Damon's Daughter
Chapter 7
Cooking
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A/N: I just realized that I probably should have told you the first chapter that this story starts around the beginning/near the middle of season three. Whoops! Thank you winxgirl1997, The-Darkened Abyss, gosajane, and JennyMikaelson for your reviews! They really made my day! I hope you all like fluff, because this chapter has some! (:
I ditched my afternoon classes and went straight back to the Boarding House after I left the Grill. As I fixed myself a cup of tea I thought back to when I first met Elijah. Back when my humanity didn't get in the way of pure and simple logic. My humanity is the only reason I'm here really. The human part of me wanted a family, while the logical part wanted to stay in Europe and feed on strangers. Of course, my stupid humanity won.
I brought the warm tea up to my mouth and I was about to take a drink when knocks on the front door brought me out of my self-pity. I groaned and put down the tea. I dragged myself towards the door and looked through the window. When I saw who it was my eyebrows furrowed and I opened the door.
"Caroline?" I asked, disbelief in my voice. "What are you doing here? You're missing class."
"So are you," she replied as she strolled into the living room and sat on one of the chairs. "Emma, I just want to apologize for Bonnie's… whichy behavior. She has this thing about vampires and witches not getting into one another's business," Caroline told me.
I raised my eyebrows, knowing there was more to this story.
"Bonnie also isn't a big fan of vampires in general, especially ones she doesn't know," she continued.
"I figured that," I smiled. "That's probably really hard for you though, considering you're a vampire."
Caroline nodded but then suddenly stopped herself. "How do you know I'm a vampire?" she asked, astonishment in her voice.
I shrugged. "I have a bit of a sixth sense, I suppose. I'm usually pretty good at figuring out if someone's a supernatural being. That's why it was so easy for me to figure out Bonnie was a witch, and that Elena's a doppelganger."
Caroline nodded. "I see…"
An awkward silence then followed. I suddenly became very interested in my nails while Caroline looked around the massive living room. I really need a manicure, I thought to myself.
"Your mom's not really on a business trip, is she?" Caroline timidly asked.
I tore my eyes away from my pink fingernails and looked at her, surprised. That was the last thing I expected Caroline to ask me.
"No, she's not," I replied, and the sadness in my voice shocked me a bit. I cleared my throat. "My mom was murdered when I was really young."
"That's awful, Emma. I'm so sorry," she told me, and something in her voice made me realize that she was sincere. "Do you remember anything about her?" Caroline asked.
I shrugged. "I remember a lot about her for the most part. Like I remember her voice, and the way her perfume smelled, but I occasionally have trouble remembering what she looked like, or the way she wore her hair. Those are the kind of things I can never seem to remember."
Caroline nodded. "Who took care of you after she died?" she asked.
"I took care of myself for the most part until I met Elijah." Oh, fuck. I didn't mean to say that, I thought.
Caroline's eyebrows shot up. "Elijah? Like Klaus' brother?" she asked, surprised.
I grimaced. "Yeah, that would be the one."
"I didn't know that you two knew each other," Caroline said. "Were you close?"
I smirked, thinking back to about fifteen years ago.
Emma always enjoyed cooking, but when she moved in with Elijah she didn't see the point anymore, especially when someone as handsome as Elijah always volunteered to do the cooking. There was nothing she liked better than sitting on the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in her hands as she watched Elijah prepare their dinner, which was always delicious. One night when Elijah was on another one of his mysterious "errands," Emma's stomach growled and she suddenly remembered that she hadn't cooked anything for herself in over a year. She then tore her nose out of the romance novel she was reading and switched it with a cook book. Minutes later Emma was filling a bowl with lemon juice, garlic salt, and olive oil, and then placing two slabs of salmon in the bowl. She then covered the top of the bowl with aluminum foil, and placed in the refrigerator for thirty minutes. While Emma waited for the fish to marinate she pulled out the asparagus and broccoli that were in the fridge and started marinating them and heating them up. When she was finished, Emma carefully put the two slabs of salmon on the hot skillet as the front door opened and she heard Elijah's footsteps on the hardwood floor.
"Honey, I'm home!" Elijah called and strolled into the kitchen. When he smelled the salmon and vegetables he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Are you… cooking?" he asked, disbelief in his voice.
Emma giggled and turned away from the stove. She had Elijah's blue apron on and it smelled faintly of lemon juice. She walked over to him and put her arms around his neck, which was bit difficult for her, because she was so much shorter than he.
