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Chapter 6

Emma's brain was sending her a million and two different thoughts as the phone call and the woman's voice haunted her. She thought of what the woman said to her and Emma could feel the tears prickling at the rim of her green eyes as fear for Meredith and her younger sister controlled her. She ran a hand through her dark chestnut hair, taking in deep breaths as she did so, to calm down. They were in an accident. That was obvious. Emma brought her feet up to the old car passenger seat chair and hugged her knees tightly to her as she closed her eyes and hoped for the best.

"Relax," she heard the velvety voice of Damon and she opened her eyes in a quick pace, reminding herself that she did not know this man that much. What the hell was wrong with her? She tells him to take her to the hospital. He probably thinks that she's crazy. What if he would kidnap her? Meredith seemed like she didn't like Damon that much, so there had to be a reason for it, but she did realize that her aunt did feel some sympathy for Damon. "They'll be fine," he added after the few moments of silence between them and Emma turned to look at him. He payed attention to the road ahead and Emma sent him a glare. How would he know? He wasn't a fortune teller. She just looked away from him, and looked out the window, watching as they passed the small buildings that Mystic Falls had to offer.

"I heard the phone call," she heard Damon continue and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. That was the last thing that she would ever want to talk about. She didn't even want to think of that damn phone call. All she wanted to do was get to the hospital and make sure that Meredith and Katie would be alright. That is all she wanted and that is all she hoped for.

Emma turned slightly, so her green orbs could look at him. Soon, she met his icy blue gaze and she glared at him and looked away from him and pointed her hand to the road ahead of them. "Look at the road!" she shouted. "Not me!" and Damon's pink lips turned into a slight smirk as he payed his eyes on Emma instead of the road like she commanded him to do.

"But you are so much prettier than the road," Damon said and Emma only shook her head as she looked out the small passenger window, watching as the blue car passed the large trees, that looked more like green and brown blobs when Damon drove fast enough.

"They'll be fine," Damon said, sneaking little glances towards Emma. "They were trying to scare you. I promise."

Emma shook her head, arms still embraced around her legs. There was a frown on her pink lips and she shook her head again, staring at him as she spoke. "You don't know that for sure," she said honestly, her voice wavering. "No one can know that. You can't know that."

Damon thought for a moment about what Emma said and what she said was true. No one could predict the future unless they were some kind of psychic. That was how the world worked. It worked without people knowing how it worked and Emma hated it. She wanted to know for sure that Meredith and Katie would be alright. She wanted to know for sure that everything would be safe and sound, but the world made it too hard for her. She couldn't lose Meredith or Katie. She already lost her mother and if she lost the both of them, then it would be just her and Allison. Also, she didn't want Allison to go through the pain of loss again. Allison didn't deserve it, neither did Emma.

"About the phone call," Damon started out and Emma shook her head again, looking away from Damon, resting her chin on the top of her knee. "I don't want to talk about the phone call," she said. Her voice filled up with fear as she mentioned the phone call and she tilted her head to the side, looking out the window again. She licked her dry lips with her equally dry tongue and she felt the tears threatening to fall. She thought about what her mom would do in this situation and what she would tell her to do. Emma closed her eyes shut, wishing that she could block the world out.

"Nothing will happen," she heard Damon's voice and Emma kept her eyes close as she spoke, too afraid that if she opened them, tears would fall.

"Then why do I have this awful feeling that something horrendous will happen?"

"You're scared," Damon answered her question with much confidence in his voice and Emma's eyes fluttered open. "So what?" she asked. "So what if I'm scared? Everyone is scared. You're even scared."

Damon breathed out a small chuckle and Emma's green eyes lit up with anger from him laughing at her comment. "I'm not scared," Damon denied and Emma rolled her eyes. She was expecting him to reply with a statement along the lines of not being scared, but she knew the truth. Everyone was scared of something, meaning he was also scared as well. It may be a small little reason or a huge reason, but either way, everyone on this planet, with a beating heart, and with a soul was scared, and Emma was certain Damon fit in all those categories.

"You're scared of something. Whatever it is, you are scared. Whether you are scared of the dark-"

"Trust me, honey, you should be the one fearing the dark. Not me."

Emma bit down on her lip, to stop herself from saying something she would regret to him. She ignored the comment and continued.

"Or whether it is because of trying, everyone is scared."

"Except me."

Emma unwrapped her arms away from her legs and crossed her legs Indian style. "Oh why? Because you are the big guy who's not afraid of anything. That's bull. There's something that you're afraid of."

Damon ignored the last comment as well and Emma crossed her arms over her chest.

"Nothing will happen," Damon said out of nowhere.

"What?" Emma asked looking at him as if he hasn't been taking his medicine.

"Nothing will happen with the phone call. I won't let anything happen."

Emma just nodded her head. "Oh yeah," she said. "And how will you make sure nothing happens? How will you protect us and make sure nothing will happen?" Emma pressed on, curious of what he had to say.

Damon smirked. "I have my ways," he said as if there was a second meaning to it and Emma raised an eyebrow at him from how vague he was being. "Like what? Murdering people when you don't get your way?"

Damon just chuckled and he shrugged his shoulders. "Possibly," he answered. "Don't we all have our ways to make sure something happens."

"My way is making sure no one gets hurt and if you want to "protect us" like you say you do, then your way will be to make sure no one gets hurt. It's simple. Be nice, empathetic, and try not to be a dick. Oh, crap. Looks like all three will be a struggle for you," Emma finished a smirk appearing on her lips.

Damon just rolled his eyes at Emma's comment and continue to drive. They both were silent for a moment before Emma spoke. "Why do you want to protect us?" she questioned and Damon thought for a moment and shrugged his shoulders.

"There was this one girl I used to know many years ago," Damon said and Emma raised an eyebrow, knowing that Damon was admitting to something that was important to him and that he kept secret.

