Damon's Daughter
Chapter 20
Elijah's Pretty Pissed
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I've never seen Elijah get so angry before. The moment the words left my lips his eyes darkened and he shot up and started to march towards the house. For a moment I regretted telling Elijah about Klaus and me but then I remembered what he said about Katherine. Katherine, of all people he could've done the nasty with, he chose Katherine. I rolled my eyes and picked myself off the grass. It was time to leave. While I walked to The Grill, Elijah and Klaus had a little conversation.

"Elijah, what has gotten into you?" Esther asked Elijah as he stormed through the mansion doors.

"Where's Klaus?" he spat, stomping through the house.

"Elijah! Calm down."

"I can't! Where is Niklaus?" He snarled.

"Right here, brother. Do you have something to discuss with me?" Klaus smirked, appearing in the doorway.

Elijah rushed up to him and abruptly punched Klaus square in the jaw, causing him to fly across the room and crash into a mirror.

"I take it Emma told you," Klaus began as he pushed himself off of the ground.

He hadn't been on his feet a second when Elijah hit him again.

"Brother," Klaus gasped. "Let's be rational here and just talk it out. No need to resort to violence," he smirked. Elijah ignored him and grabbed Klaus by the collar and threw him into a wall.

"Fine," Klaus breathed as he dusted himself off. "I guess we'll have to this the hard way." Klaus quickly got up and pushed Elijah into a chair in the other side of the room. Elijah was about to get up to attack him again when Klaus held him down.

"I can understand why you are angry with me," Klaus started. "After all, I did make love to your now ex-girlfriend, but if you honestly think this is my entire fault then you are sorely mistaken. You are the one who left her so distraught." Elijah replied by punching him again. He was about to hit him several more times when they both dropped to their knees in pain. Esther was giving them an aneurism.

"You two will not behave like this again, is that understood?" Esther shouted.

They vigorously nodded their heads, wanting the intense pain to stop. Suddenly, it did.

"Elijah, go take Emma home," she ordered, handing him his keys. "I'll speak to Niklaus."

Elijah quickly followed his mother's orders. He raced outside to the garden, only to find out that I had vanished. "Mother!" he shouted.

Esther and Klaus hurried outside and Elijah turned around to face them. "She's gone," he sighed.

When I walked into The Grill the first thing I saw was Matt. "What are you still doing here?" I asked, making my way to the bar.

"I could ask you the same," Matt smirked while wiping the tables off. "What'll it be?"

"Something strong," I replied before sitting down.

"Bad night for you too?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Can I join you?" Matt smiled, handing me a drink.

"Sure, why not?"

"So, might I ask why your night was so bad?"

"One word," I said before taking a large gulp of my drink. "Originals."

"Same here," Matt replied, showing me his hand, which now had a cast on it.

I narrowed my eyes. "Who the hell did that?"

"Kol," Matt replied.

"Ahh… Doesn't surprise me. He's known for being a complete dick."

"Ouch, I'm hurt," someone said behind me. I rolled my eyes at the sound of Kol's voice and turned around to face him.

"Kol, please go away," I groaned.

"I'm hurt again Emma!" Kol laughed, sitting down at the bar. "Hey, quarterback, please give me and this lovely lady another drink, will ya'? Oh, how's your hand?" he sneered.

Matt didn't say anything but he turned around a poured Kol a scotch.

"Don't be a dick, Kol," I glared. He ignored me.

"So," said dickhead began. "My family has been going crazy looking for you. Elijah's in panic mode."

"I didn't realize that I was lost," I replied before rolling my eyes and downing my bourbon.

"Oh, I see." he said. "C'mon. Tell Kol everything. I'm an excellent listener."

I poured myself another drink and took a sip of it before answering him. "Long story short: Elijah asked me to marry him and run off into the sunset with him, I said no. Then he proceeded to confess that he slept with Katherine, which caused me to confess that I screwed Klaus. I think it's safe to say that our relationship is over."

"Ahh… I understand your attraction to both brothers. Elijah is rather boring and Klaus is rather not. It must be refreshing to have the best of both worlds."

For a moment I felt cheap. Kol made it sound like I was using Elijah and Klaus. As if whenever I got bored with Elijah I would run to Klaus for some fun. No. That's not what happened. I couldn't live with myself if that was what really transpired between Klaus and me. I was sad that Elijah had thrown me out like garbage, Klaus stopped by to see Elijah, not knowing that he had left hours earlier, Klaus and I shared a couple drinks, we screwed, and I woke up in the morning to find a naked Klaus in my bed. End of story. Kol must've detected my increasingly somber mood because he poured himself a drink and slid closer to me.

