Hey there guys! The moment you have all been waiting for is here. Today, we meet Elijah, and we find out a lot of information about Alex and how she is connected to the Originals/sacrifice. Tell me what you think and your reactions when you read it!
Also, I got this question a little bit ago and forgot to answer it. Who do I picture as Alex's mom? I can't believe I forgot to tell you guys haha. I see Lauren as Jennifer Garner, but with blonde hair. I hope that satisfies you guys!
Hope you enjoy!
Season 2 Episode 14 Crying Wolf
"I don't even have anything to wear to this thing."
I was currently shuffling through my closet, trying to find something suitable to wear to this historical society thing that Damon was taking me to. I hadn't even planned on going until he came over that morning and told me Elijah was going to be there. I tried not to let it show how much that peaked my interest. I needed answers, and Elijah had those answers.
"Something nice but not too nice." Damon said, currently laying on my bed and looking through my sketches. "Anyone ever tell you that you're good at this art thing?"
"Ha Ha." I muttered, pulling out a shirt and then shoving it back in. "I've been inspired lately."
"I can see that." He said, turning the sketch around for me to see. It was a sketch of a shirtless Damon. I had memorized his body, deciding to draw it once I had some free time. I blushed at the sketch.
"Maybe you inspired me a little." I said with a shrug, hiding behind my hair. I heard Damon chuckle.
"Does this mean I'm your muse?" He asked. I bit my bottom lip before I grinned at him. "Well, Miss Gilbert I'm flattered."
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my closet. Things with Damon had been good lately, and I wouldn't lie and say that he hadn't done a good job of getting my creative juices flowing. The way that my heart picked up speed and the warm feeling that washed over me when he was near… it just did something to my creativity. So, yeah, I guess Damon was my muse.
"Please help me." I begged, turning back to him and away from my closet. Damon was much better at style then I was. He sighed, putting down the sketch pad and walking over to my closet. He started to rifle through it. "How were things with Jace last night?"
"Are you asking if I killed him?" Damon countered his eyebrows shooting up. I licked my lips nervously. "Because I didn't."
"Good." I replied. "Do you know where he went for the day?"
"I'm not his babysitter." Damon replied looking back to me sharply. "I don't even think the kid left his room. Just locked himself inside."
I nodded. Jace had practically disappeared, no word or anything. He would now have to integrate himself back into a routine, maybe pick up some friends. Truth be told, I would rather him stay locked up, then I would know he wasn't plotting with Klaus or something. I was still on guard and I knew Damon already didn't trust him.
"Here." Damon said, handing me a dress that I forgot I had. Actually it was my moms, but I had a ceremony to go to freshman year and never gave it back. I took the black ensemble and walked down the hall. I stripped, putting the dress on and noticing how it clung to my body. As sad as this is, I was even straighter when I was a freshman, so now the dress hugged my tiny curves and gave me a little shape. It looked nice.
"Can you zip me up?" I asked Damon when I returned to my bedroom. I turned my back to him and waited for the sound of my zipper going up. Instead I was met with his fingers trailing over the exposed skin. He had never seen much skin on me, at least not to my knowledge. He must have been taking the opportunity.
Instead of closing the dress, he pushed it aside a little, exposing my shoulder. He leaned down, his breath hitting my flesh and making goosebumps rise. He kissed my shoulder and I closed my eyes. He continued up my neck and across to my other shoulder. I swallowed hard, trying to get myself to focus.
"W-we can't do t-this now." I stuttered. He didn't stop though and I was finding it harder to concentrate. "We have t-to go."
Damon groaned against my skin before he pulled back and zipped my dress. I turned back around and saw that he was looking me over. I swallowed hard, waiting for him to say something. After his eyes followed my body he stared at me.
"You my dear…" He said, reaching for my hands. "Are the most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on."
A smile slowly crept onto my face and I bit my lip. I stepped toward him and threw my arms around his neck.
"You are so charming Mr. Salvatore." I said. He chuckled, putting his hands on my hips.
"Not only that but extremely handsome, sexy, a major stud…" He added. I grinned before pulling him down to my level and placed a kiss to his lips. He seemed to also smile into the kiss, his hands squeezing my hips the tiniest bit. I didn't realize we were walking backward until my knees hit the bed and we fell over. All the while his lips never left mine and they moved against me, trying to fight for dominance. He would most likely win in the end, but I was putting up a good fight.