"What was her name?" Emma asked, her voice soft, as she turned her head to look at Damon, watching him as sadness flashed in his eyes as he thought of the girl.

"Sophie," he answered and Emma's heart skipped a beat as she heard Damon say her mother's name and she swallowed as she waited for him to continue speaking. "You remind me of her. I feel as if I should protect you, along with your family, because I would have done the same for her."

Emma looked away, feelings tears at the rim of her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. "Did you love her?" she asked, her voice was soft and weak and Damon's lip tugged up in a small smile as he thought of Sophie. "No," he answered. "She was like my little sister. She would always find the good in people, and especially in me."

Emma frowned. "She was like your little sister?" Emma asked, putting emphasis on the word was.

"She passed away a little over a year ago."

Emma felt a lump in her throat and she felt her voice run away from fear that he was talking about her mother. Her mother, Sophie, passed away a little over a year ago like his Sophie, and Emma's heart began to beat rapidly against her rib cage as curiosity got the better of her, but that didn't mean that his Sophie was her mother. Damon looked to young to be like an older brother to her mother. Her mother was 34 when she died. Her mother was at least ten years older than Damon. It would be the other way around. And plus, millions of people are names Sophie, and thousands of people die each day. It didn't necessarily be her mother.

"How did she... go?" Emma questioned when she found her voice again. She thought of the right words to speak to not hurt him and she watched Damon's smile on his lips falter a bit and then the faltering took control, making his pink lips turn into a lopsided smile instead of the smile that was on his lips moment before, and Emma began to feel guilt for even mentioning his Sophie's death. Dying was a tragic thing for not just the person who was experiencing it, but for also those who loves the person who is going.

"She was murdered," Damon said, his voice sounding cold like as and he gripped harder on the steering wheel as he drove, his knuckles turning into a pure white.

Emma blinked her eyes quickly, to hold back the tears. That was the same way her mother passed away, but Emma blocked that thought out.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft and empathetic.

Damon shook his head, not wanting empathy, but he gave a small smile, thinking of Sophie. "It's okay. She was quite the angel," he said and winked at Emma.

Emma returned the smile. "That's good," she said, looking out the window and Damon paid attention to the road instead of Emma.

For the rest of the ride, they both drove in silence as Emma thought of her mother, Meredith, and Katie, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not forget about the woman who was on the phone. It haunted her mind over and over again, as the woman's voice played nonstop in Emma's ears like a broken record.


Emma placed her hand on the door handle of the passenger car door and climbed out of the car. She slammed the door shut, rushing to get inside of the hospital as quick and possible to Katie and Meredith. She wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans and she ran a hand through her hair as she began to walk towards the entrance of the hospital. She heard the driver's door shut, in then she heard Damon call after her. "Hey, don't take it out on the car, little Miss. Olympic," referring to the way she was walking so fast to the entrance of the hospital. Emma ignored his comment. Others might have thought it was a funny little thing to say, but not Emma.

"Wait for me!" Damon shouted, but Emma ignored him as she continued to walk in a fast speed. She didn't see a reason to wait for him. She appreciated for him bringing her in such a rush and she appreciated to have him pretend that he cared for her, but this is where the line for them was cut in half and she didn't want to wait around anymore. She didn't want to hear his comments and she didn't want to have another serious talk about people dying and everyone being afraid. The only thing that she had in her mind was to get to Meredith and Katie.

Emma stopped walking as she reached the front door of Mystic Falls Hospital. She looked up, taking a deep breath and placed her hand on the handle of the double doors and pulled it open. She quickly squeezed in, as the door was closing and she entered the hospital. Emma looked around the hospital and spotted the front desk. The woman who sat at the front desk, looked frantically around the hospital, as if something was wrong and she needed to get out of the hospital. Emma licked her lips as she examined the woman some more and walked over to her in a hurry. She rested her hands against the desk as she got there, staring into the darkest pair of eyes that Emma has ever seen. Emma ran a hand through her hair as she began to speak.

"I received a phone call that my little sister and my adoptive mother were in an accident," Emma said in a rush as the woman stared at Emma with confusion and Emma looked down at the woman with sadness in her green eyes. "Meredith Fell and Katie McKay," Emma said their names and looked around the hospital, before her eyes landed on the woman again.

The woman's dark black hair was pulled up in a high tight bun at the crown of her neck. It was a fancy nice bun, that she added with a light lavender headband to pull the look off. She wore light eye makeup, and since it was so light, it was very hard to notice that she wore any makeup at all. The woman scratched at her copper skin tone as she wiped down at her dark cream color sweater with her hands. Emma noticed a wedding ring on her left ring finger and Emma gave the smallest of smiles at the middle aged woman. The woman seemed like a professional, kind women, but Emma realized that there was something off about the woman and it was bothering Emma a lot, but Emma blocked that out. She wasn't here to investigate on the woman at the front desk. She was here for her sister and Meredith.

Soon, the woman began to type away on her computer. She furrowed her brows at the huge computer screen and she looked up at Emma, dark eyes showing with confusion. "What were the names again?" the woman asked softly. She sounded normal. She didn't sound like an odd robot or anything of that sort. Her voice was a warm and sweet, but the vibe she was giving to Emma was the opposite. The vibe forced Emma to feel as if she needed to run. Her instinct began to tell her to run, but Emma ignored her instincts and paid attention to the problem at hand. Also, it was stupid to feel this way toward this woman. She looked as if she wouldn't hurt a fly.

"Meredith Fell and Katie McKay," Emma repeated and the woman began to type again. "Meredith Fell is a doctor here," Emma said, hoping that would help with the woman knowing Meredith, but the woman just looked up at Emma, confused as if she didn't know who she was talking about, but either way, the woman typed again, searching for the records on Meredith.

A few minutes later, which felt like a century to Emma, the woman answered. "She's in a room in the emergency." The woman did not look away from the computer as she answered. Emma forced herself to nod her head. "Alright, how about the other?" Emma questioned, but the woman stared straight ahead, her eyes never leaving the computer.

