The Salvatore Sister
Chapter Twenty-Six – Wolfsbane
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own The Vampire Diaries or anything associated. I only own Amelia Salvatore.
"Did you know that Hippopotomonstrosesesquipeda lophobia is the fear of long words?" I asked Damon randomly as we both lounged out on the couch, Damon sipping on his bourbon and me on my hot chocolate that I had excitedly made that morning (it was topped with whipped cream and mini marshmallows and everything!)
Damon surveyed me, with one eyebrow quirked up, for a few moments before he commented, "Well, that's just cruel."
"Yeah, so, if you ever hear a big word and you have a panic attack, you know you have Hippopot- never mind, I can't say it again," I joked.
"It's a relief to know I won't be in any danger of hearing any such word from you," Damon smirked in his usual sarcastic fashion.
However, despite knowing that Damon was only joking I felt an anger rise up inside me at what Damon had implied and blurted out angrily, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Damon seemed so shocked by my outburst that he was watching me with wide eyes, almost fearfully, "…I was joking, Lia."
"I-I know…" I said, the anger immediately draining out of me as quickly as it had sprung up, "I…I don't know what came over me…"
And it was true enough. I had never felt such a sudden anger over something so futile before. I had known Damon had been joking but still I had felt my body react to what he said as if it had been the most vile, horrific insult in the world. I had been having terrible mood-swings all morning, one moment I'd been sad and bitter and then went to happy (hyper-actively so) in the space of a nanosecond. Can vampires be bipolar? I knew I wasn't pregnant anyway, since, well, vampires can't procreate and I hadn't had any action for longer than I cared to admit. Unless I was carrying the next Jesus…
"Are you alright, sis?" Damon asked, his tone uncharacteristically soft, his ice blue eyes full of concern, "You've been acting really strange lately."
"I'm fine, Damon."
"Are you sure, because-"
"I said I'm fine, Damon."
Damon sighed deeply, watching me before he turned away and added without looking at me, "I'm just worried about you, Amelia."
"I understand," I said shortly.
There was an awful silence between the two of us before Damon asked, "So, do you know any other weird phobias?"
"Anatidaephobia is the fear that somewhere there's a duck watching you," I told him as I picked up a half-melted marshmallow from within my hot-chocolate, dropping the gloopy, pink confectionery into my mouth.
"Hmm…interesting…" Damon said, taking a sip from his drink.
"I was completely bored in the 90s and took a fascination in learning as much general knowledge as I could: ask me the currency of Bahrain, I dare you," I told him.
Damon just shook his head in a sort of mock disappointment at me and I smiled.
We spent the rest of the morning, relaxing in each other's company (with me shouting off useless general knowledge at the most random times) when there was a knock at the door, and Damon swore under his breath at the prospect of having to get up off his position on the couch, before he got up to answer the door and I sat up in my seat to watch and listen to what was going on at the door.
"I need to talk to you," came the voice of our visitor and I recognised him as Jeremy, Elena's little brother.
"And why would I want to talk to you?" Damon sniped back.
"Tyler Lockwood has to kill someone to activate his curse," Jeremy answered, "He's not a werewolf yet."
"Whoa fascinating," Damon gasped sarcastically before he continued, "Too bad that's old news. Not enough."
"But Mason Lockwood is and he's looking for a moonstone," Jeremy continued in a desperate attempt to get Damon to hear him out, "A special rock related to the werewolf legend. That's why he's here."
"My sister already told me that," Damon told the kid, "Goodbye."
Damon had tried to shut the door in the Gilbert kid's face when Jeremy said quickly, "But I know where it is," and Damon stopped in his tracks.
"And you're telling me this, why?" Damon asked, looking suspiciously at Jeremy who looked nothing short of excited to have a one up on my twin.
"Do I need a reason?" Jeremy quipped back, "Look I just want to help, okay?"
"What did your sister say about this little discovery?"
I rolled my eyes, it's always about Elena.
