The Salvatore Sister

Chapter Twenty-Seven – The Fallout

Disclaimer: After twenty-seven chapters do I really need to keep putting this in?

Mason's torture continued and Damon seemed to be enjoying himself the more this progressed.

"Why do you want the moonstone?"

"Screw you!"

"Ahh! Wrong answer!"

"If he was gonna say something he would've already!" Jeremy piped up, sounding almost manic – I guess witnessing someone torturing someone would do that to a kid.

"I'm taking your eyes now," Damon threatened Mason, excitement lacing his tone.

"The well!" Mason cried out desperately, "You can find it there!"

"I know where it is!" Damon replied, "I want to know what it does and why you want it."

"I'm getting it for Katherine," Mason answered, his voice desperate and pleading.

"Why?"

"She's going to use it to lift the curse!"

"Of the moon?" Damon asked sceptically, "Now, why would a vampire help a werewolf break a curse that keeps them from turning whenever they want?"

"So I wouldn't have to turn anymore."

"Why?"

"Because she loves me!"

Damon didn't answer him. He just watched him with an almost pitiful expression before he burst out laughing and I couldn't help but feel sorry for Mason - Katherine doesn't love, she just uses.

"Now I get it," Damon finally said through his dying laughter, "You're just stupid. Katherine doesn't love you, she's using you, you moron!"

"I'm done talking," Mason said.

"Yes you are," Damon replied sadistically and I felt a shiver run down my spine, "It's time to take a walk, Jeremy."

"I'm staying," Jeremy said defiantly.

"No, you should go," Damon answered.

"I'm staying, Damon," Jeremy snapped, "He's had enough."

"I said go!" Damon snapped back, throwing a menacing glare Jeremy's way.

"Maybe Jeremy's right," I piped up, although I don't remember the exact moment I had decided to say anything, "We don't have to kill him."

"For God's sake Amelia..." Damon sighed, turning to look at me in exasperation.

"I can't stand the thought of Tyler losing his uncle just after losing his father," I explained myself, my eyes darting between Damon's frustrated eyes and Mason's desperate pleading ones.

"Your affection for this kid sickens me," Damon spat out, turning away from me.

"Look after him, Amelia," Mason cried, his eyes falling on me, pleading with me, "Make sure this doesn't to him, please, Amelia?"

I left my gaze linger on the broken, desperate shell of a man before me before I nodded slowly, promising to grant his last request, then I turned to Jeremy, resting my hand on his arm, "Come on, Jeremy."

"You can't let this happen," Jeremy snapped.

I think I finally understood Mason Lockwood as I met his gaze one last time, why they called the werewolf curse a curse. His eyes were no longer desperate and scared, but held relief. I sent Mason a small, encouraging smile before I turned around back to Jeremy, "It's what he wants. It's a curse, after all..."

Later on I was sitting in my favourite armchair in the drawing room, watching Damon roll up Mason's body in a carpet. Damon and I hadn't spoken a word to each other since before Damon ripped out Mason's heart - I had heard the whole thing from outside where I was saying goodbye to Jeremy - and I couldn't help but feel Damon wanted to talk about something, he kept glancing up at me then looking away.

"What?" I finally asked, "You obviously want to talk about something so here's your opening."

Damon sighed heavily and without looking at me answered, "It's about what you said before, y'know, I killed Mason."

"I said a few things."

"You know what I'm talking about," Damon replied, "About the Lockwood kid."

"What about him?"

"Don't act ignorant, Lia," Damon snapped, but then sighed heavily and said, "Just what you said about you not wanting Mason to die for Tyler's sake... I just... I mean you really care about this guy. You hated Mason."

"You're right. I did hate him," I agreed, "But... I do care about Tyler. And, as I'm pretty sure you're aware, when you care about someone you don't want them to get hurt."

