Damon's Daughter
Chapter 8
Klaus
A/N: We get a bit of Damon's POV this chapter, which I was pretty nervous to write. It's hard to capture all of his snark. Thank you JennyMikaelson, winxgirl1997, and wonderpanda10 for your reviews! Love you bunches! (:

Damon's POV

Being a dad is weird. And nerve-wracking, and slightly terrifying, and altogether very difficult, but I'm working at it. When learned I had a daughter I was confused, but more than anything I was scared. Before I turned I considered having children, and my biggest fear was being like my own father. When Emma told me everything my biggest fear was that I would turn out like him. Frantic knocks on the front door brought drew me away from my thoughts. I raced to the door and the sight that greeted me sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I opened the door to find Emma, unconscious in Alaric's arms, with Elena holding a wet wash cloth to her forehead.

"She passed out in History today," Ric said as he passed Emma's limp body to me. I carefully set her on the couch and searched Alaric and Elena's faces for answers.

"One second she was sitting in class, busy not paying attention, and then the next she was unconscious. We've done everything we could think of. I even tried to get her to feed on me," Alaric said. "Nothing's worked."

"I know why," an all too familiar voice taunted. We all turned around to see Klaus standing in the doorway with a small vial of blood in his hand.
"You see, my brother fancies this girl and he would be very upset if she were to die," Klaus said as he tossed the bottle to me. "And I need to do all I can to get back in his good graces. It turns out my family doesn't really appreciate being locked in coffins," he smirked.

I quickly caught the vial and was about to ask why I needed it when he opened his mouth.
"I'm sure that you're very confused, so I might need to educate you a bit," Klaus smirked. "Were you not listening when your witch told you that there's always a way to kill something that appears to be immortal? Remember the daggers dipped in the ash from the white oak tree? Emma seems to have her own white oak, not that she knows it. There are only three things that Emma should be afraid of: me, vervain, and spiders. It's obvious that she has been bitten by one, just look at the poor girl's face. She's quite bloated."
I growled and took a step towards Klaus.
"Calm down mate," he said. "My blood is the cure, but I cannot always have a vial of blood on standby, so I highly suggest that you call an exterminator. This place is crawling with spiders." With that snarky remark, Klaus was gone. It took a second to sink in. The only thing that can kill one of the most powerful vampires in the world is a spider. A freaking spider. And what the hell did Klaus mean when he said his brother 'fancied' Emma? Which brother?! And if Klaus was back, did that mean Stefan was too?

Emma's POV

I can hear everything, but I cannot move. I am in a coma, slowly drifting away from reality. I remember sitting in history, half-heartedly listening to Alaric go on and on about Queen Victoria. I remember Caroline's frightened gasp. I could hear Alaric calling the office and telling them to find him a substitute because he was going to take me home. Home. I liked the sound of that, but I also felt a pang of hurt. I still can't believe that my mom is gone. My home was wherever she was. It's so hard believing that I will never hear her voice again, I will never see her face, I will never feel her hand clasped in mine. She will never help me pick out a dress for prom; she will never be able to give me advice. I miss her. I miss my mom. I don't want to die, I don't want to die. I keep hearing my dad's frantic voice. I hear Alaric's calming one. I keep hearing Klaus talking about a spider, something about the size of my fingernail, is going to kill me. Suddenly, I feel blood being forced down my throat. Then, I am awake.

My eyes shot open and I started to cough up the blood that has been forced down my throat. I then felt someone pounding on my back, trying to help me get my breathing regulated. I took a deep breath and laid my head on the arm of the couch. I looked up and saw Damon, Alaric, and Elena who were studying me with worried eyes.
"Thank God you're awake," Damon sighed and rubbed his temples.
"What happened?" I rasped.
"You fainted during history today. You okay?" Alaric asked.
I nodded, pulled myself up, and glanced at the floor. "Whose blood did I just cough up all over the carpet?"
"Klaus'," Damon answered, and suspiciously looked at me as if he was gauging my reaction.
"Klaus?" I exclaimed. "What the hell was he doing here?"
They all shrugged.
"Do you have any idea why Klaus saved you?" Damon asked me.
"Not really. Maybe because he liked my mom?" I suggested, although I knew perfectly well why he gave me his blood, and I got the feeling Damon did too.