There was a silence as Jeremy looked at the ground almost guiltily. Oh, he hasn't told her.
And sure enough Damon echoed the exact same thing I had been thinking, "Oh, you haven't told her, have you?"
"Well, Elena doesn't want me getting involved in all of this."
"And you're a Gilbert," Damon replied, "You just can't help yourself. Whoa, your search for life's purpose is as obvious as it is tragic."
"Are you going to let me in or not?" Jeremy asked impatiently.
I finally put in my two cents, calling from my position on the couch, "Damon, for god's sake, let the kid in."
With no further arguments - but a lot of quiet cursing directed at me – Damon opened the door to let Jeremy in and I smirked in satisfaction, setting back into the couch and raising my hot chocolate to my lips.
After I had finally finished my hot chocolate (since I kept topping it up with more whipped cream and marshmallows) I had a horrible craving for blood, like, stronger than I had felt in a long time and I rushed downstairs to the cellar to grab a blood bag out of the fridge to insure I didn't give Jeremy a little nip. When I was heading back upstairs, with my glass of blood in my hand, I heard the sounds of someone else entering the house, most likely the culprit being Alaric "HotHotHot" Saltzman since Damon had called him a little while ago, demanding that he come over to discuss the moonstone situation.
Sure enough I heard Damon call: "Ric!" to the newcomer.
"What are you doing here?" Alaric asked, and I'm guessing his question was directed towards Jeremy since it's not really surprising Damon being here, since it's his house and all.
"Helping Damon and Amelia," Jeremy answered, "I'm the one who found out about the moonstone."
Finally I reached the living room and on Jeremy's words I stepped into the room and said to the room, "Actually, I think you'll find that was me. But kudos to you on finding out where it is… Hello, Alaric."
I added the greeting to Alaric as a last minute thought as I turned to the older looking man with a sultry(ish) smirk on my face. God, he's handsome.
"Hello, Amelia," came the reply as Alaric smiled politely at me.
"Nice to see you again," I smiled, taking a small drink of blood.
"And you…" and then I saw Alaric's eyes cast down to the glass in my hand, "…Kinda."
I walked across the room and sat down on the sofa, watching Alaric over my glass which was poised at my smirking lips. He's honestly like George Clooney or something…
"Anyway, Jeremy," Alaric said, shifting the focus back on the teenager, "Does Elena know you're here?"
"Not exactly," Jeremy shrugged.
"What you got?" Damon asked Alaric, changing the subject before Alaric could get all strict-teacher-father-figure-like on Jeremy's ass.
"This is Isobel's research from Duke," Alaric explained gesturing to the box he had obviously brought with him, "Her assistant sent it to me."
"Ah, Vanessa," Damon sighed nostalgically, "The hottie."
"Vanessa, yeah," Alaric nodded, although he didn't seem to be remembering this Vanessa in the same way that Damon was, "Do you remember the old Aztec legends she told us about?"
"Sun and the moon, bla bla bla…" Damon answered, looking bored.
Jeremy on the other hand looked very intrigued and I wasn't going to lie, my interest had certainly peaked at the sound of an 'Aztec curse', "An Aztec curse? Cool," Jeremy said.
"Yeah," Alaric nodded, "Supposedly vampires and werewolves used to run freely until a human shaman put a curse on them, limiting their power. Since then, werewolves can only turn on the full moon and vampires are weakened by the sun."
"Most of them anyway," Damon smirked, wiggling his fingers, flashing the ornate ring sitting snugly on his finger, "Speaking of which, how do you walk in the sun?"
I watched as Damon addressed the question towards me and in response I lifted my silver pendant, with a slightly tarnished blue lapis lazuli situated in its centre, out from underneath my shirt and held it up for my brother to see and said, "It's a long story."
