Damon's Daughter
Chapter 14
"Happy Daggering, Stef!"
A/N: Thank you cheekymonkey89 and winxgirl1997 for your reviews! I think this will be the last update for tonight, but you never know with me… especially because I'm so excited to write the next chapter! (;
I was lying on the couch reading when Damon finally arrived at the Boarding House. He had stayed behind with Elena after I left her house. Apparently she had Damon compel Jeremy to leave town.
"Whatcha readin'?" Damon asked, snatching the book away from me.
"Hey, I was reading that!" I shouted.
"Notorious Royal Marriages," he read. "Don't you think you're a little young for this book?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm over a hundred years old, and you're trying to tell me that I am a little young for a book," I laughed. Damon was laughing with me but his face suddenly turned serious.
"We do need to talk, Em," he said and sat down on the couch.
"Before you say anything else, I want to explain," I started. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did today. I really am. I should have called."
"I know you're sorry, but you're still going to be punished. No… uh…" Damon trailed off.
I narrowed my eyes. "What?"
"I've never had to ground anyone before…"
I suddenly busted out laughing. "Well, I've never been grounded before so I guess we're both in unfamiliar territory," I giggled.
Damon laughed and put an arm around my shoulder.
"Emma, please do me a favor," he said.
"Depending on the favor."
"Let us handle all of this Klaus stuff," he said. "I want you to be a normal teenager for a while, agreed?"
"Agreed," I said and held out my hand, for Damon to shake it. Instead of shaking my hand, Damon grabbed me and pulled me in for a tight hug.
"You're suffocating me," I jokingly breathed.
Damon finally released his grip on me and let me go to bed. As I walked up the stairs something occurred to me. I quickly turned around and raised my eyebrows.
"Damon, how am I supposed to be a normal teenager when a crazy, psychotic, British hybrid is after everyone? There's also the fact that most of the people I know are supernatural beings. I don't think normal is a word that can be used in this household."
"Touché. Goodnight, Emma," he smirked.
"Goodnight Damon," I smirked back and bounded up the stairs. When I reached my room I smiled to myself. It amazes me how close Damon and have gotten since I first arrived. Now he's like a real dad.
"Morning," Damon greeted to Stefan and I, wearing only a towel.
"You're late," Stefan snapped. "We're supposed to meet Bonnie at the old witch house in ten minutes.
"Relax Brother," Damon smirked. I rolled my eyes. They were such children.
"Would you hurry up? We have work to do. Klaus isn't just going to spontaneously self-destruct."
Damon smirked at him in response.
"Why are you all chipper?" Stefan questioned, looking Damon up and down.
"No reason… Be with you in a minute," he smirked, walking out of the room.
Stefan turned to me with a questioning look in his eyes.
"I have no idea," I shrugged and grabbed my bag.
When I arrived at Caroline's locker Elena was already there preparing the birthday decorations.
"Am I late?" I asked, breathless.
"No," Elena laughed. "Right on time."
"Good. I had to walk because Damon and Stefan had already left and I'm grounded from my car."
"Ugh, that blows," Elena replied. "Where did Damon and Stefan go?"
Fuck, I thought. She isn't supposed to know about the coffins. As I thought up a suitable lie Bonnie ran up to us. I thankfully sighed. Saved by the Bonnie, I thought.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," Bonnie said. "I got held up."
"It's okay. I just got here," I replied.
Elena nodded. "Me too. Can someone pass me the balloons?" she asked.
Bonnie handed Elena the balloons and smiled at me.
"Thanks. What got you running late?" Elena asked.
"I uh, was working on some new spells. You?" Bonnie replied.
"Working out with Alaric," Elena said.
"Sounds like fun," I smirked and passed Elena the "Happy Birthday Caroline" poster.
"So, I have something to tell you," Elena began as she hung up the poster. "And you're not going to like it."
"What happened?" Bonnie asked.
Oh, great, I thought. She's going to tell her. Bad idea, Elena. Bad. Idea.
