I am SO Sorry this came out later than intended! I had half of it written and then my dog came in for cuddles and hit the power button! Erasing EVERYTHING! This chapter was difficult enough as is and then I finally got it to how I wanted it and POOF! I think I sat their clutching my knees and rocking back and forth for a solid day.

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"You know Elijah; I'm quite the history buff myself. Care to exchange notes?" Damon gestured towards the private office.

"Yes that sounds fantastic. Carol, it was lovely seeing you again." Elijah then turned to me and gave me a sweet kiss, before squeezing me hand. Before leaving Damon turned to me.

"Don't fret Ames, we won't be too long." He smirked. That idiot better not do something stupid.

I jumped when I heard someone clear their throat to catch my attention.

"Oh, Mrs. Lockwood! Uh…" I was slightly flustered. She shook her head and laughed, waving me off before patting me on the shoulder.

"Oh, Amelia, I was young once too. Elijah is a smart man. And very good looking," she whispered slightly before giving me another smile and walking off." I couldn't help but to just stand rooted in my spot. My cheeks felt warm. So awkward… I let out a breath and noticed Alaric looking in my general direction.

"Hey, Alari- Oh!" My hand shot out to the pair of shoulder ahead of me; my eyes looked down to my ridiculous shoes as I tried to steady myself. I clearly need to invest in more flats. "I am so sor- John?"

"Amelia. It's been a while." I quickly composed myself and crossed my arm over my cheat.

"For good reason. When did you come to town?" John sighed before answering.

"Another reason why Jenna is an unfit guardian… I came in a couple days ago. You would know that if you spent more time around the house and not out with your vampire boyfriend."

I opened my mouth to interject but he immediately cut me off. "I'm aware that trying to persuade Elena to change her preference in boyfriend's is a lost cause. But come on Amelia, I didn't expect this from you. And with an Original no less. Though I am quite curious Amelia, do you love him?" My eyes widened slightly at this unexpected question. The truth is, I don't know. I've only known him for a few weeks. Is it possible to even love someone after t a short amount of time? My brain hurts. Avoiding the question, I just scoffed.

"Oh lay off the overbearing parent act John. You may be Elena's father. But you're not mine." I made sure to walk right into his shoulder as I walk passed, "It was a blast catching up John." I muttered sarcastically. I made it only a few feet before he called out,

"You can't trust them." I froze, my back stayed to him. "And I'm not talking about your Original." He came up close behind me. "They'll do anything it takes to make sure he's dead Amelia. Your little crush doesn't matter to them. If I were you, I'd practice my farewells."

…

"What can I do for you Damon?"

"I was hoping we could have a word" Damon replied as turning to face Elijah.

"Where's Elena?" Elijah asked as his fingers casually ran over the back of the leather couch.

"Safe with Stefan, they're laying low. You know, bit of a werewolf problem."

"Oh yeah, I've heard about that," Elijah was unfazed by Damon's sarcasm.

"Sure you did since it was you witch who saved the day."

"You are welcome."

"Which adds to my confusion exactly, why you're here?" Damon pondered while he leaned against a desk.

"Why don't you just stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me." Elijah turned to leave, but Damon quickly blocked him.

"The rest? Like Amelia? I don't think so." Elijah stiffened. He grabbed Damon by the neck and pinned him to the fare wall. Damon's hand reaches out and curled around Elijah's; who didn't flinch. Damon's eyes widen in pure shook at Elijah's strength as he easily pries Damon's hand off. Damon groaned in protest.

"Young vampire's; so arrogant. How dare you walk in here and challenge me."

"You can kill be man, it's not part of the deal." Damon reminded as Elijah's grip tightened.

"You know, I have heard of you Damon Salvatore. You're infamous for the pile of conquests you leave laying around. It's interesting; Katerina left quite a mark on you and your brother, yet here you are toying with the Gilbert sisters."

"Screw you man," Damon groaned.

"Silence." Elijah reaches behind him for the pencil and plunges in Damon's neck. Damon groans in pain as he was shoved into the desk where a pool of blood quickly formed below him.

"I'm an Original. Show a little respect." Damon snatches a handkerchief Elijah previously held; he attempted to clean up his wound. "The moment you've ceased to be of used to be, you're dead. So, you should do what I say. Amelia is under my protection. Keep Elena safe." And with that Eliah left the room leaving a frustrated Salvatore.

…

Out. I just need out of this place. Away from these people.

I moved as quickly as possible in my heels, eventually making it out to the porch to a secluded area. I tried to hold in a sob as I flung myself to the banister; my nails dug into the polished wood.

He was right. John was right.

Everything that has happened in the past year has revolved around Elena's safety. They believed Elijah was a huge threat to that. And it wouldn't even matter if I came clean about what's been happening over the couple of weeks between us. They will protect Elena. At all costs. Even mine.

