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Chapter 11
Bloodlines
I scream in fear as the man moves closer to me, trying desperately to free my seatbelt. Then all of a sudden he's gone and its Damon face that appears, "Ah," I yell in shock.
"How ya doing in there?" he asks cheerfully.
"Damon?" I question, confused my mind in a mix.
"You look stuck," he comments.
"It's my seatbelt, I can't get it," I tell him, wriggling against it.
Damon looks at me, "Okay I'm going to get you out of here. I want you to put your hands on the roof," he instructs me and I obey without hesitation, "you ready?" he asks, and I nod slowly. "I got you," he assures me as he ejects the seatbelt pulling me out, "are you okay? Can you stand? Is anything broken?"
"Yeah," I whisper, trying to free myself from his arms. Damon places me on the ground but my legs are shaking and I can't seem to stand alone, Damon catches me as I fall.
"Whoa your fading fast, Elouise, Elouise, look at me," Damon tells me grabbing my face, "focus look at me," he orders.
I train my eyes on his blue ones, "Elena says I look like her," I murmur, as the world goes black around me.
I open my eyes tiredly, looking around me in confusion. "Morning," Damon greets me. I look over to him, sitting up straighter, wondering what was going on.
"Where are we?" I question confused, as I stare out the window.
"Georgia," Damon replies simply.
I process the information slowly, "Georgia," I exclaim in shock, "no there's no way we cannot be in Georgia, seriously where are we?"
"Seriously we're in Georgia," Damon deadpans, "how are you feeling?"
"I," I mutter, trying to work that out, physically I felt fine.
"You should be fine, the blood Logan gave you should still be in your system, it would have healed you," he explains to me.
My mind flashes back to the events to last night, "But there was a man, I hit a man. Then he got up….who was he?" I stutter.
"That's what I would like to know," Damon replies.
My eyes widen, "Elena, I was meant to pick Elena up," I exclaim, my hands search my pockets, "my phone where is my phone? Ok we need to head back nobody knows where I am, mum is going to be freaked," I worry but Damon pays no attention to me, I hit the dashboard to draw his attention towards me, "pull over, I mean it Damon, stop the car," I shout in anger.
Damon gives me a sidewards look, "Oh you were so much more fun when you were asleep," he comments, stopping the car.
I step out of the car rubbing my back and stretching out, "We have to go back," I inform Damon as he walks over.
"Oh come on, we've already come this far," he argues.
I frown at him, wondering if he thought this was funny, "Why are you doing this? I can't be in Georgia, I wrecked Caroline's car, she will kill me, I need to go home. This is kidnapping," I declare.
"That's a little melodramatic, don't you think?" Damon retorts.
I glare at him, "This isn't funny, I cannot be in Georgia," I argue angrily.
"Well you're in Georgia," Damon tells me a smirk on his face, "also might I add you don't have any of that magical vervain, so I can easily make you more agreeable," he threatens.
I take a few steps back from him, "You wouldn't dare," I say as a phone rings coming from Damon's pocket, "that's my phone," I snap, instantly recognizing the ring tone.
Damon picks my phone up, "Its Elena," I reach out to take it put he shakes his head, "its okay I'll take it," he says answering it, "Elouise's phone." "Elouise, she's right here and she's fine," Damon answers to whatever Elena said. "She wants to talk to you," Damon tells me holding out the phone, I snatch it from him.
"Elena," I say.
"Elouise, are you alright?" she asks in relief.
I look at Damon, "Yeah mostly," I answer.
"Where are you? I'll come and get you," Elena tells me.
"I'm," I begin, but Damon takes the phone from me, "have a good day Elena," he says to her before hanging up.
I glare at him, "You can't do that, I don't want to be here," I snap.
"We're almost there," Damon informs me.
"Where?" I ask, glancing around me.
"A little place outside of Atlanta, oh come on Elouise. Have a time out, trust me, all your problems will still be there when you get home, step away from your life for five minutes," he says to me.
I narrow my eyes at him, "Will I be safe with you?" I question him.
"Yes," he agrees readily.
"And you won't do that mind control thing?" I ask.
"No," he shakes his head firmly.
"Can I trust you?" I finally question.
Damon pauses on that one, "Get in the car, come on," he tells me. I sigh, rubbing my temples, this was the last place I wanted to be. I had so many questions for Elena, but then again maybe a break was exactly what I needed.
"So where's Caroline's car?" I question as we drive, thinking forward to her reaction all ready.
"I pulled it off on the side of the road, I don't think anyone will bother it," Damon informs me.
I nod, "What about the man on the road, was he?" I ask, leaving the question hanging.
"From what I could tell…yeah," Damon says to me.
"You didn't know him?" I question.
"If I've never met him, I wouldn't know him. I mean its not like we hang out at the Vamp Bar and Grill," Damon explains, causing me to half-smile as we pull up at a place called Bree's Bar.
"You brought me to a bar," I explode, "they won't let me in, I'm not old enough."
"Sure they will," Damon argues, getting out of the car. Reluctantly I follow him, wondering why in the world we were here.
