Damon's POV:
"She's gonna have to wake up soon." I whispered, looking at Holly's limp body.
"Yea." Stefan breathed.
"What are we going to tell her? She's a freaking vampire? She's going to freak out, run away, and get herself killed." I growled, exasperated.
"I don't know. But I think we are about to find out." Stefan said as Holly's heart rate picked up.
Holly got up quickly, choking. "It's ok, you're ok!" I coaxed, though I didn't know if I believed it.
She slowly calmed down. "What happened?" she asked.
"Derek, he um… he snapped your neck." Stefan attempted to explain.
"But I don't feel any different." She convinced.
"Not at all?" I questioned, unconvinced.
"No…" she said, giving me a weird look.
I showed her a blood bag I had ready for her. "Um…. Ew. Never needed to see that." She said, grossed out.
"I don't think she's a vampire. How does that even happen? It had only been ten hours!" Stefan asked, confused.
"I don't know." I answered blankly.
"Well if you two are done staring at me, I'm gonna go." concluded Holly.
"We are gonna figure this out, this doesn't just happen." Stefan said, taking her arm.
"Let's go have a chat with dad, shall we?" I questioned, dialing her home phone.
"Dude how did you get my phone number?" she asked, giving me a weird look.
"Dude it's in the phonebook." I replied, emphasizing the word "dude".
After three rings, her father picked up. "Hello?" he asked. I put the phone on speaker.
"Hello. This is Damon Salvatore and I'm here to ask why your daughter didn't turn into a vampire?" I greeted.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said, obviously lying. I could hear his heart rate through the phone for god's sake.
"You're unfortunately a horrible liar. Now tell me the truth." I persuaded.
"Fine. You can't turn her into a vampire because back when she was worth something, I paid a great sum of money for a witch to put a sort of protective spell over her. As long as the spell is intact, she cannot be turned into a vampire." He admitted.
"Why do you hunt vampires?" I questioned, angry.
"For generations, the Blair family has hunted vampires. Pesky little abominations. I hate everything about my useless Holly, but I will not allow someone from our bloodline be turned into one of you." He spat, emphasizing the word "you".
"If you hate her so much, why did you come last night to try and save her?" I growled.
"I don't care about her, I care about the spell that's on her. The spell saves her from being turned into a vampire, but it's also a very secret spell. If others knew about it, they would kill witches when they didn't place the spell on them. If there are no more witches, I am at a disadvantage when I need their help. I trust that you won't tell about the spell, because it will also hurt you. The more people with the spell cast on them, the less vampires. Though, the spell only works on younger humans. You see, their bodies are less strong after childhood. The spell is strong, but the person must be strong enough for the spell. Eventually, the spell is void. It wears off. " He stated.
"When?" I asked.
"It was already beginning to wear off, and since the spell just used a lot of it's power, It's likely already gone." He replied. "Now, may I hang up?"
"No. One more question." I said.
"Ok." He said, sighing.
"Do you know who killed my Katherine ?" I asked slowly.
"Katherine…Katherine…" he started.
"Don't act like you don't know who she is." I said harshly.
"Of course I know who she is. Katerina was killed by my very distant and very dead grandfather. Isaac Blair. One he was very proud of. As I've heard she was a very fiery one." He chided.
"Don't test your luck, Maxwell." I spat, ending the call.
We sat in silence for a moment. "I'm sorry." whispered Holly.
I wanted so badly to kill her just because she is from that bloodline, but I knew she had nothing to do with it.
"It's not your fault." I replied.
Holly's POV:
I felt horrible. I had no idea that my family killed people like Stefan and Damon. My family killed Damon's love! How am I supposed to make that ok? I can't! I sighed. I sat in silence for a while, thinking.
"Guess we found out what my weird feeling was." Damon smirked.
"Guess so." I agreed.