A/N: I know, I know, I know. It has been forever since I have published another chapter and I am terribly sorry. Everything is hectic and I have my own life. I'm so sorry.

So, this chapter is a bit sad, but everything will be explained later on in the story.

I hope you like it.

Just in case you were wondering what was going on with my life:

School started :(

I hate it.

I'm in a play. The play is The Breakfast Club and I am Allison :)

I am going to be eating a lot of brownies today.

I must study for History.

I love you guys.

Well, now that you have an intake on my life, allow us to transport into a world of Angels, Demons, vampires, hybrids, werewolves, and whatever other kind of supernaturals that are out there that we don't know about.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Our Last Goodbyes

"I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself."

― Rosamund Lupton, Sister

Emma's bloodshot green orbs stared into the broken person in the mirror that was supposed to be her reflection, but this girl couldn't be her. The girl in the mirror looked as if she was suffering from the inside out. The girl with the pink lips in a huge frown and beautiful eyes begging for the pain to stop, could not be her. The girl wearing the damn black dress for an occasion she wished would never occur was not her. It couldn't be her. Emma wasn't this girl. Emma was happy, kind, and filled with compassion. The girl in the mirror looked terrified, heartbroken, and lonely. This couldn't be Emma. It couldn't. But it was. The girl that Emma was gazing at, was herself, but yet, it wasn't herself. A part of her died along with Allison - the part of her that defined who she was.

Today was the day. The day where her beautiful young sister was going to be placed six feet beneath the cold ground. Emma felt a pinch in her chest whenever she thought about her sister being below her feet, trapped in a box for all eternity. It brought more tears to Emma's eyes, and she quickly blinked. She was not going to cry. She was going to be brave. She was going to sing the song that she prepared for Allison, remembering when Allison joked, saying at her funeral, Emma better sing a song for her. She was going to accept all the fake apologies that she was going to receive from people and lastly, she was going to accept that this would be the last time she would be close with her sister. She had to find it in her to be strong. She had to hold on the part of her that made her stay strong, because if she didn't, she would break down. She would break down to pieces.

Emma sucked in a huge amount of oxygen, allowing it to flow down to her lungs. She never thought it would end this way. She never thought there would be a time when her sister would no longer be there with her, laughing at her, laughing with her, teasing her. She never thought there would be a time when Allison would really be gone and not be there for her graduation, marriage, when she had a baby, and a horrible illness. Emma always counted on Allison to be with her when she took crazy steps in life like that, but now it was impossible. Allison could never come back and she would never be back. It was just Emma, Ava, and Katie now. The only Gottschalk Angels left in the cruel world.

Emma thought of the words that Elena spoke to her, haunting her mind over and over again. Whenever she heard the soft sound of silence, it was replaced with the horrible voice of Elena's telling Emma how Allison's death was her fault. The guilt inside of Emma was eating at her alive. Last night, she was feeling the horrible guilt stabbing at her repeatedly. She tried everything to get rid of the guilt. She tried reading one of her favorite books. That didn't help. Even if the content of the book was such a beautiful heartwarming story, she couldn't do it. She thought of Allison right away, since Allison was the person who showed her the book in the first place. Next she tried watching her favorite movie of all time. The Breakfast Club. But she ended up shutting it off in the middle of it, thinking about how Allison always said she was the popular girl while Emma was the freak girl with dandruff.

After that, Emma tried writing. She tried writing in her journal about how she was feeling about Allison's death and about how she felt about everything that was currently going on in her complicated life. In the end, she found herself sobbing and tearing the papers out of her dark brown leather journal. She rolled the papers into little balls throwing them in the small corner of her room. Next, she tried coloring. That was a big mistake, because she thought of her childhood when her mom was still alive and when Allison and her colored pictures for her mom. That only hurt her worse, so she broke the crayons, throwing them in her room.

After trying over and over again to take her mind and heart off of the guilt and pain she felt, she decided to lie on her soft bed and stare up at the plain white ceiling. She sobbed, thinking about everything that was currently playing out in her life. The guilt and loss she felt surrounded her, trapping her. It wouldn't leave her alone. The only thing it did was torment her until she broke down. Once Emma thought she was going to be strong and not allow those saline warm tears to fall down her cheeks, she broke down. She threw her materials in her room, not caring who cared. She screamed and yelled out why. She shouted, breaking everything in her room. She wanted to know why her sister of all people had to be taken from her. Why couldn't it be her? Emma would gladly take Allison's spot, because Allison didn't deserve to die. She deserved a wonderful life with the younger Gilbert. She deserved a life with a lot of children running around in a beautiful picket fenced house, while Emma deserved to be the one who would be buried six feet below the ground today.

Emma blinked her eyes quickly. Thinking away from last night and focusing on today. She focused on the matter at hand and she breathed in and out quickly, taking in the sweet oxygen. She picked up the beautiful silver and black bracelet and slid it on her petite porcelain wrist. She picked up the matching ring and shoved it on her ring finger on her right finger. She looked down at the black rhinestone stud earrings and slowly placed both of them through the small, baby holes in her ears. She brought her hand up and trapped her antique silver cross necklace that rested upon her neck. She clasped her hand on it. She studied herself some more. She wanted to pray, but she couldn't find it in her to pray. What was there to pray for?

"Emma," Meredith's soft voice from behind Emma made her jump up. Her heart began to beat against her chest and Emma turned around, dropping her hand away from her silver necklace as she locked eyes with Meredith. "Are you ready to leave?" Meredith questioned Emma and Emma forced a small, broken smile on her pink lips, studying the dark bags under Meredith's brown eyes, making her look like the walking dead.

"Yeah," Emma replied back, her voice broke as she said that one single word. "I'm ready," she lied, knowing she would never be ready for what she was about to experience.

Meredith nodded her head. "Alright," she said. "Come along then."

Emma frowned, clearing her throat, then forced a smile on her lips again as she followed Meredith out of her bedroom door.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Allison was a wonderful person."

"She's always with you."

"My condolences."

"If you need anything, I'm here for you."

"Allison is now your guardian angel."

"Here's my number if you need anything."

"I am so sorry."

