Damon's Daughter
Chapter 13
Megan
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I flipped my humanity switch the night of Homecoming. I lost hope and I just decided to stop caring. That doesn't mean I'm going to become some sort of killing machine again, just that logic is taking the place of my feelings. And I'm okay with that.
"I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm totally paranoid all the time," Elena told Bonnie and I at the Grill. She's convinced that some guy was chasing her on her morning run.
"You have a right to be," Bonnie replied. "Klaus is still out there, and he knows you tried to kill him."
"Why hasn't he made a move? There's been no sign of him, nothing. Just my slow spiral into insanity," Elena complained.
"Join the club. Every time I close my eyes, I have that nightmare on repeat," Bonnie said.
"The same dream?" I asked and sipped my coffee.
"Yeah. Four coffins. Klaus is in one of them. It's weird," Bonnie replied.
"Are you sure it's not a witch dream?"
"It's just stress. I'll figure it out," Bonnie shrugged. "What about Stefan?"
"He betrayed us, Bonnie. The Stefan that we know is gone," Elena told her.
"How is Damon handling that?" Bonnie asked.
"Damon is... Damon," Elena answered.
"He's extra snarky, that's how he's handling it," I replied and rolled my eyes.
"I don't think he's that bad," Elena started.
I rolled my eyes. "Try living with him for a while. Then you'll start to notice. I think he's really upset." Just then my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that I had a new message. When I saw the message I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "I've got to go," I sighed. "Caroline and Tyler are fighting again. I don't know why she thinks I'm the one to call in situations like this," I mumbled.
"It's because she knows you'll be honest with her," Elena shrugged. I rolled my eyes and lifted myself out of the chair.
"Have fun!" Bonnie smirked.
"Oh, I will," I sarcastically replied and walked myself to my car. I then proceeded to take out my phone and reread the text that was actually sent to me.
Emma, it's Megan. I'm working at a bar about an hour away from you. It'll be the one with a pink car in front. Come see me. It's important.
I furrowed my eyebrows. I hadn't spoken to Megan in years. She was an old friend of my mother's and was one of the people who helped me find Damon. And geeze. A pink car? Really Megan? And what could be so important? I wondered. I sighed and started the car. It's not like I had any other plans today.
When I reached the bar I parked my car and took a deep breath. I was praying that Megan wouldn't try to hug me. I really wasn't in the mood. As I walked into the empty bar I spotted Megan sitting at the counter with a glass of liquor in one hand and her cell phone in another. When she saw me she smiled and bounded over to me. Megan reminds me of a little yellow lab with her golden hair, brown eyes and her friendly exterior. As she reached out to hug me I stepped back and shook my head. "It's nice to see you again Megan."
"You too! Gosh, it's been a long time! Last time I saw you, you were a ginger!" She giggled.
I halfheartedly smiled. "Yup. I also had a fiancé and a dog, but things change."
Her large smile faltered for a moment but then quickly fixed itself. "It amazes me that you're still so pretty after all these years! And so pale!" Megan exclaimed.
I nodded and rubbed my temples. "Could I have a vodka and tonic, please?"
"Of course you may!" Megan replied and hastily returned to the bar.
"So… What have you been up to lately?" I asked as she fixed my drink.
"Oh, not much. I've been working here for nearly a year…" she trailed off. "Oh! I have a boyfriend!" she exclaimed, her brown eyes lighting up. "His name is Jonathan and he's an absolute dear. He's the one who led me to Virginia. He's a lawyer here! He has his own firm!"
"Good for him," I replied and downed my drink in a single gulp. I was going to have to be very drunk to deal with this. I'd forgotten how… perfect and happy and gorgeous she was. It was slightly sickening.
"How are you Emma?" she asked and took my hand. "I heard you and Elijah got into an awful fight last year and then he left you, like five months before your wedding."
Suddenly, something inside my head snapped. I yanked my hand out of hers. "Look, Megan," I fumed. "I appreciate your sympathy but I sure as hell don't need your pity. What do you want anyway?"
Megan looked taken aback and hurt. "I… I just wanted to catch up," she stuttered.
I rolled my eyes. "No, you said you had something important to tell me. That's the only reason I'm here. Now what is it?"
Megan bit her lip. "Emma, on second thought, I don't think you want to know. It's not really that important anyway…"
"Megan, I'm not in the mood for bullshit right now," I growled. "You can either tell me or I'll shove this barstool into your chest. What's it gonna be?"
Her eyes widened and her lips quivered as her brown eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, God. Don't even think about crying right now, Megan, because if you do I will shove that gin bottle so far down your throat…" I took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Just tell me why you called me here and then I'll go," I said, much calmer.
Megan hastily nodded and gulped. "Okay, okay. There are rumors going around, just rumors of course; there's no proof, but there are rumors that your mom is alive."
I can't express the plethora of feelings I felt when she spoke. It was overwhelming. My mom might be alive. "Who- who told you this?" I stuttered.
"Um… Some young vampire. I don't remember his name, but he said he heard that someone saw your mom in California. But that's all I know, I promise. I bet if you ask around a bit someone who know who he is."
I nodded. She wouldn't lie to me. "Okay. Thanks Megan. I really appreciate it," I replied and started towards the front door.
"You've changed," Megan whispered.
I turned around and saw tears in her beautiful brown eyes. "I know," I nodded and felt tears well up in my own eyes.
"I'm really sorry about Elijah."
I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. "Me too."