"You know…" He whispered in my ear when he pulled back. "I'm not just good at zipping up dresses..."
I shivered at what he was implying and let him kiss along my exposed collar bone. I wanted nothing more than to let this continue, see where I stopped him if I did. But I knew that we had to leave and although my body told me different, I needed to stop or we would never make it.
"Alright Casanova." I said breathlessly. "We're going to be late."
"They won't miss us." Damon mumbled against my neck. I bit my bottom lip and forced back a moan. What were a few minutes? No… no I needed answers.
"Damon…" I said, pulling his face up so our eyes could meet. His were glazed over with lust and that made it all the harder to stop. "We have to go."
He groaned in irritancy before he rolled off me and stood up. He then pulled me up and I straightened out my dress. He did the same to his jacket and then ran a hand through his hair.
"You're no fun." Damon muttered. I rolled my eyes before I straightened out his tie. It then occurred to me how much we resembled a couple. We had been together officially for about a month, and the initial awkwardness was over. I was now so comfortable with him. He was like my best friend.
We went out to his car, driving to the Lockwoods. When we arrived there was a guy stationed to open car doors for the passengers. He was about to open mine, but Damon sped over and waved him off. Damon then opened my door for me with a smirk. I bit my lip and took his hand when he offered it.
"Such a gentleman." I whispered. He chuckled and tucked my hand into his arm. We started to walk up the front steps but the anxiety set in the closer we got to the front door. I eventually stopped, causing Damon to turn around to me confused.
"What's wrong?" He asked me, eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with worry.
"Nothing… just…" I said, trying to even my breathing. "Nervous… is all."
Damon stepped down to be at my level, putting both of his hands on either of my shoulders. He stared me straight in the eye and licked his lips.
"I will not let anything happen to you." He vowed. I knew he was right. Damon would protect me. But this Elijah character… he was scary and I haven't even met him. Obviously, he couldn't die because Damon and tried that and failed. He was strong, and I knew that I could not even compare to that strength. I wanted answers, but I was afraid that I wouldn't get them. Elijah owed me nothing, and I had nothing to bargain with.
"Ok." I said with a nod. Damon searched my face for a few seconds and I forced a smile. He took my hand again and we walked inside the house. The house was already filled with people, just like it usually was. Carol was always up for a shindig. I could feel my hand start to sweat as both Damon and I looked for Elijah. I didn't know what he looked like, but I looked nonetheless. Damon squeezed my hand lightly, showing me a sign of reassurance.
I didn't find Elijah, but I did find Andie Star, the woman who had hit on Damon the night before. She was watching us, chatting with Jenna and looking me over. I felt suddenly self-conscious and possessive at the same time. I tucked myself closer to Damon's side, showing the news lady that Damon was mine. She narrowed her eyes a bit before looking away.
"Jealous again?" Damon whispered to me. I looked up at him before I swatted him playfully. "Don't worry… you are much prettier."
I blushed at the statement and let him kiss my temple. My smile faded when Damon stopped however. I looked back up at him and saw he was staring off in the distance. I followed his gaze to where Carol Lockwood stood talking to a man. He was young, early 20's maybe. But then I remembered that he was one of the Original vampires. He had to be much older.
"You ready?" Damon asked me suddenly. I waited a minute before I nodded. Damon held my hand tight, walking casually over to Carol and Elijah.
"Damon." Carol said in a polite voice. It didn't go unnoticed that she seemed much happier to see him then I would like. Apparently, she hadn't gotten over her little crush on my boyfriend.
"Carol." Damon smiled at her before looking at Elijah. Both men had a stare down, Elijah not once looking at me. I was also kind of hiding behind Damon too so it may have been hard to see me.
"Elijah, I want you to meet Damon Salvatore." Carol said. Damon held out his free hand and shook Elijah's hand.
"Such a pleasure to meet you." Damon said. Elijah smiled.
"The pleasure is all mine." Elijah replied. I could feel the tension between the two, but Elijah did a better job hiding it than Damon. Carol was seemingly oblivious.
"And this is Alexandra Gilbert." Carol said pointing to me. "She's a founding family member as well."
Elijah's eyes then flickered to me and in an instant I felt something wash over me. It wasn't fear or anxiety like I had been expecting. No… it was recognition. I had never seen or met Elijah before, but there was something about him that made me feel like I knew him. It was like we had met before in a past life or something. Like a memory, and yet I didn't remember.