That was all Emma heard as people came up to her. She wore a tight smile upon her lips, thanking people for coming and showing their condolences. She blinked her eyes several times to stop the tears from traveling down her face slowly. She nodded her head, shaking the hands of the people who bothered to come and thanked them. She said things like, "Oh, Allison is now with my mom," or "Allison is at peace." The person nodded their head, agreeing, and then walked away, sitting down at a pew. Now, Emma held onto the cold, shaking hand of Katie as they walked down the aisle to their pew at the very front where they were going to sit. Emma swallowed, feeling the fear and the despair that Katie felt. Emma squeezed at Katie's hand, showing her that she was there and that she was always going to be there. Katie squeezed Emma's hand back. Emma made a turn, leading Allison to the pew they were to sit. Emma's eyes looked straight ahead, her eyes studying the white casket.

Emma's green orbs caught site of Allison, lying in the black coffin. She looked peaceful. She looked pale. She looked almost like Snow White with her beautiful pale skin and dark hair. She looked too perfect to be dead, as if she was asleep. Emma quickly looked away and looked down at Katie, as she heard her snuffles. Emma bit down on her lip as she watched Katie's tear fall down her flushed cheeks and to the floor of the church. Emma squeezed Katie's small hand again and Katie squeezed back.

Emma sat down at the pew, crossing her legs. Katie sat next to her at the end of the pew. Katie rested her head upon Emma's lap and Emma began to run her fingers through Katie's fine locks and she dug her nails in her palms to stop herself when she could feel the tears sting at her eyes.

Ava sat beside Emma and Emma turned her head to look over at her. The white in Ava's eyes were bloodshot. Her face was flushed and she looked weak and tired. Emma knew that Ava went off to cry by herself, without letting anyone else to see her cry. That was Ava. She was always like that.

Everyone soon gotten to their seats and Emma looked behind her and at the last pew, all the way in the far back, she met the beautiful eyes of Damon. They were a hard, ice blue, staring at her with sympathy and then he nodded his head. Emma quickly looked away from him and ignored the fact that Elena sat beside him. Damon came for her. He came to support her, not to sit by Elena.

The pastor began the service. His warm brown eyes stared out at the people who filled the church and he smiled. He looked at each individual and ran a hand through his short grey hair. He cleared his throat and began. "Times like these are hard," he said, voice soft and filled with care. "These are the times that we most need God. These are the times when we need each other. So let us begin with a prayer."

The whole service went along like that. The pastor talked about how Allison was good, kind-hearted person and how everyone would miss her. The pastor talked about how she is in a better place with God, but Emma began to feel doubt. She began to feel doubt for the reason of the people who she cared for were slowly leaving her one by one. Who would be next? Ava? Katie? Damon? No God would want to take a love one away from them. Allison was innocent. She did nothing wrong, so why was she taken and not Emma?

Emma heard sniffles from Meredith and Emma closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Meredith didn't need to feel the pain of grief either. She didn't need to feel the emptiness of it. Meredith tried all she could to protect the three of them and she was probably blaming herself for not watching Allison like she should have.

"Let us keep Allison within our hearts," the pastor said. "She is smiling down at each of us, glad to see your faces. She is with our Heavenly Father."

Emma couldn't help it, but she felt herself roll her eyes. She felt the burning stare of the pastor on her as he continued with his speech. Emma felt her cheeks burn as she squeezed Katie's hand.

"Now, why don't we have a moment where someone comes up and says a memory or two of Allison? You don't have to come up, but I am sure Allison would appreciate it. After that, we will have Emma McKay sing for us."

Emma felt her heart sink when she heard her name, feeling the butterflies in her stomach. Emma closed her eyes, shaking her head. She took a couple of deep breaths as she felt Ava stand up beside her. Emma opened her eyes, her green orbs meeting Ava's blue ones as she walked up to the microphone. Ava cleared her throat and did a thoughtful smile before she spoke. She looked out in the crowd, her eyes locking with Kol. He looked at her. He offered her a small smile and surprisingly she returned it. She quickly looked away from him and stared at Emma.

"H-Hi," she stuttered and her cheeks flushed. "Allison was my cousin and let me tell you, that girl was a handful."

Everyone in the church chuckled and Emma even smiled. Ava was good at this, making people laugh. She was good at making speeches and able to connect with people. Allison would be happy with this.

"She was so full of energy and she loved her family very much. She loved laughing, and singing, and being mean to Damon." Ava laughed and pointed to Damon in the way back as everyone turned around in their seats to look at him. Emma looked down, shaking her head, thinking about how Allison called him a leech.

"She was kind, gentle, and very sarcastic. But you know what, just because you can't see her now, it doesn't mean she isn't here." Everyone looked up at Ava thoughtfully and Ava shook her head, smiling a bit. "No, I'm serious. That girl never leaves."

More chuckles and Emma rolled her eyes. "Allison was the bravest person I know. I don't know why this happened to her. I don't know why she had to leave us, but it is none of our faults," Ava said, staring into Emma's green orbs. "Allison - Allison will always be remembered. She will always stay in our hearts. We must keep her alive through our memories, because I swear, she will be back again."

Emma smiled at the little hidden secret of the Angel joke, but it was mostly for Emma, to remind her Emma will return, but in two centuries. How wonderful.

"So, I want each of us for the rest of the day to think about her. Write something about her so you will never forget her. Allison was an extraordinary person and I - I love her like my sister," tears welled up in Ava's eyes. "She had the same humor as me so we would always joke around. She got me. She was someone who everyone needed in their lives."

Allison blinked her eyes a few times. "There was this one time when Allison and I were fighting over a bottle of ketchup." Emma smiled, remembering that day. "We were at the Grill. I wanted it for my fries and hamburger, but she said she wanted to use it first. I refused to give it to her. We started to fight over it. My hand was on it and her hand was on it. As we were fighting over it, my lovely friend Matt walked over to us, to see what we were doing. As we were fighting over it, we squeezed at the bottle and the ketchup flew out of the bottle like a fountain. It landed right on Matt. Allison and I laughed about it for days. You should have seen Matt's face. He got so angry that it was as red as the ketchup on it."

Ava wiped at the tears that fell down her pale cheeks and smiled. "So, thank you guys for listening," Ava said and stared at the doors of the church, more tears falling down her cheeks. Ava studied the doors of the church feeling chills run down her spine as she studied the light brown eyes that belonged to her cousin. "I love you, Al," she whispered and walked away from the microphone and sat beside Emma again at the pew.

"Good job, Ava," Emma whispered.

Ava smiled. "Thanks. I did it for Allison."

Emma nodded her head. "I know."

