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A/N: OH MY GOD! SEQUEL TIME!
Alright guys. Yes this is a sequel to Far From an Angel and I am so excited. I was having a blast writing this chappie!
Thank you for the last reviews to Far From an Angel! I was happy and thank you for those who placed my story and me on your favorites and alert system. THANK YOU! YOU ALL GET A COOKIE MY GRANDMA MADE FOR YOU GUYS!
Thank you, Grams :)
For Adrianna, who is now secretly Elena, but only you guys know that ;) will be called "Elena" (IF SHE IS ALONE OR WITH NOAH SHE WILL BE CALLED ADRIANNA, BECAUSE ONLY HER AND NOAH KNOW) because the other wonderful characters, which some are hot, for example Damon (awww Damon love you! xoxo) sorry, that was a little fangirlish moment, BACK ON TOPIC MISS AMANDA... that is the reason why I am calling Adrianna "Elena", because right now she looks like Elena and everyone believes that Adrianna is the wonderful sweet loving Elena.
Ha! Wait till they find out...
Or will they ever find out?
*Evil Laugh*
Alright guys, enjoy!
The Fight
Sequel to Far From an Angel
by SnowWhite1864
For my dad, who recently passed away.
I love you, Dad.
Chapter 1
The Guilt
"Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you."
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent
Emma McKay's green orbs widened as she examined the two police cars that were parked outside of her white home. The lights of the police cars flickered with red, white, and blue. Soon the bright colored light brought spots in her vision as guilt settled deep inside her chest for being gone this long. Emma raised her head a bit, looking up at Damon. She frowned as she met his ocean blue orbs and then she looked away from him to stare at the police cars again.
"Meredith is going to kill me," her voice croaked out and she swallowed, feeling her mouth dry up. Damon placed a single hand on her slim back, rubbing his hand slowly up and down. He shook his head slightly. "No," he said. "If anyone will kill you, it'll be Ava. You didn't get her year supply of Lucky Charms, but no need to worry. Damon Salvatore is here."
A small smile yanked on Emma's pink lips as she forced her legs to walk closer to her home/ Damon and she have walked from the Lockwood's to her home, and throughout the whole walk, she could feel the guilt eat at her insides, turning them to mush.
"Now I really have something to worry about," she joked, walking to the front of the house.
"You and I could form a team," Damon suggested. "It would be against Allison and Ava. I bet you we would win. I'm really good at chutes and ladders."
"I don't know," Emma said, her voice in a high pitch. "Meredith would kill us all. She's crazy when she's angry."
"Not as crazy as me," Damon said, removing his hand from Emma's slim back to cross his arms over his muscular chest.
Emma nodded her head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Exactly," she agreed. "Which is why it wouldn't end well. You should go home and play the chutes and ladders by yourself, while I sleep until I'm thirty and grounded until ninety."
Damon stopped his legs from walked, forcing Emma to stop walking and turn around to look at him. Damon placed a hand over his heart dramatically as Emma breathed out a small giggle, rolling her eyes at his antics.
"Now why would you wound a broken man like that?" Damon questioned. Emma walked closer to him, placing her hand over his hand, where he held his undead beating heart.
"Because Meredith will murder me. Like I said before, she would ground me until I'm ninety."
"But you are 18," Damon said, pouting. "She has no right."
Emma gave a small smile at the reminder she was an adult, therefore, legally she could do what she wanted, but then Emma realized she should have never left without telling her friends, Meredith, or her siblings. She should have never went back in time. She should have said no with helping Damon going to the past. It was all for a waste, considering it was a horrible depressing time. The only plus side was it brought Emma and Damon closer. She saw a personal even in his life, while he saw a personal event in her's. It was important for each of them to see that part of each other, to get a better grasp on the two of them, so in a way, Emma didn't regret going in the past. She just regretted running into her father.
"Meredith is still like my mother. I need to respect her, Damon, and respecting means not doing what I did. I was wrong this time and you know it too. You just don't want to admit it, because in a way, you were wrong too."
Damon rolled his eyes at Emma's words and she shook her head. He removed his hand from his chest and forced Emma to move her hand. "I don't think so. I', never wrong."
Emma raised an eyebrow as she placed her right hand on Damon's cheek, stroking it softly with her thumb. "That's a lie. You're wrong now."
Damon shook his head, wrapping his arm around her petite waist, pulling her closer to his flesh. "That's a lie, McKay and you know it."
Emma shook her head, looking up at him. "I know nothing," she said and Damon nodded his head. "Yeah," he said, agreeing. "That part is true."
Emma pouted her pink lips as she removed her hand from his cheek. She pushed herself out of his hold and turned her back to him, walking to the front door of the white house that was her home. She turned around, her green orbs meeting his ocean blue orbs.
"I was going to give you a kiss, but since I know nothing..." she said, allowing the sentence to hand as she shrugged her shoulders. She turned around, turning her back to him again. A small smile plastered on her pink lips as she heard Damon's footsteps behind her. She turned around and puckered her lips in a blowing stance, placing her hand under her chin, blowing softly. "I suppose you will have to settle with that," she said. Damon shook his head as he looked up at Emma as if she was his next victim. Emma squealed as she quickly wrapped her shaky hands onto the door knob, turning it slightly. She bit down on her lips as the door opened. She quickly took a step into her house, slamming the door in Damon's face. The smile was still upon her lips, but a slight blush spread on her cheeks.
Emma heard loud footsteps walking towards the room she was in. Emma took a deep breath, preparing herself for facing the wrath of Meredith. Emma slowly turned around, allowing her back to face against the black front door. When she turned around, her green eyes met with a pair of dark brown eyes that belonged to Meredith. Emma frowned staring into Meredith's eyes, noticing how bloodshot they were. Unshed tears clogged in her eyes, giving Meredith's eyes a glassy appearance. Emma opened her mouth to speak, but before a word could escape from her lips, she felt Meredith's arms wrap tightly around her. Emma furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding why she would receive this kind of treatment, but she would rather have Meredith hug her as if she was squeezing a bug, rather than attacking her with screaming.
Emma awkwardly brought her hands up to Meredith's slim form, hugging her as well, as she rested her chin on Meredith's shoulder. She could hear Meredith snuffle and she knew Meredith was crying again and Emma began to feel the guilt stir up deep inside her chest again. Emma slowly pulled away from Meredith and looked into her chocolate eyes.
"Emma," Meredith said, examining Emma with her eyes as she placed a hand on Emma's flushed cheek. Emma frowned, hearing the worry in Meredith's voice as she spoke. "Where were you?"
Emma frowned at the words. She couldn't tell Meredith how she went back to the past to retrieve information on Carol's death. Meredith probably wouldn't believe her and she would also kill her for being alone with Damon. Emma dug through her creative file in her brain, trying to find a great excuse for why she's been gone for two days. Finally she found something useful and she used it.
"I-" Emma took a deep breath, preparing herself for the lie. "-I went back to Ohio," she said and when she heard herself speak that excuse, she realized how pathetic it was. Emma would never go back to that Godforsaken state that was once her home. The only reason would be to visit her mother's small nice cemetery that was located in Ohio, but other than that, there wouldn't be another reason to go back there. If she did, the only thing she would accomplish would be to reminisce the torture her father caused her and she didn't need the help from Ohio to do that. She could do that without the help of Ohio.
"You what?" Meredith said, her voice dripping with rage as she spoke. Meredith pulled her hands away from Emma as she clenched her jaw to the side, crossing her arms over her chest. Meredith took in deep breaths of air and shook her head as the tears fell some more. Emma looked down at the hard wooden floor, feeling the horrible guilt laughing at her.
"I went to Ohio," Emma forced herself to repeat. Emma began to believe the lie herself, as she thought for the reasons on why she would go back to Ohio and then she finally received the reason why she would go back there. If Emma believed the lie, she could make the lie more believable.
"I got that, Emma," Meredith said, voice cold and harsh, filled with pain. "Why would you do that without consulting with me?" Meredith interrogated and Emma swallowed.
"I knew you wouldn't let me go."
"Of course I wouldn't let you go there, Emma! You and your sisters went though hell there. I wouldn't want you to go back there. Why would you even want to go back there?"
Emma thought of her mother as she forced tears to come to her eyes. Memories of her mother swam in her eyes and she could feel the tears pickling at the rim of her eyes. Emma was a better actress than she thought.
"I needed to visit Mom," was her only answer as she tucked a stray strand of her dark hair behind her ear.
