Hey guys! So, I know I don't normally have one of these bold letter message thingies up here but, I thought one was in order for this ep. For a few reasons. 1st off, I'd like to apologize if my story line is confusing people. If you're lost, message me privately and I'll try to explain what's happening to Emma. Next, sorry they are so short. I'm having writers block as to what make happen lately so that's why the first chapters are longer than the recent ones.

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Now onto what you're REALLY here for VVVVVVVVVV

Ch 13

I didn't know what made less sense. The fact that it's been over a week since being left in here alone and no one has shown up to kill me or torture me do SOMETHING to me. Or the fact that a small ball of paper just magically seemed to appear on the coffee table around four o'clock yesterday. I still haven't touched it because I fear it may be a trap that will get me killed. I know what you're all thinking too. 'Emma, you're wearing a magical ring that will bring you back to life if you die!' But, that one time when I let Damon drain me of my blood hurt. Really bad.

The ball of crumpled up paper has just sat there for hours, taunting me. I swallow, wiping my tear stained face, wanting so badly to give in and just open it. I reach out for the paper when another memory of Damon pops into my head and the tears begin to fall over my cheeks again. What a UAO (Unidentified Appearing Object) has to do with Damon? I haven't a clue but what I know for sure is that I'm crying…again. That's all I've done for days is cry and grieve. I've tried everything to get him to just show up here to check what is going on with me. I've screamed on the top of my lungs, cut my hands open to draw him with the smell of my blood, and I've even thrown objects at the walls to make him think something has broken into the room and started attacking me. No one came every single time.

Food has begun to run short and I've been rationing it, hoping to make it last a little longer. Once Katherine got Damon in her clutches one more, she's stopped providing for me. No more food, no more clothes, no more toiletries. My appearance is just disgusting to look at. I haven't used soap or toothpaste in a few days because I've used it all up. I'm an emotional wreck and I look like a hobo on top of that. This woman really knows what she's doing, doesn't she?

I finally just get over it and grab the note. No apparent explosion or attack seems to commence from this. I sigh in relief and unravel the sheet of paper, a pit forming in my tummy. I stare down at the words, my heart rate increasing much more rapid. I read the words over a few extra times to make sure I've read them correctly.

We know where you are. We're coming to save you. Just hang on a little longer. Once we have a plan, we'll send you another note telling you what to do.

~Stefan, Elena, and Bonnie

I may be able to get out of this alive! I won't starve to death! I smile and hide the note in my back pocket. Unfortunately, they don't know that taking on Katherine now includes Damon as well. My heart throbs a little from thinking about him yet again. I wonder what it was that made Damon just decide to up and leave me, not really seeming to remember me at all. I mean, I know they were in love but Damon assured me so many times that he was over Katherine. Did he lie to me? Maybe it's just one thing to SAY that you're over someone and then to get in front of that person and still have those feelings.

I sigh, shaking my head at how dumb I was to think that Damon would ever choose me over that goddess-like vamp. She was his first love and he's spent most of his life trying to find her. What was I thinking? Sleeping with him! How could I have acted so stupidly? When I get out of here, I'm going to avoid seeing Damon at all costs! When I get out of here, will I even ever see Damon? He's with Katherine now so will he just take off, never to be seen again? Why do I care?

'You do care Emma, that's your problem.' I remind myself those few words. I hate how true they are. What's worse is that if Damon just walked in and asked me to take him back, I wouldn't think twice about saying yes. I would run into his arms and cry tears of joy. I can't believe how pathetic I am! When did I become some Bella Swan? I hate that character. I sit down on the couch, pulling the note back out of my pocket and clutching it to my chest. It's my new hope of survival. I can't let it go. Not ever.

I feel myself space out and I get lost in my own imagination.

Suddenly, I'm in a different room. It's a very nice one, very similar to the one that I am staying in but it's only a bedroom. Lying on the bed is Katherine in her lacey black bra and skimpy little black thong. I gasp internally, in complete and total shock. How did I get in here? Katherine acts as if I'm not right there, as if she can't see me as she sips from a glass of blood in her hand. Damon enters from the master bathroom that is conjoined to the big bedroom. I bask in the beauty of his lack of a shirt. Once he is on the bed with Katherine I cringe. They obviously had slept together. The thought of it makes me want to go cry in a corner. Oh wait, I've done that already.

"Katherine…can I please just…" Damon starts, looking over at the door with longing eyes. "Can I just…check up on her? It's been a week and I'm curious about how she's doing. I've heard noises…it's beginning to worry me. Screams…she's screamed a lot…now it's suddenly silent…what if she's…she's…" Damon's voice chokes up and I my heart begins pounding. Am I dreaming? Damon still cares about me?

"Damon, no!" Katherine shouts, her voice a little desperate. "You can't go back in there; if she's dead then we leave the body." Damon cringes back from her harsh words and he runs his fingers through his hair, his face mirroring someone deep in thought. "Why don't you drink some blood? You look thirsty." Damon smiles a small, fake looking smile, a frown still in his eyes. He reaches over for Katherine's glass of blood in her hand and she pulls it out of his reach. "Not my glass!" She snaps frantically and she gulps the rest of it down in one long swig. "Let me pour you some." She smiles weakly and rushes over to a bottle that has a little bit of a deep red liquid left in it. "We're almost out of it. I'll have to send my witch out to get some more."

"Why are you sending your witch out to get it?" Damon asks, his voice getting full of suspicion. "Why don't we just go hunting?"