"Amelia," I flinched slightly when a pair of hands placed themselves on my shoulders. I felt like my breath was caught in my throat. My chest was tightening and my eyes started to burn from holding back my tears. I spun myself and buried my head into Elijah chest while clinging to his shirt. He started to run his fingers through my hair; something he has leaned that relaxes me.

"You can't trust them Elijah. They will do and say anything. They will kill anyone who is a threat to Elena. Don't believe anything they tell you; no more deals."

John asked if I loved Elijah. And I knew the answer deep down. But I'm scared. I know once I admit it, there's no coming back from it. This will make letting him go that much more difficult.

…

After a long afternoon of Elijah speaking words of reassurance, he drove me home. I threw my long discarded heels into the corner of the room and started to pull the bobby pins out of my hair.

Elijah refused to tell me about what happened in the study. And knowing Damon, he must have said something stupid. As of now he's the only one in our group to know of my relationship with Elijah for certain. Which is why a talk in order.

I pulled off the dress and slipped on a simple light blue and grey baseball tee, a pair of black frayed jeans, and my black leather biker boots. My hair was still messy and now wavy from being up all day; I tossed it up in a messy pony tail, grabbed my keys and headed towards the Salvatore plantation.

…

After about a minute of knocking with no avail, I pulled up the spare key I had and cautiously stepped inside. The door is never locked. The house was quiet.

"Welcome to the party." I glared. Jules.

…

"Get the fuck off me you psychotic mutt!" I screamed as a shaggy haired wolf boy tied my arms to a chair. "Damon? What the hell is going on? What did they do to Alaric! I fucking swear once I get out of here…" Damon let out a groan as he tried to crane his head to look over at me without letting the wooden spikes from the collar puncture him. Alaric looked dead.

"Ames, everything going to be fine," yeah that's reassuring.

While he was trying to tie up one of my legs, the other broke free. I pulled my leg back and kick him in the face. His growl almost covered the sound of the definitive crack of his broken nose. His eyes flashed, but before he could make it to me Jules held him back,

"Not yet." He growled again. My head whipped to the side when the back of his hand made contact with my cheek before tying down my other leg. My eyes stung from the pain. That's going to bruise.

"Jules, let her go!" Damon growled. She simply ignores his requests but advances toward us.

"So I hear you have the moon stone," Oh for fuck sake, this moon stone shit again? It's a fucking rock!

"Oh if only you knew the irony of this moment right now. Let me tell you how this is going to go. You're going to torture me; I don't talk. Someone loses a heart. Last time it was your boy Mason," Damon look pleased with his retort only to freeze when Jules grabs onto the back of my chair pulling me directly in front of Damon.

"Well maybe this time, it will be her."

…

Pain. All I felt was plain throughout my whole body. I honestly believed I would have preferred the gun shot from last time than this. I've been hit. Sliced open. Gabbed at with a hot poker. Clearly, kicking his guy in the face was a big mistake. Cause he's looks to be having way too much fun.

Damon was shaking. He also looked paler, if even possible. He looked as if he was going to break, but after all I've just gone through, he better keep his mouth shut.

"Where's the moon stone?"

Jules held the hot poker close to my neck. I could feel the heat radiating off of it.

"Looking for this?" Oh thank God. I let out a soft sigh at the sight of Elijah casually leaning against a pillar. I noticed his composer falter slightly at the sight of me, but he quickly masked it. "Go ahead; take it." And he waited.

It wasn't long before one of the wolves speed up to grab the stone. But Elijah was faster. In less than two second three hearts were pulled. Jules snuck out as Elijah cornered the last wolf. "What about you sweetheart?" He turned to Damon, "Where's the girl?" Damon just shrugged, "Doesn't matter," and with one quick elbow to the head, the wolf's neck broke. Elijah quickly broke the chains off of Damon before untying my rope. He caught me when I fell into his arm. Damon stayed in his seat.

"What took you so long?" I grumbled. Elijah laughs lightly before biting into his wrist and putting it to my mouth.

"You must drink, my love." I whined in protest, but he ignores me. "Now is not the time to be difficult, darling." I sighed slightly before placing his wrist to my lips. I furrowed my brows in surprise. It was warm. Not as salty as I would have believed, but slightly sweet. I felt a slight shiver from Elijah against my back as he continued to run his fingers through my hair. He let out a warm breath near my ear. My grip on his wrist tightened in excitement.

But of course the sound of Damon clearing his throat brought me back to reality and I pulled Elijah's wrist from my mouth. Elijah whipped a small spot of blood from the corner of my mouth before placing a sweet kiss to my lips.

"Well as long as I'm not interrupting," Damon grumbled. Elijah pulled away from me and sighed before turning to Damon.

"You realize this is the third time I've saved your life now." Damon stayed silent. "Come now, you need to rest," Elijah pulled me up. Damon stood and stopped us from leaving.

"No. She stays"

Elijah stops only to look his shoulder.

"You are no longer her keeper Damon. Remember your place."

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