She walked up to the house with a large bag clutched in her right hand, but stopped suddenly. She remembered the last four words her mother had ever said to her. 'Don't ever come back.' She then hesitated, but continued down the paving. She came to a huge wooden door with a golden brass knocker and paused.
"Should I, or should I not?" she continued to do what her hand had already began to do. She gripped onto the cold, brass handle, and lifted it up. As she began to knock, she felt a cold shiver down her spine. All of a sudden, she swiftly turned around; not knowing what had compelled her to do so. A man stood there, with deep blue daggers as eyes. It was Damon Salvatore.
"Why hello there... what brings you to my domain?" he quietly asked, squinting his eyes; looking at her up and down.
"Who are you?" she asked, stepping backwards, to eventually lean against the door very slightly.
"Shouldn't I be asking that question? ... Hmmm, English?" he replied, with a slight smirk upon his face. She paused for a couple of seconds, and took a deep breath,
"I'm Amelia. And yes, I am from England." She stated, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms.
"Well, okay… Amelia from England, why are you at my door?" Damon asked, seeming confused yet sustained the smirk on his pale white face.
"…can you stand back a bit? Jeez, ever heard of personal space?" she answered, breathing more heavily, and gently pushing Damon's chest backwards a little.
"Ermm, excuse me if I'm making you feel uncomfortable, but it's you who is standing shiftily at my front door! So I'll ask again, who are you?" He said this louder with a hint of anger; his face was near hers, close enough for her to feel each of his icy breaths against her forehead.
"I told you. I'm Amelia." She said as she leant against the door as far back as she could, as if she thought she could move further backwards, through the door.
"Look, I'm not playing games with you 'Amelia', now you're going to tell me who you are and why you are here." He said this with such determination; he knew the answer would disperse from her mouth, that is, if she was human.
"No use attempting to compel me. It won't work." She replied, sounding arrogant. He began to seem angrier, but then calmed and asked:
"…are you a vampire?" he said, standing back and scrunching his eyebrows, to portray confusion. She hesitated for a moment then replied:
"…yes. I am. And the reason why I'm here is because…Elena."
Damon looked surprised and shocked at the same time; I mean, this random girl knew the name of his girlfriend and was a vampire also. Damon opened the door and allowed the girl in. He walked over to the small table and poured himself a glass of bourbon. The girl walked over to the centre of the room, placed her bag down on the floor and looked all around her. The room was traditional and dark, with only sunlight partially shining through the windows.
"So let's cut to the chase. What do you know about Elena?" Damon spoke, drinking the last of his bourbon, then looked at her travel bag.
"I know she's a vampire.' She began, Damon looked up towards the girl surprised, "…I know that she is also a doppelganger. I know that she is dating a guy named Damon…"
"That would be me." Damon cut in, pouring himself yet another glass.
"…oh, so you're the illustrious Damon Salvatore." She replied, looking Damon up and down, as he did to her when she had first appeared.
"Illustrious? What have you heard about me?" He inquisitively asked, suspiciously.
"…Hmmm, that you were the guy who never got the girl, until one day, Elena was brought back to life after a car accident caused by the one and only Rebekkah Mikaelson. Everybody thought she was dead, until Doctor Fell had revealed how she previously saved Elena from a brain haemorrhage using your blood which she had been using to save various peoples' lives. Then, we all know how the story continued… basically Elena drowned to death, came back to life with your blood in her system, she was sired to you, and then she revealed she truly loved you, and now you're living happily ever after. Only no. Because you and Elena are going against fate, so the fates are attempting to break you guys up and fulfil the prophecy of the doppelgangers… anddd we're finished. Anything else?" She finally sat down and took a deep breath, only Damon wasn't happy that this stranger knew everything about his girlfriend and himself. He ran and grabbed her against the wall by her neck and said:
"How do you know so much? Are you working for Klaus?" Damon shouted viciously, his eyes now red with anger, veins flowing from his eyes downwards towards his cheeks.
"Whh... ? Klaus… what… no… let… go…of…of… me. NOW!" As she choked continuously, she pushed Damon away aggressively, and powerfully slammed his arms against the wall, denting it in the process.
"What are you playing at Damon!? You don't even know me, and you're pulling stunts like that?" She shouted in his face, breathing heavily.
"What… how are you this strong? What you must be like 16?" Damon replied, attempting to get loose.
"…17 actually." She calmingly said, then gave a fake smile, "...now, if you promise to calm yourself, I will explain everything, okay? I'm on your side; I'm here to help Elena."
"My side? Wait, help Elena with what? What can you possibly do? Look at you, you're like a baby compared to me." Damon sarcastically stated, almost laughing. She slammed his arms against the wall again, and powerfully pushed her right knee into his stomach. Damon gasped and groaned loudly.
"What were saying?" Amelia smirked, "...Look. I said I'd explain everything to you if you calmed down. Now keep quiet, and listen to me. Alright?" She stated. Damon took a few seconds to catch his breath, then nodded in agreement. She released his arms gently, then ushered him to take a seat. Damon held his stomach in pain, then composed himself and sat down.
"…look. Let's start again. Hello, I'm Amelia." She said, holding her hand out for Damon to shake. At first he was hesitant, but didn't want to go back on his agreement to co-operate with Amelia. He held out his hand, and they shook.
"…Amelia what?" He began, quietly.
"Just Amelia." She replied smiling, sitting next to him.
"Damon Salvatore." They pulled their hands away, and Amelia began to tell him why she was at his residence.
"I lied... well just a little...well I didn't'...well I kind of did…" she began,
"Spit it our girl." Damon interrupted,
Amelia continued: "…I am a vampire… but also a werewolf…"
"…you're a hybrid…" Damon again interrupted,
"…I'm not finished…" Amelia sharply snapped, dropping her head in a shameful manner.