Meredith was about to speak, but before she could get a word out, on of the police officers spoke, pulling Meredith and Emma out of their conversation. That's when Emma remembered the police cars outside of her house.
"Is everything alright here then?" the police officer questioned and Emma looked away from Meredith and to the officer, who looked quite young to be a police officer. Emma met the almond orbs of the officer's eyes and nodded her head, but then Meredith turned around, turning her back to Emma as she looked up at the police officer, as his partner walked into the room and stood beside him.
"No. I still have two people who are missing. Both of them are my adoptive daughters."
The younger police officer simply nodding his head, tucking his hands into his pocket, while the older one, his partner, appeared to be in his mid thirties had his arms folded. "I understand," the younger one said, "but perhaps they're both out doing what teenagers do," he suggested and Emma looked up at Meredith who shook her head.
"No," Meredith said, her voice quite irritated. "They aren't like that."
Emma licked her lips as she walked beside Meredith. "Ava and Allison are missing?" she questioned and Meredith looked away at Emma as she spoke, making the guilt stab Emma even more. "How long?"
"You would know that if you didn't go back to Ohio."
Emma shook her head, feeling anger radiating off her from Meredith's comment. "I miss my mom, Meredith. I needed to go back there. I needed to visit her. Just because she's dead, doesn't mean I don't want to still be around her." Emma felt a single tear fall from her eye as she looked up at the young police officer.
"How long have they been gone?" she asked him, her eyes studying his almond ones. The police officer looked from Emma and to Meredith. His gaze them settled on Emma as he ran a hand through his ashy blonde hair.
"I believe the girl named Ava has been gone for two days, while the girl named Allison went missing about five hours ago. She took your friend's car and left. Your friend was the one who called us.
Emma wiped a clear tear off her cheek as she nodded her head. "Where's my friend?" she questioned. "I would like to talk to her."
"Oh, no," Meredith said, shaking her head, after hearing Emma's statement. "You're grounded, Emma. You scared me. I - I didn't know where you were. I didn't know what happened to you. Emma, you can't do that to people. I've already lost your mother. Your mother was like my sister and you are like my daughter. I'm afraid I'll lose you along with your siblings. Please try to understand."
Emma stayed quiet as she listened to Meredith speak. Emma nodded her head and walked to Meredith. She wrapped her arms around Meredith's neck. pulling her close to her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry for everything."
Emma placed a soft kiss on Meredith's cheek as she pulled away from her. Emma gave the smallest of smiles as she began to walk away from Meredith and walk slowly up the stairs to her room. She heard footsteps following behind her and when she turned around, her eyes met the green orbs of Bonnie and Emma gave a small smile at her friend as Bonnie's face was masked with complete guilt and sorrow.
Emma frowned, studying Bonnie further. "Bon," she said. "What's wrong?"
Bonnie took a deep breath and forced her feet to climb up the steps, meeting Emma.
"We need to talk," she said, walking past Emma and Emma nodded her head, following after her, as Bonnie led Emma to Emma's room. As Bonnie and Emma entered Emma's room, Damon was already laying down on Emma's full sized bed and Emma shook her head at Damon as Bonnie sent Damon a glare. She then realized Emma was with Damon the whole time. Damon wiggled his fingers at Bonnie, waving to her, but Bonnie ignored him as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well, Judgey. It's great to see you too," Damon said and Emma turned to look at Damon, giving him a warning look. She turned her head back to Bonnie, who had her eyes set in a glare on Damon. Bonnie allowed her eyes to reveal how much she disapproved of Damon, before she turned her head slightly to look over to Emma.
"We need to talk," Bonnie repeated and Emma nodded her head and sat down at the foot of her bed, crossing her legs. She folded her hands and rested them in her lap as she looked up at Bonnie.
"What's going on?" Emma questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know where Allison and Ava are?"
Bonnie shook her head. "No, but while you were gone, we did a tracking spell to try to find you and Ava. Allison was still here and we used her blood to find you."
Bonnie began to pace in the room. She played with her skinny fingers as she spoke. She bit on her lip as she saw Emma nod her head from her rear view vision.
"Alright, then what happened? Why did Allison leave then?"
Bonnie stopped pacing when she was in front of Emma. She ran a hand through her dark brown locks before she spoke."
"In the tracking spell, it showed that Ava was in danger. We thought both you were dead, Emma. When we did your tracking spell, it wouldn't work. I still don't know where Ava and Allison are and it's scaring me. If anything happens to Allison, it'd be my fault for not stopping her."
Emma stood up, shaking her head as she walked to her dark-haired friend. Emma wrapped her arms around Bonnie, hugging her tightly. "Everything will be fine," Emma said slowly, allowing those four words to sink in Bonnie's brain. "Ava will be alright and Allison will be alright. Emma took a deep breath, hugging her friend closer to her. "Everything will be fine," she repeated. "Everything will be fine."
Kol Mikaelson's eyelids fluttered open, revealing his dark brown eyes, as the gift of life was given back to him from an unknown source that could have been perhaps Allison or luck. Slowly he could feel the death on him minimize as he breathed in a huge intake of oxygen, allowing the sweet oxygen to travel into his lungs. Kol's brain sent him a million of thoughts simultaneously, but Kol blocked the 999,999 other thoughts and focused on one simple thought. He kept the thought of Ava alive as he began to feel worrisome for her. Kol stood up with great speed as he clenched his jaw to the side. He folded his fingers into a tight fists, from memory of what that man did to him. His plan was to make the man suffer and beg for mercy as he murdered him with his bare hands. He would then escape this hidden cave with Ava, protecting her from any other outside force. Kol allowed only three senses to play in action. He used his dark brown orbs to allow him to see in the dark cave. His nose was used to pick up the lovely scent of the fruity and floral smell of Ava's perfume. And lastly, his ears were used to listen in the silent cave for any voices that would lead him to Ava.
Kol slowly walked in the cave as he thought of Ava and his brain tricked him with making him think he smelt her delicious scent. He groaned, wishing her knew where he was. He heard a man with a low voice speak with a woman. The woman's voice was far to familiar than he liked.
"I want more," the female voice spoke. The male slightly chuckled as Kol heard a body plop down to the hard cave floor lifelessly.
"You may have no more. The other Angel will be left alone."
"By why would you do that?" the female voice whined, forcing Kol to furrow his dark brows, paying attention harder to the controlling voice of the woman. He then realized where he heard the woman's demanding voice before. It was Carol Lockwood, mayor of Mystic Falls.
"And that question is to be answered another time. For now, we are to leave."
"Can we at least burn the body? I want to see its flesh ignited with fire."
"No. This is a message for Ava and Emma."
"Another message?" the woman questioned, her voice filled with curiosity. "Don't you send enough of those?"
Kol blocked his sensitive hearing from the conversation after he felt he heard enough. He used his long slim legs to carry him to the other side of the cave in a fast speed. He knew he was getting closer to his destination, as the aroma of roses and cinnamon invaded his scent. Along with Ava's scent, was another scent mixed into it. Kol breathed in a deep intake of oxygen, allowing the scent to invade his nostrils. It was the sweet rare scent of Angel blood and Kol felt the monster in him begging to be released and find the Angel who belonged to the unique blood. Kol knew it wasn't Ava's. Her blood was less sweet and pure as the scent of the blood he was smelling now. This blood was fully pure and too sweet. The scent was far too familiar. He smelt it before, but where?
It was one of the Gottschalk Angels. He knew it for sure, for their blood was the only unique blood he was so used to. He was quite positive he wasn't around any other type of Angels, but the Gottschalks. It could be Emma. Elijah would throw a fit, demanding the person who is the cause of her death, suffer and be killed at once. Kol rolled his eyes at the thought of his elder brother. Sometimes Elijah could be just as reckless as Kol could be, he just needed the motivation to be so. Kol began to dig in deeper in his brain, thinking of the other Gottschalk. Ava's mother and Emma's mother were long gone, buried six feet below the cold dirt. Kol knew it couldn't be either of them. Perhaps it was Allison or Katie. They were still Gottschalks, despite of their young age. Either way, the smell of death made his nose scrunch up and he knew at the end of the day, Ava's heart would be broken.
Kol placed his hand on the dark cold cave, allowing his dark brown orbs to examine the room that held the intoxicating Angel scent. His eyes scanned the room and they settled on a man, wearing all black clothing from head to toe. Kol remembered the man as the man who caused his two hour death and he clenched his jaw to the side, as his teeth moved against each other. Hatred for the man boiled in his veins and rose up to his chest. At his sides, his hands were curled up in tight fists, prepared to rip the man to tiny pieces.