"It's nice to meet you." I said, holding out my hand politely. I could feel Damon burning holes into my hand, as if he wanted me to retract it. But I didn't. I let Elijah take my hand and held back a wince when he kissed it.
"It's nice to finally meet you Miss Gilbert." He said. I swallowed a bit, noticing how much emphasis he put on the word finally. It was as if he had been waiting for me, and if I was involved in this curse I bet that he was. However I was needed, he would probably need me alive just like he needed Elena. I just didn't know how he needed me.
"Well, I'm sorry to leave you, but I have to see a man about some champagne." Carol said, leaving Damon, Elijah and I alone. We stood there for a long time, no one speaking. Elijah was watching me, studying me in a way. I shifted uncomfortably under his dark gaze.
"I assume that you came here to speak with me." Elijah said to Damon. Damon nodded. "Well then. Let's go somewhere private."
Damon agreed and they started walking. I began to follow but Damon stopped me, shooting me a warning glance. I stopped where I was and watched as the two men walked into an empty room, closing the door behind them. I swallowed hard, my anxiety peaking. I stood there for a while, watching the door with anticipation.
"Your dads a dick."
It was Alaric's voice. He stood next to me with a glass of liquor in his hand. I didn't look away from the door, afraid of what I would miss if I looked away.
"I know." I replied. "What did he do this time?"
"Told me to stay away from Jenna." Alaric said. "Also he wants his ring back."
I scoffed. John had a lot of nerve demanding things around here. I hadn't seen him, but I assumed that he was around, lurking in the shadows. Alaric and I waited in silence, until the door opened. Elijah emerged, not even giving me a glace. However, Damon did not come out of the room. I felt my stomach drop and I rushed through the crowd to the room.
"Damon!" I yelled when I found him leaned over a desk, clutching at his neck. There was blood everywhere, and a bloodied pencil proved to be the weapon Elijah used. "What happened?"
"What does it look like?" Damon spat. "He stabbed me."
"Why?" I asked. Alaric had entered the room now, coming over to us.
"I provoked him." Damon replied. "He's too strong."
While Alaric assessed the damage, I knew that my time was running out. While Damon was busy, I turned and walked out of the room. Elijah was nowhere in sight. He was not among the crowd on the main floor, so I made my way up the stairs. There were only a few people upstairs, so I started checking each room. I came up empty until I opened the last door.
"Looking for me?" He asked, back to me. I licked my suddenly dry lips before I entered the room. I closed the door behind me, eyes never leaving his body. "Hello Alexandra."
"Why did you stab Damon?" I asked him, keeping my distance. He chuckled, a glass of champagne in his hand.
"Your male friend is quite self-assured." Elijah said and then turned around. "But he's not as strong as I."
He started walking toward me and I felt my heart race the closer he got to me. I swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving mine, cold and calculating like a predator.
"I have no intentions of hurting you." Elijah said. "I assume that you want to talk."
I nodded. He sipped from his glass before taking a seat on the couch in the room. I didn't sit, preferring to stand. I would have a better chance of escape the closer to the door I was.
"Ask away." Elijah prompted. I had rehearsed this, what I would ask of him. But all of a sudden my mind was blank. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. He didn't want me dead yet. He wouldn't kill me.
"How am I connected to the curse?" I asked. His eyebrows furrowed. "We have inside information that connects me to the sun and moon curse."
"Who said that?" Elijah asked. "Katerina?"
I tensed at the name. Of course he knew Katherine. He's been around so long, he probably knew her when Klaus first tried to break the curse.
"How am I connected?" I asked again. Elijah chuckled, standing up from his seat. He took several dangerous steps toward me. He stopped when he was right in front of me, close enough that he could snap my neck.
"You are stubborn." Elijah said fondly then he turned serious. "You are not part of the curse Alexandra."
I furrowed my brows, watching him walk toward the door. He put his hand on the handle but didn't turn it. He turned to look at me again, his expression unreadable.
"But Katherine said Klaus is looking for me." I said. Elijah sighed.
"She's not wrong." Elijah replied. "But you are asking the wrong questions."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You shouldn't be asking how you are connected to the curse." Elijah said grimly. "You should be asking how you are connected to Klaus."