"Lady," Damon said and Emma jumped hearing his voice. She turned her head to look at him, not realizing that he was beside her the whole time. She glared at him and looked away from him, turning her attention back to the copper skinned woman.

"Katie McKay," Emma said, thinking that the woman forget the other name. "M-C-K-A-Y. The 'K' is capitalized," Emma spelled her family's name and watched as the woman typed Katie's name in a slow pace and Emma breathed a long aggravated sigh.

Finally the woman received the information. "Also in a room in the emergency. You will find it. Just follow the signs." The woman did not look up from the screen and Emma just nodded her head. "Thank you," she quickly said and walked away to the emergency room.

Damon watched as Emma hurried away to find Meredith and Katie. When she was out of seeing and hearing distance, Damon looked over at the woman, narrowing his eyes at her as he examined her. She just stared at the computer screen and then she swamped her head to the side as she watched as Emma walked away behind the doors to the emergency.

"Look at me," Damon commanded his voice rough and cold, but the woman ignored him and began to stand up from her seat, but Damon placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to sit down again. The woman still hard her dark eyes glued to where Emma was once before and Damon clenched his jaw to the side. "Look at me," he commanded again, but the woman ignored him. The only movement she made was blinking her eyes when it was necessary.

Damon gripped on the chin of the woman and forced the woman to look up at him, but the woman began to fight. She tried to force his grip off of her. She brought her hands up to his arm and began to scratch at it with her nails, but Damon ignored the stinging pain, but then he felt a warm liquid trickle down his arm and he groaned.

"Why are you acting so strange?" he interrogated with his pupils becoming small and then turning back to normal, compelling the woman.

"She told me to," the woman answered, her voice saying no trace of emotion as it was said in monotone. "She told me to spy on the girl."

Damon furrowed his dark brows. "Who?" he questioned, compelling the woman once again.

The woman thought for a moment. "I do not know," she answered. "She didn't tell me her name."

Damon breathed out a long sigh. "You will turn back to normal," Damon compelled. "You will forget about the woman who talked to and you will forget that I talked to you. You will not spy on Emma and you will leave her alone," he finished and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving a confuse woman, blinking her eyes a couple of times, trying to regain the memories of her life five minutes ago, but when she thought about five minutes ago, her mind ended up blank. The woman just sat down in her chair and continued her work, thinking that if she forget, it must have been not important.


There was a strange wind and Emma turned around, seeing Damon behind her and she tilted her head to the side. She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at him. "Where did you come from?" she asked, looking around the hospital room.

"Well," Damon said. "When a mother and a father love each other very much-"

"Damon!" Emma said. "No, I mean where did you go? Just a second ago, you weren't near me at all."

"I had to go to the bathroom, woman. Jeez, wanting to know my personal business," he held his hand out and Emma rolled her eyes at him as she turned away from him. Emma looked around the emergency as she began to walk. She spotted a doctor talking to a middle aged nurse and Emma quickly ran up to the middle aged doctor as he began to walk away from the nurse he was talking to. Emma tapped him on the shoulder as he turned around to look over at Emma, giving her a small smile. "Yes?" he question.

"Hi, my name is Emma McKay. I received a phone call that my sister and mother-" Emma's voice cracked when she said the word mother and Emma had to recompose herself to finish speaking. "Adoptive mother-" she corrected, "are okay," she finished and cleared her throat.

The doctor nodded his head. His brown orbs were smiling at Emma, but his chapped lips were set in a frown. "Their names?" he asked and ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair.

"Katie McKay and Meredith Fell," Emma said and watched as the smile in the doctor's eyes vanished and was replaced with sadness and Emma swore, her heart stopped beating.

"I'm sorry to say this, but right now they are in surgery," the doctor said, his voice still strong, despite the fact he was bestowing sadness and worrisome upon Emma

"S-Surgery?" Emma repeated the last word the sandy haired doctor spoke, her voice cracking as she stuttered.

"Yes miss, we are doing the best we can. They both have concussion and they both lost a lot of blood, but..."

Emma's eyes widened from the suspense the doctor was causing in her. "But what?"

"I am afraid there is difficulties with Katie," he answered and Emma shook her head and looked her lips.

"Difficulties? What kind of difficulties?" she questioned, her voice raising a bit as she spoke and the doctor took in a deep breath, looking over at Damon, giving him a look. "Who is he?" the doctor asked. He did not want to talk about the young girl in front of a man, if the man was not involved with the family.

Before Emma could speak, Damon spoke and wrapped a single arm around Emma's waist, pulling her flesh close to his flesh and Emma clenched her jaw to the side. "Her boyfriend and close family friend," he answered and Emma looked up at him, meeting his light blue eyes, which was dancing with amusement. Emma looked back at the doctor and faked a smile.

"Is this true?" the doctor asked, looking from Damon to Emma with his light brown orbs.

Emma forced herself to nod her head. "Yes, it's true, now can you please tell us what is going on with Katie?"

The doctor nodded his head and he cleared his throat as he looked at the couple, pulling them away from other patience, so he could speak to them privately. "Katie has a rare blood type. Her blood type is AB negative, which is in one percent of the population. So far, we found no one with that match, and we've been working hard trying to find it. If we do not find the blood type, there is a great chance that she will not make it."

Emma felt pain deep in her chest, hearing that there was a great possibility that her youngest sister would not make it. She blinked back at the tears as she thought for a moment. She cleared her throat before speaking. "She cane have my blood," she said, remembering when she needed blood and she had AB negative, so it was hard to get her blood. "I have the same type. She can have as much blood as she needs."

The doctor stared at Emma, a million questions swimming in his mind as he looked at Emma. Damon began to rub soothing circles through the materials of her jeans and Emma pushed herself away from Damon as she looked at the doctor. "How do I know you have the same type?" the doctor questioned and Emma took a deep breath, her mind thinking of the night her father tried to murder her but failed.