"Please," Kol heard Carol say and Kol turned his attention to Carol Lockwood, tilting his head to the side, examining the blood that slowly dripped from her mouth and fall down to the cave floor. She licked her dark pink lips and looked down at the lifeless pale body beneath her. Carol felt a smile tug upon the corner of her lips, thinking of the amazing taste of the young Angel's blood. Kol followed Carol's gaze and all he saw was dark hair that looked awfully similar to Emma's beautiful dark locks. Kol felt pain in his heart, thinking she was the one who has been murdered. Emma was close to him like his younger sister. She always supported Ava and him. She always gave him advice. She was always there for him and now his friend - his little sister was gone. Kol looked up, examining carol Lockwood and the man. Before the man and Carol could prepare themselves from Kol, he appeared in front of the man, using great enhanced speed. He wrapped his large hand around the man's thick neck, gripping harshly where the man could no longer get the precious oxygen into his burning lungs. The man's face transformed into a shade of red and Kol's dark eyes glared with hate as he scanned the man, studying every feature of the man, wanting to see the man suffer in the most excruciating pain the man could ever experience - could ever imagine.
Kol's jaw clenched to the side, his breathing hard as he heard the little voice in his head to stop and let the man go. He blocked the annoying voice out, reminding himself that his man brought hell to Ava, Emma, and to himself. It was time to bring hell to this man. Kol leaned in closer, tilting his head to the side. He gave a slight smirk, noticing the man was begging for oxygen, but Kol was not going to give the oxygen to the man. Not yet. Kol's expression changed to a face masked with pure hatred, with dark orbs looking more black than brown.
"I will rip you limb from limb," Kol spat out, his voice slow, despite the fact he wanted to skip this part of the process and kill the man already. "I will cut you apart and force you to eat your own damn bloody flesh, as I force the lovely Miss Carol to watch and then next, guess what, mate. It will be her chance."
"Seth?" Carol questioned, looking over at him with crystal blue orbs. She was shocked that Seth was doing nothing to stop the dark haired original.
Kol raised an eyebrow, looking at Seth. He smirked. "Seth, is it?" he questioned and said it as if him and Seth were the best of friends, but then slowly, his tone change. His voice was the type of voice that would bring fear to anyone who heard it from a mile away. "Welcome to hell," Kol said and Seth shook his head, bringing his hand up slowly, placing his hand on the Original's hand, prying it off him. "Oh, buddy," he mocked. "You don't know the meaning of hell."
Kol found anger boiling again, for he did not expect the man to have greater strength than him, but truth be told, Kol was hardly trying. He then realized he would just have to try a bit harder than what he normally did with his opponents and that didn't bother him one bit. As long the bastard was dead in the end, everything would be well.
Kol wrapped his hand around the man's stiff neck, clenching his jaw to the side. His eyes glowed with pure detest as he pushed Seth into the hard wall. The horrible sounds of Seth's spine breaking slowly and painfully, filled the cave room. Kol smirked, watching the pain in Seth's black eyes as he was pushed further into the cave wall. Kol planned to break Seth's spine completely. This was just the beginning of the torture.
"You, mate," Kol said to the man, "will experience the worst pain that you could ever imagine." Kol pushed Seth further into the cave wall, hearing his spine break into pieces with his enhanced hearing.
Kol looked at Seth's black eyes as he plunged his enclosed fist into the hard muscle of Seth's chest, making sure that Seth could feel the sharp pain that Kol created when he stabbed his fist into Seth's chest. Kol allowed his hand to move around Seth's chest, as he pushed his fist down, hitting against Seth's intestines. "Oops, look I missed the heart," he said as Seth groaned. "Clumsy me," Kol added, moving his hand back up to Seth's chest, puncturing his hand through Seth's rubs. Seth screamed out from the pain as Kol wrapping his large hand around Seth's heart, squeezing at it. Seth made choking noises from the pain and looked up, with black orbs glowing with bright red and orange fire.
"Carol," Seth managed to say weakly, as Kol removed his hand from his neck. "Kill Ava," Seth commanded as Kol dug his short nails in the soft tissue of Seth's beating heart. "Just like you did for the other Angel."
Once Kol heard the raspy sound of Seth's voice, giving permission for Carol Lockwood to kill his Ava, he acted out of recklessness. He roughly pulled Seth's beating heart out of Seth's muscular chest. Seth fell down to his knees, placing a hand over the large hole in his chest, with blood profusely falling out of the hole as if it was a waterfall. A waterfall of blood. Seth's chuckles traveled through the eardrums of Kol's ears as he threw the bloody beating heart to the cave floor.
Carol bent down next to unconscious Ava, gripping on her long soft blonde hair. Carol's fangs pushed themselves out of her gums as Carol leaned in closer to Ava's skin. Carol's sharp white fangs sunk into the soft porcelain skin of Ava's smooth neck. She tasted the sweet intoxicating AB Negative blood that Ava had to offer to her. Carol moaned, wanting more, but that small sample of Ava's blood was all she could get before Kol gripped on Carol's hair, pulling he away from Ava's neck. He placed his hands on Carol's flushed cheeks and with great speed, turned her head to the left, allowing the sound of a bone breaking echo through the thick walls of the cave.
Kol watched as Carol's body fell down beside Ava's body, appearing lifeless and dead, but he knew better. She would be alive again soon, but Kol looked away from Carol and looked towards his beautiful Ava. Her dark red blood slowly ran a trail down her neck, as her long golden hair fanned out around her. Kol bent down beside her, placing a hand on her soft neck, wiping at her blood, smearing it away before it traveled down to her blue tank top and stain it. He watched as Ava's neck healed slowly and Kol breathed out a sigh, knowing she still held his blood in her system. Kol wiped her blood against his dark jeans. He had no intention of having a taste of her blood until she would give him the approval.
Kol stood up and turned around to look at Seth. Kol's eyes widened a bit as Seth slowly stood up, his bloody beating heart in his left hand. Kol furrowed his eyebrows as Seth chuckled and plunged his beating heart back into the deep hole in his chest before the wound could heal. If the would healed, Seth would have to create his own hole and that would cause much pain. which he did not want to experience.
Kol stared at Seth confusingly, as Seth stood up straight. The hole in Seth's chest healed and was replaced with a muscular pale skin. What the hell was Seth? Kol never saw anything like this before and he knew whatever Seth was, it was bad news and he needed to be destroyed.
"I don't need a heart," Seth explained, walking to Kol. "I simply keep it for decoration."
"Why don't you let me destroy your face?" Kol questioned. "That could be your new decoration and each time you would look in the mirror, it would be a reminder to not cause harm to Ava."
"Then how would I get the lovely ladies?" Seth asked, with a smirk playing on his pink lips. Kol narrowed his dark orbs at Seth.
"You?" Kol asked. "Trying to get a women. You are far too old and creepy. The women probably run with great speed to get away from you."
"You're one to talk," Seth replied back. "You're far too old to date my niece. Oh, what can I say? Sarah was also into the old men. It is no wonder why Ava is such a slut."
Kol growled as he heard what Seth said about Ava, allowing his fangs to descend from his pink gums as he ran to Seth in a fast speed, determined to murder him. Kol went to grab at Seth's large neck again, but Seth managed to move, before Kol could accomplish what he wanted. Kol landed on his back to the ground, missing his chance to grab at Seth. Kol went to stand up to attack Seth again, but he felt a pain erupt from his side. Seth's black boots came in contact with the soft skin of Kol's side. Kol knew that Seth broke a rib or two when he kicked Kol. Kol stood up, but then he felt a hand plunge unto his masculine chest, allowing the sharp, throbbing pain to travel throughout his body. Kol's eyes teared from the pain as he turned his head to look over at the unconscious Ava. "Goodbye," Seth said, pulling on Kol's undead heart. Kol gave one last look to Ava, before looking into Seth's eyes, finding the courage he needed. Kol brought his right hand up to Seth's face. He dug his nails at the beginning of Seth's face and ignored the pain in his chest as he pulled down on his face. The pale skin of Seth's face began to slowly peel off and Seth screamed as he felt the blood travel from the wound and down his face. Seth backed away from Kol, holding his peeling face up to his skull, waiting for the skin to become attached again, as his iron blood came in contact with his lips, and sunk into his mouth.
