Third person POV
"She's been catatonic since she ran into the woods." August says as he looks at his younger sister.
"Look at her veins. They're black as night." Fletcher says as he looms closer. In the room with them is Damon Salvatore and the majority of the Mikaelson family.
Slowly August reaches out and touches his sister's skin. He finds it cold and clammy and then quietly a whisper begins to emerge from his sister.
"Light of day, dead by night." She whispers repeatedly and frenzied.
"Light of day, dead by night, she will become a grave sight." She adds and whispers quietly over and over again in a voice that isn't hers. Fletcher looks to his twin brother with confusion written over his face.
"Is it a riddle?" Damon asks and August shushes him.
"Be quiet for a moment." He says and the room becomes still except for the whispering from Emerald. Suddenly, she stops and her body tenses and contorts before she unleashed an ungodly scream. Her brothers step back in fear for the entire minute that she is screaming. Emerald collapses in a heap, unmoving.
"What the hell was that?" Fletcher asks now beyond concerned.
"I really wish that people would stop targeting our sister." August mutters.
"Take out the strongest peg and the rest will topple." Fletcher responds and then his face lights up.
"I know who is behind this one." He says and moves for the basement.
"Someone keep their eyes on Emerald." August says and follows his brother into the basement.
"Do you remember the witch Darcy that I was engaged to?" Fletcher asks.
"You begged me to marry her instead." August responds.
"She can't still be alive, can she?" August follows up.
"She might be old and decrepit now. But I think she's responsible for attempting to drive our sister insane. She always vowed that she would make me suffer." Fletcher says with a shaking voice.
"And your greatest fear is not being able to protect our baby sister." August says and Fletcher nods.
"At least for once we are on the same page." August responds.
After about an hour the brothers emerge from the basement.
"Anyone care to join us? We're going to go find the witch that torturing our sister." Fletcher offers.
"No takers? Well then, we need someone to sit with Emerald so she doesn't claw off her skin. Damon?" Fletcher asks and Damon nods in response.
"Good. If we aren't back within the hour send a search party." Fletcher says and sweeps from the room with August following close behind.
The duo head into the woods and find a small clearing.
"What happens after we summon her?" August asks.
"We force her to reverse her curse and then unleash Emerald on her." Fletcher states with a nonchalant shrug.
"And if she doesn't reverse it?"
"Simple, we kill her. The spell dies with the witch. But I'd much rather witness our sister showing her full wraith. Perhaps it'll finally get that Mikaelson boy to leave her alone." Fletcher responds.
The boys join their hands and begin reciting a summoning spell in the same ancient language Emerald used before. In a plume of thick black smoke, a wrinkled and weathered woman appears. Immediately panic rises in her eyes
"Darcy, it's been a while." Fletcher practically growls.
"And I do believe you've cursed my sister. So either we can kill you here and now or you can reverse the goddamned spell and we deal with you later." Fletcher offers.
"You do not scare me Fletcher Baxter. You're nothing but a little trickster and your brother a healer." Darcy responds and cackles darkly.
"Yes but our sister knows a spell to raise the dead." Fletcher counters. "So you can die now and still face the same fate. But she's probably do it repeatedly. Or you can reverse the petty little curse you've made and only have to be tortured once." Fletcher counters.
"Fine I'll reverse it. Only if you can guarantee my safety from your sister." She responds and fletcher shrugs.
"Deal."
After a full minute of silence, Darcy laughs triumphantly.
"Now let me go." She demands and Fletcher rolls his eyes.
"I can guarantee your safety but you never said for how long. And my sister is going to be furious. But I'm sure she'd give you a head start before she peels the skin from your body." Fletcher says as he begins dragging her back to the house.
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First Person POV
When I finally return back to my sense I lean back in the chair and cross one leg over the other.
"Good to see my brothers are good for something." I mutter to myself.
"Shame to see the party end so quickly." I say to no one in particular. Suddenly, the back door clatters open and I see a furious Fletcher dragging a weathered old bag into our sitting room.
"Darcy, long time no see." I state coolly.
"Someone can hold a grudge, can't they?" I say as I stand from my chair.
"I'm sorry." She pleads and then starts screaming. I can't help but to grin as her screams become louder. Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around me.
"She's not worth it, Em." Damon says to me and pulls me out the front door.
"How is attempted murder considered not worth it?" I practically yell and then he crashes his lips to mine. He pulls me closer and presses against me and my anger melts away.
"Come back with me to the boarding house. You can stay there until your brothers figure out what to do with her." He says and pushes me around to the passenger side of his car. I climb in and fasten my seat belt, and look back towards my home. I can see the front curtains shift back to close and nearly groan. And then I realize that I don't care who sees me with Damon. My brothers will respect me and anyone else doesn't get an opinion.
When Damon finally enters the car, I lean across the seats and kiss him before he even has the engine started. When we break away he gives me this lopsided smirk before starting the car and pulling away.
We barely make it across the the threshold into the boarding house before we're pawing at each other. Once again, I find myself being thrown onto Damon Salvatore's bed, and for once I am not worried about anyone else.