"I-I was in an awful accident and needed some blood. They told me I had AB negative and I had to transfer to another hospital. I have it. Just tell me when you are ready for my blood. Take as much as you need."

The doctor simply nodded his head. "Alright. I recommend you go to the cafeteria now. Eat a lot of healthy food and drink water. When you're ready, come and look for me," the doctor commanded and turned on his heels and began to walk away from her and walked to his patient that was waiting for him to arrive.

When the doctor was long gone, Emma groaned and pried Damon's arm off of her. She turned around to face him, clenching her jaw to the side as she pointed her finger in his face. "Don't do that ever again," she said, her voice low and threatening Damon chuckled at Emma's act and Emma glared at him for a few more minutes before she turned around and walked past him, exiting out of the emergency doors, determined to get to the cafeteria.

"Where are you going, girlfriend?" he teased, following after her and Emma continued walking, following the signs that would lead her to the cafeteria. "To the cafeteria. Didn't you hear the doctor, boyfriend?" she questioned. "I have to eat, you know."

Damon sighed and followed after her. He examined the hospital, and then he looked over to Emma as they both turned to their right. "You sure you want to give blood?" Damon asked and Emma nodded her head. "Yeah," she said. "Of course. I would do anything for Katie."

Emma examined the blue arrows, leading her to the cafeteria. She walked through the doors of the cafeteria, as the aroma of food invaded her nostrils and she heard her stomach growl.

Emma walked through the line for food and Emma looked around. She decided on a sandwich with chips, but then she remembered what the doctor said about eating healthy, so she decided on a salad and fruit. She gripped on a bottle water from a cooler and walked to the cash register. She paid for her food and sent the elderly woman, who was working at the cash register a friendly smile as she walked to a random empty table. As she sat her food down, she realized Damon didn't get any food to eat and she frowned, noticing he got nothing. She sat down at the table as Damon picked the seat across from her.

"You didn't get food," she stated, not questioned and Damon shook his head. "Nope. Wasn't hungry."

Emma frowned and looked down at her fruit, passing it to him."Are you sure? You can have some of my fruit," she said. "It is good. Look a grape," she smiled and picked up a small purple grape and throwing it in her mouth, making Damon chuckle.

"Did you get pickles?" he questioned her and Emma raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head.

"No," she said. "Why would I get pickles when I can get delicious grapes?"

"You don't like pickles?" Damon asked, giving Emma a look and Emma thought for a moment and she shrugged her shoulders as she thought for a moment.

"They remind me too much of my mom," Emma confessed, a small smile appearing on her lips as she spoke. "She loved them and since she's gone - I just - I stopped eating them." She looked down at her salad as she brought the white plastic fork up to her lips, taking in a huge bite. Emma swallowed it down and looked up at Damon, meeting his ice blue gaze.

"Did you live here your whole life?" Emma asked, as curiosity got the best over here and Damon just simply nodded his head.

"My family was from Italy," he confessed and Emma's pink lips tugged up in a smile.

"Really? I always wanted to go to Italy."

Damon shrugged his shoulders. He'd been there a few times in his lifetime and saw nothing important about it anymore. He just saw it as another place to go to when he was bored.

"Before I was born," Damon said, "my family moved over here. I've lived here my whole life. When I was old enough, I traveled around a bit and went to different places around the world. It was entertaining."

Emma nodded her head, popping another grape in her mouth. "I would love to travel," she said. "I'm stuck here. I wouldn't want to leave my siblings behind."

"Meredith is good with them. I promise you, she will take good care of them."

Emma shrugged her shoulders. She knew that Meredith was an excellent person and she loved Meredith. It wouldn't feel the same if she packed everything and left. It didn't feel right to do.

"How old are you?' Emma asked, taking a sip of her bottled water. She waited for his answer patiently and then he answered her question.

"24," he said and Emma raised an eyebrow and took another sip of her water/

"I'm 17," she replied back and watched as Damon nodded his head, as if he already knew. "But, I will be 18 in less than a week."

"Really?" he asked and Emma took in a deep breath, nodding her head, wishing she didn't mention it anymore, but then he smiled at her and Emma shook her head.

"Nope," she said, "don't even think about it."

"Don't even think about what?" Damon questioned.

"Don't get me a present. I don't want a present and I don't need a present."

Damon just rolled his eyes. "Alright. No gift for you."

Emma smiled. "Good," she said and quickly finished the rest of her food. She took one last sip of water and stood up and walked to the trash can disposing the trashed food in the garbage. She walked back to the table she was sitting at moments ago, and sat down again, looking at Damon and gave him a small smile.

"Do you have any siblings?" she questioned and Damon nodded his head and rolled his eyes at the same time, thinking of his baby brother Saint Stefan.

"Really?" Emma asked. "How many?"

"Just one. In fact, you might know him. Stefan Salvatore," Damon said and Emma's mouth dropped open as she raised an eyebrow.

"Your brother is Stefan?" Emma asked, unsure if she heard Damon correctly, but Damon just simply nodded his head. "I didn't know he had a brother."

Damon smirked, thinking of the second time he met Elena. "He isn't one to brag."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, of course, because you are certainly something to brag about," Emma said sarcastically and Damon just simply smirked and Emma's face turned serious for a moment as she began to think.

"Do you ever smile?" Emma questioned, staring at Damon's lips. His smirk faltered and Damon nodded his head. "Yeah, I do," he said. "See." He smirked again and Emma shook her head. "That was a smirk," she pointed out, looking up at the light blue orbs of Damon.

"Well, I'm a smirker. What can I say?"

Emma rolled her eyes at Damon again. "Be a smiler," she said and smiled to add more affect.

