I stand, arms crossed over my chest, drumming my fingers lightly.
"Remind me again why we were dragged to this boring town?" Fletcher asks, voice dripping in contempt. "They want us to be close to those Salvatore boys, why?"
"It's not as if we've ever made ourselves targets," August adds and I shrug my shoulders.
"However, should they find out that we cannot be killed it might cause us to swiftly become targets," I remind them and peek out the window.
"Mother and Father would not have made us come here for no reason," I say as I let the curtain fall back in front of the window. I turn and face my brother, fingers still drumming. "I've got an odd feeling about this town." Fletcher rolls his eyes at me and then groans.
"You might be the most powerful of us, dear sister, but you are certainly the oddest as well." He remarks and lifts himself from the sofa.
"Perhaps that's why all of my prior engagements have fallen through," I remark in false thought and they both chuckle.
"Or it could have been because that Mikaelson boy took a liking to you." August points out and I roll my eyes.
"Niklaus Mikaelson hardly took a liking to me, he took a liking to what I could offer him. He didn't love me, he loved my power." I remark sourly.
"Wouldn't it be odd if we encountered them here as well? This town used to be their old stomping grounds as well." Fletcher remarks with a devious smirk.
"I'd rather throw myself into a pond with stones tied to my ankles," I respond and peek out the window again. My stomach drops to my feet as I see an all too familiar family approach our door.
"You just had to go and summon them, didn't you Fletcher?" I ask.
"August you answer the door. It'd be better if they didn't see me." I say and step into the sitting room with Fletcher. Three sharp knocks sound on the door before August pulls it open.
"Hello Mikaelsons." He says and pushes the door open. "Wouldn't you like to come in?" He asks and throws me a devious glance.
"Burn in hell August," I remark before settling in a chair.
"I'll see you there Emerald," He responds as he leads the Mikaelsons into our sitting room.
"Long time no see," Fletcher says, still slouching.
"Sit up straight before I make you," I snap at him and he slowly slides into a proper sitting position.
"Yes Mother," He responds sarcastically.
"You and I both know I am far worse than our Mother," I snarl before turning my attention to the Mikaelsons. I lock eyes for a moment with Niklaus before springing up.
"Would anyone like a drink?" I ask pretending to be the perfect little hostess. I walk into the kitchen and grab one of our better bottles of wine and seven wine glasses. A few minutes later I walk back into the sitting room and set the tray on the table. I then retreat to the corner furthest away from Niklaus.
"So what brings you to Mystic Falls?" Elijah asks, scanning us. I stand, wine glass in hand and just shrug.
"Emerald, you're bleeding," August says with genuine concern in his voice. I touch my face and when I pull my hand away there's deep crimson blood on my hand.
Suddenly, it feels as if all air has been sucked from my lungs and I begin choking. My glass shatters on the ground as I grasp for my neck. Fletcher crosses the room to me first as blackness dances at the edges of my vision. I feel my knees give out as my vision becomes a narrow tunnel. I fall to the ground with a thud as the blackness closes in.
I suck in a large breath of air before I start violently coughing. I lurch forward as Fletcher pounds my back. Every cough causes dirt to pour out of my mouth until it finally stops. August looks at me panicked.
"Are you okay?" He asks quietly and I nod despite the fact that I am shaking. I scoop some dirt into my hand and then smell it.
"It smells like a grave," I remark before I stand and dust myself off. A flashing moment of concern crosses Niklaus' face.
"What just happened?" Kol asks looking between me and my brothers.
"Someone just tried to kill me," I remark before I go off to grab a broom. I look down at my once white shirt and groan.
"Can't I own anything white without it being destroyed?" I ask mostly to myself.
"Well, white is meant for virgins..." Fletcher responds sarcastically and I just stare at him blankly until his laughter dies in his throat.
"I do hate to cut this reunion short, but seeing as I have recently been cursed, I think my time would be better spent finding the person who did this to me. I'm sure Fletcher and August are more than happy to keep you company. " I say and step towards our basement. "Boys, if you need me you know where to find me. " I say and then climb the stairs into the basement. The voices above me are muffled as I settle onto the ground. Soon it feels as if I am floating and small flashes of a room come before me. The sound of something clattering to the floor jolts me from my state. My eyes fly open to find Niklaus standing at one of my shelves.
"You shouldn't be down here." I tell him as calmly as I can manage.
"I've missed you." He says ignoring my last comment.
"Have you now?" I respond sarcastically.
"Why is that so hard for you to believe?" He says sounding angry.
"Perhaps it's because of the numerous times you used me to further your own agenda?" I respond, "Or maybe it's because you abandoned me?" My voice starts to crack just a little.
"You shouldn't be down here," I say again with finality as he crosses the floor to me. He puts his hands on either side of my face and kisses me.
"I really have missed you." He says when he pulls away. I stare at him for a long moment.
"Prove it," I respond in a challenging tone before I push away from him and stalk up the stairs. I continue out the front door and into the rain, I hadn't realized had started. I can hear Niklaus' footsteps behind me.
"You don't get to do this Niklaus." I almost yell, "You don't get to act like a sorrowful puppy." I say, feeling the heat rise up my neck.
"You don't get to pretend as if you didn't hurt me. You broke me Niklaus!" I yell as the heat intensifies. I cover my face and let out a loud screech as the flames nip up against my legs. They crackle for about a full minute before disappearing.
"You don't get to do this to me," I remark and I hold my hands out in front of me palms up and close my eyes. When I reopen them, I am inside of my bedroom. I throw the door open when a new sensation washes over me. The world around me begins tilting and wobbling. I head towards the stairs and tumble down them.
"Jesus Christ, Emerald!" Fletcher says and I look up at his wobbling form before I start choking. I can feel something warm dribble down my chin.
"This is bad..." I can hear August say, but it's very muffled. My body feels very cold before the black washes over me yet again.