Kol kicked Seth hard in the stomach, making all the air that Seth held vanish at the single kick and Seth fell down to his knees as he continued to hold his face up to his skull. He brought the free hand up to his stomach and held it as he looked up at Kol, glaring at him with black eyes dancing with fire.
"Leave!" Kol growled as he gripped on the rough skin of Seth's neck. "Before I kill you! I will kill you!" Kol shouted as he dug his fingers inside the flesh of Seth's neck, creating small little holes that hand blood traveling out of them. "As you see," he said and dug his fingers in even further, "I am more than capable of doing it! Stay away from Ava! Stay away from my family!"
Kol pulled his fingers out of Seth's flesh and kneed him in the groin, pushing him down to the ground. "Take you and Carol out of here. If I see you I will kill you!" Kol threatened and Seth quickly stood up as he felt the wounds Kol caused heal.
"You will rue everything you just did," Seth said between clenched teeth, glaring at Kol. Seth ran with great speed to Carol, picking up her petite body, placing her over his shoulder. He quickly vanished out of the cave, leaving Kol alone with Ava and the dead young Gottschalk Angel. He took in a shaky breath and looked around the cave. His dark eyes landed on the petite dark hared girl and he ran over to the body. When he reached the destination, he knew right away the girl lying lifelessly on the cold hard cave floor was not Emma. It was Emma's younger sister, Allison. Her dark orbs stared out, meeting Kol's eyes, asking why she did come come sooner. Kol could see the trails of tears on her cheeks and he bit down on his lip as he felt guilt stir up deep inside of his chest, remembering the first time she was murdered by Klaus.
Kol's dark eyes examined the bite mark on the right side of her neck and Kol reached out, touching her pale arm. He immediately recoiled when he felt the coldness of her body. He looked down at the young Gottschalk girl, thinking about the first time she was murdered. He remembered the first time how Ava handed it when Allison died and it wasn't pretty. Emma took it even worse than Allison, but thanks To Elijah, he made the whole situation worse. Kol shook at his mind. That was the past and history will not be repeating itself in this century. Emma was already to smitten with the dark haired Salvatore brother. Although. Kol wished Emma would give Elijah a chance, he knew she would do no such thing. Emma and him were not supposed to be.
Kol heard coughing and gasping behind him, and he turned his head to the side, knowing it was Ava. Kol licked at his lips and gave one last look to young Allison, before appearing beside Ava. She coughed some more as the oxygen forced its way down her throat. Soon, her eyes began to slowly flutter open. When he beautiful blue orbs revealed, Kol gave a small smile to her and Ava's orb widened as she shook her head, sitting up. Kol placed a a hand on her hand, rubbing at it gently. Ava pulled her hand away from Kol's hand, sending him a glare.
"You're supposed to be dead," she said slowly, as her brain registered that the annoying dark haired original vampire was sill alive - and then she thought about while he was dying. She thought of the words she said to him. She thought of her crying. She thought of her kissing his pink soft full lips. An image of Ava leaning into Kol, connecting her lips with his popped into her mind and she pushed it out before it got the best of her. Ava made a fool of herself and Avalynn Elissa Moore never made a fool of herself. The fool making was Emma's job.
Yes, she was more than happy to see Kol alive and well, but she was not expecting for the Original to be alive. She knew that now he was going to bother her, flirt with her, and try to kiss her again. He was going to be romantic and tease her more, trying his hardest to win her heart, but she wasn't going to let him win her heart. But secretly, deep down to what her brain was telling her, Ava's heart didn't regret the kiss. Her heart enjoyed the kiss, finding it nice, despite the fact it was only for a few seconds.
Ava was debating with herself whether to wrap her arms around his strong neck and kiss his soft lips like there was no tomorrow like they did in those classic movies that she adored, or ignore him and stick with the glare. Ava's brain won this battle, making her sticking with the glare.
Kol chuckled and nodded his head. His dark brown orbs and her dark blue orbs came as one as they met. "Ecstatic to see you too, Angel," he said and Ava felt a small smile pull on her lips from hearing Kol's voice say one of her nicknames that he had for her.
Adrianna was getting used to the petite body of Elena Gilbert as she r an her hand through the girl's beautiful soft long brown hair. Adrianna tilted her head to the side, as her knew kind chocolate orbs stared into the large bathroom mirror, that apparently, she now shared with someone. Not just someone, but Elena's repulsive younger brother Jeremy. One thing about Adrianna, is that she didn't share. Not a millions of years ago. Not now. Not in the future. Not ever. But when she wanted to push Jeremy down the stairs in hope to break the teenagers twig neck, she reminded herself that she was now Elena Gilbert, and being Elena Gilbert, she had to act as if she was the little sweet princess that everyone worshiped and protected. It wouldn't be that hard for Adrianna. Stefan Salvatore, the brunette's ridiculous handsome boyfriend, was beyond hot and Adrianna wouldn't mind to mess around with him. That was probably the highlight of this whole life changing event.
Adrianna took in a deep breath as she gave one last look to her gorgeous new body. She smirked in the mirror as she exited the bathroom and walked down to Elena's bedroom, which she thought was awfully horrendous. The colors were too light for her taste and on the bed, there was a nice little teddy bear resting on the bed as if it owned the bed. The black fake button eyes stared at Adrianna with so much knowledge and Adrianna despised it. The girl was undead and 18 years of age. Why would she want to keep a stuffed animal that looked like the most ugliest creature that Adrianna has ever seen in her bedroom? She didn't understand it, but as she walked inside of the light room, she smiled at Noah, who frowned and stood awkwardly at the window of the room.
"I shouldn't be in a student's room," Noah said, after a long silence and Adrianna rolled her eyes at him, as she flipped at her new dark hair.
"Well, you're a naughty teacher. Would you like me to punish you?" Adrianna asked, placing her hands on Noah's chest, running her hands slowly up and down seductively. She stood up on her tiptoes to look into Noah's hazel orbs. She smiled at him seductively before leaning in closer so her lips were beside his ear. She blew on his ear softly, pushing herself closer to Noah's body. "Or you should punish me. I am the student allowing you in my room." Adrianna made Elena's voice sound sexy and husky as Noah could feel the her warm breath on his neck. Noah's breath hitched, but he shook his head, placing a hand on Adrianna's shoulder.
You sound and look too much like my student. I can't do it. Sorry."
Adrianna pouted her dark pink lips. "That's what'll make it more fun," she said, placing her hands on Noah's belt. She began to unbuckle his belt as Noah swallowed hard. She unbuckled his belt thoroughly as she pulled his belt out of his belt loops, throwing it on the floor. Adrianna leaned in closer to him, but all he saw was a young student leaning in close to him and he shook his head again, feeling wrong about this in every way possible.
Adrianna was about to say another word before Elena Gilbert's phone began to ring its soft annoying tone. Adrianna clenched her jaw to the side as she slowly walked to the dresser where the cell phone was resting. As she walked, she swayed her hips seductively, but Noah looked elsewhere. As she reached her destination, she looked at the touch phone that belonged to Elena. Adrianna tilted her head to the side when she saw the caller ID. It was Emma.
Adrianna smirked, picking up the phone and clicking on the little green button of the phone, allowing the phone to accept the call. She brought the phone up to her left ear as she cleared her throat. Then, with an innocent voice that Adrianna never used, she said, "Hello? Emma? Where have you been?"
Adrianna smirked hearing this distraught Emma as she spoke to her best friend, who she believed was currently Elena.
"I - Elena. I'll explain later, but can you please come over my place. Please? And bring Stefan. I'm sorry. I have already called Caroline, so you don't have to call her. I should have explained everything to you, but Ava and Allison are-"
"Em," Adrianna said, using a soft tone she never used before. "It's alright. I forgive you. I'll be there in a bit with Stefan. We'll find Ava and Allison."
"Oh thank you, 'Lena. Thank you so much."
Adrianna could sense that Emma was about to end the call, so before Emma could get the chance she asked, "How's Damon? Is he okay? I was worried for him too."
Adrianna smirked from the silence Emma gave and then she heard Emma say, "Yeah. He's fine. We're both fine."
"Alright. That's good. See you later, Em. Be there in a bit."
Adrianna hung up the phone.
"Why aren't you dead?" Ava questioned as she sat up a bit, supporting herself with placing both hands on the ground beside her. She forced her lips to turn themselves in a fine line, which threatened to turn into a huge bright smile. She almost gave in, but shook her head on it when she saw the cheeky adorable smile pastured on Kol's lips. She thought otherwise.
