A/N: Sorry for how long this chapter turned out to be. I just started writing and editing and it grew it to the long chapter that it now is. Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to leave a review telling me what you think.
"Samantha!" yelled Elijah, as he peered down the hallway at me, with Stefan stuck in a headlock, and Damon's head pinned underneath the toes his right shoe.
As I tore my gaze away from the stake that was sticking directly out of the center of chest, I looked up and saw the sheer terror and horror that plagued Elijah's eyes. Quickly gazing from Elijah to Stefan, I saw that he too shared Elijah's gaze and more surprising than that, was that when I looked over at Damon, I could see the same look in his eyes that Elijah and Stefan both shared. This puzzled me, as I was sure from day one that Damon hated me, but the look is in eyes seemed to say otherwise.
*Crunch, Tear*
Following the faint sound of tearing and ripping, I felt a second stake get plunged in my back. My body immediately tensed up, as the sharp wooden object, ripped and tore through flesh, nicking bones, before then puncturing one of my lungs. As I drew breath, all I ended up inhaling was fluid, which was soon followed by me gushing up ample amounts of blood from my ever quivering lips, just prior to losing the feelings in my legs. Now as plummeted to the ground, I saw both Elijah and Stefan vamp speed towards me, with Elijah catching my head and upper body mid fall. Stefan now towered over me, as I laid somewhat lifeless in Elijah's big strong arms. Seconds after that happened, I saw Damon vamp speed pass me, and just as he was out of sight, I heard the gasps of an unidentified male being choke to death. I figured it had to be my attacker, whoever he was.
Elijah continued to cradle me in his arms, while Stefan kneeled over me from above, trying desperately to keep awake, but to no avail. Now just as my vision was starting to get blurry, and the darkness was just moments away from claiming me, I found myself wondering one single thought, how did I get to this point of no return."
Eleven Hours Before:
It was seven in the morning, and I had barely gotten any sleep from the night before. Mainly because I was up most the night, coming up with different ways to kill Damon. Luckily for me, the whole lack of sleep thing didn't really bother me very much. Though it was only because instead of spending most of the night arguing with Stefan and Damon, I actually spent most of my sleepless hours modifying a few of the hunter gadgets Alaric had gotten me for my birthday. Now here I was with less than four hours of sleep under my belt, and class right around the corner.
It was then I decided to skip school for the day. Technically it was the perfect day for it, seeing as Alaric, Stefan, Elena, Damon, Jeremy and Jenna were all hiding away at the Gilbert cabin. After everything that transpired last night, Damon and Stefan thought it best, for the Gilbert and Salvatore clans to retreat in to the wilderness, as they brain storm new ways to take down Elijah, seeing as he now knows about their little magical dagger. I think it's safe to I wasn't down with that idea, for a multiple of reasons. The main one, stemming from the fact that I didn't, and don't want to be ANYWHERE near Damon right now. Then when you add in that they compelled Jenna to go up there, it just seems like a big mess waiting to be cleaned and here I was with out a mop and bucket. So I decided to stay behind, besides, Elijah's quarrel is with Damon and that group. So the way I saw it, once I wasn't with them, I was the safest person in town.
With an exhaustive yawn, I ran my left hand through my hair, and immediately realized, that I hadn't taken a shower since last night. So with that I decided that it would best for me to do so, if not to wash my hair, then to at least wash Kayla's dry blood from off me.
After a few long, and well deserved minutes, I finally exited out the shower and posted up in front of the medicine chest. As I started drying my hear, I found myself suddenly glaring at the locket, Elijah had gotten me for my birthday. As I continued to stare at it, it wasn't long until I started fumbling with it between my fingers, all while replaying the conversation me and Alaric had about it.
After a few more minutes of just pinning over the vivid details and marksmanship of the locket, I was finally able to break myself free of the damn thing, before heading for my closet. Not feeling to picky about what I wanted to wear today, I quickly threw on some jeans, a navy blue sleeveless tank top, and some black pumas. While putting on my tank top, I thought I had heard a noise come from down stairs. Being the cautious person that I am, I went over to my night stand, and attached the two arm cut off stakes to my wrists, before then opening my top drawer and pulling out my two vampire modified beretta M9 pistols.
With my guns now in hand, I slowly and quietly began making my way out my room, before then sneaking down the stairs. Now on the bottom landing, I hastily peered over at the front door, only to see that it was still closed, and yet, something told me I wasn't alone. I continued to be as stealthy as possible as I entered into the living room, making sure to always look both in front and behind of me when going around a corner or entering a new room.