I stood there dumbfounded, watching him turn the handle of the door and opening it. It took me a second to process his words, and when I did I raced toward the door. However, once I was out in the hallway, I found that Elijah was gone. I looked all around but he had disappeared. I swallowed, my lips suddenly dry and my world spinning.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Damon asked once we were back at the boarding house. He hadn't been happy that I ran off with Elijah, but I needed answers.
"I was thinking he would tell me what the hell is going on." I replied. Jace was seated across from me, watching as Damon angrily poured himself a drink. "I had to talk to him Damon."
"Did you forget that he stabbed me in the neck?" Damon asked me angrily. "He could have killed you."
"He has no intention of hurting me." I said, repeating his words. "Besides… he didn't kill me."
"What did he say?" Jace asked. Damon knocked his drink back before pouring himself another. I sighed and turned back to Jace.
"That I'm not part of the curse." I replied. "But I'm connected to Klaus somehow."
"He didn't say how?" Jace asked. I shook my head. "That sucks."
Damon scoffed before he drank his second drink. I sighed from my seat and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Damon asked after he swallowed.
"I don't want to argue with you." I said heading toward the door. "What's done is done."
I then walked out the door and I was a bit surprised that he allowed it. I was halfway down the walkway when I heard the door open again. I didn't turn around because frankly, I wasn't in the mood. Even that little bit of information was better than nothing. I had learned something from Elijah, and all Damon could do was get angry at me.
"Alex, wait!" It wasn't Damon's voice, so I stopped and turned around. Jace was jogging up toward me. I debated on walking again, but voted against it. "Where are ya' going?"
"Home." I replied, turning on my heel. But Jace had other plans. He caught my arm and stopped me. I looked down at his hand, silently telling him to let go of me.
"What if I told you there was someone with more information?" He asked. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His expression held no sign of mischief or anything that made a red flag go off. But then again, he was a good actor before.
"Ok, I'll bite." I said. "Who?"
"Katherine." Jace replied. I said nothing, just narrowed my eyes and started walking again. Jace ran out in front of me, blocking my path. "She's the one that brought up this stuff in the first place."
"I'm not going anywhere near that psychotic bitch." I told him in a low and calculating voice. Sure, Katherine may know stuff but there was no telling what she would say. She could lie, sending me on a wild goose chase.
"You will be completely safe." Jace said. "She's stuck in the tomb. It's worth a shot."
"How do I know you aren't still in cahoots with her?" I asked. Jace started to snicker. "What?"
"Cahoots…" He said with a chuckle. I huffed and threw my arms up in exasperation. I started to walk around him but he caught me yet again. "I'm sorry."
"I don't have time for this." I said, but his grip held firm. "I want to trust you… but you have to understand it's hard."
"I know… but listen…" Jace pleaded with me. "I want to help because whether you want to admit it or not we are friends. You are my only friend here… I won't betray you again."
I searched his face, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes. I wanted to believe him, I wanted so bad to fix what has been done, but that couldn't just be patched up. It needed time and tender love and care. But maybe… maybe this was a start.
"Ok…" I said. "Let's go see your crazy ex."
Jace grinned at me, releasing his hold on my arm and led me to his truck.
We arrived at old Fell's church within a short amount of time. Jace looked completely relaxed, but me on the other hand… I had torn through all my nails and was currently twirling my hair. I knew Katherine couldn't get me physically, but she was manipulative and mean. She could hurt you just as well with words. I wasn't even sure what to ask. Besides, there was no guarantee that she would answer me anyway.
"How am I going to get her to answer me?" I asked Jace. "We have nothing to offer her."
"I've got that covered." He hopped out of the truck then. I followed and watched him walk to the back. "I picked these up while you were out."
He tossed me a backpack. I looked up at him confused and he urged me to open it. I did so and found several blood bags from the Mystic Falls blood bank inside. I zipped it up quick, not liking the sight of it.
"She's starving." Jace said. "She will tell you anything you want for those."
I nodded and shouldered the book bag. I was about to head down the steps when I noticed Jace wasn't following.
"Aren't you coming?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Katherine and I aren't on really good terms." He explained. "She's more likely to talk to you alone."
"But what if she gets out or something?" I asked anxiously. Jace gave me a reassuring smile. He grabbed something else from the back of the truck. He handed it to me and I recognized it as a stake gun.