"Maybe I wanted to come back for another kiss," Kol teased as Ava felt heat rise up to her neck and then her cheeks at the comment, making her cheeks turn into a dark crimson. She quietly hoped he could not see her blush in the dark as she sent him a glare with her blue orbs. She shook her head as Kol breathed out a laugh. He desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Ava's petite form and pull her close to him. He wanted to kiss her soft pink lips again and make sure that there was never going to be another possibility of losing her again. But he knew he could never do that with Ava. He knew he could never kiss her again unless she agreed to it. He knew he could never pull her close to him and he knew that Ava would never feel the same way he felt about her. Of course it was a horrible thought, but he would just have to live with it and accept it. If being close friends with Ava would only be the way he could be around her, then he would take it instead of never being in Ava's life.
"That was probably the worst kiss I ever had," Ava said, twiddling her thumbs together, looking up at Kol meeting his eyes. "I almost threw up. I only did it because I knew you were obsessed with me," she said, her voice slightly in a high pitch tone. "I'm an Angel. We exist to take over Demons and make others happy. I'm kind of like Spiderman."
Kol raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer to Ava, making her narrow her eyes at him. As he did so, he thought of ways to distract her, to not find out about Allison. He knew it wouldn't end well when she found out, so he tilted his head to the side, reaching his hand out to place on Ava's cheek. Ava blue orbs traveled down to his hand and pulled away when she saw it was drenched in dark red dry liquid. Ava thought for a moment what it could be and then realization settled in her. She shook her head and her eyes widened. It was blood.
"Why is there blood on your hand?" she forced herself to ask, licking her lips with her dry tongue. "Who - Who did you kill?" she raised her head up, allowing her eyes to stare into his.
Before Kol could answer her difficult question, her eyes scanned the cave, searching for the person who was murdered. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest as her eyes landed on a young girl, about her age. Her long dark brown curls covered in front of her face, acting like a curtain to hide her face. Ava shook her head, feeling the tears sting at the rim of her eyes, as she studied the girl's clothes, the girl's hair, and the girl's nails, which were painted a nude shade. The same color Ava painted her fingernails with Allison a few days ago. But it had to be just a coincidence. It had to be.
Ava turned around, wishing that she could block out the image of the girl's blood surrounding her as she looked up at Kol, meeting his dark orbs, shaking her head. She placed her right hand over her mouth. Her right hand was shaking as her eyes filled with unshed tears. Her right hand wasn't just shaking, her whole body was shaking. Her heart pressed up against her chest at every beat it took. The beating thumped in her ears over and over again, and she was sure Kol could hear the beat of her heart.
"I-" Ava said, as a tear traveled down one pale cheek. "Please tell me that isn't Allison and that you didn't kill her."
Kol only shook his head and Ava's eyes widen. "I hate to say it, love, but that young girl is Allison, but I did not kill her."
"No," Ava said, bringing her hand up to wipe at the falling tears. "No, that - that isn't Allison. It's - It's her birthday and we are going to celebrate it and - I can't lose her, Kol. I-"
Ava turned her head to look over at the lump body of Allison. Ava shook her head, as she studied the girl some more. She walked slowly to the pale body. She had to know for sure. It couldn't be Allison.
As she walked, she felt a hand grab at her shoulder, forcing her to stop in her tracks. Ava turned around to look at Kol, who was looking down at her with sympathy and something else. "Ava, let me get you out of here. I - Let me take care of everything, love."
Ava turned around so her back was facing Kol as she walked to the body. She swallowed hard as she reached the body. She shook her head as the tears pierced at the rim of her eyes again. She blinked, allowing the tears to fall, as she fell down to her knees. She felt the girl's cold blood sink through her jeans as she went down to her knees. She ignored the feeling of the cold wetness, as she extended her hand out. Her right hand landed on the girl's hair, as she softly stroke it and then moved it out-of-the-way.
Ava gasped, and pulled away, as her dark blue eyes connected with the dead brown eyes of Allison's and Ava shook her head, pulling away slightly, as she felt a hand on her waist.
"No!" Ava screamed, her voice echoing in the cave. "No!" Ava sobbed, shaking her head as she pushed herself away from Kol and hovered the slim body of Allison's. She placed her hand on Allison's cheek, tapping on it slightly.
"Al, don't joke around," Ava said, her voice thick with tears. "Don't do this. Don't leave me alone. Come back."
Ava studied Allison, waiting for Allison to laugh at Ava for believing in this cruel prank, but the only thing Allison's body did, was stay still, not moving one bit. Her eyes stared out into Ava's eyes, as her pink lips were set in a frown and parted slightly. Her left hand was beside her as her legs were bent a bit. Her head rested on its side. If you looked from another angle, it would look as if the Allison was just merely resting in a puddle of blood. But the other side, that was the side where realization comes in.
Ava looked around, looking for the wound of Allison and then her eyes landed on the two large holes in her soft pale neck. Ava sucked in a deep breath and looked up at Kol. He only had a lopsided smile upon his face as he brought his large hand up to cup over Ava's petite hand. He rubbed soothing circles on her hand, with his thumb as the tears fell uncontrollably.
"It is her birthday," Ava sobbed, turning her attention back to her beloved cousin, instead of the dark haired original. "She was so young and - Kol, I - I want to trade my life for her's."
Kol furrowed his dark brows as he placed a hand on Ava's chin, forcing Ava to look up at him. "What?"
"Some Angels have the powers to switch places. If I wanted to - I could give my life to Allison, but that would-"
"You are not doing that!" Kol shouted, cutting off Ava.
Ava pulled her chin out of Kol's hard grasp, pushing him away from her as she did so. "It's my choice," she croaked, losing her voice for a moment. She cleared her throat, taking in deep intakes of oxygen.
"She doesn't deserve to die. She doesn't deserve any of this. She never wanted this life."
"Ava, you are not meant to die."
Ava shook her head, allowing the tears to fall to the dark cave floor. "I have died many times, Kol. In the end, I will just die like I always do. The person who did this to Allison is still out there and he will go after Emma. And you know yourself, Kol, Emma would rather have Allison over me. If she had a choice, she would choose-"
"Emma loves you, Ava. Emma and you are a team. You know Emma would never want you or Allison to pass."
"But - Kol, give her vampire blood then. Do something I - I-"
"It's too late to give her my blood."
Ava shook her head as she looked back at Allison She placed both of her hands on Allison's pale hand. She felt her heart rose up to her throat, making her unable to speak as she felt the ice-cold flesh that now belonged to Allison. Ava felt herself shiver from the cold, as more tears fell from her dark blue orbs.
Ava felt her heartbreak in her chest as she stared down at her cousin's lifeless form. She thought of life and what life would feel like. She had no choice, but to bring Allison back. Allison had to come back.
Ava closed her eyes shut and felt a warming sensation in her chest, knowing her Angel powers were working. She rocked back and forth, repeating a thousand old poem that was used to bring back the deceased. As Ava did this, she could feel the life in her slowly go as it traveled slowly into Allison's hand. But as she felt her life touch at Allison, it would scurry back into Ava, refusing to leave Ava's side.
"No, no, no," Ava said, shaking her head.
"Ava," Kol said, his voice low. "What are you doing?"
Ava thought of Allison's smile. She thought of her laugh and her sarcastic remarks. She thought of the way Allison hated vampires and how much she cared for Jeremy. Allison couldn't be dead. Ava didn't believe it, she was in a dream - a nightmare, but that's all it was. But the cold flesh touching against Ava's warm flesh felt real to her. God, she hated vivid nightmares.
Ava felt a hand on her right shoulder, pulling her away from Ava. Her eyes forced themselves to open, as she looked up at Kol. She sent him a glare. He was distracting her from her powers and she brought her hand up, planning to slap him, but before she could do what she wanted to do, she felt Kol's free hand clasp around her hand, pulling her hand away from his face.
"Let me go," she said through clenched teeth. He knelt beside her. Ava shook her head, being her stubborn self. Although she knew there was no hope, she could feel hope deep in her chest, and that was the only part of Ava, that wasn't making Ava break down and do something reckless. That was the part that was keeping Ava sane. Once Ava lost that hope, then her whole world would crash down upon her. So that is why she tried to find the part of her that held onto the hope.
"Let go of me, Kol!" she screamed, trying to fight against him. Kol only stared into her eyes and Ava noticed his dark brown orbs were filled with unshed tears. Ava took a deep breath, the tears controlling her again as she stopped her fighting with Kol and let out a scream as she began to sob again. Kol moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her petite waist, pulling her closer to him, so that their chests were touching against each other at every intake of air they took in.