I had just finished my sweep of the living room, and was about to head over to the library when something in the pit of my gut told me to turn around. Wasting no time, I instantly spun around, but before I could get a shot off, I was instantaneously grabbed by my wrists, and super speed in to a wall.
A grunt escaped pass my lips, as I felt my back get shoved up against the wall. Now no longer in motion, and pinned against the wall, I finally got the opportunity to gaze upon my attacker, and to my dismay, it was Elijah Mikaelson.
"Samantha." said the Original with a half smile, as he motioned with his eyes for my to let go of my guns.
"Not happening." I answered back defiantly.
The few minutes following my response was met with utter silence, as we just continued to stand there. Our eye piercing into one anothers, my hands pinned above my head, our chests touching every now and again, as my breasts slightly rubbed up and down against his chest with every breath I took. I personally didn't care or wanted to see Elijah, and yet in this position, and this angle, I found myself rather turned on by the suited Original.
"I'm not here to hurt you." said Elijah finally
"Yea, like I'll believe anything you have to say after last night." I countered back, with such bite in my tone
"Know that if I wanted you dead, you could have been the moment I walked through that door. My intentions towards you is not death nor harm,… I give you my word. Finished Elijah, with such tenderness in his voice and softness in his eyes.
After his last statement the room was once again brought to silence, as I pondered over the charming Original's word. Very reluctantly, I began loosing my grip on the guns, and as I did, Elijah's grip on them tightened. As he removed the guns from my grasp, obviously hoping to ensure that I wouldn't attack him.
With my guns now in his clutches, Elijah backs away from me, before then motioning for me to join him back in the living room.
"So, what are you doing here?" I asked, just seconds before folding my arms, as I walked passed him on my to the sofa.
Elijah lightly smiled at me, "I'm using you to draw Stefan, Damon, and Elena out from that little cabin the Gilberts have out on the lake."
I scoffed almost instantly, as a condescending smile stretched across my face, just as I had taken a seat. "Is this some kind of joke? Damon can stand me, let alone like me, and Stefan's Elena's little guard dog, so trust me when I say, their's no way you're going to get them to come out for little old me."
"You seem to underestimate just how much your uncles care for you."
Following a roll of my eyes, I quickly shot up from the couch. "Be it as it may, I'm not staying here so you can use me as bait." I spat out.
With Elijah to, now on his feet, "I am sorry Samantha, but I can't let you leave." responded Elijah, with a somewhat uneasy look on his face.
"Screw this." I said, as I attempted to blow pass the original.
Not missing a beat, Elijah instinctually reaches out and grabs me by the arm. "Samantha, let us not make this in to something unpleasant." pleaded the Original. It was painfully obvious that he truly didn't want to have to use force on me, which personally I found a bit shocking, but none of that mattered. Because when I looked at him, all I could see was Kayla's dead face staring back at me.
"Too late, it became unpleasant the moment you and Damon caused the death of my best friend. Now let go!" I ordered, but the ever so handsome Original just ignored my demand to be set free.
"Samantha, I am greatly sorry for the part I played, in not only the death of your friend, but the ruining of your special day. I allowed myself to get cocky, and worst, I abandoned my principles, all the for the sake of ensuring, that I be the one to kill Klaus."
"Well guess what, now you can. Congrat-u-freaking-lations! No, really. I hope it's was worth it. I hope you get whatever sick, twisted satisfaction your looking for. Because an innocent girl died for it, and that's not even the worst part. No, the worst part, is watching the Sheriff and her deputies cover up the death with some lame half- ass cover story. The last thing her parents will ever know about their daughter, are the lies they're spreading about her being a drug addict. I mean seriously, and I know the truth, but against a sheriff and their false autopsy reports what can I do?" I asked, as tears began to roll face. "The last memory that family is going to have of their daughter, is her being some kind of a drug addict who, just simply over dosed after leaving a birthday party. It's not right." I shook my head
Seeing how hurt and distraught I was, Elijah gently pulled me in, and held me close as I buried my face in his jacket. I didn't understand it, but for some reason, being in Elijah's arms just felt right.
As Elijah just held me, he'd kiss me on the top of my head, "Samantha, I think it's time you know the truth about Klaus and this supposed curse."
Lifting up my head, I looked up to meet Elijah's gaze, "What are you talking about?"