"Jeremy is going to be leaving town for a while. He's staying with some old family friends in Denver until this whole thing blows over," Elena answered.
"Jeremy wouldn't just leave you to deal with Klaus on your own," Bonnie said.
"I know… I asked Damon to compel him," Elena replied on edge.
"You what?" Bonnie said, hurt.
"I know, Bonnie. But it's not safe for him here anymore. Leaving will give him a better life," Elena explained. "The only reason I'm telling you is because I know you haven't really worked out your stuff. And I thought maybe you'd want to say goodbye." Bonnie suddenly turned away from Elena and made her way towards Jeremy.
"How pissed do you think she is?" Elena winced.
I grimaced. "Pretty freaking pissed."
Later that night Elena, Bonnie, Matt, and I were hiding behind Caroline's couch, waiting for her to come home. When the front door opened we sprung up and smiled at her.
"Happy birthday!" we all shouted.
"What are you guys doing here?" Caroline exclaimed.
"Well you blew off school and missed our work of birthday art, so…" Elena started.
"Change your clothes. We are going to the falls. S'mores, camp fire." Bonnie finished.
"Cake, like when we were little," Elena smiled.
"Except for the tequila!" Matt smirked.
"I brought some tasty 18th century wine," I piped in, holding an antique looking bottle in my hand.
"Thanks, guys. Really, but, I just no feeling my birthday this year," Caroline said.
"I'm sorry, what? You already claimed your birthday as everyone's favorite day of the year," Bonnie frowned.
"Yeah, and now, it's just reminded that technically, I'm dead. Look, I'm not even 17. And the only point to 17 is to get to 18, it's a failure year, I'm stuck in a failure year," Caroline sighed, tears forming in her eyes.
"You're not stuck Caroline." Elena spoke.
"Yeah I am, but it's okay. It's all good, I will be fine. But I just need some time to get used to it." Caroline said sadly.
"Okay, well I think I have another idea." Elena said.
I eyed Elena. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I grinned.
"So here it is," Elena said as she, Matt, Bonnie, Caroline, and I walked into a tomb in the graveyard.
"This is creepy, even for us." Bonnie said.
"Ehh… It could be worse," I shrugged.
"Caroline was right," Elena started. "Technically, she is dead. Sorry. But you don't need a birthday, you need a funeral. You need to say goodbye to your old life so then you can move on with your new one." Elena told them.
"Okay, here lies Caroline Forbes," Caroline began.
"Cheerleader, Miss Mystic Falls, third grade hopscotch champion," Elena looked at her.
"Friend, daughter, perfectionist," Bonnie told her.
"Mean girl, sometimes, no offense," Matt said.
"Ah, none taken," Caroline smiled.
"My first friend from Mystic Falls, great listener, and an awesome person who is eventually going to enjoy her new life," I said, taking her hand.
"She was 17, and she had a really good life. So rest in peace, so that she can move forward. That's what you really need. What we all really need. Amen, or cheers or whatever. Hum, Bonnie?" Elena looked at her.
Bonnie smiled as she lit the candles on the cake with her witchy voodoo.
"Nice. Okay, make a wish," Elena told her.
"I need it more than you do, trust me," Elena said taking an alcohol bottle from Caroline and then noticed her texting. "Caroline, what are you doing?" she asked.
"What? Nothing." Caroline protested.
"Okay, you're a bad sober liar and even worse drunk liar," Elena looked at her.
"I might have texted Tyler." Caroline gave in.
"Caroline..." Elena and I groaned.
"What? I'm frail!" Caroline whined.
"Give her a break. You can't control what everyone does all the time," Bonnie snapped.
"Wow." Elena breathed.
I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Bonnie ruin a perfectly good funeral.
"Sorry, I know it's Caroline's birthday, funeral or whatever but, I just feel it's really wrong to compel Jeremy to leave town!" Bonnie said.