"I will get her," Damon heard a voice whisper with his super hearing. "You know that." The whispered voice was a woman's voice. Her voice was cold and harsh, but sounded seductive at the same time. Damon realized he heard the voice before, and he recognized it as the woman who was on the phone and Damon cleared his throat, looking up at Emma and stood up.

"I think we should go back," he said to her and Emma nodded her head, standing up. "Yeah, I need to give blood away."

Damon led Emma to the exit of the cafeteria. Damon quickly scanned the cafeteria and saw no one there, except for nurses, doctors, and people who were here for loved ones. Damon frowned when he saw no one. He turned around and followed quickly after Emma, but what he didn't know, was that someone was there, watching them in secret, ready to do something horrendous and selfish Something cruel and unimaginable. A small smirk appeared on the her dark blood red lips.

Emma got out of her seat and walked to the entrance. Damon stood up as well, and looked around the cafeteria. No one was there, but secretly someone was there, and she was watching both Emma and Damon, ready to do something else. An evil smile appeared on her dark red lips.


Emma looked around the emergency room, until she found the doctor that she talked to earlier. When she found him, she walked up to him and gave him a warm smile and stared into his light brown eyes. "I'm ready to donate my blood," she said softly and the doctor looked at Emma. He nodded his head and placed his hand on Emma's back and began to look for someone to take her. "Alright. I'll get someone to do it for you."

The doctor's eyes landed on a young man wearing dark blue scrubs, walking down the emergency floor, waiting for his next task. "Andrew," the doctor called out and the young man turned his head around and finally saw who called his name. When he turned around his hazel orbs landed on Dr. Schmidt and two young patients standing beside Dr. Schmidt. The young man walked towards them and looked up at Dr. Schmidt, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes?" the young man questioned, sneaking a quick glance towards Emma and Damon caught it, already not liking this man named Andrew.

"Would you mind taking this young lady's blood today? She is donating," Dr. Schmidt explained and the man turned his head to look over at Emma, his eyes scanning her from up and down and a small smile formed on his lips as he looked at her while he said, "No. Not at all."

Dr. Schmidt nodded his head. "Alright, carry on then," he said and walked away, going to the next patient who needed him.

Emma looked away from Dr. Schmidt and to Andrew. She offered him a small smile. "Come with me. I can take you there now," he said and Emma nodded her head and followed after the light brown haired man, with Damon walking beside Emma, glaring at the man the whole walk.

"So, what brings you here for donating blood?" Andrew questioned and Damon rolled his eyes. It was obvious this Andrew guy was trying to flirt with Emma. He was doing a horrible job from the looks of it, but Emma was completely oblivious to the idea of the man flirting with her, as she answered his question. "It's for my sister. She needs blood and I have the same blood type... you get the idea," Emma said, laughing a bit and Andrew laughed as well as he nodded his head."

"That's extremely brave of you..." he paused, waiting for Emma to say her name. "Emma," she answered and Andrew turned to the left of the hospital and turned his head to look at her again.

"Well, you are a brave girl, Emma."

Emma's response was simply by nodding her head, as Andrew led her to the lab. He opened the glass door and Emma swallowed hard, feeling her hand become sweaty as she thought a needle puncturing into her skin. Andrew pointed to the blue chair that was in the far corner and Emma swallowed as she looked at it. "Just sit down over there," he said and Emma slowly forced her feet to move over to the blue chair. When she reached her destination, she hesitantly sat down on the chair, while Damon settled for leaning against the pure white painted wall, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Let me just go get everything ready and I'll be right back." Emma just forced herself to nod her head and when Andrew was out of ear reach, Emma swallowed and looked over at Damon, and waved her hands at Damon, signaling him to come closer to her.

Damon raised an eyebrow and Emma waved her hands some more and Damon rolled his eyes and pulled away from the wall and walked closer to her.

"What?" he asked.

Emma swallowed. "I'm scared," she whispered and Damon chuckled. "Oh, but Emma, you are a brave girl," he mocked and Emma sent him daggers with her green orbs. "You'll be fine," he said and leaned against the wall in front of Emma, looking down at her.

"What if he tears open a vein?" Emma questioned.

Damon shook his head. "That wouldn't happen."

"You never know."

Andrew appeared again and looked over at Damon, sending him a glare and Damon happily returned the look. Damon gave a look to Emma, making her smile as he watched Andrew ask Emma a lot of different questions, where she tried to answer them the best she could. He quickly took her temperature, and checked her blood pressure, and pulse. Everything was perfectly normal with Emma and Emma was happy to hear that.

"I also have to check your iron," Andrew said. "Can I see your finger?"

Emma looked up at him and hesitantly gave Andrew her pointer finger. "I'm going to stick this small needle in your finger to check your iron. It won't be that bad. It's just like what the diabetics use."

Emma just nodded her head and closed her eyes, allowing Jason to check her iron. Like everything else, her iron was perfectly normal.

Andrew walked away from Emma and searched for a 14g needle. He grabbed a couple of bags and walked back to Emma, where she saw the bags and her eyes literally popped out of her sockets, making Andrew laugh. "Don't worry. I'm only taking a pint. I'll also be taking four tubes as well."

Emma nodded her head and spoke. "Take as much as you need," Emma said. "Take as much as my sister needs."

Andrew just nodded his head as he walked closer to Emma as he sat the needle down on the table as well as the bags.

"Which arm do you prefer?" Andrew questioned as he placed blue elastic gloves on both of his hands.

"My right" Emma answered holding out her right arm, resting it on the arm rest. Andrew brought his hand down on her lower arm, feeling and searching for a strong vein that could be helpful to get the blood for her sister. Soon, he found it and he began to poke at it, make Emma feel a bit nauseous.

"Found one," Andrew laughed and Emma just gave a small grin as she took in a deep breath, feeling Andrew clean the area of the vein with a brownish yellowish fluid. He allowed the liquid to dry and when he finished, he picked up the needle and position himself to poke the needle in Emma's lower arm. Emma looked away and closed her eyes shut, not wanting to see him stick the huge needle inside of her flesh.