"You know why I was staring at the doors of the church?" Ava asked after a moment of silence.

Emma shook her head. "No, why?"

"Because Allison was here. She was here smiling at me, flipping me off as I spoke."

"All of those speeches were wonderful. Now, let's all clap for Emma. She's going to sing a song for us."

Emma forced her legs to push her up as she stood up. She walked up to the beautiful piano that waited for her. As she sat at the stool of it, she thought of her mother and how she taught her how to play the piano. She extended her hands out, adjusting the microphone to be close to her pink lips. The pads of her fingertips touched against the smooth piano keys of the piano and Emma realized it had been a year since she has played the piano.

Emma turned her head to look at the doors of the church and she frowned when she didn't see Allison. Was Allison only there for Ava and not for Emma? Was Allison that mad at Emma for her being the instrument in her death, that she didn't want to see her? Whatever the reason was, Emma felt pain in her chest.

"Um, hi," Emma said, awkwardly as she composed herself to speak. "This was my mom's and sister's favorite song. My mom always played this song on the piano for us. She, um, my mother actually wrote this song, so I would like to dedicate this song to my mother and sister."

Emma cleared her throat as her fingers began to dance peacefully against the keys. She cleared her throat a second time and began to sing.

"Darling, Darling I am here.

Please do not shed that tear.

Please do not ask why.

There is no need to cry.

Darling, you must be strong

even if it's all wrong

Darling, you are filled with light,

oh so bright.

Darling, you are everything I hoped for.

I could never ask for more.

Darling, you must be brave

and listen to the words I say."

The tears tickled at Emma's flesh, but she sang the chorus.

"Baby, baby, I am here.

Baby, I will never leave you.

I could never abandon you.

Darling, do not have fear.

Let me wipe that fallen tear.

Please let me hold you.

Let me kiss you too.

Baby, baby, always know

that I am always here

Darling, always know I always

and forever love you."

Emma's voice cracked at the end of the chorus and she was crying uncontrollably now. Her fingers stopped playing the beautiful piano and she stood up from the stool. She heard hushed voices as they whispered to each other. She kicked over the stool and felt her legs run out of the church. She didn't want to cry in front of everyone. She didn't want to cry in front of Katie, Ava, Meredith, or Damon. She just wanted to get the hell out of there. She shook her head, thinking of her mother and her sister. She didn't want to think of them. It haunted her mind. She couldn't stop the sobs that escaped her lips as she pushed open the heavy church doors.

"Emma!" she heard Damon's voice call after her, but she ignored his voice as she ran out the church. The sun shined down on her and she continued to run, not knowing exactly where she was going. She couldn't do it. She couldn't pretend that everything was okay anymore, because it wasn't. None of this was okay.

Damon stood up from his seat, but he felt a pair of petite hands touch his thigh to pull him back down. Damon turned his head to the side to look over at Elena, her eyes were filled with sympathy. "What are you doing?" she questioned, her hand still on his thigh. Damon brought his hand down to Elena's hand, prying it off his thigh. "Going after Emma," he said and went to stand up again, but Elena brought her hand on his shoulder this time. She shook her head and pointed her finger to her right where Elijah stood and followed after Emma. "Elijah's going after her."

"I want to go after her," Damon argued, pulling her hand off his shoulder. "I'll make sure she's okay."

Elena shook her head. "She's my best friend," she said to Damon, standing up. "I'll go check on her and make sure she's alright. Don't worry about her." Damon glared at Elena as he sat down. Elena stood up and moved her thin body out of the pew. When Damon wasn't looking, Elena didn't go out through the back door. She went out through the side door of the church.

Emma breathed in a deep breath as she leaned against a tall tree on the property of the church. Her heart was slamming against her chest and she brought her hand up to her chest, holding her chest as she sank down. Emma brought her hands up to her face, hiding her eyes between the fingers of her hands. She was surprised she lasted through the song that long. Throughout the whole time she was singing, she felt as if she was about to vomit on the piano. She was in a way thankful that she ran out of the church. She no longer could feel eyes studying her every mood, watching her. Emma breathed in a deep breath, then she heard someone speak.

"Well, Emma. I am shocked you even came considering you are the reason Allison is dead."

Emma looked up, her eyes meeting eyes that looked so dark and the tears ceased to fall. Her green eyes turned to a darker shade filled with hate as she breathed in an angry breath. Emma shook her head, not believing who was standing in front of her, wearing all black. His dark eyes looked down at Emma with a look Emma saw many times before. Was it compassion? Sympathy? No. It was hate. It was a look of disgust.

Emma shook her head as she forced herself to stand up.

"Dad?" she questioned.

Her father smiled sinisterly. "In the flesh and bones, he replied and took a step towards his daughter. "Now tell me Emma, how does it feel to kill? You know what that makes you?"

Emma shook her head. "I killed no one," she said in a quick breath.

"Oh, but then how come you have so much guilt. I can practically feel it vibrating off you."

"I feel guilt because it should have been me," Emma admitted, her green eyes studying her father as he paced back and forth in front of her.

"It was going to be you, but then you and the older Salvatore went in the past together. Oh, how was that by the way? Did you enjoy reminiscing Allison's death back in 1212 as well?"

"Go to hell," Emma spat out.

"Oh, baby girl, I already have, but you will be coming down there soon. Once an Angel kills, that makes them a Fallen Angel."

"I. Didn't. Kill. Anyone." Emma said slowly, anger rising deeper within her.

"Oh?" her father questioned.

Emma nodded her head.

Seth shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. "I am only warning you."

Before Emma could do anything, it blurt out. "Why did you allow Carol to kill Allison? What did Allison ever do?"

"I believe the question you should be asking is why do people always die for you, Emma? You want to know why your mother died?" Seth questioned walking closer to Emma. "It was either her or you and guess who she chose to die? Her. She didn't want Adrianna killing you, so she took your spot."

"T-That isn't my fault," Emma said, shaking her head. "Mom was courageous."

"Your mother was stupid. She could have lived. All Adrianna wanted was you."

"I didn't kill Mom."

"Well, think about it, Emma. If you never existed, your mother would still be alive. Allison would still be alive. The person who is going to die next will still be alive, and the person after that, and the person after that. You truly don't know how many people have died because of you. People have risked their lives, making sure no one found out where you were, who gave birth to you, and if you existed again or not." Seth took a step closer to his daughter. "The great amount of blood is on your little hands, Emma." The tears welled in Emma's green orbs. "You, my daughter are a murderer, and I would say I was proud if you weren't a Gottschalk."