"She won't." Jace replied. "You will be fine. I'll be right out here."
I nodded, swallowing hard before I made my way down the steps. I got such an eerie feeling since the last time I had been here, we were trying to get Katherine out. I remember Damon's face when he realized she wasn't in there, she never was. It broke my heart just thinking about it.
"Katherine?" I called when I reached the door. I didn't see her anywhere. "Katherine? Hey… I need to talk to you."
I waited there for a while, a good five minutes before I heard her feet scraping the floor. I braced myself, taking a deep breath to make sure that I was calm when she got here. I couldn't show her weakness. She would feed right off of that.
I finally saw her then, and man did she look awful. Her skin was slightly gray, her hair in tangles, her dress was covered in dust. She was weak and it showed, considering she was leaning against the wall as she walked and she could barely pick her feet up.
"I was wondering when you would show up." Katherine said, voice hoarse. "Figured it was just a matter of time."
"I have some questions for you." I told her. She chuckled.
"And what's in it for me?" She asked. I took off the backpack, grabbing a blood bag and tossing it in. Even with weakened reflexes she still caught the bag with ease. I looked away and she tore into the bag, drinking it like a rabid animal.
"I want to know why I'm connected to Klaus." I said once she finished. She was currently licking her fingers. "And don't say it's the curse because I know that's not it."
"You are the smart one." Katherine mused. She looked immensely better now. "Truth be told, I'm not sure of all the details."
I huffed. At first I figured she was lying, but as I looked over her face, I found that not to be true.
"Ok… what do you know?" I asked. She shrugged. I rolled my eyes and tossed her another bag, which she drank just like the first.
"You aren't human." Katherine said after she swallowed. I furrowed my brows.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. She licked her lips.
"You're not human." She repeated. "Well, not technically. Haven't you ever wondered why you forgave Elena so quickly?"
"Maybe I'm just a good person." I shrugged. Katherine scoffed.
"No, you know it's something more than that." She said. "You had every right to hate her, and yet you forgave her just like that."
I said nothing, just stood there with my arms crossed over my chest. I hadn't really noticed it, but Katherine was right. I had no reason to accept Elena's apology or anyone's for that matter. But I did, without barely a question.
"And that feeling you get whenever she's in danger…" Katherine continued. "That tug that makes you run out in front of her…"
I met her gaze. A wicked grin grew on her face.
"It's instinct." She said. I furrowed my brows once again.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." I said. She said nothing more so I threw her another blood bag. "What do you mean its instinct?"
"You're bonded." Katherine said, choosing to sip on the blood bag like a straw this time. I shook my head.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked. None of this was making sense to me. Katherine huffed, rolling her eyes as if the answer was obvious.
"You are her guardian." She told me. "The doppelgänger guardian."
I felt my stomach fall and my hands start to sweat. A guardian? What was that? Also, what did she mean when she said we were bonded? Was that why I felt so obligated to protect her? It made sense.
"What's a guardian?" I asked. Katherine swallowed a mouthful of blood.
"The protector of the doppelganger." She replied. "Don't ask me how that's possible because I don't know."
"So… I'm supposed to protect Elena?" I asked. Katherine once again rolled her eyes. I knew that the answer was obvious, I just couldn't wrap my head around it. I thought I was human, now I was learning that I was more than human.
"Something that special needs to be protected." Katherine shrugged. I was just starting to process her words. If I was supposed to be the guardian of the doppelganger… that made sense as to why Klaus would be looking for me. I could get in the way. But that didn't explain how I was connected to him.
"So you had one." I continued. "A guardian."
She paused for a second before her eyes met mind.
"Yeah." Katherine said, looking me over critically. "Looked just like you."
"What?" I asked.
"I guess just like how I look like Elena…" She explained. "You look like Maria."
"That was her name?" I asked. "Maria?"
She nodded.
"I didn't know her long." She replied. "I met her in England after my banishment. But the friendship was instant. It was like we were made for one another."
I swallowed. That sounded like Elena and I. It was like the friendship was so quick to form. I didn't quite understand it myself, until now.
"What happened to her?" I asked. Katherine's face went still. For a second I thought I saw remorse, but she quickly covered it up with her mean girl façade.
"She died." Katherine answered. "Saving me."
I swallowed hard.
"But that's how it always goes." She continued. "The guardian always dies protecting the doppelganger."