"Are you ready?" he questioned her and Emma just nodded her head. Andrew stuck the huge needle inside of Emma's think skin and Emma felt a slight pinch and she winced at it. She gasped as she felt the needle move inside of her like some snake, searching for the vein. The needle slid itself inside of her vein and Emma took deep breaths, feeling the temperature around her jump slightly as she opened her eyes and turned her head, watching as her thick blood traveled through the huge tubes and into the bag.

Her blood was the color of dark red and Emma groaned as she felt herself become weaker and weaker from the blood loss, but she was happy her sister was going to survive, because of her. It was a great feeling, so she ignored the nauseous feeling and she looked away from the blood bag as she felt Andrew wrap some tape where the needle was in her flesh, making sure it would not fall out of her arm. Emma just closed her eyes and placed herself in another place.

Damon watched as her thick red blood traveled up the thick tube. He could smell the sweetness of her blood and his taste buds yearned for her blood, but he shook his mind. He could not drink her blood, no matter how tempting it was. If he was going to try her blood, it would be on different terms, not when Emma was trying to save her sister's life.

But then the monster in him wanted to watch Emma suffer and writhe in pain. His ears wanted to hear her beg for mercy, but the humanity part of him told him no, and he tried his best to stay in control. He looked over at Andrew, who was looking down at Emma.

"I'll be right back," he said, before he walked out of the room, leaving Emma and Damon all alone. Damon walked closer to Emma, the intoxicating blood invading his nostrils. Damon could feel his face change, but he quickly blinked his eyes quickly, stopping his face from changing into a beast.

Emma looked as if she was a ghost, from the way her skin was pale. It was pale as a sheet and Damon tilted his head to the side as he watched Emma. She kept her eyes closed shut and he looked at his lips. "You okay?" Damon asked her and Emma replied by giving a faint nod. "Yes," her voice was soft and weak. "I'm fine, but after this, I want a cookie and orange juice."

Damon nodded his head. "Yes, of course."

Five minutes later, Andrew arrived back in the room, checking on the bag. The bag was only halfway full and Andrew frowned, noticing how pale Emma was. "You may not like this," he began, "but you have five more minutes and then you'll be done."

Emma shook her head. "Take two pints," she whispered. "Katie needs more. Take as much as she needs."

Andrew looked at Emma, examining her and then he shook his head. "I don't know if-"

"Please," Emma begged, cutting him off. Andrew breathed out a long sigh and then he felt himself nod his head. Five minutes later, a new bag was replaced with the old one, filled with her blood and Emma breathed out a long sigh. Her blood was taken from her for fifteen more minutes, before the second one was full. Emma's pulse was beating at a slow pace and Emma swallowed as she opened her eyes slowly, only to see the room spinning around in circles. She closed her eyes again as she felt Andrew softly remove the tape from her arm, taking it off gently. Emma swallowed as he pulled out the needle from her flesh with such care. Emma groaned, taking in slow breathes as she heard voices speak to her, but it was hard to hear them.

"Can I get you some juice?" Andrew asked and Emma tried opening her eyes again, looking up at Damon, but her eyelids suddenly began to feel heavy.

"I brought you some apple juice and a granola bar," she heard a voice spoke and she realized it was Andrew. Emma groaned as she heard Andrew's footsteps walking towards her. She felt a cold substance in her hand and she looked down at the cold bottle of apple juice in her hand. Se wrapped her hand around the green cap of the apple juice, trying to open it, but she was too weak to open it. She groaned and handed the juice over to Damon, who looked down at it with confusion.

"Please open," Emma begged him. Damon sighed and took the apple juice from her hand. He wrapped his large hand around the cap and turned the cap in one quick motion, turning it with quick speed as he ripped the cap off. He pretended to look at the expiration date and he shook his head as an idea formed in his mind. He stood up and sent a glare over to Andrew.

"This is expired," he stated and Emma pouted her lips, hearing the news. Damon walked to the garbage and through the apple juice in there and ran a hand through his hair. "Let me get you something better." Emma nodded her head as Andrew shook his head in a quick motion, folding his arms over his chest. "No," he said. "I will." He turned to look over at Emma, who was currently fighting against the darkness, threatening to close her eyes shut, as she tried to pay attention to him.

"We don't have any more apple juice," he said, "but is cranberry juice alright?"

Emma replied by simply nodding her head as she heard the footsteps of Andrew, walking back to the back door, disappearing from Emma and Damon.

A moment later, Damon looked at Emma and looked at the door Andrew walked in. "Be right back," Damon said and followed after Andrew, into the back room where Andrew walked in.

A wide huge refrigerator sat at the far corner of the room. Andrew opened the refrigerator door and searched for the cranberry juice. When he found the red liquid juice, he pulled it out of the refrigerator and stood up straight as he closed the white refrigerator door shut. When Andrew turned around, he bumped into Damon, who was smirking with his arms folded over his chest.

"You're not supposed to be behind here," Andrew said, his voice low and threatening and Damon met the hazel eyes of Andrew, tilting his head to the said. "Give me the juice and take the blood down and give it to the doctor for Emma's sister," Damon compelled, his eyes dilating as he did so.

Andrew blinked for a moment and nodded his head, placing the cold juice in the hand of Damon. He walked in the room Emma was in, picked up her two pints of blood and left the room to find Dr. Schmidt, to deliver Emma's blood for the young Katie.