Emma's eyes never left her father's. "Leave," she said, "Never come back here, or I will kill you-"

"Oh, look, Emma. There's the murderer talking again."

"Leave. This is holy grounds."

"I am powerful than God himself. You think I cannot walk on here if I please. Perhaps I should go in the church and murder your little friends. Maybe little Katie would be next."

Emma screamed out and pictured her father feeling pain in his head, but nothing happened. Emma tried again, and again, but her father was only laughing at her and Emma felt a tear fall down her right cheek as she looked down at her hands and then back up to her father.

"Looks like you're slowly turning into a Fallen Angel. Looks like I should be going. I have people to kill," Seth turned around, turning his back to his daughter as he began to walk. Emma swallowed as her father turned around again and said, "Oh, and tell Tyler his mother makes a fantastic sidekick. She did kill Allison and all. I was planning on having her kill Ava next. You better watch out, Emma."

Before Emma could say anything, her father disappeared out of thin air as if she imagined him. She fell down to the ground, feeling herself go weak as a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her and she felt safe.

"I will take you home," the voice said and she was expecting the voice to be Damon's, but it wasn't. The voice had a hint of an accent in it. The voice belonged to Elijah.

Iris' beautiful amber orbs studied the young male at the candy vending machine with the vein that was throbbing in a nice, smooth rhythm. She studied the beat of it. She could hear his slow and perfect heartbeat from wear she was standing a few feet away, hiding behind the corner of the wall. She felt the veins underneath her eyes wither around as if they were little snakes. She felt the warmness in her eyes as they turned bloodshot. Her fangs pushed themselves out through the smooth flesh of her gums and as they did so, Iris didn't wince at the pain like she did the first time her fangs popped out. Iris watched as the young man, who looked about her age grab the candy bar in the golden wrapper. He walked down the hall. His long blonde hair bounced off his shoulders and Iris felt her throat tighten up from the dryness in her throat. She felt as if she didn't drink for years. Her throat felt raw and she would do anything to satisfy her needs. Iris narrowed her eyes as she felt her legs run to the man, ready to attack him, but as she got closer and closer to the man with the long shoulder length blonde hair, she felt a hand snake itself around her waist, pulling her back. Iris growled and wiggled in the arm, trying to free herself so she could have dinner, but the arm was too strong. She groaned, knowing who it was. "James," she said in an annoyed voice as her fangs and the veins under her eyes disappeared. "Let go."

"I leave you for five minutes and you try to kill people. Now I must add "watch Iris 24/7" on my day planner."

"All I did was watch him. I didn't kill anyone."

"Yet."

"And I won't kill anyone."

"That's what I said, but then I murdered. Seriously, Iris. You need to be more careful."

"I am careful," Iris defended and pouted her lips. "I was just simply watching people. I like people."

"Your fangs popped out."

"They like people too," Iris said. "They get along with them."

"They like blood, not people."

Iris rolled her eyes. "Same thing," she said and James opened the door of their motel room. Iris walked in the small motel room first, James following after her. She walked to one of the twin sized beds and plopped down. "We need to find the Gottschalks," she said. "I have a feeling something's bad is going to happen, you know. If I was an Angel, I could better understand what I am feeling."

James rolled his hazel orbs, sitting beside her. He wrapped his large hand around her petite one, squeezing her hand gently.

"I know," he said, nodding his head. "And while you were asleep last night, I went out and did some research."

Curiosity popped into the mind of Iris as she raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "And what did you find?"

"Well, I found an address and a phone number."

Iris smiled. "I suppose we shall be visiting them soon then."

Emma shook her head at Elijah, her dark chestnut hair falling in front of her face, hiding her face from him like a curtain. She felt his strong hands pull her up from her waist and she was standing on her feet, but Elijah's hands did not let go of her. "My dad," she said, unshed tears welled in her green eyes. "He-He was here, Elijah." Her eyes looked everywhere, as she felt fear for her loved ones, but hate for him.

"I'll look for him," Elijah said.

"No," Emma said right away. "No. I need to find him. He threatened Ava."

Elijah let go of Emma and took a step back from her. He looked down at her with so much care in his dark brown eyes that Emma reminisced him back in 1212. She remembered how they were best friends and how he was always there for her. She wanted him as a friend again. She remembered how he was an important part of her life.

"It will be alright," he said to her and Emma shook her head again, not believing it. "He will be found. He will not harm you nor Ava. I give you my word."

Emma looked up at Elijah again as he said the last sentence. She nodded her head and offered him a small smile. "Thank you," she said.

Elijah nodded his head. "Why don't we go back inside of the church?" he questioned and extended his hand out towards Emma, but Emma took a step back and shook her head.

"I can't go back in there," she said, her voice in a high pitch. "I don't have the courage and the strength to go in there. I can't, Elijah. I can't stand being in there, hearing the sympathy from everyone in that damn church. It hurts too much and I want the pain to stop," she begged to him and tears rolled slowly down her flushed cheeks slowly and she wiped them away from the back of her hand. "If this is what will happen with the people who I love, then-"

"Then what, Emma?" Elijah questioned, running a hand through his dark brown hair, walking to her.

Emma shook her head, then she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she whispered. "I just don't think I have the strength to go on."

Elijah nodded his head and took another small step to Emma. He extended both of his hands out and rested them on her cheeks. His thumbs acted as a window wiper, wiping away all of her warm fallen tears. He stared into her green eyes, studying every feature that her face had to offer to him. She was like a beautiful painting that he could stare at all day. Her features were the same over a thousand years ago. The same beautiful pair of eyes. The same chestnut-brown hair. The same perfect lips. The same cheekbones. She hadn't changed a bit, except for the fact of being a little bit stronger and braver.

Elijah didn't see Emma as weak. He saw her as the most strongest person who he ever known. She was brave and she loved her family and friends so much. She would do anything for them, even risk her life if she had to. Emma was selfless and only thought of others around her. She was kind and gentle. She always wore a perfect and beautiful smile upon her face. Emma to him was perfect in every way possible. She was perfect inside and out. She was beautiful inside and out, but she no longer belonged to him. She belonged to the elder Salvatore.