"If we leave the house, Emma might escape. Then she'll expose us and we'll be killed. No thanks." Katherine says turning her back on Damon. The look on her face looks like her fibbing face. There is something going on with this. Why is she making him drink THAT specific blood? Why wouldn't she let him take a sip of her own glass? Damon doesn't look convinced either as Katherine hands Damon the glass. "Here you go."

I notice her eyes sparkle with mischief as Damon swallows down the thick liquid. "Thanks babe." Damon smiles, a love struck look suddenly hitting his face. "You were right, I needed that." He kisses Katherine passionately, the mood of their exchange changing out of nowhere. "God, you're so sexy." He murmurs and my jaw drops. It all makes sense now.

My vision comes back to where I am. I'm back to sitting in my room, what feels like a prison cell now. That's the second time something like this has happened to me… I don't seem to understand how I could have possibly just seen what I just did, but I did.

Katherine has her little witch minion spike the blood that Damon's drinking with some kind of potion or spell or something that keeps him in love with her. Whenever it begins to wear off, she just suggests that he drink some more. How it got into his system in the first place doesn't make much sense however. He wasn't drinking blood at all when he was with me, besides my own.

Then it suddenly all clicks. Katherine supplied me with food that was laced with the love spell. I ate it, thus putting it into my blood. Damon fed off of me, causing him to ingest the spell. Right after he'd fed off of me, Katherine shows up. Damon suddenly is in love with her again. He leaves the room and goes off with her. She suddenly cuts me off from food. That bitch.

My life was normal before I moved to this town and look at me now! This situation I'm in is like something on a television show! I'm doing things that are deemed impossible by most intelligent scientists and doctors out there. What is happening to me? I don't know what's become of my life or if this even really is my life anymore. Am I dreaming? Is this entire experience nothing more but a crazy long, over dramatic dream? If so, wouldn't I have woken up around the parts where I was in severe pain? Don't they say that if you start to feel pain, you automatically wake up from your dream? I don't know! I'm just SO comnfused.

I hold my throbbing head, trying to stop myself from bursting into tears for the billionth time since Damon left me here. I guess he was forced really but…the fact still remains that he left me in here to rot. When I peak up out of my fingers I spot another crumpled ball. I gasp and snatch it up quickly, reading it over without a moment's hesitation.

Alright Emma, we're almost there. Here's the plan…

My eyes scan over the words that are scrawled out in Elena's handwriting. I smile a little to myself and crumple the note up into a ball and run over to the fireplace. I've had a fire going for a little over twenty minutes now and I toss the note into the fire with a smug grin on my face. Step one of my instructions, complete. I race over to the door to commence phase two. I bang on the doors, begging in a desperate voice to let me out. If I can lure them into this room, I'll have done everything that is needed of me.

"That's it; we are going to finish this girl off once and for good. For Christ sakes! We were in the middle of something!" I hear Katherine's sour apple voice screech, sounding completely pissed off. I smile to myself, sprinting to the furthest point from the door and hiding from them as the door swings open to reveal Katherine and Damon standing side by side. I swallow as I watch them step into my room, looking around for me. I crouch down behind a small stand, hoping to buy Stefan and Bonnie some time.

"Emma, we can see you." I hear Damon's voice only a few feet from where I am standing. I gulp and look over at his feet, inches from my face. "Get up you idiot." I feel him drag me up by my arm and take a good look at me, dangling there. I watch as Damon eyes me, taking in my every feature. I look down in embarrassment because I look a mess. Damon should never have to see me looking like this. Not ever. I sneak a quick look into his gaze and I see sadness painted over his features.

"What are you waiting for you fool! Kill her!" Katherine growls, looking furious. I gasp and look up into Damon's stone cold face, trying to break through and find the Damon I know. The Damon that isn't under some spell. "She's a liability and I'm getting sick of her holding us back. Snap her neck and let's be done with it already."

"Please Damon, don't do this." I whisper, trying to speak through my fear mixed with heartache. Damon stares at me, looking self-conflicted. He opens his mouth to say something, the grip on my elbow becoming a little less tight. Katherine zooms over and shoves me out of Damon's grip which sends me flying back and I bash my head on the foot of the bed. I cry out in the searing pain that throbs on the back of my head. I reach up and touch where the pain in the worst and I feel a wetness make contact with me hand. I'm bleeding.

Katherine doesn't seem to care because she picks me up off the ground and chucks me into the glass coffee table, shattering it to pieces all around me. Glass embeds itself into my skin as it showers down all around me. I feel my vision fuzz in and out as Katherine picks me up by my shirt once more. I feel my body go limp in her hands, on the brink of slipping away. Katherine looks down at me and then looks over at Damon. "Let's say bye bye Human."

As I'm hurled through the air, towards the fire place I hear a voice that sounds a lot like Damon's scream "NOOOOO!"

I barely feel my body by the time I hit the stone of the mantle. I flop on the ground and I feel a few embers cascade off of the logs and onto my back, causing me to scream out in the terrible pain. I quickly roll over to make them cool down. I roll into a ball and start balling my eyes out from the pain. Just breathing causes a jabbing pain in my ribs. A stiletto heel collides with my head and I whimper in pain, feeling myself slipping.

"Let's not let such a tasty little thing go to waste Damon." A voice far off echoes, "Come on, let's feed. I'm starving." I feel a pair of fangs dig into my arm and I don't bother making a sound. After a few moments of this, another set of teeth break the skin on my shoulder. I just lay there, my body refusing to put up a fight anymore.

Then it all finally fuzzes out.