"Ava, darling," Kol said, voice thick and full with emotion as he brought his hands up to Ava's cheeks, cupping them gently. Her used his thumbs to wipe the warm saline tears away and Ava shook her head, trying to push Kol's hands off her, but she was too weak and he was too strong. And all honesty, she needed someone there for her and the only person who was currently here for her now, was Kol. God, she hated to admit it, but right now, she needed Kol.
But Ava was stubborn and ignored what she needed and wanted and did what she thought she wanted.
"No," she said, looking up at Kol. Her dark blue orbs were bloodshot and held tears in them. She cupped her hands over Kol's hands, gripping onto them with much strength, trying to pry them off her pale face, but his hands would not let go. "Kol," she said. "Let go of me."
Kol removed his hands from her cheeks and placed them on her upper arms, pinning her arms to her side. Ava swallowed hard and watched as Kol's eyes held emotions in them, which she could not read. She felt the emotions deep inside of her chest, bouncing around, begging to be freed or act upon. Actually, she wasn't sure if they were her emotions or his, but whosoever the emotions belonged to, they were powerful emotions.
"I'm not going to let you go," Kol said, fully wrapping his arms around her slim form, pulling her closer to him than necessary. "You always push people out, but you aren't doing that to me, Ava. Even if you don't want me here, I'm staying here."
Ava shook her head again, as tears fell. She took in a deep breath. "Every time I let people in they - they die. First my parents, now Ava. Soon it will be you and Emma, which I do not care for you at all, but no one deserves death."
Kol shook his head, a small smile tugging on his lips as he realized his Ava cared for him. "I don't care," he said, bringing his hand up to cup her pale cheek. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, stroking her cheek softly with his thumb. "I believe you are stuck with me."
Ava brought her hand up to cup over the large hand that rested upon her right cheek. She only shook her head, wrapping her fingers on his strong hand. This time, he allowed her to take his hand off her cheek. Ava swallowed as she moved herself to him. His dark brown eyes never moved off of Ava's, as she licked her lips. He silently wished he was the one licking her beautiful pink, plump bottom lips, but he mentally smacked himself for thinking that.
"I-I can't believe I lost Allison now," she finally said. "I lost my mom, my dad, I-"
"Is this the part where you say you can't lose the love of your life?" Kol questioned her and Ava shook her head, looking down on the floor. A tear fell down on the floor of the cave as she looked up at Kol again.
"No," she said, voice weak and quiet like a mouse. "This is the part where you hug me and comfort me."
"Hugging?" Kol questioned. "One more step closer to kissing." Kol wrapped his arms around Ava, pulling her even closer to him. Ava rested her face in Kol's chest, her hands gripping on his dark shirt. Tears stained in his shirt and Kol felt them sink through the thin material, but he didn't care. He brought his hand up to Ava's beautiful blonde and began to stroke it. Her hair felt like silk in his hands and he ran his hands through it. It was long and held a beautiful shine to it when the sun would hit it in the right angles. Either way, the girl sobbing in his chest was the most beautiful creature he has ever seen in his lifetime.
Ava felt her breathing speed up, finding it harder to breath as she thought of Allison. Her heart was beating against her chest as she realized this wasn't a dream. The soft stroking of her hair felt real. And that is what pained her the most, to know that all of this is real and that it is not a dream.
"How is Allison gone?" Ava questioned, her voice weak and muffled in Kol's muscular chest. As she spoke, Kol felt her warm breath travel through the fabric of the shirt and touch against his skin.
"I do not know, love," he said honestly, feeling a bit guilty himself for not being alive when Allison was attacked.
"But she - she was too young. She had her whole life out there and she was pretty and smart, and unlike Emma, she laughed at my jokes."
The crying started again. It only stopped for a moment, but it started up again.
"Ava-"
"Kol," she sobbed, clutching on his dark shirt harder. She shook her head, moving her face out of Kol's chest, looking up at him. "I want her back," she said. "She shouldn't have died. This shouldn't have ended this way. I-I need to see her. I need to talk to her. I need my cousin back."
"Ava-"
Ava only shook her head. "No," she said. "You don't understand."
"I understand, sweetheart," he whispered and closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them. "I am sure Allison cares and loves you. I am sure that she will always be with you."
"I don't care," Ava whined, more tears falling uncontrollably from her bloodshot orbs. "She was my family. My best friend." She rested her head against Kol's chest. "It's my fault," Ava said, the tears stopping for a moment. "I killed my cousin."
"Look at me," Kol said, voice hard and stern. Ava ignored him as she closed her eyes, the tears falling again. Damn. She was hoping all the tears in her eyes were all used up. Apparently not. "Look at me," Kol said again, voice more commanding and Ava inhaled a deep breath, forcing her head to look up to meet the eyes of Kol.
"It is not your fault, Ava," Kol said. "You did nothing wrong."
Ava shook her head as a tear fell down on Kol's bare hand. "I shouldn't have fought with you yesterday. I shouldn't have locked you out of the house. I - I saw Allison before I passed out and I shouldn't have passed out-"
"Ava," Kol cut in.
Ava swallowed hard, running a hand through her long hair. "And now I don't have a best friend and I will have to use you as one."
Ava took a deep breath, giving a small smile to Kol. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him and crying at the crook of his neck. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you for everything, Kol."
Kol was shocked that she hugged him, but quickly recovered as he wrapped his arms around her. "Always, Angel. Don't worry. I'll take care of everything."
And this time, she actually allowed someone to take care of her and allowed someone to help her. She only nodded her head. The only thoughts that buried deep inside of her was, how nice Kol's arm felt around her, Ava's death, and how Emma was going to handle it.
Emma walked down the long stairs as Damon and Bonnie followed behind her. Emma ran a hand through her chestnut hair, feeling fear settle deep inside her. Fear for Ava. Fear for Allison. Fear for her family. Fear for her friends. That's all she felt as she walked down the stairs to talk more with the two policemen and Meredith. The only thing she heard was her own heart beating against her chest like a drum. She crossed her arms over her chest, thinking that would stop her heart from plunging out of her chest and land somewhere at the bottom of the stairs. She inhaled a shaky breath as her eyes landed on the young dark blonde officer she met earlier that night. His almond color eyes showed sympathy for her, as a small smile appeared on his lips as Emma reached the last step of the stairs.
"I'm sure your sister and cousin are alright," he said and Emma shrugged her petite shoulders, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I hope so," she said, giving the officer one last smile before exiting out of the room and to the living room where Meredith was sitting on the dark chocolate leather love seat.
As Emma entered the room, Meredith looked up, her dark eyes meeting the green ones of Emma. Meredith studied Emma's orbs for a bit before she looked away and looked down at her hands which were folded neatly in her lap.
"Mere," Emma said, her voice above a whisper. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry for everything."
Meredith only shook her head, turning her head to and face Emma. "No," she said. "I'm sorry. I should have understood. You're eighteen and you have every tight to visit your mother's grave. It's just - I don't want to lose you - any of you."
Emma felt Damon's gaze on her, but she ignored it as she felt her lips tug into a small smile. "I know," she said. "I should have understood as well."
Meredith breathed in a deep breath as she stood up. She looked behind Emma and her eyes landed on Damon and Bonnie. She welcomed Bonnie with a warm, compassionate little smile, but with Damon, it was more of a look of hate and a warning. Damon only rolled his eyes in reply as Bonnie returned the smile that was given to her. Before any other words could be spoke, the door opened and Emma turned her head. "It should be Caroline-"
But before Emma could finish her short sentence, Kol Mikaelson walked into her home, holding a lifeless body that looked way too much like Allison. Ava followed behind Kol, looking down at the ground as she did so, more tears falling. Then Emma realized what was going on and everything happened so fast. Emma let out a scream, pushing her way over to Kol, to get to Allison, but as she attempted to her deceased sister, she felt Damon's strong hands on her shoulders, pushing her back. Emma shook her head, thinking of a way to take Damon's hands off her and then she thought of an aneurysm. She hoped Damon would understand as his hands traveled off her shoulders and up to his temples. He pressed on them hard, hoping to stop the sharp pain, but the pain didn't step as Emma ran to Kol, looking down at the girl who laid in his arms - the dead girl.
"No!" Emma screamed, wrapping her arms around Allison's petite body, making Ava sob even more. "Stop, Emma!" Ava yelled, but Emma ignored her cousin as she pulled Allison out of Kol's grasp. She fell down to her knees, holding on to Allison.