"Emma, listen to me. I have lived for many years and I guarantee you are strong. You have strength. You have courage. You will survive whatever internal battle you are fighting and I want you to know I am here."

Emma nodded her head, her head in his hands. She smiled a bit. "Thank you," she whispered.

Damon Salvatore exited the church, feeling concern for Emma eat at him alive. As he walked out the church, he bumped into Elena who looked up at him with a small smile. She looked away from him and her eyes looked at Emma and Elijah. Elijah's hands were holding onto Emma's face, as Emma stared up at his eyes with a small smile. Elena smirked, looking away from the pair and to Damon whose beautiful ice blue eyes were on the pair, staring at them and glaring. "Don't they make a cute couple?" she asked him. Damon ignored her as he walked back in the church, feeling the anger and jealousy taking over.

Ava and Allison walked along the cemetery, examining of the birthdays and death dates of people who were buried six feet beneath the ground. Ava found herself interested in learning of when they were born and died, because the little "-" between the two dates, is the symbol for all of the events and situations that the person lived. It symbolized the person's life and what they did for others and themselves. Ava found that comforting, thinking that these people will truly never be forgotten. Whatever they did on life affected someone and that someone affected someone else and so on. It reminded Ava as a chain reaction. It also kept Ava's mind off of Allison for a little bit.

"Why is that boy staring at you?" Katie questioned with curiosity as she squeezed Ava's hand.

"What boy?" Ava asked, squatting down to the ground, studying the birth dates of a woman named Elizabeth Brown. "The man by the tree," Katie replied back, pointing over to the tall tree in the cemetery. Ava stood up and turned around so she was facing the direction that Katie was pointing in. Katie rested her hand at her side again as Ava saw Kol dressed in all black, leaning against the tall tree with folded arms over his muscular chest. Ava rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head as she studied him. "He's a creep," Ava muttered and noticed a small smile pulled at the corners of Kol's pink lips and Ava smirked, knowing Kol heard her. Ava looked away from him and back to the tombstone of Elizabeth Brown.

"Wasn't he the one who was over at the house the other day?" Katie questioned referring to when everyone learned of Allison's death. Ava forced herself to think away from that date as she nodded her head. "Unfortunately."

"His name is Kol, right?"

"Yep," Ava said, popping the 'P'. She walked away from Elizabeth Brown's grave and walked to the one to the right of it.

"Why is he walking over here now, Ava?"

"What?" Ava said in an angry tone, turning her head, catching sight of Kol walking over to her and Katie in a slow, patient walk.

"He better stay away from me. I'm not in a mood for a Kol."

"A Kol?" Katie questioned, her nose crunching up in confusing. "He's his own creature?"

The corners of Ava's pink lips pulled up in a smile. "Yes," she said. "You want to stay away from them. They're dangerous."

"How do we get rid of Kols?" Katie asked, frowning.

"The best way to get rid of Kols is to ignore them. Pretend as if you cannot hear them or you can't see them."

Katie nodded her head. Kol walked next to Ava and walked beside her, but Ava ignored him completely. Kol looked away from him and out in the cemetery. As Ava, Kol, and Katie laughed, Katie said, "I do not see a Kol. There is no Kol."

Ava laughed and squeezed at Katie's hands.

"I am not sure if I particularly like having my own species or not," Kol commented as Ava brushed past him, pulling on the hand of Katie, moving her along in the cemetery.

"Were you always this morbid, Ava?" Kol asked. "Being in cemeteries?"

Ava was silent for a moment and stopped walking when her eyes caught on an ancient tombstone. She bent down and extended her hand out and her hand touched the tombstone. She closed her eyes shut as vision formed in her head. "Do you think it is working?" Katie whispered and before Ava could answer, Kol answered for Ava.

"No," he whispered back and Ava shook her head, breathing in a deep amount of oxygen.

"You know, ladies. My mother once told me how handsome I was. Don't you agree?"

"She probably also told you, you could sing," Ava said, standing up straight, "but all three of us know that, that is also a lie."

Ava smirked and turned her back to him, gripping on the small hand of Katie's. Kol followed after them again.

"So, what is your name little one?" he questioned. "It has to be something beautiful. It is something angelic and perfect correct?"

Katie turned her head to look at Kol. Her eyes filled with curiosity. "My name is Katie," she answered and Kol smiled. "Really?" he asked and Katie nodded her head. "But if you like, you may call me Kate."

"Like Princess Kate?" he replied back, thinking of the princess in England who recently had a baby and Katie giggled, nodding her head. "Yeah," she said and Ava stopped walking and Katie pulled her hand out of Ava's.

"Your name is Kol, right?" Katie questioned, taking a step towards Kol and Kol nodded his head.

"Coal, like what Santa gives to the bad kids on Christmas?"

Ava bit on the inside of her lip to stop herself from laughing. "He was such a bad kid. He got coal each year from Santa, that everyone began to call him 'coal'. Right, Coal?" Ava said 'coal' in a long tone and Kol smiled at her and nodded his head.

"Yes," he said. "Of course. I was terribly bad."

Katie's eyes widen. "What did you do?"

"I often teased my sister."

"You were mean to her?"

"Very," Kol answered.

"Why?" Katie asked, turning her head to the side.

"I am not sure. I suppose it was because she was one of the youngest."

Katie nodded her head, turning her head to look over at Meredith who was studying them. Meredith motioned for Katie to come over by her and Katie nodded her head, but before she left, she looked over at Kol.

"Bye, Coal," she said, waving to him before walking off.

Kol waved back. "Bye, Princess Kate." Katie giggled as she ran to Meredith, slipping her small, petite hand into the hand of Meredith.

Ava was silent as she walked away from Kol, looking at the tombstones again. She could feel Kol's gaze on her as she walked, but she ignored it. She felt heat burning in her cheeks and she bit on the inside of her cheeks, hoping Kol didn't notice. She heard Kol's heavy footsteps behind her. Ava stopped walking and turned around to look behind her where Allison's white casket was. She looked just in time to see the casket slowly go down in the spot reserved for Allison and Ava quickly looked away, huffing out oxygen.

"Do you remember how in 1812 when you always found me lurking around in cemeteries?" Ava questioned, turning around so she was facing Kol.

Kol nodded his head, taking a step to Ava. "Yes, I still don't quite understand why you always went to cemeteries. You even watched funerals."