"I'm doing it to protect him, Bonnie. I want to give him a chance to have a quiet normal life," Elena said.
"Happy Birthday, Caroline!" I sarcastically shouted. Matt looked at me and laughed.
"He should be able to choose how he wants to live it; you're taking his choices away." Bonnie spat, shooting at look at me.
"Bonnie, you can't tell him." Elena protested.
"Why? Are you going to compel me not to?" Bonnie huffed.
"Hmm… This is really good wine," I chimed in, trying to shift the conversation once more.
"You know, you guys are ruining a perfect funeral." Matt said.
"I'm sorry. I'll just go sleep it off or something. Happy birthday." Bonnie said, getting up and walking out of the tomb.
"Yikes," I grimaced and took another gulp of wine. "On that note, I think it's time to go home. Damon's probably expecting me, and I don't want him to see me too drunk," I smirked. "Happy birthday, Caroline!"
Once I was out of ear-shot I took my phone out of my jean pocket and called Damon. It went to voicemail so I left him a message.
"Damon, it's me. I just called to tell you I'm going to be late. Caroline's party is lasting a bit longer than I thought it would so don't worry if you get home before I do. Bye!"
I quickly hung up my cell phone and started walking towards the witch's house. I don't know what had come over me, but I needed to see Elijah. All of Caroline's talk about being stuck got to me, even though I pretended to have fun the entire night. Now here I was; drunk and stumbling up to an abandoned house where my dead ex- boyfriend's coffin sat, completely untouched.
When I reached the basement I just looked at the coffins, trying to guess who was in which. I automatically knew which coffin was Elijah's because I felt drawn to it, but the others were a mystery, especially the locked one.
I then decided to study Elijah's family. After all, I'd only met two of them. First, I opened Finn's coffin. I intently studied his features and tried to guess his age and what time period he died in. It almost became a sick game. When I gave up looking at Kol's coffin, I looked at Elijah's and opened it. I was taken aback by him. He looked different, almost ghostly. Seeing him like that caused a pit to form in my stomach. I couldn't help but feel responsible for his death. If we wouldn't have gotten in a fight he wouldn't have come to Mystic Falls and he wouldn't have been daggered.
"I'm so sorry, Elijah," I whispered as I tried to fight off tears. I then decided what I would do. I was going to undagger Elijah. Before I could rethink it I quickly pulled the dagger out of his chest. I was suddenly thrown against one of the hard walls, causing a bookshelf to crash down.
"Really, Emma?" Stefan snapped, snatching the dagger out of my hands.
"How did you know I was here?" I gasped. "Did you follow me?!"
"No. You're just a bit too predictable. You have no idea how lucky you are that I was the one who caught you doing this. Damon would freak."
Stefan was about to plunge the dagger into Elijah's heart when I started laughing uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" Stefan yelled.
"You- you can't dagger him!" I giggled.
Stefan suddenly looked at me like I was insane.
"And why is that?" he asked.
"Be- be- because you're a vampire, you idiot! You'll die!" I replied, trying to control my laughter. Have I mentioned what an awful drunk I am?
Stefan then looked like he was going to punch himself in the face.
"And you're right," I began. "Damon would freak if he knew I was here, so I best be getting home, shouldn't I? Happy daggering, Stef!" I smirked.
I was halfway up the stairs when Stefan's voice stopped me.
"He's safer daggered, Emma, and I know that's all you care about."
I could feel my smirk disappear. I slowly turned around and it quickly hit me that Stefan was right. Elijah would be safer daggered. I took a deep breath and made my way towards Stefan.
"You're right," I said, my voice cracking.
Stefan sympathetically nodded at me and handed me the silver dagger. I hesitantly walked over to Elijah and stroked his cheek. I could see his body start to function again, which made harder for me to dagger him.
Before I would have second thoughts I gripped the dagger in my hands. "I'm so, so, sorry," I whispered and abruptly plunged the silver dagger back into his heart.