Richmond, Virginia, 1984
It was a cold night in late November as I walked down Chamberlayne Avenue on the north side of Richmond, my head bowed against the icy wind. About five yards into the street, I turned left and pushed open a metal garden gate which creaked as I opened it, the sound echoing down the wet, empty street. I stalked up the garden path, overgrown tangles of weeds grabbing at my denim covered ankles. When I reached the front door, that's paintwork was peeling off like a snake's skin, I rapped on the door three times then folded my arms over my chest and waited. A few moments later, the door swung open and in the threshold stood a young (no more than thirty years old), dark-skinned woman with long, straggly black hair and heavily hooded brown eyes, which were situated above great, purple bags that showed the woman clearly hadn't slept in a while.
"Come in, Amelia," the woman greeted, her voice coming out croaky as if she hadn't used her vocal chords in a long time, as she then turned back into the shadows of her house.
Thanks to the woman's invitation, I was able to step over the threshold and into the dimly lit hallway of the house. The house sort of reminded me of something you would see in a horror film, all the furnishings and decorations were either incredibly dark coloured or incredibly tattered and old-looking. The hard-wood flooring creaked under each of my footfalls as I followed the dark-haired woman down the hall and into a small, enclosed living area with nothing but a worn sofa and a worm eaten coffee table in the centre of the room, except for a small bassinette in the corner which was the only clean object in the room.
"Do you want anything?" the woman asked, "Tea? Or scotch? Or…?"
"I'm fine, thank you," I said, rather than telling her I'd recently had something to drink…
The woman nodded and gestured for me to sit on the couch with her, then she added, "I'm Brianna by the way, Brianna Bennett."
"Well, I'm Amelia Salvatore," I replied.
"I know," Brianna replied, "I've heard a lot about you. And I suppose you're wondering why I contacted you and asked you to come here?"
"Yeah, that thought did cross my mind once or twice," I answered sarcastically.
"I heard you can't walk in the sun, I could help you with that," Brianna continued.
My eyes widened and I felt my stomach do a somersault in sudden excitement, the thought of being able to go out into the sun again after over a century seemed almost too good to be true. But then a thought crossed my mind, what would a witch want to help a vampire out for? Unless there was something she wanted me to do in return.
"What do you want in return for the day walking spell?" I asked, voicing my thoughts.
Brianna was silent for a long moment and I watched her haunted-looking eyes trail off to stare at the ivory bassinette in the corner, its soft colour a stark contrast against the rest of the dark room, the gentle sounds of breathing coming from within the crib. So when Brianna finally revealed what she wanted from me I couldn't help but be a tad shocked, "I want you to turn me."
"W-What?" I spluttered out, completely taken by surprise, my eyes involuntarily snapping over to the sleeping child in the corner then back to the Bennett witch beside me. "I want you to turn me into a vampire," Brianna clarified, "And in exchange I will perform the day walking spell."
"Why in the hell would you want to be a vampire?" I spat at her, hardly believing my ears.
And then Brianna broke down, tears immediately sprung to her dark eyes and began to flow down her face as she spluttered out, "Because I can't take it anymore. I just want to shut it all out."
"It doesn't work that way," I replied, "Besides, you have a kid. You can't be a new vampire and look after a kid."
"She's the reason," Brianna gasped out through her tears, "The baby's the reason I'm like this. Please, Amelia, you have to help me. I'll put the kid in the orphanage, I'll do one last spell. Please!?"
"I don't know," I said shakily, taking an involuntary step back from the crying woman, "I think you should think this over."
"I have thought it over," Brianna insisted desperately, an almost manic look in her eyes, "I've thought it over practically my whole life. Look, I'll even do your spell for you right now."
I watched the woman's face as she watched me with a desperate hope in her eyes before I answered, "…Fine. I'll do it."