Ava offered a small smile at the memory as she bent down, facing a tombstone with the dates of a 1922-1929. She felt tears form in her eyes as she extended her hand out, touching the cold stone. She saw a young 7-year-old girl, with beautiful dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. Her milky pale skin looked like death as she lay in bed, coughing. Her parents were beside her, holding on the young girls hand, telling the girl it was okay to leave. Ava quickly opened her eyes, feeling a warm tear fall down her cheek. She quickly stood up.

"When I touch a tombstone," she said, facing him again. She folded her arms over her chest. "I can see the person's last day on earth or a summary of their life. It makes me see the impact that these people left on this earth. It makes them never forgotten." She smiled a small smile and cleared her throat. "It also takes my mind off of... you know."

Kol studied her with his dark eyes. "So is that why you always ended up crying?" he questioned.

Ava thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose so."

"Do you usually like cemeteries?"

Ava frowned. "I liked them in 1812 and I like them now. When my parents passed away when I was like nine, I would always go to the cemetery where they were buried at and I had a weird feeling to touch their tombstones. Their tombstones told me more about them and everything that I needed to know. That was how I learned more about Angels and what I was. Then everything fell into place and I had memories and everything."

Ava began to walk again. Kol was silent for a moment as he followed Ava through the cemetery.

"I am sure you have heard this many times today," he said and Ava turned around, her beautiful sparkling blue eyes meeting his dark brown ones. "But I am terribly sorry for what happened with Allison. Whatever you need, I will be here. I just want you to know that."

Ava nodded her head, a small smile formed on her lips. "Yeah, um, thank you, Kol. That's nice of you." She looked away from him, taking in a huge breath of the suddenly thick air. She began to argue with herself whether or not to ask the question that she was dying to ask him. She found the courage in her and she questioned him the question she was dying to know the answer to.

"What did you do when Henrick passed away?" she asked suddenly and Kol looked up at her bewildered and Ava opened her mouth and took a step to him. "I mean - I - You don't have to answer that. I'm sorry."

Kol studied Ava for a moment, silently. No one asked him about his younger brother ever. His siblings and him never talked about him. They always stayed quiet about it, allowing the silence to do the question. There wasn't a day when Kol didn't think about his blue eyes and dark hair younger brother. He frowned and Ava's blue eyes stared up at him with concern as she took a step to him. "I'm - I'm sorry," she stuttered.

Kol shook his head and thought for a moment. "Let's just say that I didn't take it very well."

Ava bit on her bottom lip. "Why, what did you do?"

"I began to tear everything apart. I was angry and hurt. I was pretty close with Henrick. I suppose my vicious behavior was present even when I was human."

Ava shook her head. "You're not vicious," she whispered. "Annoying, but not vicious."

Kol offered her a small smile. "Good to know, Angel."

Ava nodded her head, taking in a deep breath. "And what else happened?"

"Well, would you like to know the truth?"

Ava nodded her head, folding her arms over her chest. She wanted to get to know Kol better, she wanted to get a better understanding of Kol. She knew that this was one of the best ways to understand him.

"I slept with a few women, trying to not think of it. Then my mother turned us into the creatures we are now. I murdered people, innocent people. Then Nik decided that we moved to Germany and we did. That is where I met you."

Ava frowned a bit. "You mean Adelena?" she asked and Kol shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose, but Adelena was more naïve than you."

"I was not - she was not naïve!"

Kol smiled, shaking his head, "Oh, but she was. I remember when I would just watch her and Annaliese. She would often talk about me, saying how handsome I was and how she hoped one day I would court her."

"Once a stalker, always a stalker," Ava muttered, blushing slightly. A small smile washed over Ava's lips as the atmosphere around them turned serious again.

They both stayed silent for a few moments before Ava spoke. "Your brother is proud of you, Kol. He isn't mad at you. He looks up at you like he used to look up at you before."

Kol nodded his head, his eyes gazing into Ava's. "Thank you," he said.

Ava nodded her head. "Of course. What are friends for?"

"Friends?" Kol asked, tilting his head to the side.

Ava smiled, taking a step to Kol. "Friends," she confirmed and Kol smiled back at her.

Allison leaned against a tombstone with her arms folded over her chest. She watched and rolled her eyes at Ava and Kol. She shook her head and let out a laugh. "Idiots," she muttered. "It's obvious you two are in love with each other."

Allison looked away from her cousin and the Original. She looked over at her older sister, Emma, who was standing beside Damon. She caught sight of their hands entangled and a small smile pulled on her lips. "I wish you picked someone else, Emma, but at least you are somewhat happy." Allison looked away from her sister and to Jeremy who was staring at the white casket that was now in the ground. Allison frowned as she saw the look on his face. "I'm sorry, Jer," she said and quickly looked away from him, feeling guilt for leaving him.

Allison looked over at Meredith and her younger sister Katie. Allison's heart stopped beating as her sister's light brown eyes were staring into her eyes, burning a hole into them. Allison tilted her head to the side and furrowed her eyebrows. She studied her younger sister for a while, waiting for her sister to look away from her, but Katie didn't. Katie watched Allison's every move and Allison felt her dead heart beat wildly against her chest. Allison forced herself to walk to Katie and Meredith, her eyes never falling off Katie as she did so. Katie stared at Allison as she walked and Allison swallowed.

Allison stopped walking when she was close enough to Katie. She sucked in a huge amount of oxygen, although she didn't need it.

"Kate?" she questioned her sister's name and watched as the color in Katie's face turned paler as a tear rolled down her sickly paled cheek. "Can you see me?"

Katie didn't move for a few seconds, but then her head bobbed up and down as a nod in response.

After the crowd around her vanished, Emma stayed behind in the cemetery, bending down, pressing her hand against the fresh dirt that blanketed over Allison's beautiful pure white casket. The sun shined down on her and she swallowed hard, blinking her eyes quickly. "Hey, Al," she croaked out. "I'm sorry I ran out of the church and didn't finish the song. Don't hate me."

Allison pouted as she appeared beside her sister. She stood, watching the tears fill in Emma's green orbs and watched as she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

"I could never hate you, Em," Allison whispered, but Emma didn't hear the sweet voice of Allison's whisper to her, but she did feel the wind pick up and swirl around her in circles.

"I just wanted to say our last goodbyes," Emma continued and cleared her throat. "I want you to be in peace and I want you to be happy with Mom. You deserve happiness."