Damon abruptly turned towards Elena and Alaric. "Thank you for taking Emma home," he said as he ushered them out. "I really appreciate it, but she really needs her rest, so bye," he said, punctuating his sentence with the sound of the front door slamming shut. He then quickly turned on his heel and walked towards me.
"I don't really enjoy repeating myself, so I'm going to ask you again," Damon started. "Why did Klaus, of all people, save you, and please don't lie to me this time?"
I sighed and ran my hand through my black hair. "Klaus saved me because he knows his brother would be very upset if anything happened to me," I replied, waiting for his reaction. I assumed he wouldn't be too happy, especially when he figured out which Original vampire. Elijah's "friends" did kidnap Elena after all.
"And why would this mysterious brother be so angry if something were to happen to you?" Damon sarcastically asked.
That was one question I would have trouble answering. Why would Elijah be upset if something happened to me? I guess the simple answer would be that he loves me, but I don't know if he really does anymore. I exhaled and rubbed my temples. "I honestly have no idea," I mumbled.
Damon cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked, disbelief heavy in his voice.
I nodded. "Really. You'd have to ask him why."
"And who exactly is 'him'?" Damon asked, although I think he already knew the answer.
I impulsively touched the beautiful diamond ring on my finger. "I'll give you a hint," I smiled and glanced at Damon. "He has this amazing ability to rip out two hearts at once without getting his suit dirty."
Damon smirked. "Ahh… Elijah. My favorite Original," he said.
"I bet," I laughed.
An awkward silence quickly followed for about a minute, although it seemed like an hour.
"So, Elijah, huh?" Damon asked as he poured himself a drink.
"Yep…"
"So, uh. How long have you known each other?"
"Oh, awhile," I answered.
Damon pursed his lips and nodded. "Awhile… Right." He then swallowed everything in his glass in one gulp.

It's kind of amazing how awkward silence can be. After all, it's just silence. It's not like silence can grow a body and stake you, although it certainly feels like it sometimes.

"So… spiders, huh?" I asked, examining my leg. Sure enough, there was a small bite mark on it.
"Yep," Damon nodded as he poured himself another drink. "It's a bit ironic, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you go your whole life being told that it's ridiculous to be scared of something so small and harmless, and then it turns out that's it the only thing that can kill you. It's just pretty ironic."
I nodded. "You're right." I was about to continue when my phone vibrated. I had two new texts from Caroline asking about the sleep over. I glanced up at Damon. "Sleep over is off, right?"
"Oh, yeah," Damon replied. "It's definitely off. You need to go to bed and rest. I'll bring you up some blood bags in a couple minutes."
"Okay," I said, and forced myself off the couch and up the stairs. Damn, my leg is sore, I thought as I slowly drug myself up the stairs. "Hey, Damon!" I shouted. "When you bring the blood bags can you bring some ice too? My leg is killing me!"
"Okay, will do!" he shouted back, and I continued my trek up to my bedroom.

Once I got to my room I stripped off my clothes and slid on an old t-shirt and yoga pants, and then climbed into my bed. As I pulled my softest blanket over me Damon knocked on my bedroom door.

"Come in!" I called, and he quickly kicked open the door. His hands were completely full. In one hand he carried three blood bags and a wine glass, and in the other he carried some ice in a plastic bag. He set down the blood bags and ice on my bedside table and handed me the wine glass.

I rolled my eyes. "A wine glass, Damon? Really?"
"Class is extremely important in this house, remember that," He smirked as he poured some blood into the glass.
I laughed and quickly gulped down the blood. It wasn't by any means my favorite, but it would work. I guess it was more morally acceptable to drink from blood bags and not from living, breathing humans.
Damon was refilling the glass when the doorbell rang. He then told me he'd be downstairs and to shout if I needed anything. As he walked down the stairs I pulled the covers over my eyes, ready to sleep. My eyes fluttered closed and I could feel myself drift off. I was half asleep when I heard my window open and before I could react someone's hand was gripping my throat. My eyes shot open and I saw Bonnie. One hand was latched onto my throat, and her other hand was holding a tiny spider.
"The Abomination needs to die," she whispered, as if in a trance. "You're the Abomination, Emma," she said as she held the spider to my pale skin. I tried to kick her or push her off me but the previous spider bite had left me weak, even though I'd had blood. I knew that Bonnie couldn't hold me down and cover my mouth while holding a spider at the same time, so I did what Damon told me to do. I shouted.

"Damon! Someone! Help!" I screamed as loud as I could.
Bonnie quickly moved her hand from my throat to my mouth. I was still weak, so I couldn't stop her. I suddenly heard what sounded like a window shattering and glass hitting the floor. All of a sudden, I was so longer being held down. I inhaled and looked up at the scene playing out before me. Klaus had Bonnie cornered, and Damon was about to kill her.
"Stop!" Elena wailed. Klaus suddenly dropped Bonnie to the floor and rushed over to me. I just lied there, fighting off tears. I was… scared. I knew Bonnie hated me, but I didn't expect… this. No witch had ever attempted to kill me before. Klaus took one look at my neck and then fed me his blood. He had saved my life again, but why? Was it just because of Elijah, or did Klaus… care for me?