"I don't blame you for what you did, Emma," Kol smiled. "What Elijah did… it was just stupid. He should know better than that. At least Niklaus is interesting. Katherine's just a bitch."

I laughed and took another sip of my drink. "This is fun. You're very entertaining."

Kol smirked. "You wanna' have some real fun?"

"What is your definition of 'real fun,' Kol?" I rolled her eyes.

"Beer Pong," Kol smiled, leading me away from the bar, carrying the bottle of scotch with him.

"What the hell is 'beer pong' and how the hell do I play?" I laughed.

"You've never played beer pong? What a deprived life you've had, Emma! Just watch me."

"You know, Elijah was always soooo controlling! Like wherever we went he got jealous if I spoke to any moderately attractive guy and if I did speak to aforementioned attractive guy we would have a huuggee fight which was nott fun. But the makeup sex was always delicious. Oh, God… Do you know what this breakup means?" Kol looked at me, puzzled.

"That you'll no longer have an irritatingly noble, controlling Elijah?" he deadpanned.

"Yes, but not just that! No more hot steamy makeup sex!"

Kol suddenly let out a roaring laugh. "Oh, Emma. You, my dear have to be my favorite of all Elijah's toys."

I smirked. "I take it you've all had a lot of toys. What's your toy's name?"

Without hesitating Kol replied "Connor. He's darling."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "You're kidding."

Kol smirked. "Nope."

"His name is Connor?"

"Mmmhmm. I'm a flamer, a queen, a fairy, a poof, a nancyboy."

In my drunken state I couldn't wrap my head around what he was saying. "So, you…?" I began.

"I'm gay. I like penis."

I threw my head back and cackled. "I knew it," I gasped. "The moment I saw you my gaydar went off."

Kol laughed in return and threw his arm around me. "You can't tell a soul though. Not a single soul, okay?"

"As long as you don't tell anyone that I've been secretly searching for my dead mother," I muttered.

"Ahh… So that's what you were talking to my mother about this morning. I knew something was up."

I yawned and sat down at a vacant table. "Someone told me there was a chance she's still alive. I'm not getting my hopes up though."

Kol nodded. "Good idea." He could sense that I was starting to sober up so he handed me another beer.

"Bet I can drink mine faster than you," he smirked, displaying his Bud light.

"Is that a challenge?"

As a reply Kol started counting down. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Drink!

I won.

"Oh, Maaathewww!" I shouted after I slammed my beer down on the table. "We need more liquor!"

"Yeah, Mathew!" Kol chimed in. "Bring more beer and bourbon. I plan on getting this girl even more hammered. The night is still young!"

"It's three a.m. The night is over. Emma, I think you've had enough," Matt said, taking my hand.

"You know what? You're right. I have had enough. I've had it up to here with Elijah and Klaus and Damon and my stupid mother. I've had my fill of alcohol and people for tonight, and I shall be driving myself home in Sir Kol's car," I announced, my words slurred.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Matt argued. "I'm driving you home. C'mon, let's go." He said. "Kol, man, you have to leave. I need to lock up." Kol reluctantly got up and walked over to me.

"Matty boy, I'm a vampire," I said. "If I do crash, which I won't because I am a fantastic driver." Kol snickered behind me. That bastard. I turned and shot him a glare. "As I was saying, even if I do crash, which I won't, I'll be fine Matt. Don't worry!"

Matt rolled his eyes and took my hand. "It's not you I'm worried about. It's my poor truck and the random civilians on the road."

Kol stepped in front of us and smiled. "It was an absolute pleasure being with you this evening, Emma. Goodnight," he said, kissing my hand. "I'll tell my brother that you're not lost," he smirked, leaving The Grill.

Matt's a doll. I feel like we can all agree on that. He's simply too precious for this world. Despite me badmouthing Elijah the entire way home and puking in his truck he still called the next morning to make sure that I wasn't too hung-over. That is a true friend ladies and gentlemen.

I was dead weight in Matt's arms when he rang the doorbell to my house, desperately hoping that someone would be awake to take care of me. After several rings Stefan answered the door, clad only in his plaid pajama pants.

"Matt? What the hell are you doing here?" Stefan groggily asked. When he caught sight of me he rubbed his eyes. "Emma?"