"I am aware of that," Damon replied quietly, then he finally turned to look at me, "It's how I feel about you, and that's why I wanted to talk about Lockwood. I've been thinking about it a lot and I can see you do...like him and he clearly likes you, and, god I can't believe I'm saying this, but if it's what you want then I won't be...opposed to you being...with him."

Okay, I had never seen Damon act so awkward and I almost laughed at his gaucheness, until I realised what he said and I sat up a little straighter, "So, correct me if I'm wrong, if I was to get together with Tyler you would be completely okay with that?"

"Well, not okay per se, but I wouldn't go out of my way to destroy it..." Damon answered, as he looked back to the carpet.

"Well, thank you, Damon," I smiled at him, "That's uncharacteristic of you, but I appreciate it."

Damon just nodded at me and I continued to smile. Even though I was pretty certain nothing would happen between Tyler and I, I still appreciated Damon's - sort of - approval. At that moment, Stefan walked through the door and took in the sight of Damon crouched beside the rolled up carpet with me staring at him, a smile still adoring my face, before he held up an egg shaped, white stone.

"All this for that?" Damon asked, looking partially amused.

"Yep," Stefan clarified before throwing the stone Damon's way before he continued, gesturing to the carpet, "I see you exercised your usual restraint."

"Had to be done," Damon shrugged and then I watched as Damon dug out Mason's phone and began to type, "'Carol, big opportunity in Florida, I'm gonna be gone for a long time. I'll send for my things when I get settled. Much love, Mason.'"

"Let's get rid of the body," Stefan said, walking forward to talk the Mason-carpet-sandwich.

"Oh, last number dialled. I wonder who that could possibly be," Damon said, smirking deviously.

Stefan and I both put two and two together and figured out who the last number probably would be, so we both rushed forward in an attempt to stop Damon in whatever he planned to do.

"No, no, no. Don't provoke her!" Stefan ordered.

"Please, don't call her, Damon!" I pleaded.

However, Damon didn't listen and clicked to dial the number, holding the phone to his ear, ensuring he kept out of Stefan's and my reach.

"Mason, you should have been here an hour ago," Katherine's voice sounded out the phone and I couldn't help but shiver at the sound.

"Wrong boy toy," Damon teased.

"Damon," Katherine sighed, "For once you surprise me. I guess Mason's with you."

"He's right beside me, although-" Damon began to answer.

"Damon, don't," I interrupted.

"-his heart's across the room," Damon continued nonetheless.

There was a pause on the other end and we all waited for Katherine's reply, "You shouldn't have."

"I've had a very busy day today," Damon began, "I killed a werewolf, found the moonstone. Hey, did you know that he hid the moonstone at the bottom of a well full of vervain? I guess he didn't trust you very much, but he did love you. Poor guy. Where are you? Because I could bring him over. Last goodbyes and all that."

"You have no idea what you've just done."

I watched Damon's nonchalant and amused expression slacken at Katherine's menacing tone and his eyes fell on me as he replied, trying to keep his attitude up, "Aw, did I put a kink in your master plan?"

"Do you honestly believe I don't have a plan B?" Katherine asked, and I could tell she was smirking devilishly, "And if that fails a plan C, then a plan D and... Well, you know how the alphabet works, don't you?"

I kept my gaze on Damon's face as his demeanour crumbled and he actually began to look nervous at what Katherine was saying to him - I could feel my palms begin to sweat myself, and Stefan was shifting nervously beside me.

"Oh, and could you please tell our lovely little sister that I can't wait to meet up with her again," Katherine said, and my brothers' gaze both snapped to me and I felt my stomach fall to my feet, "Send my love to Stefan."

With that Katherine hung up, leaving a terrible silence in her wake.

"She said again," Damon murmured after an awful, pregnant pause.

"W-Well, obviously because she hasn't seen me in well over a century," I stuttered.

"No, she said meet up," Damon countered, "As if you'd been meeting up with her. What the hell's going on, Amelia? Have you been meeting up with her behind our backs?"

"No!" I insisted, which was the truth, Katherine kept turning up.

