Damon's Daughter
Chapter 10
Stars
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It's so hard to believe how much can change in a year. This time last year, things were completely different. I was completely different. I was… happy. But that all changed when Elijah left. Everything changed.

As I walked up the steps to Klaus' new mansion, I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. So much could go bad tonight. Damon could find out that I was gone, he could find out where I went, and Klaus could kill me. Honestly, I'd rather Klaus put my head on a stick than Damon find out where I was. We've sort of formed a bond and the last thing I want to do is sever that or disappoint him. After all, he's the only family I have left. And I'm starting to become a bit attached, which frightens me. Commitment scares me. It always has.

When I reached the door I raised a shaky hand to the doorbell and firmly pressed it. As the doorbell chimed I heard light footsteps coming towards me, and then the door opened to reveal Klaus, dressed in only red plaid pajama bottoms and a red silk robe. The second I saw him my eyes bulged and I blushed against my very will. He was… quite fit. Not nearly as fit as Elijah, but he still looked very… What the hell, Emma? It's Klaus we're talking about here. Eww, eww, eww. I lightly pinched myself. God, it's really been ages since I've gotten any action. I can't believe I was that desperate, I thought.

"Why, hello, Love," Klaus smirked. "See anything you like?"
"Klaus, stop being disgusting and tie your robe," I snapped. "And for the last time, don't call me Love!"
"Fine, whatever you say, Emma. Come in, I was expecting you," he replied and held the door wide open.
"Expecting me?" I questioned as I entered the beautiful house.
Klaus nodded. "Of course. I knew you'd come back to beg me to undagger Elijah so you two can hold hands and ride off into the sunset," Klaus derided.
I rolled my eyes. "Actually, that's not why I'm here, but I would really appreciate it if you undaggered him. After all, I feel like I deserve to slap him while he can feel it," I scoffed.
"Trouble in paradise?" Klaus leered and threw himself down on a large, very expensive couch.
I sat down in the chair farthest away from him and glared. "Well, you know things tend to turn sour when the man you love leaves you to help his douchebag, half-breed brother," I sneered.
Klaus smiled and looked me up and down. "Oh, Emma. I've always liked you. You're so very… feisty,"
"You're nauseating," I hissed. "I was going to thank you for saving my life, but if you're going to be a dick then I might as well go," I said and lifted myself out of the chair. Klaus rapidly rushed over to me and softly pushed me back into the chair.
"Keep talking," he whispered. "I promise I'll behave."
I took a deep breath and tried to refrain from punching him in the throat. "Klaus, thank you for saving my life."
He gave me a look.
"Klaus, thank you for saving my life, twice," I sighed.
"You're very welcome, Emma," he leered and then flopped himself back onto the couch. "So, why are you really here, because the old Emma never stopped by for a simple chat?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Klaus, why did you save me? I mean, the real reason that you saved me, not the whole 'Elijah would be pissed if you died' excuse. You do know that I'm programmed to kill you, don't you?"
Klaus smiled a bit. "My, my, Emma. I always knew you were smart. Yes, I am aware that the only reason you are on this fine planet we call Earth is because you're supposed to kill me, but you won't."
I shrugged. "You're right. I won't. Because as much as you piss me off, Elijah cares about you and if you were to die I know that he'd be devastated. But the second Elijah realizes what a dick you are, I will come after you, and I will kill you. That's a promise," I spat.
"Of course you will, Love," he smirked.
"Cut the crap Klaus, and tell me why you really saved me. I don't have all night."
"Oh, fine," Klaus sighed. "You see, the truth is Emma, you… fascinate me. You've never been human your entire life, but you seem like the most human, human being I have ever met in my life, and I've been around a very long time."
I narrowed my eyes. "You're kidding right?"
"Oh, Emma dear, I never kid. Now, shoo. Damon will find out you snuck out very soon if you don't hurry," Klaus answered.
"How did you?" I started, but quickly cut myself off. I didn't want to know. I started to walk out the door when I heard Klaus' voice.
"Emma, I have just one question for you, and then you can leave."
"Okay, Klaus, but hurry," I sighed and turned to look at him.
"How did you survive all those years by yourself?" He asked.
I furrowed my eyebrows. That was… not at all what I expected him to ask.
"I mean, losing your mother at such a young age must've been difficult for you, how did you manage to survive for so long?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I just kind of got by. It was easy when I was really young because I was just 'so adorable' and a lot of people were willing to let me stay with them, which made it easy to feed."
Klaus suddenly looked at me with strange admiration in his blue eyes. "Have a nice night, Emma. Sleep well," he smiled, sincerely for once. And then he was gone.

I was too confused to sleep that night, so I pulled out my old headphones and listened to lots of Panic at the Disco, particularly Northern Downpour. I stared out my new window, since Klaus kind of destroyed the old one, and studied the stars. There were so many of them. When Elijah left me to search for his family, the first attempt of many, we were both living in France. He went God knows where to find his loved ones, while I stayed behind in the land of sex and croissants. On the nights I really missed him I would stay up wondering whether or not we were staring at the same stars. Sometimes, when I was feeling really desperate I'd wish on them. But now there was no use. Elijah is stuck in a coffin. He can't gaze at the stars or wonder where I am, and wishes seem pointless and redundant.

I sighed and pulled myself out of bed. I then quickly closed the curtains. I'm so tired of stars.

As I stumbled down the stairs I heard faint arguing. This had become a daily routine since Stefan had returned from his little escapades with Klaus. It's funny. The witches who told me about my dad warned me that he was a complete dickhead, but lately I've noticed that he's got nothing on Stefan. I guess he turned off his humanity, which is never a good idea for anyone who's an absolute pacifist like Stefan, because they go all ripper.

When I reached the kitchen I spotted Damon and Stefan who were glaring at one another across the kitchen table. I rolled my eyes and poured myself a bowl of cereal.

"Good morning!" I singsonged. "What a lovely day it is! The sun is shining, the birds are singing! It's just so beautiful! Am I right, Stef?" I smirked and patted him on the shoulder. He turned his glare on me while Damon chuckled.
"You're in an excellent mood this morning," he said as he passed me the milk.
"Oh, I'm always in an excellent mood," I replied. Just then Rebekah strolled into the kitchen and smiled at me.
"Good morning! You ready to leave yet?" she asked.
Damon turned to me. "Where are you going?"
"We're going to decorate the gym with Caroline," I said between mouthfuls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. "Homecoming's tomorrow night."
Damon nodded. "Oh, yeah. That reminds me. Stefan, we need to talk." He then took Stefan by the arm and drug him into another room.
I rolled my eyes and finished my cereal.
"Ready?" Rebekah asked, impatiently.
"Ready," I nodded.

"You realize they're going to kill Klaus the night of Homecoming, don't you?" Rebekah asked me as she put the car into reverse.
"…What?!"