"I drove her home. She's wasted," Matt explained, handing my sleeping body to Stef.

"She passed out?"

"Oh, yeah. I've never seen her this drunk. She could at least walk at Caroline's birthday party."

"Do you know what happened?"

Matt sighed. "It's a long story and I'm tired. You should ask Emma when she wakes up."

Stefan raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything else of the subject. "Thanks for taking her home Matt. I really appreciate it. Have a nice night," Stefan politely smiled before closing the door and carrying my limp body to his bedroom.

"I'd take you to your bedroom but I'm way too tired to walk up all of those freaking stairs." Stefan whispered to me. "Guess I'm sleeping on the couch," he muttered to himself. He softly set me on the bed and placed a blanket on me. "Sleep well, kid," he whispered before rubbing my head and heading out of his bedroom. He had barely crossed the threshold when his phone rang.

"Can't people just let me sleep," he groaned before answering. "This better be good."

"Stefan, its Elijah. Where's Emma? Is she okay?"

"Uh, yeah. She's okay. Matt just took her home. Why?"

"She left without telling anyone where she was going. I was worried," Elijah replied. Stefan heard a door slam in the phone. "Stefan, I have to go. My brother just arrived. Goodnight."

"Um… Goodnight." Stefan replied, hanging up on him. He abruptly threw himself on the couch and was soon asleep.

I woke up that morning with the worst headache I've ever had. Ever. As the sun peeked through the curtains I winced and noticed that those were most certainly not my curtains. The bed I was lying on wasn't mine either. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the alarm clock which read 11:48 a.m. Needless to say, I slept in a bit.

"Stefan!" I called. Ouch, I cringed. Yelling makes it worse.

"Be there in a second!" he replied. His "second" was actually five minutes, and those five minutes were pure hell. My head was pounding and I had serious nausea. By the time Stefan finally got into the room I was ready to barf. Lucky for me, he came prepared. He walked in holding a silver tray with three pill bottles, a glass of water, and a Five Hour Energy on it. "Stefan, you're amazing," I smiled.

"Nah, don't mention it. I know what it's like to have a bad hangover," he replied, handing me the glass of water and the pills. "These won't really work, but sometimes the feeling of taking medicine helps."

I nodded and swallowed a cocktail of painkillers.

"When did I get home?"

"Matt brought you home around three a.m. Mind telling me what the hell happened?"

I let out a hollow laugh and propped myself up on my elbows. "I got really drunk, that's what happened."

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I got that. But why? It's not like you get hammered on a daily basis."

I rubbed my temples as I remembered everything that happened the night before. "Damon was being a real dick at the ball about my affiliation with the Original family and it hurt my feelings. Plus Elijah and I broke up last night. Or at least I figure we broke up. He asked me to marry him. I said no. It turns out we both cheated on each other, but I'm not sure it classifies as cheating since we were technically not together then..." I trailed off while Stefan looked at me with his mouth gaping open.

"Wait, what?" he exclaimed.

"You heard me," I sighed. "I'm not repeating any of that."

"O- Okay," Stefan hesitantly started. "So then you got completely shitfaced and Matt found you?"

"After Elijah found out I 'cheated' he ran inside his house and presumably punched something or someone. I left and went to The Grill. Matt was there. I got really drunk. Finally, Matt thought I'd had enough and took me home. And now I'm here talking to you."

Stefan tightened his lips and nodded. "So I take it you had a very interesting night."

I smiled and reached for the black hair tie on my wrist. "You could say that."

"So, if you don't mind me asking, who did Elijah sleep with?"

I tightly pulled my hair back into a bun as I answered. "Katherine."

"You're kidding," Stefan breathed.

"Nope. But I guess I can't really judge. After all, I did kinda sleep with–" I suddenly cut myself off. Stefan couldn't know about Klaus. No one could. No one besides Kol.

Stef narrowed his eyes. "Who did you sleep with, Emma? Or do I even want to know?"

I cringed. "I might've screwed one of Elijah's least favorite people. He's some super old vampire. Pissed Elijah off ages ago. He was involved in some Katherine drama. Never even set foot in Mystic Falls. I doubt you'd know him."