That night - after the witch had spelled a pendant for me, after I had turned Brianna Bennett into a vampire – I walked along a quiet back-street in the heart of Richmond, a bundle of blankets in my arms as I searched for St. Margaret's Orphanage. The sleeping baby in my arms moaned and I looked down to see the baby open her eyes and stare up at me in curiosity – the look of sheer innocence almost made me feel guilt for what I had done earlier tonight, something I hadn't felt in a long time, and I almost turned tail in the other direction, a plan already forming in my head in which I could best keep the baby. But I knew that could never happen, I was a vampire. This baby would be safer in an orphanage away from her insane – now vampire – mother. I just hoped she would turn out okay…
Mystic Falls, Present Day
I hadn't really thought about Brianna Bennett's child in a while. I knew Brianna was somewhere in Washington state with a few other vampires, but I had no idea what had happened to her daughter. I guess that's just one of those things that I never will know.
"According to the legend, the werewolf part of the curse is sealed within a moonstone," Alaric explained, continuing on his story.
"What do you mean sealed?" Jeremy asked.
"It's a witch thing," Damon answered rather cryptically, "Whatever seals the curse is usually the key into unsealing the curse."
"Maybe Mason Lockwood believes he can use the moonstone to break the curse," Alaric suggested.
"If we start believing in some supernatural witchy mojo from a picture book, we're idiots," Damon said, then turned to Jeremy and asked, "So who has the stone now?"
"Tyler," Jeremy answered.
"I knew it!" I blurted out.
"Can you get it?" Damon asked, pretty much ignoring me.
"Y-Yeah," Jeremy replied, looking rather unsure.
"You see," Damon continued, "Now your life does have purpose."
"I'm pretty sure I can get it," I piped in, trying to come to Jeremy's (who was still looking kind of nervous) aid, "Me and Gilbert can be on moonstone retrieval duty."
"So you do believe it?" Jeremy asked, looking at Damon.
"This is the same book that says the werewolf bite kills a vampire," Damon answered, "Ignoring it would make me an even bigger idiot. Let's go."
Jeremy and I had decided that we would talk to Tyler when we all went to the Lockwood mansion to help out with setting up for the upcoming Masquerade Ball – although I wasn't planning on doing much helping… Damon, Jeremy and I all hopped out Damon's car when we arrived on the Lockwood estate, and started to head towards the mansion, Damon and I walking side-by-side with Jeremy trailing a little behind us. As soon as we stepped inside the mansion Damon found Elena, so quickly that I started to wonder if he had an Elena-radar or something, like, seriously, it was almost creepy.
"Damon," Elena breathed out as she turned quickly to face my brother, "What are you doing here?"
"We're looking for our baby bro," Damon answered, inviting me – against my will – into the conversation, "Speaking of…you should tell yours to stop following me."
"What's going on?" Elena asked, concern evident on her face, looking between Damon and I.
"Ask him," Damon said, gesturing behind us where Jeremy was just entering the room.
"Jeremy, what are they making you do?" Elena demanded, looking accusingly at all three of us in turn.
"They're not making me do anything," Jeremy defended, "Damon and I…"
"No way, no, no, no, no," Elena said immediately, interrupting her brother, "There is no 'Damon and you'. There's Damon and whoever Damon is using, and those people, they end up dead. Whatever is going on Jeremy, I want you to stay out of it."
I looked over at Damon with my eyebrows raised in amusement and saw him looking at Elena with a smirk on his face, clear amusement on his own face.
"I don't really care what you want, Elena," Jeremy answered, "It's because of you that I'm in this mess in the first place so I'm sorry, you don't get to tell me what I'm gonna do."
I glanced at Jeremy, surprised at his outburst, before I turned back to Elena and muttered, "Burn. Come on, Jer."
I put my hand on Jeremy's arm and smirked back at Elena, enjoying her look of pure hatred as I led her little brother away.
Jeremy and I found Tyler outside helping Caroline's boyfriend, Matt, who was standing on a step-ladder, hang up lanterns, and as we headed towards them I overheard the end of their conversation:
"She's this amazing girl one minute," Matt was saying, "And then this raging, jealous freak the next."