I felt my eyes go wide and she looked up at me. She smirked a bit, enjoying my uncomfortable expression.
"You can't control it." Katherine said. "It's in your blood."
"You're wrong." I said. "That won't happen."
"So naïve." She mused. "Sorry sweetie, but it will happen."
I said nothing more, just threw the backpack into the tomb. She pounced on it, grabbing another bag. I was about to turn and leave but then I stopped. I took the gun that Jace gave me and pointed it to an unsuspecting Katherine. I took aim and shot it right into her back. She yowled in pain, dropping to the ground.
"If Klaus spares your life after all of this is over…" I said, menacingly. "I want you to leave town."
She looked up at me, glaring as she exposed her fangs. To my surprise, I wasn't afraid of her anymore.
"Otherwise the next one will be through your heart."
"You staked her?" Jace asked, looking much more amused than I thought he would. I smiled, not able to control it at this point. "That is so bad ass!"
I rolled my eyes but the smile still remained. He continued to go on and on about how cool it was or how he wished he would have been there. I felt good, besides the scary thought of my death, I felt confident for once. I wasn't afraid anymore, not of Katherine, not of anything. I hated to admit that John was right, but when he said I needed to face my fear he was right on the money. I felt better than ever.
"You know I could train you some more." Jace offered. "Katherine taught me some stuff. Maybe I could teach you."
"I don't know…" I trailed off. Jace's face fell. I knew that it was a risk, but he didn't seem to be working with Katherine anymore. He had no reason to lie to me, and frankly I could use the extra help. "Ok."
"Really?" Jace asked, eyes bright.
"This is strictly business." I told him. "Nothing more."
"Got it." He said, pulling up to the boarding house. I climbed out of the truck and the two of us walked up to the house. "I can't believe you are some kind of bad ass ninja thing."
"Not a ninja." I said. "A guardian."
"Ninja sounds way cooler." He said. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle and opened the door. We stepped through the doorway and Jace closed it behind me. I didn't hear anything, not a sound. I furrowed my brows.
"Damon?" I called. I received no answer. "Damon?"
"Maybe he's out drinking." Jace offered. I shook my head. After the day he had, he would probably stay in. Besides, he would be worrying about me too much and would be waiting to chew me out once I got back.
"Damon?" I called again, walking toward the study. Once there, I realized what a big mistake I had made. I stepped into the room to find that not only Damon was there, rigged to a chair to where he couldn't move. But there were others in the room. The one I recognized was Jules.
"Look who we have here." I heard Jules say. Damon looked up then, his eyes wide and a snarl on his lips. I swallowed hard, stepping backward. Too bad for me, I stepped right into another person. I assumed they were all werewolves, Jules not being the one to stray from a pack.
"Come here." The guy who had me said. I tried to fight him but he was strong. He set me down in a chair across from Damon and tied me to it. I then noticed Alaric lying dead on the floor. His Gilbert ring was on his finger, so I didn't worry too much about him. Not long after another guy brought Jace in, doing the same thing to him.
"What the hell is going on?" Jace demanded. He was ignored and they turned their attention back to Damon. Now that I was closer, I could see the blood on his neck. The collar around his throat had wooden stakes in it. One move and the stake would go through Damon's flesh.
"Where's the moonstone?" Jules asked. Damon chuckled. The male standing next to Damon tugged on the chain in his hand, causing the wooden stakes to go into Damon's neck. He growled in pain.
"Stop!" I yelled. I was ignored.
"Where's the moonstone?" Jules asked again. Damon said nothing and the werewolf pulled tighter. I felt tears prick my eyes.
"Please stop!" I screamed. "You're hurting him!"
"That's the point." One male werewolf said. I glared up at him, wanting nothing more than to get up and wipe that grin off his face.
This process went on for about another hour, they would ask about the moonstone, Damon would say nothing, and then he would be put through pain. I was crying not able to wipe the tears away. I hated seeing him like this. It was killing me on the inside.
"He's not talking." One werewolf said to Jules. She was giving a narrow eyed glare at Damon. She stood like that for a while before she grabbed a wooden bullet gun. She checked to see if it was loaded and then she walked over to me.
"He won't answer for his own sake." Jules said, holding the gun to my head. "But he will answer for hers."
"No!" Damon yelled. I felt my eyes widen as I stared at the gun. My eyes then flickered to Damon, who was looking so conflicted.