With small twinge of hesitation he finally replies, "The sun and the moon curse isn't real."
"What?!" I asked, as I pushed myself free of the Original's warm embrace. "What the hell do you mean the sun and moon curse isn't real? If there's no damn well curse, then why is Klaus on his way here?"
"There is a curse, just not that one. The real curse is much a worse, it's a curse placed on Klaus.
My facial expression was one of complete shock, "So you've been lying to us?"
"I can explain everything." stared Elijah, as he began to take a step towards me.
As soon as Elijah had taken a step towards me, I had taken a step back. "No, I don't want to hear any more of your lies!" I yelled at him, just before running pass as I made b-line for the door.
Before I even got anywhere close to the door, Elijah had already vamp sped in front me, blocking my straight path to the door.
"Sam."
"Don't you dare Sam me."
"Listen, it is true, I have not been completely forth coming with the truth surrounding Klaus, the curse, or myself for that matter. But if you give me a chance, I will tell you everything and ask answer any questions you might have."
"How will I be able to believe anything you say?" I asked, almost hurt
"You're just going to have to trust me." started Elijah, before then moving aside, and granting me access to the front door. He then motioned towards the door, showing me that I was now free to leave should I choose. "I leave the choice to you" finished Elijah upon stepping aside. Shortly after that, the well dressed Original began making his way back to the living room, leaving me in the hallway to contemplate my thoughts.
After a few minutes of debating whether or not I should stay, I had finally come to a decision, I felt confident in. So with that, I sashayed back into the living room with a new found confidence and attitude. Stopping just a feet away from Elijah, I folded my arms, threw my hip to the side and took to a no non sense taking stance. "So, let's get on with the story shall we."
Gilbert Family Lake House: (3rd pov)
"Wait, what are you crazy?" asked Damon
" She's family, Damon, and Elijah's got her. Which is why we've got to do everything we can to save her." responded Stefan
"Look, we gave her the option of coming up here with us and she did everything but spit in our faces when she turned it down. Not once, but SIX times."
"I don't care, Damon. Besides let's not forget, were in this situation because of you." replied Stefan, as he got up in Damon's face.
Eying down his little brother, Damon instantly switches from his calm demeanor to his menacing one. "You might wanna step back brother, before I do something else, that puts us in another unwanted situation." threatened Damon as he tilted his head
"Ok, that's enough." said Elena as she separated the two brothers.
"Yeah, I'm with Elena. We should be gearing up to fight Elijah, not each other." added Alaric.
"We shouldn't be gearing up to do anything. For all we know, that little boy was witch lying and Elijah doesn't have Sam, and then just like that, we've walked into a trap." explained Damon in an annoyed voice
"Well then your more than free to not come along, Damon." said Stefan
"Perfect." rejoiced Damon
"But I will be taking the dagger." added Stefan
"You wanna say that again?" asked Damon as the joy he was feeling just a second ago quickly fleeted.
"Well if we're going up against Elijah, we need the dagger so that if one of us get's the opportunity, we can take him down." smirked Stefan
With an annoyed look on his face, Damon finally succumbs to his brother's wishes. "Fine, let's hurry up and do this!" said Damon, as he stormed towards the front door.
"Well, hopefully taking down Elijah won't be that hard." teased Alaric, before then grabbing his big black duffle bag full of vampire killing equipments and following after Damon.
"My guess is it'll be a little bit harder." teased Stefan
Walking up and grabbing a hold of Stefan's face, Elena plants an overly passionate kiss, on the lips of her favorite Salvatore brother. "Hey, be careful out there, ok?"
"Elena, everything's going to be ok. Just make sure you, Jeremy and Jenna stay here until I come back for you all." ensured Stefan as he gave Elena one more kiss before then heading out the front door.
Now with Damon and Alaric, Stefan takes one more glance back at the cabin, and sees Elena just standing in the door way. Then with one last wave at Elena, Stefan looks over to Damon, who then grabs a hold of Alaric's shoulder, before then vanishing from site, as the three, all vamp speed back to Mystic Falls.
Salvatore Boarding House: (Sam's Point of view)
After hours of story telling, which were then followed by Q & As, I just sat on the couch in complete and utter astonishment. I mean, to try an wrap my head around the whole Original Hybrid/Family deal was hard enough, but to now know that Elijah didn't just know Klaus but was his brother was something entirely different.