"Look, you know what I think of Caroline Forbes," Tyler replied, "She's an insecure, neurotic, bitchy twit."
"Hey!" Matt snapped, coming to the defence of his girlfriend – the one he had been bitching about two seconds prior.
"But the girl's got heart," Tyler continued, "She means well. You just gotta take the good with the bad sometimes."
I couldn't help but wonder if Tyler was thinking of me when he had said that, and then I remembered we weren't even together and the last time I had seen him he had been leaving with Aimee "Slut" Bradley attached to his arm – he could easily of been talking about her.
"Yeah," Matt sighed, and then said as he started to climb down the ladder, "I'm gonna go get an extension cable. I'll be right back."
"Hey man!" Jeremy called, walking over to Tyler with me trailing behind him.
"Hey," Tyler said, not really looking at Jeremy as he continued to work on the lanterns.
"Hi, Tyler," I piped up, and I noticed how Tyler froze before he turned to us and replied, "Amelia… You know Gilbert?"
"Yeah," I answered, putting on my 'teenage girl' voice, batting my eyelashes a little, "Jeremy was just telling me some really interesting stories."
"He was?" Tyler asked, studying both Jeremy and I, his eyes shifting between the two of us.
"Yeah," Jeremy confirmed, "I did some research on that stone you showed me."
"What? Why?" Tyler asked, looking almost manic, before he disguised it with what he supposed was his 'cool jock' look.
"I don't know," Jeremy shrugged, "Curiosity. Boredom."
"Well, what'd it say?" Tyler asked, and I would swear he looked almost uncomfortable.
"Well, it turned out it's part of this Aztec legend, but I want to make sure it's the same kinda stone," Jeremy explained, "You think I could check it out again?"
"Yeah Ty," I joined in, "I really want to see it."
"Sorry," Tyler said, looking right at me, "I gave it to my uncle."
"You what?" I blurted out, looking up at Tyler in horror.
"Why'd you do that?" Jeremy asked, although a little calmer, at the same time.
Tyler looked at me after my outburst in confusion before he answered, "Because I'm
done with legends and curses. I don't want anything to do with it, okay?"
"Do you realise what you've done?" I demanded, taking a step towards Tyler, with a face that I imagined was a little scary.
"Why'd you care so much?" Tyler asked me, looking down at me both surprised and, well, a little intimidated.
I stepped back quickly and tried to put my innocent teenage girl façade back on as I said, "I just- I just don't think you should give away something that rare. Since it is in a legend and all…"
"You don't understand anything about legends," Tyler muttered.
"Oh, you think?" I snapped back, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Amelia…" I heard Jeremy warn from beside me.
"Yeah…" I murmured, taking another few steps away from Tyler, "It's probably just stupid folklore anyway…"
"Yeah," Jeremy agreed and started to follow me, "I'll see you later, man."
"What a complete idiot!" I exclaimed as I stormed – rather diva-like – away from Tyler with Jeremy almost running to keep up with me, "I'm surprised he managed to dress himself this morning with the complete lack of common sense he has. His uncle – who he knows is a werewolf – really wants a mysterious, legendary stone, suspiciously so in fact, and he has no idea what said uncle wants to do with said mysterious stone, so what does he do? Freaking gives him it, anyway. I had no idea people could be so stupid."
"It's alright, Amelia," Jeremy said as he caught up to me, catching my arm, making me stop my dramatic storm off, "We'll tell Damon that Tyler gave Mason the moonstone, we can still get it."
"Damon was listening anyway," I told him, looking around, seeing my two brothers walking in the other direction from where they had clearly been eavesdropping, "But that's not the point, I mean, the moonstone. Damon already wants to get rid of Tyler, and now that Tyler's been stupid enough to hand the moonstone over to his dick of an uncle – who might I add, has already tried to kill me and my brothers – I really don't know if even I can stop Damon from killing Tyler..."
"I'm sure he wouldn't if you asked," Jeremy offered, looking at me in pity.