"Where's the moonstone?" Jules asked. Damon said nothing. "Do you think I'm bluffing?"
It was then that she moved the gun to point at my leg and she shot. I screamed out in pain as the bullet entered my leg. I had been bitten plenty of times, I had even had my arm broken. But this pain was the worst I had ever experienced. It was blinding, like I could pass out right there.
"Tell them where it is!" Jace yelled, looking down at my wound. I was breathing deeply, trying to calm down.
"I don't have it!" Damon yelled. "Leave her out of this!"
"Where is it?" Jules asked. Damon said nothing. "I will do it again."
"That won't be necessary."
All of our gazes looked toward the door. There stood Elijah, who was calmly walking into the room. I was still panting, trying to stop the pain. Our eyes locked for a millisecond before he gazed back at everyone else in the room.
"Looking for this?" He asked, holding the moonstone in his fingers. The werewolves seemed to go into attack mode, wanting that moonstone. Elijah set it on the table. "Go ahead. Take it."
There was a beat of silence before two werewolves ran over to retrieve the stone. However, Elijah was stronger and faster, their hearts being pulled from their chests in a second. He did the same to another wolf. I watched Jules run away, and wanted nothing more than to go after her. Elijah snapped the one who had the collar mechanism's neck and the deed was done.
"Alex… hey… you're going to be ok." Jace cooed in my ear. I could feel the blood trickling down my pant leg and the pain had not subsided. I tried to fight back the tears, but the pain was too much for me.
Elijah then walked over to me, untying my restraints. He then crouched in front of me, looking at my leg wound. The smell of my blood didn't seem to really affect him, and I guessed with all of those years of life, he had more self-control.
"I have to take the bullet out." Elijah told me, his face softening when he met my gaze. "It's going to hurt a bit."
I nodded, closing my eyes and waiting for him to do so. I felt his fingers digging into my flesh and I clenched my hands into fists. It took everything I had not to scream out in pain. However, the bullet was soon gone and he threw the bloodied weapon to the floor.
"There we go." Elijah cooed, as if I was a child. "You're a strong little thing."
I didn't respond but I forced a smile. He smiled as well before he turned serious again.
"I can give you my blood." Elijah said. "That wound will be gone in seconds."
"Bad idea." I heard Damon finally speak. He was still chained up, but moving carefully so as to not stab his throat. "What if something happens?"
"She will be fine." Elijah said and then turned back to me. "Do you want it? It's your decision."
I debated, knowing that if something happened to me in the next 48 hours, I would come back as a vampire. With all of this stuff going on, I shouldn't have taken the risk. However, the pain that was running through my limb was overshadowing my common sense.
"Yes." I replied weakly. I heard Damon protest, but both Elijah and I ignored him. Elijah bit his wrist, quickly putting it toward my mouth. I swallowed before taking the wound into my mouth and I began to drink. Vampire blood was an acquired taste, but even after I had swallowed a few drops, I could feel my wound healing. Once it was completely healed he pulled back with a small smile.
"Better?" He asked. I nodded. "Good."
He then moved on to release Jace and after that he released Damon. Damon rushed over to me, checking me out. I felt as good as knew, my leg was completely fine now.
"I'm so sorry." Damon said. "I should have told her…"
"Damon, you couldn't tell her." I said, taking his face in my hands. "I'm ok."
Damon nodded. He and Jace then moved to start cleaning up the dead bodies. Neither man spoke, but they worked well together. I noticed then that Elijah was leaving. I followed him, down the hall and out the door. He didn't run from me, in fact he probably realized that I wanted to talk.
"Elijah…" I called. He stopped, turning to look at me on the front step. "I know about the guardian…"
He nodded, and I figured he already knew that. He stepped forward, looking me right in the eye.
"I need answers." I told him honestly. "I have to know…"
"I know you do." He said. "But all will be explained in time."
I was about to protest, but he handed me a card. I looked down at it. Elijah Smith was written on it along with a phone number. I looked back up at him confused.
"We will be in touch." He said, turning and making his way down the steps.
"Elijah." I called again. He stopped, looking at me. "Thank you… for saving him."
He knew who I was talking about and a smile graced his face. He then chuckled and turned fully around to me.
"I wasn't saving him darling." He said. "I was saving you."
I stood there, dumbfounded as I watched him walk away.