Elijah sat across me, trying desperately to analyze my facial expression. As he wanted to know just how I was making out with all this new information, and personally I wasn't even sure how I was making out. All I knew for sure, was that based on all that Elijah had just told me, everything had changed.
"Samantha." called out Elijah
"I need a drink." I said, before then quickly shooting off the couch and heading towards the bar that was stationed behind of Elijah
"Samantha, have you nothing to say about everything I just told you?" asked Elijah as he turned to face me
I had just gotten done pouring myself a bourbon on the rocks, when I shot a glance over at Elijah. "What do you want me to say, huh? That it's ok, that I believe you? Cause right now, I'm even sure how I feel about all this." With that, I quickly took a swig of my drink before then continuing. "Plus he's you're brother, and I get the whole wanting revenge for your family thing, but let's be honest you're not going to go through it. I came here to kill the son of a bitch responsible for killing my brother, and you know what, I failed. Cause I bought into Stefan's family crap, and they're only my distant uncles mind you. Where as this Klaus guy, is your BROTHER. So excuse me, if I'm not all believing that you can kill your brother with a clear conscious." I finished
"Samantha." started Elijah
But I quickly cut him off, "No, I don't wanna hear it." Soon after those words left my mouth, the front door busted opened and the next thing I know, I'm suddenly some where off to the side in the foyer, pinned against a wall with Stefan's hand over my mouth.
"Stefan, Damon? I wouldn't try anything stupid if I were you." I heard Elijah yell out
Removing his hand from my lips, Stefan gestured for me to leave the house, before then stepping from behind the wall and putting himself in full view of Elijah
I remained behind the wall and watched as Stefan slowly made his way up the hall, all the while addressing Elijah.
Then, just as Stefan had made it to the entrance of the living room, he was immediately joined by Damon, who abruptly came out of no where.
As I continued to watch, I couldn't make heads or tails of what they were saying, but suddenly and out of no where I see Alaric, slowly creeping up behind Elijah with his gun compressor aimed at the Original's heart.
Then with out warning Alaric, fired off his compressor but just before the stake could make contact it stopped dead in mid air. The look on Alaric, Stefan, and Damon's face was one of disbelief.
The next thing I know, I see Elijah smile and then he vamp speeds towards Alaric, grabbing him by the throat before then throwing him clear across the living room. With that, both Damon and Stefan rushed Elijah, and a fight of major vampire proportions quickly unfolded.
Now as they were fighting, Damon and Stefan suddenly dropped to the ground holding their heads. It was only then, out of my peripherals did I see Jonas Martin walk through the front door.
It became obvious to me that Martin was the reason for Damon and Stefan's current predicament and so wasting no time, I ran up and tackled the fully grown witch. Freeing Damon and Stefan almost instantly, so that they could continue on with their fight against Elijah,
As I sat on top of Jonas, continuously punching him in the face, with a simple flick of witch's wrist, I was sent crashing into a wall back first. Immediately after hitting the wall, I fell to the ground, and as I looked up the hall way I saw Alaric emptying countless clips from my modified beretta M9 pistols into Elijah's back.
"Jonas!" called out Elijah
And with that, the elder witch quickly peered up the hall way, and with yet another flick of his wrist, he brought Alaric propelling down the hall towards us. Right after smashing into a potted plant, the guns slide out from Alaric's hands. Wasting no time at all, Alaric gets back on his feet, digs in his back pocket and pulls out the white oak dagger. Shortly after seeing this, Jonas goes after Alaric, causing me, to hastily scurry to my feet as I attempt to stop Jonas from whatever it was he was planning to do to my favorite history teacher.
Grabbing Jonas by the shoulders, and spinning him around I quickly swung a right hook, planning to catch the elder witch off guard. But to my dismay, Jonas was able to stop my punch mid swing as he held it still using his power of telekinesis. With that, I furiously swung a left hook at him, but once again, he merely stopped it with his telekinesis.
Following a condescending smirk, Jonas uses his power of telekinesis to then control one of my beretta pistols, as he then shot off three rounds into Alaric's back.
"No, Alaric!" I screamed
After a gasp or two, Alaric drops to the ground with the dagger still in hand, as the light in his eyes slowly disappears.
"You bastard!" I yelled out
Jonas just looked at me with a judgmental gaze, "You chose the wrong side." was all he said, before then causing the gun he used to kill Alaric to take aim at me. "And now you must pay." he finished
"Thinking fast, and now fighting for my survival, I clenched the fingers in my right hand, causing the two stakes in my arm cut off stake to eject from their cartridges as they shot straight to the neck of Jonas Martin.