"You don't know my brother," I told him, "He's like me; acts first, asks questions later."
Jeremy sighed then said, "Come on, we could maybe make ourselves useful and look through some of the stuff Ric brought. See if we can find anything else that might help."
We walked back to the Boarding House and I was surprised by how easily Jeremy and I were getting on. I expected him to be a male version of Elena, but I was wrong. Jeremy and I were laughing and joking as if he were my brother – but then I remembered, I had two brothers, and it would be very odd for either of them to laugh and joke with me anymore.
When we made it back home we headed into the living room and grabbed the box that Alaric had brought over earlier and took it into the dining room, emptying its contents over the table.
"So we just have to find something – anything – related to werewolves," I told Jeremy looking out at the variety of folders, papers and weird looking plants, one which I recognised as a twig of vervain, which I looked at in disdain, "Something Alaric might've missed."
Jeremy and I both took a seat and began to read and sort through the papers in silence when I heard the sounds of people entering the house, and then I heard murmured conversation in the living room next door but I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. I strained my ears to listen and heard the rattling of metal chains before I heard Damon's voice: "Whoa. Looks like this guy's used to being tied up."
"I think we have a visitor," I told Jeremy as I continued to shuffle through the folder I was currently reading.
"Who?" Jeremy asked.
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say Mason."
Jeremy didn't say anything, I guess the kid knew that Mason's visit wouldn't be an enjoyable one. We fell back into a silence, only this one was much more uncomfortable than the last, especially when the muffled sounds of Damon torturing Mason started.
"Too bad Tyler didn't have the moonstone," I started, trying to break the excruciating silence, "I mean, the conversation went just as we rehearsed, more or less."
"Yeah, definitely an Oscar worthy performance," Jeremy joked.
"I'm sorry I lost it back there," I replied, "I don't know what happened, I mean I wasn't that pissed about it. You were right, we'll get the moonstone."
"It's fine," Jeremy assured me.
"No, I just- I've been having problems with my emotions lately," I confessed, glancing up at Jeremy to gage his reaction, but he looked almost indifferent, "Like, in an abnormal way, not the usual way that vampires have problems with their emotions."
Jeremy was watching me with a calculating look on his face before he said, "Well, maybe we'll find something about it in here."
I wanted to tell Jeremy about my black-outs and the fact I couldn't remember a lot of what I'd been doing, and how I kept ending up in places with no recollection of how I had got there, but I didn't want to risk Jeremy overreacting, and by overreacting I meant going to Damon – he was overprotective enough as it is. I also knew that I would find nothing about what was going on with me in here, I had a feeling that my case was pretty unique.
"Wait a minute," Jeremy said suddenly, holding up a piece of paper as he continued to read in one hand, and a plain wooden box in the other, "Amelia come and look at this."
I hopped out my chair as if I had been electrocuted and hurried to look over Jeremy's shoulder.
"This says that in the box there's a plant called…Aconitum Vulparia," Jeremy explained, stumbling a little over the pronunciation of the plant, "Says it's linked to werewolves."
I took the box from Jeremy and quickly opened it, finding a few twigs of a weird looking plant.
"Does it say why it's linked?" I asked hurriedly, excitement coursing through me, "Or if it does something to werewolves?"
"No, it doesn't say anything else," Jeremy answered dejectedly, "Wait a second."
I watched as Jeremy pulled out his phone and opened up a 'Google' page, typing in the words 'Aconitum Vulparia' – having to glance back a few times at the paper to check the spelling – and he hit search. A lot of the results were complete and utter crap until Jeremy opened up a page with nothing but a simple paragraph of writing with a picture attached that looked exactly like the plant Jeremy had stumbled upon.
"Listen to this," Jeremy said, excitement evident in his voice before he began to read aloud to me, "'Aconitum Vulparia is a plant that grows in mountainous areas of the northern hemisphere, commonly known as aconite, blue rocket and wolfsbane'…"
"Wolfsbane?"