Stefan gave me a look. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yep. His name is…"

Dammit, Emma. Think. Who's a vampire Stefan would never know. C'mon, C'mon… Adrian? No. He's been to Mystic Falls. They might've met. What about that werewolf from Florida? That Jackson dude? Dammit, never mind. He's dead. What about Marcel? Yeah, Marcel! Stefan and Marcel would never have met. Marcel is too antisocial and dickheadish to know Stef. Yeah, let's go with Marcel. That and I wouldn't be completely lying. Marcel and I were a thing for a while…

"Marcel! Yeah, Marcel. He's from New Orleans. Marcel once screwed over Elijah in the 1800s. He kinda had a thing with Katherine and wouldn't tell Elijah where she was, yada yada. It was a onetime thing. I was sad, he was there, ya know?"

Stefan shook his head. "No. No, I really don't. You don't seem too sad about you and Elijah? I thought you were in love or whatever?"

I shrugged. "I knew it was coming. It wasn't much of a relationship anymore. One can only live on daydreams and delusions for so long, I guess."

He nodded. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I'm hungry. I think I'm gonna' get something to eat. You want anything?" Stefan asked.

"Waffles. I want waffles."

Stefan laughed. "I see your hangover has worn off."

"Mmhmm. Now my stomach is growling like crazy. I need food." I jumped out of bed and sprinted towards the kitchen. My large grin lasted until I slid onto the linoleum floor and ran straight into Rebekah.

"Rebekah? What the hell are you––" I suddenly noticed her disheveled hair, smeared makeup, and the musky scent on her that smelled a lot like Damon. The moment I spotted a shirtless Damon trailing behind her my nausea quickly returned. "E-Excuse me," I stuttered before bounding up the stairs and into my bedroom, where I promptly threw up into my black trashcan.

When I put all the pieces together and came to the conclusion that my father had slept with my ex-boyfriend's sister, the first words that came to mind were "ew" and "what the ever-loving fuck." It was downright strange and only something that could happen to me, because that's just my luck. Not only had Elijah and I broken up last night (or at I least assume we did), my dad screwed his sister. I buried my head in my comforter and cringed. The thought of Damon and Rebekah was enough to make anyone sick. As I rubbed my temples I heard Damon's hesitant knock on the door. I rotated on the bed to make myself more comfortable and announced that he could come in after he asked if I was decent. This is something he's taken to doing because weeks ago he walked in on me after I'd taken a shower. That was when "Always knock before entering a room" was officially placed on the Salvatore House Rules. It resides on the refrigerator and never fails to make Elena laugh when she spots it.

Damon cautiously entered my room as if he was waiting for me to explode like a nuclear bomb.

"I heard about you and Elijah," be uncertainly began.

I raised my eyebrows while he sat on the purple bean bag near my full length window. As he made himself comfortable I sighed. I could already tell this was going to be a long ass conversation. "And what exactly did you hear?"

Damon ran his fingers through his hair. "Stefan told me about the breakup. Are you… sure you're okay?"

I sat up in bed and gave him a look. "Yes! Of course I am. Why does everyone think I'm helpless without Elijah?" I exclaimed.

He shrugged. "I have no idea. Personally, I think you could kick his ass any day of the week," he smirked.

I smiled. Thank God the old Damon was back. "You know it."

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment when I took a deep breath and said "Sooo… Rebekah?"

Damon rubbed his temples. "It was an accident. I already regret it. Elena and I got into a disagreement at the ball. I rebounded. Rebekah's obviously got some… thing for Quarterback. Don't worry. You won't be calling her 'Mom' anytime soon."

"Thank God," I chuckled. "That would be wayyy to weird."

"I know. Now, Stefan is fixing breakfast- waffles, like you demanded. If you're still hungry the food will be done in a couple minutes and you're welcome to join us," he offered with a smile.

I pulled my covers up and not-so-discreetly seized the stuffed bear that had somehow ended up on the floor. "As appealing as that sounds I think knowing that you and Bex did the nasty killed my appetite. And I'm pretty sure I still have an awful hangover I should sleep on."

Damon nodded. "Ahh. Okay. Suit yourself. My baby bro has always made a wicked breakfast." He started to get up when he noticed the horrid smell coming from my trashcan. "What the hell died in here?" he cringed.

"Oh, sorry about that. I vomited. If you could get that out of my bedroom I would really appreciate it," I smirked.

As he walked to the trashcan he grumbled "Thanks, Em. Now I've lost my appetite." I laughed and switched on my electric blanket. "Goodnight," I mumbled into my pillow.

Damon chuckled. "Goodnight. I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

I was asleep before he had even left the room. That was the last time I'd see or speak to him in over a month.

Well that was cliffhanger-ish. I'll try to have the next chapter uploaded as soon as possible. Happy Holidays! :D