her cell. "Have a nice life, bitch. I'm done trying to be in it." I send her a sarcastic smile before I walk out of the barn but.

"Emilia, please don't leave me!" she cries out, sitting on her knees as she grasps the bars around her hands.

"This is me now, Elena." I tell her, turning to look at her. "Get used to it or get the hell out of my life." I spat at her before I finally walk out of the barn.

I walk across the empty field and catch sight of Damon fighting off two police men. I watch as he stabs one of them with a gun in his heart before he lets him go and he falls dead to the floor.

I smirk and walk towards Damon, my hands slipping into my back pockets.

"Well that was hot." I speak, catching his attention. He turns to look at me and his eyes widen in pure shock.

Before I could utter another word, he crushes me in a bear hug. I chuckle as he wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face into my neck.

"You're alive." he breathes, a smile in his voice.

"Yes, I am. Now, get off me." I reply, pushing him away.

Damon pulls back and looks at me, his face falling. "You turned your emotions off, didn't you?" he asks, pursing his lips.

"How'd you know?"

"Something felt off about you." he said quietly, bringing his hand up to caress my face but I swatted his hands away.

"Well aren't you mister observant."

Damon stayed silent, looking down at the floor.

"Well I'd love to stay here and watch you think about life." I said, "But I have better thinks to do."

I walked past him, feeling his stare boring into my back.

—

Pushing open the mansion's huge doors, I step inside the big house and close the door behind me. I let out a deep breath and walk deeper into the house, heading over to the stairs.

I run my fingers tiredly through my hair as I climb up the steps. The house was quiet and empty since it was only Rebekah and I who stayed here. But Rebekah was still stuck in the cellar so it was only me.

I stepped inside my room and turned on the lights, shutting the door behind me. I dimmed the lights and walked over to my long mirror. I stopped in front of it and studied my appearance.

Messy hair, bloody shirt, bloody skin, healing wounds, holes in clothes, and basically a mess.

"Princess."

I turned around to see Klaus standing in my doorway, smiling. He stepped forward.

"How was your day?" he asks.

"Great. Now leave." I replied, swiftly turning around to enter my bathroom.

"Alright," he clicked his tongue, "Have a good night sleep."

"Yeah, whatever." I muttered before hearing a door click shut.

Okay so I edited this chapter and made it more cold, I deleted the scenes where Emilia showed emotion even though she wasn't supposed to. But nothing too extreme changed.

I'm so fucking happy that the first chapter of the fourth book is finally done. I'm really proud of how this chapter turned out and I hope you guys liked it.

What do you guys think of the new Emilia?

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