Emma didn't realize it, but she stopped the painful aneurysm on Damon. She only realized when she felt his hands on her again, pulling her away. Kol reached down, picking up dead Allison as Emma fought against Damon, the tears falling.
"Allison!" she screamed, shaking her head, kicking and scratching at Damon. "Al!"
Emma sobbed, scratching harder. "Let me go, Damon," she begged. "Please. Let me go."
Bonnie was shaking as she met the dark brown orbs of Kol. She swallowed hard, feeling the tears sting up in her green orbs. "Place her on the couch," Bonnie said, her voice quiet as the tears began to could her vision.
Kol nodded his head, listening to the Bennett witch as he walked towards the couch. Emma tried to fight Damon again as she watched Kol place her younger sister on the couch. Allison's head lolled to the side as he placed her gently on the chocolate couch. Emma breathed out another scream as Allison's pale dark brown eyes were wide open, staring into Emma's green eyes. Emma turned her head away, crying into Damon's shirt as he wrapped his arm around Emma's petite form, pulling her closer to him. Kol quickly placed his hand over Allison's eyes. closing them in one swift movement.
Emma pulled her head away from Damon's chest as she looked back at Allison. Damon let go of Emma and Emma ignored every pair of eyes that studied her and scanned her as she ran to her sister who laid like sleeping beauty on the couch. Emma bit down on her lips, feeling herself break as she stared at her sister. "Allison!" Emma screamed, wrapping her arms around her sister's cold from. Emma ignored how ice cold her sister felt, as she hugged her tightly to herself, shaking her head, allowing the tears to fall on Allison's cold flesh.
"I'm so sorry," Emma said, shaking her head. "I'm so so so sorry."
Someone pulled on Emma's arm, trying to pull her away from the dead body of Allison, but Emma fought back, shaking her head. "No!" she shouted, pulling her arm out of the grip of whomever was pulling on her. "This is my sister!" she screamed. "This is my sister! Bring her back! I want her back!"
The tears trickled down Emma's cheeks like a water fountain that lasted for years. She cupped at her sister's cheek, shaking her head again as she screamed, "I'm so sorry, Al! I'm so sorry!"
"Emma," a voice called her name. It was the soft voice of Elena and Emma turned her head to the side, seeing one of her best friends walking over to her slowly. A frown was plastered on Elena's dark pink lips as a tear fell down her light olive cheek. Her dark orbs looked at Emma with so much kindness and compassion, but there was something else hidden underneath them, something darker that Emma could not see. But Emma didn't think much about it, because all she saw right then and there was her best friend, the person who would always be there for her.
"She's dead," Emma sobbed, looking at her dark haired best friend.
Elena nodded her head, falling down to her knees beside a shaking Emma. "I know," Elena whispered, wrapping her arms around Emma's form. "I know, Em."
"B-Bring her back," Emma sobbed, her words becoming stutters. "I need her back. She's my sister and I love her."
"The ambulance is on their way," Emma heard the young officer say.
"Do - Do you think she could be saved?" It was Meredith's voice who asked that stuttering questioned and her voice was thick with tears.
The police officer was silent for a moment and Emma could imagine him making a glance towards his partner. "I sure hope so, ma'am."
"Emma," Elena said, and Emma looked up at her beautiful best friend, her dark eyes looking down at her with compassion. "It will be okay," Elena said, nodding her head. "No matter what, I'm here for you."
Emma shook her head, pulling herself away from Elena and to her sister. "Al," Emma said weakly, as she felt strong arms pull her back.
It was Damon.
"Emma," he said, voice filled with care. "Calm down. Calm down."
Emma tried to fight against him, but this time, she allowed him to pull her back as she felt the part in her that was strong fade away slowly.
"I'm sorry!" she shouted, tears falling. One tear slipped through her parted lips and Emma tasted the wetness and salt of that single tear."I'm so sorry!" Emma licked her lips, hoping that Allison at least heard three words she wanted her to know more than anything. "I love you, Allison! I love you!"
She then heard the loud sirens of the ambulance as she heard a voice say, "I love you too, Em."
Emma wrapped her arms around herself as she began to pace in the Mystic falls Hospital waiting room. Damon, Stefan, Elena, Caroline, Kol, Ava, Meredith, and little Katie, who held onto her favorite light furred teddy bear tightly, was also waiting in the hospital. Katie snuggled her face inside the stuff bear, allowing the bear to shrink up all of her warm falling tears.
Emma shook her head as more tears fell from her eyes as she thought of her sister, but she had to appear strong in front of Katie. She had to be the sister who couldn't break down like she did a half an hour ago. She had to come down and she had to relax. But apart of her was yearning to kick, scream, and breakdown in front of the other people in the waiting room. When she reached the point to break down though, an image of Katie, holding her teddy beat to her for dear life, she found the strength in her to not act like she was a two year old having a tantrum.
What Emma didn't like was how the ambulance took Allison to the hospital, despite the fact she was already dead. She didn't know the point for them doing it, pretending there was still hope for Allison. Maybe it was to give Allison's family fake hope or maybe it was to tease them, but whatever the reason was, Emma didn't like it. Everyone already knew Allison was dead. There was no question about it. Her skin was pale as a white sheet and she was cold to the touch. Her body was stiff and there was no heartbeat or breathing. She was dead. She was gone and Emma was never going to see her again.
Emma felt this whole thing was her fault. She should have never went back in the past. She could have prevented all this from happening. She could have saved Allison and protect her from any type of monster who would hurt her. Emma should have been here. She should have been here for her sisters, the only other blood relative beside Ava. Now they were cut short one Gottschalk Angel and for as long as Emma shall live, she will never forgive herself.
Emma silently wished it was herself instead of Allison. It should have been her. Not just because Allison was only 17 years of age and her birthday was today, but because the fact, Allison had so much going for her. She was bright, she was beautiful, she was kind, she was funny. The list could go on and as Emma thought more about her sister, she felt herself start to break down again, so she focused away from the hurt and the pain that she felt and focused on the part of her that felt hate. She thought of the one who killed Allison. Emma knew who did it. She knew who did it without even questioning it. The killer was her father. It wasn't an animal like the police said. It was a vicious, horrid man who should be six feet below the ground, or at the bottom of a lake. Either way, her father and she was sure Carol was involved with it and she was ready to kill them. As she thought about cutting their heads off, she felt anger take over her and she shook her head and focused on something else. She didn't want to feel anger, grief, or broken anymore. She thought about something that made her happy and her mind instantly thought of Allison being alive.
Emma wasn't good at it. She wasn't good at thinking of happy things when there was nothing happy about what was going on, but then she dug deeper and she thought of Damon and small innocent butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She thought about how nice he was, how he could be an ass, how he was funny, how he made her feel as if she was important. She focused her mind on his beautiful blue eyes and his raven hair. She then thought of Katie and how she was so pure and so kind to everyone. She focused on those two people, who were so important to her in her life. Her mind then traveled to Meredith. Emma inhaled a breath. Meredith was like a mother to her and she hurt her, but Emma blocked that thought out as she focused on Meredith and her talking together, laughing together. Emma focused on those three people for a moment. Soon, the feeling of hurt vanished as she felt a hand settle on her shoulder. She stopped pacing. She looked up, her eyes traveling to the blue orbs of Damon and she gave him a small smile, swallowing hard.
Both Emma and Damon were quiet for a moment, before Emma said, "I'm sorry I caused that aneurysm on you," she said in a quick voice and Damon only shook his head, studying her. "It's alright. Are you okay, Emma?"
Emma nodded her head, feeling her chest warm up from the warm feeling of Damon caring for her. Emma's eyes stared into his blue ones as his blue ones stared into her green ones. She quickly looked everywhere, but his eyes. She nodded her head at him. "I will be," she answered truthfully, well she hoped she'd be okay.
"Look, I'll go look for that vampire who did this to - uh Allison. I can kill them and get rid of them. Problem solved."
"Problem not solved, Damon. I already know who did it," she whispered. "I-" Emma shook her head again, running a hand through her hair. "No matter what happens," she said, as she watched the doctor who was checking up on Allison walked into the waiting room and to her family. Just by looking in the doctor's hazel orbs, she knew the news he held for the each of them and she knew they were the worst news she would ever hear in her whole life.
Emma looked away from the doctor and to Damon. She placed a hand on Damon's cheek, stroking his cheek gently. "No matter what happens," she repeated, feeling the little stubble on his cheek as she stroked his cheek. "I'll always care for you," she said and before Damon could reply to anything, the doctor said, "I'm sorry, but Allison passed away."