"Don't lie to me, Amelia!" Damon snapped, advancing on me with a face like thunder.

"I'm not lying Damon!" I cried, "Please, listen! Okay, I have seen her but-"

"And the truth comes out," Damon replied, "God, Amelia, I can't believe you-"

"No, Damon, please listen-"

"God, I've been so stupid! Trusting you and thinking you wouldn't have changed - why didn't I see it before?"

"Damon!-"

"I know how much you hate Elena, have you been feeding Katherine information on her?" Damon asked, glaring down at me.

"No, Damon! I swear I haven't! I wouldn't do that!" I pleaded, reaching for Damon's hand but he snapped it away as if I had electrocuted him.

"Oh, really?" Damon asked, suddenly his voice was sarcastic and mocking, "She told us about you turning up at her house the other night."

"What?" I asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play that game with me, Amelia."

"I swear," I began slowly, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't go anywhere near Elena's house the other night, I was..."

But then I drew a blank. Where had I been the other night? My memory was blank, and that scared me even more than I was of Damon at this point.

"Exactly," Damon said, commenting on my silence, "Just leave, Amelia. Go back to Katherine. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you've been with her all these years."

"Damon, I haven't," I answered, and then turned to look at my little brother who was watching Damon and I, his face weirdly pale, "Stefan? You believe me don't you, Stef?"

But Stefan didn't come to my rescue, he just looked at me - no emotion clear on his face.

"Leave, Amelia," Damon ordered in a low, threatening voice.

My gaze darted between my two brothers, silently pleading with them to hear me out, but neither of them said another word. With a deep breath, I turned on my heel and walked out the house. I was too shocked to fully comprehend what had just happened, but I was very aware of the dull pain that was reverberating throughout my head. Katherine had done this on purpose, she wanted to tear us apart and she had figured out that I was the one holding my brothers together - break me and you break the link between the three of us.

I was just thinking about where I could possibly go - whether I would hedge my bets and head towards Tyler's or just go to Caroline's - and that was when I blanked out...

When I came to I was in a dark, dull place I had never seen before, it looked weirdly like a warehouse, but my vision was hazy and I couldn't make anything out properly.

"Nice of you to join us, Amelia," a voice sounded through my head and I jumped in surprise.

'What the hell!?', I thought as the echoes of the voice bounded around my skull.

"Please tell me I don't have to explain all this again. So it'd be easier if you'd just remember."

And all of a sudden a rush of memories hit me, my breath caught and tears immediately sprung to my eyes; the buzzing in my mind, going to Elena's against my will, the conversation in my head after I'd been shot, and then the situation I was currently in.

I spun around and saw through my hazy vision a figure sat in a plain wooden chair. He was staring at me in what looked like sympathy.

"Jeremy?" I choked out, "What're- I don't understand..."

"Jeremy's the key to everything," the voice in my head continued, "You're going to let your brothers and Elena know that you have Jeremy hostage, and that you're going to kill him."

"I can't!" I said aloud, shaking my head and Jeremy looked at me in both fear and concern, "I won't. I'm not going to kill him!"

"You will," the voice replied, "Do it, Amelia."

I felt the muscles in my arm twitch and before I knew it I was reaching for my phone, I opened a new text message and clicked to send it to my brothers.

"Type these exact words," the Voice ordered, "'I have Jeremy. The abandoned, packing warehouse off the road between Mystic Falls and Grove Hill. If you don't come soon, Jeremy dies.'"

Against my will, I found myself typing out the text and sending it.

"Good, this will be so much easier if you just cooperate," the Voice replied.

What'll be easier? I found myself asking.

"Oh, it's just, by the end of the night, either Jeremy will be dead, or you will."

AUTHOR'S NOTE.

DUN DUN DUN! Yeah, okay sorry that was so dramatic but typical Vampire Diaries, eh? There are only 2 more chapters left of The Salvatore Sister, oh em gee. Yeah, hope you enjoyed.

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