Staggering back, the shocked Jonas reaches for his throat as he feels for the stakes, almost as though to confirm that they were really there. And with one last death glare at me, I saw Jonas get ready to fire the gun at me. So with much haste I ran up and Spartan kicked him square in the chest, causing him to fly backwards, as he smacked the back of his head hard against the wall before then dropping to the ground. Leaving a blood splat on the wall, where the back of his head had hit.
Now even though I was able to finally put him down, Jonas had got the gun to shoot off at me mid kick, luckily it just went through my right arm without hitting any bone. And so even though there were no severe physical damages done, mentally, I felt like I had been put through the ringer.
Turning towards the living room, I could feel my body violently begin shake, as I watched Elijah take on both Stefan and Damon Salvatore, two of the world's most infamous vampires, and my uncles. Realizing that I couldn't just stand around and do nothing, I some how willed myself out of shock, before then hastily rushing over to Alaric's dead body. Dropping to me knees, I frantically began prying the white oak ash dagger out of his cold, lifeless hand. When out of no where I heard a male voice come from behind me, instinctually I spun around and take to a defensive position, as I prepared myself for some kind of on coming attack.
"You guys….are…making a….bi…big mistake." muttered Jonas, as he sat in thriving agony propped up against a wall with two wooden stakes plunged deep into his neck. Just waiting for the gentle hand of death, to ease his suffering and whisk him away to sweet and blissful oblivion.
I slowly dropped by defensive pose after realizing that the male voice was non other than Jonas Martin. I won't lie, I was more than shock to see that Jonas was still some how alive, if you can even call it that. As I stared into his eyes, I couldn't help but cry as I felt horrible for being solely responsible, for the current predicament he now found himself in, but I had no choice. Seeing him like he was, with the two stakes sticking out of his neck, the vast amount of dry blood he was covered in, and the way his chest kept looking like it was about to explode or cave in, with every breath he took. Due to the fact that his lungs and the rest of his body were now working in over time, desperately trying to keep a steady flow of oxygen coming and going, my god, was it an inhumane sight. So in wanting to put him out of his misery, and grant him some semblance of peace, I stretched over Ric's lifeless corpse, and grabbed one my of beretta M9 pistols. Now on my feet, I slowly walked over to Jonas, stopping a few feet in front of him before then taking aim at his head. And as I look into his eyes, I didn't see anger, or vengeance, or even regret, instead all I saw was gratitude, as the once powerful warlock faintly smiled at me, nodding for me to go on with the execution, as he found solace in knowing that his suffering was about to come to an end.
"I'm so sorry." I mouthed with tears streaming down my face, just seconds, before pulling the trigger and ending Jonas Martin's very existence.
Immediately dropping the gun there after, I turned, and ever so slowly began making my way towards the living room. As I slowly marched up what seemed to be a never ending hallway, trembling with every step, all I could do was dwell on the fact that I had just taken a life. Completely and utterly oblivious to the big vampire smack down that was unfolding in front of me, as it sunk in that I had taken a human life. Yes, he tried to kill me, but I came to Mystic Falls to kill vampires, not humans, whether they be supernatural or not. How is it, that nothing in Mystic Falls was ever just black or white, why did it always have to be grey, and messy. While I was pondering this thought, I suddenly felt a cold and sharp chill shoot up my spine just seconds before the rest of my body went numb. Which was then instantly followed by Elijah's earth shattering & heart felt yell, as he called out my name in such panic.
Looking down at my chest, I saw the sharp, pointy end of a wooden stake sticking out of me, but before I could fully comprehend what was happening to me, I felt a sharp pain abruptly shoot through out my entire body as a second stake was drove into me. Following the mind numbing pain that continuously echoed through out my entire body, after yet a second stake was plunged into my ventral cavity. I found myself coughing up vast amounts of blood, just moments before collapsing. As I plummeted to the ground, after losing all feeling in my body, I watched as both Elijah and Stefan both vamp sped towards me. Mere seconds after being caught by Elijah mid fall, I saw Damon vamp speed straight pass me, I assume to kill the bastard that brought about my embedding doom. Which I found surprising, but not as surprising as the hurt look I saw shot across his face, after witnessing me be impaled by not one but two wooden stakes.
As I drifted off into the darkness, the one question that seemed to plaque my mind was, How did I get to this point of no return. And with that, I lost consciousness.