I don't like to talk about Elijah, if you couldn't already tell. It makes me uncomfortable and sad and I just don't like it. So when a perfectly nice person like Megan tells me about how perfect her life is, and then asks about the man who left me five months before our wedding, I get a little testy to say the least. As I sped away from the bar I felt a small wave of guilt crash over me but I didn't turn the car around. I wasn't going to apologize even though I knew I should. As I blinked tears away from phone rang. I pulled off to the side of the road and glanced at the Caller ID. When I saw who was calling I cringed and braced myself for a lot of yelling. I hesitantly brought the phone up to my ear.
"Hello…"
"Emma Raina Galina Salvatore! Where the hell are you?!" Damon screamed through the phone. "Because I know for a fact you're not at Caroline's!"
I flinched and held the phone a bit farther away from my ear. I was about to answer when he cut me off.
"You know what; I probably don't even want to know. Just get your ass home right now." He snarled.
"How much trouble am I in?" I tentatively asked.
"You don't even want to know."
I sighed, hung up, and then proceeded to lightly bang my head on the steering wheel. I was in so much trouble.
As soon as I walked through the front door Damon started in on me. I didn't even have time to reach the couch before the screaming began. I honestly expected him to quote Molly Weasley. "Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care?" I laughed to myself while thinking about it, but Damon didn't think it was too funny.
"Why are you laughing?" he shouted. "This isn't funny, Emma! You can't keep doing things like that!"
I quickly wiped the smile off my face. I understood why he was upset. This wasn't the first time I'd left without saying where I was going, and he'd warned me not to do it again.
"Damon, I'm really sorry." I apologized. "An old friend was in town and wanted me to come see her. I was so excited that I forgot to call. I'm really sorry and I promise it won't happen again."
Damon sighed and sat down in the chair opposite of me. "Okay, okay. Just please don't do it again. I thought that Klaus might have… Look. It just made me nervous okay?"
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Klaus is back?"
"Yeah. He's back. And he's pissed. Stefan skipped town with his coffins."
"Like…. Coffins that Elijah is in…?" I hesitantly asked.
He glanced at me and nodded. "Yep."
"Then we've got to get them back!"
"That's the plan. Klaus was here earlier and basically told me that if we didn't find Stefan and the coffins, he would kill everyone I've ever met. He already got a couple of his minions to run over Alaric."
"Oh, goody," I muttered and rested my hand on one of my hands.
Damon smirked and then his cell phone vibrated. I examined my nails while he read the message. He suddenly jumped up and started walking to the door. Before he reached it he spun around and looked at me.
"You coming?"
I raised my eyebrows. "Where are we going?"
Damon simply smirked and held the door wide open.
Elena, Damon, and I walked up to the creepy house full of dead witches. This was supposedly where Stefan and Bonnie were hiding the coffins.
"Bonnie said this place lost all its mojo," Damon said.
"The dead witches were angry at her for bringing Jeremy back to life. I guess now they have something they want her to know," Elena replied.
"That's why I hate witches. So fickle, passive-aggressive," I said, rolling my eyes.
When we got to the front door I shivered. This place was seriously creepy, and we all know how much witches like me.
"Stefan?" Elena called out as she opened the door.
"Come on, Stef. Olly, olly, oxen free," Damon shouted.
Suddenly the light started to burn Damon's skin and he rushed into dark corners.
Woah, I thought. The witches aren't pissed at me anymore.
"Really? Still?" Damon complained.
"What?" Elena asked.
"The witchy spirits aren't a big fan, and they used their juju to screw with my daylight ring," Damon grimaced.
"Then wait outside," Elena shrugged.
"Elena..." Damon sighed.
"I'm not leaving until I know if he's here," Elena told him. She started to walk through the house and I shrugged and followed her.
"Stefan?" Elena called out.
"Go away, Elena." Stefan said as he appeared in the doorway. "You shouldn't be here."
"Stefan, I need your help. Bonnie said that you would be here," Elena said.
"Well, Bonnie sucks at keeping secrets," Stefan said, rolling his eyes.
"Listen, you need to give Klaus his family back," Elena pleaded.
"Oh really? Is that what I need to do?" Stefan asked her.
"Yes, Stefan, it is. He will kill all of us if you don't," I told him.
"Like he'd really do that," Stefan scoffed.
"Klaus compelled Jeremy to stand in front of a speeding car. Don't you get it?" Elena exclaimed. "Stefan, he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants..."
"Elena, stop talking. I'm not giving Klaus anything," Stefan commanded.
"Stefan, wait!" Elena argued. "Are you listening to me? He's going to kill Jeremy!
"Not really my problem," Stefan said coldly. Elena shook her head and slapped him across the face.
"Then you can go to hell," Elena spat and stormed out the door.
I glanced back at her and then gave Stefan an incredibly cold stare.
"You're an ass."
Stefan smirked. "Tell me something I don't know, like why you want the coffins so badly?"
"I don't think that's any of your business, is it?" I glared.
"Oh, I think it is," he sneered. "After all, I need to make sure you know which side you're on."
"Go to hell, Stefan," I rebuffed and stomped out of the house.
"That didn't go over well," Damon smirked as Elena and I walked to the car.
"Don't even start, Damon," Elena sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Let me talk to him," Damon suggested.
"You can't get in. The witches won't let you," Elena protested.
"Here. Take my car keys," He said. "You and Emma go deal with your brother. I'll deal with mine."