Allison offered a small smile, although Emma couldn't see or hear her. "I'm fighting, Emma. I'll come back. I promise."

"Ava said you were at the church today, but I couldn't see you."

"You aren't allowing yourself to see or hear me," Allison answered. "You have to forgive yourself. You are ruining your Angel powers."

"I'm so sorry, Allison. I'm so sorry for everything. I want you to not worry for me, or for Ava, or for Katie. I'll protect them. I won't fail them. You go. I accept it not, but apart of me will always be gone." Tears traveled from Emma's green eyes as she cleared her throat and continued. She licked at her dry lips, tasting the salt of the tears.

"I'm not going anywhere, Emma. I'm not leaving."

Emma stood up, she straightened her back as she studied the fresh dirt some more. "I love you, Allison," she said and turned her back to Allison grave. She took a final breath and breathed out, "These are our last goodbyes." Emma walked out of the cemetery in a slow pace, feeling the humanity that she held disappear as it was replaced with anger and heartbreak. She let out a scream, feeling the part of her breaking completely. She began to run. She ran out of the cemetery, no longer caring about anything or anyone anymore. She was being pulled in the darkness and she could feel it pull at her, but she had to fight against it. She had to, but the thing about temptation was that it was hard to fight against. Emma was going to need her strength more than ever now. The only question is though: will Emma be able to put up the fight against temptation?

Allison sat beside her grave, studying it. She placed her pale hands on the dirt, rubbing her hands in it. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, angry at herself for dying and not being strong enough to survive when Carol murdered her. She should have healed and done something. Allison thought she was doing the right thing, but she knew what will happen to Emma if she went into the darkness. Sophie already explained to her how the horrible pain of grief and guilt took over an Angel and controlled them, basically turning into a vampire without humanity. They would switch the sides from good to evil. They would no longer be known as an Angel, but a Fallen Angel. But that only happened when an Angel murdered and they know they murdered. Although Emma didn't murder, she feels in her heart that she murdered and the guilt was eating at her.

Allison stood up, but then the wind around her danced elegantly. The wind was harsh and blew on it. Allison clenched her hands into fists, knowing that whatever was going on, it wasn't good.

"Hello," she heard a deep voice behind her say.

Allison turned around slowly, her chocolate-brown eyes catching sight of a beautiful man with striking blue eyes and dark blonde hair. The man looked as if he was in his mid twenties and he was absolutely handsome. A smirk was plastered on his pale pink lips as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes traveling up the body of Allison slowly. Allison glared at him, feeling her skin crawl and violated. Her heart slammed against her chest and fire hushed threw her veins. This man, he wasn't good.

"Are the other Gottschalk Angels as beautiful as you, Miss Allison? If so, I would love to come in contact with them. I hear you are in a relationship with a Gilbert. How about the eldest one, hmm? Or how about the pretty blonde with the long legs?"

"I am shocked you didn't ask about Katie, considering you look like a pedophile."

"Me? A pedophile? That's obnoxious. I do have an age limit."

"You're obnoxious. Since I am having these warning feelings, I suppose you are some sort of a demon, so how about you get the hell out of here, before I cast a pretty badass Angel spell on you."

"For a beautiful Angel, you sure do have a mouth on you."

"And for a demon you are still pretty creepy. Now, why are you still here. Get out."

"I have a proposition for you," the man said, his smirk widened and Allison continued to glare at him.

"Who the hell are you?" she growled out, feeling the fire in her veins bouncing around like a ball.

"Most people call me Satan, but I prefer to be called Lucifer. It is a pleasure to come in acquaintances with you, Ms. Allison McKay. I have a lot to discuss that involves with the eldest Gottschalk Angel."

Allison felt the light underneath her skin, tears burning at the back of her eyes as she stared at the man in front of her. No one was safe any longer. Satan was now walking upon the earth and from the glint in his eyes, Allison knew that something horrible was about to happen and it didn't involve Lucifer. It involved Emma.

Ava walked slowly outside, feeling her body warning herself of a raven head vampire outside of their house. Ava walked around her house to where she knew Emma's window would be. As she walked, she caught sight of Damon Salvatore standing outside below Emma's room. His baby blue eyes sparkled up at the window, narrowing themselves at it. Ava sighed, folding her arms over her chest, knowing Emma was already fast asleep.

"Don't go in her room," Ava said and Damon turned his head to the side from hearing the voice of Ava speak to him. "She locked her window for a reason."

"She's just being stubborn," Damon said, turning his attention fully on Ava as she walked to him. Ava shook her head. "She's hurt, Damon. She just lost her sister and she's all jungled up. She's confused and needs to be alone for a while to think."

"She's been ignoring me," Damon protested.

"She's been ignoring me too. She's been ignoring everyone actually, but that doesn't mean anything. She just feels way too much guilt. Trust me. I can feel it from here. She feels like all of this isn't her fault and lovely Elena Gilbert isn't helping," Ava spat out Elena's name like it was poison and Damon furrowed his eyebrows, taking a step closer to Ava.

"What's Elena doing?" Damon asked.

Ava raised an eyebrow. "You don't know how bitchy Elena has been? I'm starting to think she's Katherine or was possessed by a major bitch."

"What did she do to hurt, Emma?" Damon questioned and Ava breathed out a sigh and licked at her lips.

"If Emma didn't tell you then she didn't want you to know."

"I don't care if Emma doesn't want me to know. I want to know what the hell is going on," Damon said, walking towards Ava again and Ava took a step back. She licked at her lips and ran a hand through her long blonde hair. "Fine," she said, "but you better not tell Emma I told you or I am beating your ass."

Damon shook his head, ignoring the blonde's threat. "Elena told Emma that she was the reason why Allison was dead, that it was all her fault. That didn't help. She's just been a bitch the past few days. She blames Emma and Emma can't handle the guilt and the pain of Allison being gone. It's just too much. It would be too much for anyone. And I swear, if I see Elena, I'm pulling her eyes out."

Damon opened his mouth slightly opened and huffed out, feeling anger spreading throughout him. "Take care of Emma," he said and before Ava could respond, a powerful wind blew on her and Ava cursed. "Dammit," she said and walked into her house.

Damon appeared in Elena's room, just in time to see her peel of the black dress that she was wearing earlier. All she wore was black lacy lingerie and she turned around, folding her arms over her chest, purposely making her cleavage push up even more. Elena bit on her lip nervously and let out a scream seeing Damon there. She backed away and glared at him.