Stefan and I stood in silence for a moment until I quickly bounded up the stairs, shielding my face. The last thing I needed was Stefan to see me crying.
"Emma! Wait!" Stefan shouted.
"What do you want now Stefan?" I screamed, tears running down my face.
"Where's Elena?" he asked.
-A Day Later-
Bonnie and Elena were sitting in Elena's kitchen looking for information about Bonnie's mom when I called her.
"Hello?"
"Elena, I'm so sorry about last night," I quickly said.
"Huh? What are you sorry for?" Elena questioned, confused.
"Last night… I told Stefan where you were. I didn't know that he was going to threaten to drive you off the bridge."
Elena didn't speak for a moment and my stomach dropped. I can't believe I told Stefan that. I should have known he couldn't be trusted.
"Emma, it's okay," Elena comforted.
"No, it's not Elena. You could have died."
"But I didn't," Elena protested. "Look, I've gotta' go. We're still looking for Bonnie's mom. I'll call you when we find her, okay?"
"Okay, good luck," I sighed and hang up. I then threw myself on the couch and buried myself under a blanket. I was asleep within minutes. I don't know how long I was asleep, but I do know that knocks on the door rudely awakened me. I kicked the thin blanket off me, drug myself off the couch, and stumbled towards the door. When I opened the door I groaned and started to shut it but a certain hybrid held it open.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Klaus smirked. "May I come in?"
"No," I snapped.
"Oh, I forgot. I don't need to ask you! I've already been invited in!" He sneered and let himself in.
"What do want, Klaus?" I sighed.
"Oh, not much. A drink would be nice, though."
"You have legs, get it yourself," I glared and sat down on the couch.
"Well you're not in a very good mood today, are you?" He smirked.
"It'd be better if you'd leave."
"Ouch! I'm wounded Emma!" He laughed. "Now, let's get down to business, shall we?" Klaus said as he poured himself a drink. "I don't have my coffins, so I'm being forced to retaliate. To give your dear daddy some incentive to hurry it up, I am going to have you join me at the Mikaelson Estate. I promise to behave and be an agreeable host," He smiled.
For a moment I was silent and I then I suddenly shouted. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I exclaimed. "And what makes you think I'll stay with you?"
"Well, here is why my idea is such a great one, Emma," Klaus smirked and took a sip of his scotch. "You'll stay with me because as soon as I get my coffins back, you may do whatever you like with Elijah. Kill each other, run off with each other and elope. I frankly couldn't care less. If you don't become my hostage for a day or two I will never undagger Elijah."
Suddenly, the idea of staying with Klaus for a day or so didn't sound too awful.
Stefan walked into the boarding house and automatically heard music blaring throughout it. He furrowed his eyebrows and strolled into the living room and saw Klaus sitting in a chair and Emma sitting across from him. Stefan walked over to the table, grabbed the radio remote and quickly turned down the sound.
"What are you doing here, Klaus?" Stefan asked. "And what the hell are you doing with him, Emma?"
"Enjoying our stalemate," Klaus smirked.
"I'm well, he'll explain." I said, looking towards Klaus.
"What do you want?" Stefan asked again.
"Question is, what do you want? My hybrids left town as you demanded, so please tell me what I need to do to get my family back." Klaus told him.
"Well, ahem, see, Klaus... I'm not negotiating," Stefan said sitting next to him.
"And you understand that holding them indefinitely is the same thing as dropping them in the ocean?" Klaus asked.
"No, no, you leave Mystic Falls and then give me a call in a few years, and...We'll talk," Stefan told him.
"I'm going to give you another chance. Just one more. Let's make a reasonable deal," Klaus looked at him.
"Or what? You make one move, and I will... " Stefan began.
"Yes, that's right. Crazy Stefan. Mmm. How's that working out for you? Any friends left?" Klaus asked. He stopped and smiled. "I'm taking Emma here as my hostage for a while. Hope you don't mind," he smirked, took my arm, and hurried out of the house with me.