Damon's Daughter
Chapter 5
Always Doesn't Mean Anything Anymore
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"How did you go over one hundred years without knowing I existed?"
That was something I'd wanted to ask Damon since the second I got here. How? How did he not hear absolutely anything about me? After all, I am the one and only pureblood vampire. People were bound to talk about me.
Damon sighed and ran his hand through his black hair.
"I honestly have no idea," he replied. "Before you came here I'd heard things about a pureblood vampire, but no one ever knew who they were or what they looked like, and I don't believe anything until I see it."
"So my mom didn't tell you about me?" I questioned.
Damon shook his head. "No, she didn't say a word. One day I just woke up and she was gone. I'm assuming she spilt when she found out she was pregnant."
I could sense the hurt and slight bitterness in Damon's voice. I almost forgot that he loved my mom, and I know what it feels like when someone you love just leaves.
"Damon," I said, but he just kept staring down the hardwood floors, as if they had caused all of his problems. I sighed and continued, "My mom loved you, don't ever question that."
Damon's head suddenly shot up and he stared me down. "If you love someone you don't leave them," he spit.
"She did it to protect you from Mikael," I powerfully said. "He found out where she was and he was coming to kill her and everyone she loved. She did it to protect you." I told him, taking his hand.
Damon sighed. "You're right. I know you're right. It's just… Why did Mikael want to kill her?"
I shrugged. "He was hunting down nearly all the Original vampires who had any association with Klaus. My mom did. Klaus considered mom a friend, and Mikael killed her with a white oak stake to send a message."
Damon nodded once more and cleared his throat. "I should uh, probably get you registered for school, shouldn't I?" He took his hand out of mine and started walking towards the door, and then stopped and turned around. "Oh, yeah, my cell phone number is already in your phone. Call me if you need anything," he told me, and started walking once more.
"Damon!" I shouted before he was out of the door. I suddenly remembered the little story I told Caroline. "If anyone asks, I'm your niece and I'm staying with you while my mom is on an extended business trip."
He turned around and chuckled before he marched down the stairs.
When the front door closed and I heard the sound of Damon's car pulling out of the driveway I jumped off the couch and sprinted to my bag, searching for my cell phone. I had to call Elijah. When I found my iPhone I quickly dialed Elijah's number. The phone rang once and went straight to voicemail. My stomach dropped, and I pressed redial. Straight to voicemail again. I slowly sat down on my new bed, clutching my phone. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Elijah always had his phone with him, and it was always charged, and he always answered when I called. Always. I remember when he promised he'd love me always, when he told me he'd always protect me, and how he said he'd always be by my side. I guess always doesn't mean anything anymore. I needed him now. I needed someone to talk to about everything that's going on.
I pushed all of my bags off my bed and buried myself under the warm comforter, still clutching my phone. I pressed redial over and over again, praying that Elijah would pick up and tell me everything was okay and that he missed me and I'd see him soon. He never did. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. Not today, and certainly not over Elijah. I had to focus on the good things right now. I met my dad. He didn't turn me away. I'm living in this magnificent house. This is my room. This is my bed. I have a home. I smiled a bit, but that smile soon faded when my phone rang.
My screen read Unknown Caller and I answered it, praying I would hear Elijah's voice. I didn't even consider that it might be someone else.
"Hello," I answered waiting for Elijah to speak.
"Emma, love! How have you been?"
My stomach dropped. Klaus. Oh, God. That's the last thing I need right now.
"What do you want, Klaus?" I snapped.
"Why do I have to want something, Love? Can't an old friend call another old friend?" He replied.
"Yes, Klaus. Old friends can call each other, but we're not friends. And don't call me Love!"
"Well, someone is in a sour mood today," he said. I could practically hear his smirk.
"Where's Elijah, Klaus? And don't you dare tell me you don't know," I said venomously.
"Elijah? You're still hung up on him, Love?"
"Yes, I'm 'still hung up on him.' Now where the hell is he?" I nearly shouted. "And I told you not to call me Love!" I added.
"Fine, fine. Don't get your knickers in a twist. Elijah has been reunited with our family, and I assure you that he is safe."
My eyes narrowed. Elijah had been looking for his siblings for ages. Klaus really brought them all together? That was…noble of him. I was almost impressed.
"Okay, can I talk to him?" I asked in a less venomous tone. "I've called him nearly thirty times and he hasn't answered."
"I'm afraid you cannot talk to him at present, Love. He's a bit busy lying in a coffin with a dagger in his chest."
For a moment, I swear the world stopped turning. Klaus daggered Elijah. Elijah is in coffin with a dagger in his chest, with the rest of his family. I replayed Klaus' words in my head and suddenly I felt rage boil inside me.
"Klaus, you better pray that Karma slaps you in the face before I do," I snarled, and then hurled my cell phone towards the nearest wall.