Damon placed his his hand on the cap of the cranberry juice and twisted the cap open. He brought the cranberry juice bottle up to his lips and tilted it a bit, allowing the sweet nectar to travel in his mouth. He drank enough of the juice, to make sure there was enough room for his blood to combine with the juice. He removed his lips from the cranberry bottle. He brought his wrist to his lips, and allowed his face to turn for a slight moment into the monster he truly was. He bit into his wrist, allowing blood to travel from the wound he created. He brought the cranberry juice bottle to the self inflicted wound, and allowed his warm dark red blood to travel in the drink, and watched as it matched with the cranberry juice. When he knew there was enough blood to help Emma, he placed the cap back on, closing it tightly to the bottle. He shook the bottle with great force, allowing his blood to combine with the cranberry juice. When the juice and the cranberry juice, was fully mixed, he walked to the door of the room he was in, that would lead him to the area Emma was in. He opened the door, and casually walked in the room, shaking the bottle of cranberry juice and blood a bit as he did so.

Emma heard Damon's footsteps as they walked to her and Emma blinked her eyes as she watched him.

Damon looked around the room, pretending as if he did not realize till then that Andrew was gone. When he fully did his search, he looked over at Emma, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

"Where did Andrew run off to?" Damon questioned.

"He went to give the doctor my blood," Emma answered, and smiled when Damon made the bottle of cranberry juice and blood do a little dance.

"Can I have it?" Emma asked, staring at the juice that was for her. Damon nodded his head and undid the cap in a quick motion, and handed the bottle over to her. Emma smiled and wrapped her dainty little hands around the neck of the bottle and brought the bottle up to her lips, taking a huge gulp of the juice, but when she pulled the juice away from her lips, as her nose scrunched up. She looked at the bottle of the juice, making sure it was cranberry juice and then she looked up at Damon.

"It taste strange," she commented, taking in another sip and Damon furrowed his eyebrows, acting in shock.

"Really? I checked the expiration date and it's fine. Just drink up and get your energy back."

Emma simply nodded her head as she drank the copper, iron, sweet juice. The taste made her think of her angel, but she couldn't figure out why, as she continued to drink the juice.


Hi, Al. You need to come down to the hospital okay? See you soon. Emma quickly typed, sending the text message to her sister Allison.

The doctors gave Katie, Emma's sweet blood, and Katie almost improved instantly. They said that Katie and Meredith would both be alright, and that the surgery went well for the two of them. The both of them just needed the right amount of fluids, rest, and needed to be watched. Emma was thankful for how the day ended. She was thankful for Meredith and Katie ending up alright and she was thankful for Damon being there. She hated to admit it, but if Damon wasn't there for her today, she wasn't sure if she would have been able to gone through with the day. She was glad that he was there, to experience everything with her. It felt good to not experience a tragic event in her life alone.

Emma felt her phone vibrate in her hands and she sighed as she looked down at her phone, opening the text that Allison sent her. Why? What's wrong?

Emma knew that she should have wrote Allison earlier in the day, but there was so much going on, that Emma's brain skipped on Allison, and went straight to worrying about Meredith and Katie.

It's too much to explain over text. Please come. I'll meet you at the front desk. Call me when you get here.

Emma sent the message and stuffed her cellphone in her back jean's pocket. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled when she heard his voice behind her. "I told you they would be okay."

Emma turned around and nodding her head and rolled her eyes at the same time, hating how he was right how the day would end out.

"Yeah," she said, her smile becoming wider by the minute. "You did."

Emma took a deep breath, as she stared in his light blue eyes. Her breathing began to fasten a bit, as well as her heart as she looked at him. She bit down on her lips in a nervous way and began to play with her pale hands. Emma looked down at her hands and looked back up to Damon, her smile a little smaller now.

"Would you like to come with me to see them now?" she questioned and felt her cheeks flushed as Damon raised an eyebrow. "I mean you don't have to. I just figured you would, since you spent most of your evening here and it's your choice. Do whatever you like..." She was babbling now, which she usually did when she was nervous and Damon shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, why not," he said as Emma's smile got brighter from his answer. Him and she began to walk slowly down the hospital hall, walking to the room where Meredith and Katie were both moved to. Emma looked up at Damon as she cleared her throat, before speaking.

"You aren't that awful, Damon," she said honestly and Damon just smirked at her comment. "And you, Emma, aren't that bad either, but you do have an awful tendency having young male nurses check you out," he said, referring to Andrew and Emma blushed again and shook her head.

"Andrew?" she questioned and Damon nodded his head. "Yes."

Emma just laughed. "Doubtful." Was her only reply as they walked closer to Meredith's and Katie's hospital room. Emma looked up at Damon again and dabbed her tongue against her bottom lip, moistening it.

"Thank you, Damon," she breathed out and Damon's only reply was a nod, saying you're welcome. Emma looked away from him as the both of them walked down the halls of the hospital.


The red electric numbers on Emma's black alarm clock read 2:08, and Emma finally found it in her to flutter her eyes close and allow sleep to take her to a happy and safe place, away from the world she was living in now. When Allison arrived at the hospital earlier that night, she was pissed at Emma for not calling her earlier about Meredith and Katie, but Allison eventually forgave her when she heard the whole story and listened to Emma explain why she didn't. The rest of the evening was filled with laughs and happiness, as Emma realized that everything was going to be alright. But when she did feel that everything was safe and sound, her mind would race to the little thought of the woman on the phone earlier that afternoon. She tried to block it from her mind, but apparently her mind had other plans, because soon, that is what Emma was dreaming about. She was dreaming out the woman on the other side of the phone. Her dreams were of Meredith and Katie weren't really safe at all. She saw the woman who was on the other side of the phone call in her dream. Her head was bent down, but her dark eyes were looking through her long thick lashes, staring up at Emma, with a smirk on her blood red glossy lips. "This is just the beginning," the woman said.

As Emma dreamed, Damon Salvatore was bent down on the outside of Emma's bedroom window, watching Emma as she dreamed of another world. Damon was curious of what in fact Emma was dreaming of, considering she was rolling around in her sleep, but then, she stopped moving. She stayed still and it looked as if she was then dreaming of something good and not something that was awful and would bring nightmares to her. Damon tilted his head to the side as Emma's chest rose up and down in a slow manner, because of her breathing. Her dark chestnut hair fanned out around her, as she tilted her head to the side, her face facing towards the window Damon was studying from. Her light pink lips were slightly parted as she took in the oxygen that was around her.