"'There are many myths and legends surrounding wolfsbane'," Jeremy continued to read, "'Different sources say different things about the legendary plant: mythologist Professor Curtis Finley has said that the plant is most likely the cause of lycanthropy-'"
"That's not true," I answered immediately.
"'Professor Finley has stated that the pollen secreted causes the hormones…yada…yada…bogus…bogus… Here, other legends say that wolfsbane…say that wolfsbane is toxic to lycanthropes!"
"Toxic?" I repeated, "So, like, a werewolf's vervain."
"I suppose," Jeremy murmured, staring at the plant in the box, "Maybe Damon should hear about this…"
Part of me wanted to protest but I found myself nodding as Jeremy headed out the dining room and towards the parlour, the box of wolfsbane clutched in his hand, and me following in his wake. We entered the living room and saw Mason chained up in a chair with Damon looming over him:
"When did you two meet? Did she seduce you? Tell you she loved you? You're supernatural so she can't compel you… I'm sure she used her other charms. Katherine's good that way…"
I had no time to ponder over the new information that Mason knew Katherine when Damon was calling up at us, well, Jeremy: "I thought I made it clear I don't want you here."
"We found something in Ric's box of stuff," Jeremy explained, wisely ignoring Damon's comment.
"What is it?" Damon asked, looking only mildly curious, as he walked over to us and Jeremy took out one of the twigs of wolfsbane to show Damon.
"I did a search on my phone. It's a plant. Aconitum Vuplaria. It grows in the mountainous areas of the northern hemisphere. Commonly known as aconite, blue rocket…and wolfsbane."
"What else did you read?" Damon asked and I could tell his interest was growing.
"Well, every source says something different," Jeremy answered, "One myth says it causes lycanthropy, which sounds bogus. Another one says that it protects people, and another one says, well, it's toxic."
Behind Damon, we all heard Mason groan and Damon said, "I'm guessing toxic."
"Well, well, well," I smirked as I stepped closer to Mason, "Nice to see you again, Mason. Especially like this."
I wasn't expecting a kind reply so when Mason spat at me I wasn't even a little surprised, but Damon made a growl like sound before he spat out, "You shouldn't have done that." Then he drove the poker through Mason's shoulder and he cried out in pain.
Damon grabbed a piece of the wolfsbane and returned to Mason's side, asking him, "Now, what's Katherine doing in Mystic Falls?"
I watched as Damon ran the wolfsbane down the side of Mason's cheek and, on contact, the plant began to scorch Mason's skin and the werewolf yelled out in agony, similar to a vampire's reaction to vervain.
I glanced over at Jeremy who was watching Damon and Mason with a look of evident disgust and horror on his face, "Maybe you should step outta the kitchen if you can't handle the heat."
"No, I'm staying."
"Why is she here?" Damon asked again.
"She's here with me," Mason answered, "Why? You jealous?"
"How rude of me," Damon replied, looking smug, "I just realised, I didn't offer you anything to eat."
And with that, Damon shoved the wolfsbane straight into Mason's mouth, and the sound of Mason's pain was like nothing I had ever heard before, and the sight of the wolfsbane burning Mason's mouth and mixing with his saliva was enough to make me want to vomit.
"Yummy!" Damon cried in glee, and I began to wish I could be anywhere but here.
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
Happy belated (by an hour) second birthday to The Salvatore Sister! I can't believe I started this story 2 years ago, and I just want to thank you for your continued support throughout those two years, to those who were there at the beginning, and our new readers. I love you all - honestly.
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theonlyisabla - hope the very little Amelia-Damon in this was enough for you haha :)
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Oh, and thanks for voting in the poll about Amelia and her potential suitors haha, the winner was pretty clear so he will be used, and I already have so many plans for them. You'll have to check out the poll to see who I'm talking about, but there's still a chance to vote if you haven't! I'm not taking the poll down yet.
THANK YOU!