"What do you mean?" Damon questioned, worryingly.
"…not only am I a vampire, a werewolf… I'm also a witch." She stated, seriously.
"…That's impossible! That can't happen. That would be an inba…"
"…an imbalance of nature. I know. But it's true; I'm like, a trybrid or something…" Amelia continued on.
"Prove it." Damon said, quietly. Amelia then stood up and began saying a spell:
"Optium, findale, hinder, epsole, trebum, optium, findale, hinder, epsole, trebum…" she chanted, as the room began to blow with wind and paper began to fly across the room, surrounding Damon's head. He was shocked. He stood up and looked up at the flying paper above his head. He didn't know why, but he began to smile; the wind blowing through his hair, making him shiver all over. Amelia stopped her chant and sighed heavily.
"Believe me now?" She asked, sitting back down onto the sofa.
"…I still don't understand how it's possible. How can you be a witch, werewolf and vampire? It's never happened before, well not that I know of. I've never met a hybrid with powers." Damon stated, looking rather shocked, still attempting to process this new information and the girl herself.
"Look. Right now, it doesn't matter what I am. I'm here to see Elena…" As Amelia said this, the door swung open. Stefan Salvatore stood there, and tilted his head to the right hand side.
"What's going on in here?" He asked viewing the piles of paper laid out around the room. He circled the room with his eyes, until they were drawn to Amelia, who had stood up quickly due to the shock of him entering the room. Stefan stared at her continuously, then tilted his head yet again and said:
"And who's this?" he said this with a suspicious look on his face, eyebrows lowered and arms now folded. He stood tally, shoulders were back and broad.
"Stefan Salvatore, brother of Damon Salvatore. Ex lover…. Sorry… of Elena Gilbert." Amelia replied with, smiling but then saw Stefan lower his head, seeming upset. "Sorry…" she finished. Stefan took a deep breath and sighed, then looked confusingly at Damon.
"…Yeah, she kind of knows everything. She's like a clairvoyant…" Damon interrupted, producing a fake smile towards Amelia, she responded with raised eyebrows.
"How do you know so much then…" Stefan ushered Amelia to reveal her name.
"…Amelia. And I know things because I am a witch." She revealed.
"…and a vampire and a werewolf…" Damon added, looking at Stefan, "…where have you been anyway?" Damon asked, suspiciously.
"…doesn't matter." Stefan then turned to Amelia, "…what do you mean you're a witch, vampire and werewolf?" then moved closer to her.
"She won't say…" Damon began.
"…Not until I see Elena." Amelia finished. Both brothers looked swiftly at each other, and then turned to Amelia in sync.
Nobody spoke for at least a minute…until Amelia broke the daunting silence.
"Look! I know both of you do not trust me because you do not know me, but I am a trustworthy person, and I am being honest when I say I will tell you everything once I've seen and spoken to Elena. Okay?" Amelia stated, more angrily. She looked a Damon first, then Stefan who looked at her, and sighed.
"Damon. Ring Elena." he said this quietly and tiresomely.
"Wait what? I'm not being funny but I don't want to put my girlfriend's life in danger, if Amelia is some hybrid witch girl who has come to kill her!" Damon angrily replied.
"For god sake…" Amelia jeered, looking annoyed and more impatient now.
"Damon, if she was planning something, she would have gone straight to find Elena by now, why would she stop here for so long first?" Stefan sighed, annoyed.
"Exactly! Why did you come here?" Damon asked Amelia, moving closer to her, as if he was about to hit her. Stefan put his arm in front of Damon, as if he was creating a barrier for Amelia.
"What are you doing?" Damon whispered.
"You're not going to hurt her. She may have important information, for all we know. So no, you're not going to touch her, okay?" Stefan quietly angered.
"Brother, I wouldn't think that you're stronger than me if I were you. I may have moved on from my dark days, but I'm still Damon, I'm still your big brother, who could punch you until next Tuesday." Damon smiled, sarcastically into Stefan's face. Amelia just stood there, looking bewildered.
"Oh god. You guys are stupid. I'm not here to hurt Elena; I'm here to bloody protect her! I'm her protector!" Amelia said, pulling the two men apart, easily.
"Wow, you're strong." Stefan quietly said, looking confused once again.
"Yes we've already established this when she SLAMMED ME AGAINST THE WALL!" Damon said this loudly, widening his eyes, his head closely towards Amelia's again.
"Look. Just bring me Elena, or I'll have to go get her myself." Amelia threateningly said, moving away from the brothers, and walking towards the corridor to the stairs.
"Woah, woah, woah…is that a threat?" Damon began, as Amelia walked away.
"Where are you going?" Stefan asked, speaking loudly across the room.
"I'm going to look for a room." She stated as she picked up her travel bag and walked up the stairs.
"Woah, woah, woah, you are not staying here Amelia! This is a hybrid free-zone." Damon shouted after Amelia.
"It's no use, she has already gone." Stefan said as he walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of bourbon, Damon followed with his empty glass and Stefan also poured him a glass.
"Look, I know she could be anybody. But come on, how old is she? She looks like she's just looking for an old friend. May be she knows Elena, maybe Elena used to baby-sit her or something?" Stefan said drinking his bourbon.
"…baby-sit? Brother, that girl looks as shifty as the day Britney said she was having her hair cut!" Damon stated.
"That literally makes no sense. At the end of the day, Amelia is here, we don't know what she wants, but we will find out, okay? We'll get to the bottom of this, but right now, we need to keep her close to us as possible." Stefan quietly argued.
"Well if anything happens to Elena… it's on your head brother." Damon affirmed, slamming his glass onto the table and smashing it into millions of transparent shards.