Damon began to question if he should come inside of her room, but then he made the decision. He lifted at the end of her window, thankful that Emma kept her window unlocked. Her pushed it open and crawled in carefully. When he was fully in her room, he studied her some more, along with her room color. He liked the light violet color that was painted on her walls. The color did fit Emma and it made the room look brighter. Damon could only imagine how the room would look before it was remodeled. It was probably a room painted all white with bunch of boxes of items not needed anymore, but lovey Meredith Fell, could not find it in her to give the items away.

Damon looked away from the walls in the room and looked back over to Emma again, as he slowly walked over to her. When he reached her bed, he tilted his head to the side and watched as her eyes moved back and forth under her eyelids as she dreamed. He wondered what she was dreaming of, but then her eyes stopped moving from under her eyelids and her dream came to an end as Damon bent down towards her and brought his hand up to her cheek. He caressed her hand slowly up and down as his blue orbs stared down at her. He pulled his hand away and Emma began to stir in her bed. He gave one last look, before he walked to the window and vanished into the darkness of the night.


The light ivory skin toned woman, with the dark reddish brown wavy hair. and dark brown orbs staring straight ahead, walked into the hospital room that Meredith and Katie were asleep in, gaining their strength as they slept. The woman watched, but her gaze slowly turned over to the young dark haired girl, asleep. She was one of them and the younger sister of Emma. The woman sent glare towards the young girl as she began to walk deeper in the room. If someone was visible to the sight, the sound of her silhouettes as she walked, would make someone have a headache. She woman walked in a seductive way, wearing a dark red tank top, that was cut in a V neck, allowing the line between her plumped breast visible. Black skinny jeans hugged to every curve of her legs and her expensive silhouettes had rhinestones all around them. Her makeup was dark, but it wasn't too dark where it was unattractive and too much. The woman made it look almost elegant and sexy. Her nails were painted into a pitch black, as she rested her hand on her hip as she walked.

She walked to the woman with the tan skin and beautiful dark chocolate strands of hair. The woman stopped walking as she reached the edge of the hospital bed. She tilted her head, studying the woman who was now taking care of Emma and her siblings. The woman smirked at how young the woman looked, remembering the woman's name was Meredith as she raised her hand and placed it on Meredith's smooth forehead. The woman's veins began to burn as the power in her rushed through her and danced through her evil veins. The woman's dark eyes were replaced with a fire burning in them, a fire showing pure hatred for Meredith, whom she did not know. The woman stared at Meredith, as she squeezed her nails into the the flesh of her forehead.

The woman could feel Meredith's pulse slow down, as she sent death towards Meredith, making sure that she suffered a great way. Meredith opened her brown orbs meeting a pair of brown orbs that had a fire lit in them. Meredith gasped as she felt the air in her become thinner and thinner by the minute as she made choking noises. Meredith tried to bring her hand up to push the woman doing this to her away, but the strength that Meredith used to have was now gone, as the woman pushed her nails even further in Meredith's flesh. Meredith winced from the pain, as she felt a warm substance trickle slowly down her face and Meredith realized it was her own blood, before death came to take her, making the machine that was monitoring Meredith's pulse, intake of oxygen, and saying whether she was still alive or not, began to beep loudly. The woman pulled her long black nails out of Meredith's forehead, happy to see the blood trickling down her face.

The woman smirked and turned her head rapidly, looking over at the little helpless pale girl, lying on the hospital bed. The woman tilted her head to the side as she watched. The young girl's pale face still shined, showing life and youth through her face. Multiple IV's were sticking inside of the girl, giving her fluids and blood. The woman rolled her eyes, knowing the name of the young girl, but finding it pointless to even think of her name. She was just another one of them that needed to be destroyed.

The little girl stirred in the hospital bed as the woman walked closer to the bed. When she reached her destination, she raised her hand, preparing herself to place it on the girl's small forehead, but before she could place it on the girl's forehead, the girl's light brown eyes shot open and the woman glared into the light pure brown orbs of the girl. The girl's eyes landed on the woman's eyes and the girl shook her head, knowing what the woman had in mind. "Please," the young girl pleaded. "Don't."

The woman ignored the girl as she looked around, knowing that even her powers weren't strong enough against the young girl, but then she saw the blue pillow that was under the girl's head and another idea formed in her head, as she pulled the pillow with fast speed from the girl's head, allowing her head to plump down on the hospital bed. The young girl began to feel warm tears travel down her eyes and cheeks as she shook her head. "No," she said. "Please-"

The girl's voice was muffled from the pillow that was plastered on the girl's face, along with her screams, as she felt the oxygen in her, slowly leaving as she exhaled the last air that she had. The girl raised her hands, trying to scratch at the woman doing this to her, but the young girl was not as strong as the woman doing this to her was, and the young girl kicked her legs, kicking the blankets off of her, as the darkness began to pull on her, wanting to take her away.

The young girl's heart began to beat repeatedly against the girl's chest frantically, trying to send blood around the girl's body, for the lack of oxygen would kill the young girl. The young girl's chest burned from not breathing in precious oxygen. Soon, the girl's heart pumped its last before it stopped and the life that the young girl once lived was taken away from her, from one simple act of cruelness that the woman accomplished.

As the monitor of the young girl's began to beat, the woman pulled the pillow off of the girl's face, placing it behind the girl's pillow once again. She couldn't have anyone suspecting anything now could she? The woman smirked as the young girl had her eyes close. She would be in a long sleep, away from the world, away forever.

The woman heard footsteps as she realized her work here was finished. She turned on her heels, walking towards the exit of the hospital room. A huge smirk appeared on her dark red lips, as she heard a male doctor say, "Time of death for the both of them, 2:08."

Far From An Angel