"That I am," she whispered and her soft lips faintly grazed over his.
"Salmon?" he asked, his brown eyes locked on her blue eyes.
Emma nodded and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Is it supposed to be burning?" Elijah smiled, and Emma quickly spun out of his arms and flipped the salmon with the spatula, making sure that the bottom wasn't too burnt to eat. Thankfully, it wasn't and she sighed with relief and turned back to Elijah.
"It's your fault I burnt it," Emma accused as she poked him in the chest. "It would have been absolutely perfect if you would have come home ten minutes later."
Elijah put his hands up in mock surrender and took a couple of steps back. "What do you mean 'would be?'" Elijah exclaimed. "It still looks edible." He smiled and walked over to the stove, observing the food.
"You didn't have to cook you know, we could have gone out," he told Emma as he picked up a piece of broccoli and stuffed it in his mouth.
"I don't mind," Emma replied. "I actually quite like cooking," she smiled, and poured her and Elijah a glass of wine.
"Although, I believe I like watching you cook more," Emma smirked as she handed Elijah the glass. She turned back to the fish and flipped it once more. Once she decided it was finished she placed it on one of her larger plates and asked Elijah to set the table. When the table was set they both sat down and started to dig in. Elijah asked Emma about her day, she asked him the same, the usual dinner conversation. When Elijah took a sip of his wine he glanced at Emma and spoke.
"Did I tell you how ravishing you look in my apron?"
"Were you and Elijah close?" Caroline asked.
Emma smiled a bittersweet smiled and replied, "Yeah, you could say that."
Three Weeks Later
I'm starting to adjust to life in Mystic Falls. Damon and I are getting used to living in the same house, but we've had to set some boundaries. First of all, always knock on a door before you enter, unless you have reason to believe that the person inside the room is in danger. This was the first rule established, but Damon didn't follow it until he walked in on me changing one day. I guess he learned his lesson. The second rule is that we should always let each other know where we are. I learned this the hard way when I went to the mall without letting Damon know, which resulted in me getting a severe talking to when I returned home.
School has gotten much better. Caroline and Elena have become my good friends, and I have three afternoon classes with them. Bonnie still doesn't care for me, but I don't really mind. All witches hate me, so I don't take it personally.
I've been having dreams about Elijah lately. Well, I don't know if I can say 'dreams' because it's always the same one. Every night I dream that Elijah is in my room begging me to find his coffin and undagger him. I used to have these dreams about my mom, back when I thought I could find her coffin. These dreams are haunting and always make me wake up in cold sweat. I recently learned that I scream bloody murder when I have these dreams, because I once woke up Damon in the middle of the night.
Caroline has planned a sleep over at my house to make Bonnie and me "absolute besties" and I can't help but laugh when I think about it. I tried to explain to Caroline that witches just don't like me, but she wouldn't hear it.
"You and Bonnie have so much in common though!" Caroline protested. "You both like Fall Out Boy, skinny jeans, and both of you lost your mom's! It's meant to be!" Of course, as soon as Caroline says things like that she immediately apologizes. She occasionally lacks this thing called tact, which is okay. It honestly just makes things more entertaining.
"Are you sure this whole sleepover thing is a good idea?" Damon asked me as he handed me my cereal bowl. "I mean, especially since Bonnie, you know, hates you," he smirked.
"No," I replied. "But I couldn't talk Caroline out of it. She's convinced that if we all get together and watch scary movies and do each other's hair Bonnie and I will become 'absolute BFFs!'"
Damon chuckled and took a sip of his scotch. "Gosh, Emma, don't sound so thrilled about it," he sarcastically said.
I rolled my eyes and took a bite of my cereal, ready for this day to be over.
"I'll be at the Grill with Alaric tonight if you need anything," Damon told me.
"I doubt I'll need anything," I replied as I picked up my bag. "It's not like Bonnie will try anything. I doubt she hates me that much."
As Alaric went on and on about 18th century England I rested my head on my hand and examined my split ends. I didn't need to hear any more about England. I've already heard enough from my mom and Elijah about how fantastic it was. I'm guessing Alaric figured that as well because he noticed me not taking notes and didn't say anything. As I thought about how badly I needed a haircut I felt something prick my right leg. "Ow," I softly whispered, rubbing my leg. Not a minute later I felt myself getting very tired, even more than I was when Alaric was droning on about Queen Victoria. And then before I knew it everything went completely black.