"Damon, what the hell are you doing here?" she questioned and Damon took another step, walking closer to Elena. She slid past him and quickly pulled out a navy blue tank top and a pair of short gray shorts. She quickly pulled them on her slim body and looked up at Damon with angry brown orbs. "What the hell is wrong with you? You don't just come in my room and do that, Damon."

"Why did you tell Emma it was her fault for her Allison's death?" Damon questioned and Elena pouted and made herself look more innocent. She shrugged her shoulders and huffed out a sigh. "She asked and I told her the truth. Is it really that bad to state my opinion?"

"You know for a fact that none of this is Emma's fault?"

"Look, Damon, I think it's sweet you are playing the knight in shining armor for Emma, but can we talk about this later? I want to go to bed. I'm tired and today was a very long day."

"Fine, Elena. Go to bed. Sleep. But leave Emma alone. She doesn't need to hear these lies from you."

Elena breathed out a dry laugh, shaking her head at Damon. "Wow," she said. "What a change. You use to be the one who watched over me. What changed?"

"Probably when you tore my heart out of my chest like Katherine. You are turning completely into Katherine. You are turning into a selfish bitch and I want you to leave Emma alone."

Elena shook her head, tears burning at the rim of her eyes. "I care for you Damon and I care for Emma. I didn't mean to hurt you or Emma, Damon. Please forgive me - I - I'm sorry."

Damon shook his head. "Go to bed, Elena."

"No, Damon," Elena protested, walking to him. "I've been thinking about everything and I've realized I have made the worst decision of my whole entire life. I should have chosen you," she said to him as a tear fell down her light olive cheek. "I should have picked you," she whispered. "I love you, Damon and I can't stand seeing you with Emma and watch her fall in love with you and watch you fall in love with her. Please tell me you feel the same, Damon. You make me feel alive. You make me feel happy. You make me feel alive."

Elena took a step closer to Damon, placing her petite hand on Damon's cheek. She rubbed his stubble with her thumb and Damon's blue eyes softened as he stared into Elena's dark brown eyes, who stared up at him with so much love and with so much care. "I don't want to lose you, Damon," she whispered, leaning in closer to Damon. Elena felt Damon's warm breath on her lips. If she just leaned in a bit closer, then she could feel the soft lips of Damon's against her lips. She could have her Damon again and she could never lose him.

"Please tell me you feel the same way," she said and she leaned in all the way, pressing her lips against Damon's pink lips. She kissed him with so much passion in that single kiss, with so much love, but Damon didn't kiss back. He didn't respond to the kiss. He brought both of his hands up and placed them on her slim waist, pulling her off him.

"I don't love you anymore, Elena," he whispered to her, blue eyes studying her as Elena shook her head, more tears falling down her cheeks. "No," she said. "Damon."

Damon pulled himself away from her, walking to the window. "Don't hurt Emma anymore and don't kiss me ever again. You are with Stefan."

Elena shook her head. "I don't love Stefan. I love you."

Damon shrugged his shoulders. "It seems as if I have fallen for someone else," he said as realization hit him and Elena shook her head, walking to Damon.

"Please, Damon. Please."

"Good-bye, Elena," he said to her before he jumped out of the window, vanishing into thin air.

Once Adrianna was sure Damon was gone, she began to laugh, allowing the chuckles to surround the teenagers room. Adrianna felt Elena's soul bouncing around, screaming, begging for Adrianna to let her free and to leave her alone. Adrianna breathed in deep breaths, taking in the control of controlling Elena's body and not allow Elena to control it.

"Leave me alone! Get out of my body!" Elena begged, but all Adrianna did was laugh in reply. She now knew that Damon could be Emma's weakness. He was falling in love with the eldest Gottschalk Angel, most likely meaning Emma felt the same way. Adrianna smirked. It was going to be a bumpy ride.

"Elena," Adrianna heard the annoying voice of Elena's younger brother Jeremy call her. Adrianna rolled her eyes as she turned around, taking in deep breaths, composing herself to be ready to act like the elder sister of Jeremy Gilbert.

"Yes, Jer," she said in reply, but as she turned around she felt the young teenage girl's heart stop beating. Jeremy's face was blue and he was hardly breathing from the beautiful girl who had her hand around Jeremy's neck. Elena was screaming in her body, begging Adrianna to save her brother from the dark-haired girl, with the dark eyes, and light olive skin, but Adrianna could care less about Jeremy. She only cared about her younger sister Belinda holding Jeremy by the neck with a butcher knife in her left hand.

"Hello, dearest sister," Belinda said, tilting her head to the side. Belinda turned her head to look over at the youngest Gilbert. She removed her hand from Jeremy's neck, allowing Jeremy to breath in oxygen. She brought the knife up to Jeremy's neck and leaned in close to Jeremy. She licked at Jeremy's neck and Jeremy cringed, wanting to get away from Belinda. "Isn't he just gorgeous. I could just eat him up."

"What are you doing here?" Adrianna asked her younger sister. Belinda only smirked as she pulled her face away from Jeremy and to her elder sister.

"What? No welcome party? No present. Can I take this sexy Gilbert to be my present?"

"Elena," Jeremy choked out. "Please help."

"Daddy sent me," Belinda answered and looked over at Jeremy and leaned in, kissing him on the cheek. She then slid the knife against the smooth skin of Jeremy's neck, sliding it slowly so Jeremy felt all of the pain. Jeremy screamed out, feeling the warm liquid that was his blood pour from his sliced neck, and drip down to the wooden floor. Belinda let go of Jeremy and Jeremy fell down to the ground, gasping for air. Adrianna looked down at the younger Gilbert as he died slowly. She then looked down at his hand and saw a ring on it that she didn't notice before. It was a ring that was given from an Angel to protect humans from Demons. It wasn't there earlier, where the hell did it come from?

Adrianna looked away from Jeremy and to her younger and beautiful sister, Belinda. "Miss me?" she questioned a smirk forming on her dark pink lips.

A/N: Alrighty, well that was quite depressing and morbid.

Thank you for reading. Please review.

Yes, I did write that little song that Emma had to sing. I hope you liked it :)

DAMON IS FALLING FOR EMMA!

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Now that we have Belinda and Lucifer on earth, what the hell is going to happen?

What does Lucifer what with Emma?

Oh. My. God.

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