Emma held young Katie to her, holding her tightly, not planning on losing her youngest and now only sister she had. She would hold onto Katie and never let her go. She would protect her. She would do anything for her. She should have done that with Allison and it was because of her that Allison was gone. If Emma wasn't selfish and didn't go back in time, her sister would be breathing in oxygen.
Katie sobbed in her teddy bear that was rested on Emma's lap, as her head laid on it, using it as a pillow. They both were back home, along with her friends. Her friends were talking with Meredith, trying to make her feel better, while Emma wanted to be with Katie for awhile. Emma rubbed her sister's back soothingly, thinking about a way to fix this and bring Allison back.
"Why did she have to go?" Katie croaked out and Emma had to strain to hear her younger sister speak. Emma only shrugged her shoulders as a tear trickled down her cheek.
"God wanted her back," she said, instead of answered, Father Dearest murdered her.
"But why?" Katie questioned. "She's - It's her birthday."
"I know, Kate," Emma said gently. "I know that, but the only thing we can do is hope for the-"
"Is it true?" Katie questioned, cutting Emma off.
Emma furrowed her eyebrows, as Katie raised her head a bit to look up at Emma. Her light brown orbs were bloodshot and glassy.
"Is what true?" Emma questioned.
Katie inhaled a great amount of oxygen before saying, "Is it true Daddy killed Allison?"
Emma furrowed her eyebrows as Katie sat up a bit. Emma opened her mouth to speak and then she closed her mouth, deciding on what to say to young Kate, but then she found her voice again, and forced it to softly say, "Who told you that?"
"Elena," Katie breathed out and then pouted, when she saw the expression on Emma's face. "I - Don't be mad at her. I asked her and-"
Emma shook her head as she moved Katie off her lap slowly. Katie pouted, moving away to the other side of the couch, as she watched her sister with wide light brown orbs. "Emma," Katie said softly and Emma presented Katie with a small reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, Kate" she said. "I just need to speak with her."
Katie only nodded her head and pulling her bear close to her, hugging her to her chest. Katie watched as Emma walked out of the living room and to the kitchen. Emma's eyes settled on her friends and Meredith as Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, and Meredith sat at the wooden kitchen table. Each had tears running down their cheeks as they each talked about Allison. Ava was upstairs in her room. Once when they arrived home, she told Kol to go home and she traveled up the stairs. Emma went after her, but Ava locked her bedroom door, making sure no one could bother her.
Damon and Stefan were leaning against the tan wall of the kitchen, each had their arms crossed over their chest. Stefan had a brooding look masked on his handsome face, while Damon looked around the kitchen, and stopped scanning the kitchen when they settled on Emma, but she wasn't paying attention to Damon. She was sending Elena a glare as she licked her lips and said, "'Lena, I need to talk to you."
Emma felt a pair of eyes on her that she knew belonged to Damon. As she looked up though, Damon's eyes were elsewhere, staring at Bonnie, listening to her telling the story about Allison taking her car and leaving. Emma sighed. She knew she would have to talk to Meredith about being an Angel. She would have to tell Meredith everything and she wasn't ready for that just yet.
Elena walked past Damon, but before she did, she met his eyes, offering him a small innocent smile. Even though it was innocent, Emma could feel her blood boil from the jealousy that was radiating inside of her. But Emma blocked that feeling out. It was Elena. She was Emma's best friend and she would never hurt Emma. She would always be there for Emma, or so Emma hoped.
"What's wrong?" Elena asked, her face showing worrisome. Emma just took a deep breath as she only shook her head, forcing a smile to appear on her lips, but it was fake, and Elena saw it as well.
"I need to talk to you privately." Emma said, turning around so her back was facing Elena. Emma led Elena to her bedroom. Once she reached her room, she closed the door behind her.
"What's the matter, Em?" Elena questioned and Emma took in a deep breath, turning around to face her best friend. She crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath, feeling the anger rise deep inside of her.
"Why did you tell Kate that my father is the one who killed Allison?" Emma forced herself to say, her voice cracking when she said her sister's name.
"She asked me and I told her," Elena said nonchalantly and Emma furrowed her eyebrows, walking closer to her friend. "She doesn't need to know that, Elena. She already knows about Dad attempting to kill me and about my mom being murdered. She doesn't need to know that. She thinks my dad's dead."
"So you lock her up in the dark and hope she finds her way out?" Elena questioned, placing a hand on her hip. "Yeah, she's young, but-"
"Young? She's only eight years old. She needs to be protected."
"And you think protecting her from the truth is a good thing?" Elena fired back and Emma thought for a moment and when she finally found her answer, she nodded her head.
"Yeah," she said. "I do, because when I was eight years old, I didn't know anything about this and that was a good ass thing, Elena. I had my mom then and I also had Allison. I even wish now I wasn't dragged into all of this crap. We have Adrianna to thank for that."
Elena smirked. "Good thing she's gone then."
"Yes," Emma said, agreeing. "Now why don't you understand that for Katie?"
Elena was silent for a moment as she began to think really hard about what Emma said.
"You know what, Emma," Elena said after a few moments of silence. "You want to know what I think?"
Emma nodded her head at her dark haired friend. "Of course. I need your advice. I-I'm sorry I snapped. I just feel like all this is my fault and I-"
"Well, Emma," Elena said slowly, cutting Emma off, and Emma felt tears sting at the rim of her eyes.
"What?" Emma questioned. "'Well, Emma' what? You believe this is my fault?"
Elena shrugged her shoulders. "Damon already told me how you two went back to the past and Ava told me how your dad was looking for you, but since you weren't there, he took Ava instead. I just think if you didn't go with Damon, then Allison wouldn't be dead."
Emma shook her head, bringing her hands to wipe away the tears. "It's - It's not my fault," Emma stuttered, thinking about the words Elena spoke to her.
"Emma, you're an Angel. You think not being one has no effect to it. I just think it was a bit selfish to go with Damon you know. You promised Ava you would stay at school and give her a year supply of Lucky Charms. It was a little selfish on your part and wrong. You have to admit that."
Emma felt anger spark deep inside of her at the words Elena spoke to her. They dripped with complete hatred for Emma and Emma stared at Elena, with confusion.
"Selfish?" Emma questioned. "I was helping Damon to find out about Carol and what happened to her. Damon cares for her. She was a friend to him, I suppose."
"But what about Ava? You know how she feels about schools."
"She had you guys," Emma defended. "I - Now don't pin all this on me. I didn't do it - I -"
"Emma, I think you're just in denial. You know it yourself this is your fault."
"Elena, what the hell has gotten into you?"
"Nothing," Elena said, shrugging her shoulders, folding her arms. "You wanted to know what I thought and how I feel. Now you are making me feel like the bad one." Tears welled in Elena's eyes and Emma shook her head.
"No, no. That isn't my intention. Elena -"
Elena shook her head. "I think you can't get over the fact that Damon will always love and care for me more than he ever will with you. Emma, you killed your sister. You dug yourself in this hole, you dig yourself out. I'm done. You're just cutting me down and I-" Elena brought a hand up and wiped a single tear away. "Don't call me and don't talk to me," Elena said, placing her hand on the doorknob. She opened the door slightly, but before she did, she said, "Just because you lost your parents and Allison, doesn't mean you're the only one suffering around here." And with that, Elena walked out of Emma's door, slamming the door shut after her. Emma jumped at the loud sound the slamming of the door created.
Tears fell uncontrollably from Emma's eyes as she felt guilt eat at her insides. Emma placed her back against her white bedroom door, and slowly slid her back down it. She brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees, hugging them tightly to her. She placed her elbows on her knees, using her hands to hold her head.
"She's right," Emma choked out, rocking back and forth. She heard knocking at the door, but she ignored the sound of Damon's voice saying her name.
"You're gone, because of me, Al," Emma said aloud.
Emma sucked in a deep breath as she rested her head into her palms. "You're dead because of me," she repeated. "It's all my fault. It's all my fault."
Emma sobbed into the palm of her hands as she heard a voice whisper. "I'm here, Emma. I'm here."
It sounded a lot like her sister, but that was impossible. Allison was dead and it was all her fault.
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
- Run, Snow Patrol
The Fight
A/N: Well, that was really depressing.
Elena/Adrianna are a bitch. Gosh. Hate them.
I understand Elena's a bit OOC, but you must understand Adrianna is possessing her because she's a BITCH!
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