We take a seat at the bar and when the bar tender sees him she smiles in recognition, "No, no, it can't be. Damon. My honey pie," she exclaims, grabbing his face and kissing him. Awkwardly I turn away, "Listen up everybody," she shouts, "here's to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life, and ruined any chances of happiness," she declares, pouring shots for everyone, "drink up," she says as her and Damon do a shot. "So how's he rope you in?" she questions turning to me, pouring me a shot.
"I'm not roped in," I tell her firmly.
She shakes her head, "Honey, if you're not roped, you're whipped," she tells me, "either way just enjoy the ride."
"Ok, so how did you two meet?" I question curious, ignoring her comment.
"College," she explains.
I turn to Damon, "You went to college?" I ask in disbelief.
Damon smiles, "I've been on a college campus, yes," he answers.
"About 20 years ago, when I was a sweet, young freshman, I met this beautiful man, and I fell in love. And then he told me his little secret made me love him more. Because you see I had a little secret of my own that I was dying to share with somebody," she relates to me, "she's a witch," Damon whispers in my ear. "Changed my world, you know," she informs me.
Damon smirks, "I rocked your world," he corrects her.
I roll my eyes at him, "Good in the sack isn't he. But mostly he's just a walk away Joe," she tells me turning to Damon, "so what do you want?"
"Hey mum, I'm really sorry," I say sincerely, calling my mum outside the bar.
"Elouise, thank god, I was so worried, I called Daniel and he said he hadn't heard from you," she tells me, "why wouldn't you call?" she questions.
"I was so tired after what happened and I needed company so I went to Elena's," I explain, biting my lip nervously, "and then I just wanted to go to school."
"Are you okay?" mum asks concerned.
"I will be," I promise.
"Okay, I'll see you later, I have to go," she tells me.
"Love you," I murmur, hanging up. I sigh, I hated lying to people but I don't think the truth would be any better in this case. My phone rings again and I'm surprised to see its Stefan calling, I answer it, "Elouise," he says cautiously.
"It's me," I confirm.
"Where are you?" Stefan questions concerned.
"Is Elena there?" I ask, dodging his question.
"She was," here Stefan pauses, "but not anymore."
"So she was telling the truth about Katherine and Rose?" I question him, "I'm such an idiot, when you said I reminded you of her, I just thought, I should have known," I berate myself.
"Elouise," Stefan says to me.
"How are we connected to them?" I ask him.
"I honestly don't know," he tells me.
I shake my head, "I wish I could believe that," I murmur hanging up.
I turn around to see Damon, "You okay?" he questions.
"What do you think?" I ask, marching past him and back into the bar. It hurt me to think that the only reason that Stefan and Damon had any interest in me was because I looked like a girl they use to know.
"So lets just say I am descended from Rose and Elena from Katherine does that make us part vampire," I question Damon as we eat.
"Vampires can't procreate," he says eating a fry, "but we love to try," he jokes smirking, "no, if you were related it would mean Rose had to have had a child before she turned."
I nod processing the information, "Right so did Stefan think he could use Elena to replace Katherine?" I ask sickened.
Damon shrugs, "Kind of creepy if you ask me," he comments.
I laugh, "Says the guy who's only befriending because I look like his old friend," I argue, pulling the pickles out of my burger.
Damon looks at me in shock, "You don't like pickles, what is wrong with you?" he asks outraged.
I roll my eyes, "How can you even eat…I mean aren't you?" I question not wanting to say dead it seemed wrong.
"Dead," Damon whispers before laughing, "its not such a bad word. As long as I keep a healthy diet of blood in my system, my body functions pretty normally," he explains.
I nod, "Okay so this act, you being nice to me, is it real?" I question.
"Here you go," Bree says interrupting us as she hands Damon a beer.
"Thank you," Damon tells her.
"I'll have one too," I tell her. Damon gives me a surprised look, "If I'm going to have to take 5 minutes out of my life with you, then I'm doing something different," I declare, even if I did despise drinking. Bree smiles at me, handing me over a beer.
"Ready, go," Bree calls as we all take rounds of shots. I down mine quickly, wincing at bit at the dance, clapping my hands when I realize I've beaten everyone.
"That's 3," I exclaim, doing a little dance, "aw do you need a bib?" I ask looking at Damon.
"Sorry I can't unhinge my jaw like a snake to consume alcohol," he retorts.
I laugh, "Alright who's next, another round," I declare smiling.
"Honey, you should be on the floor," a woman tells me and I grin.
"I am not even drunk, my tolerance is like way up here," I say, lifting my hands to the sky.
"All right, here you go," Bree says pouring another round.
"Whoo," I scream.
My phone rings as I struggle to aim at the ball, as I play pool. I look over at it groaning, before stumbling over to get. "Hello," I greet cheerfully.
"Elouise," mum questions confused.
"Wait up, its loud in here," I mutter attempting to move outside.
"Where are you, are you okay?" mum questions me her voice a mixture of anger and concern.
"Mum I'm fine better than fine, I'm great," I say when I reach outside, "are you fine?"
"No I'm not fine, I got a call," mum begins but I don't get to hear the end of her sentence as I hit against the wall and my phone flies out of my hand. I get down on the ground to pick it back as someone grabs me from behind the phone slips out of my grip again. My drunken mind doesn't really register much all I know is that by the time Damon comes around I am hanging on to a tank.
"Damon, no," I shout as I see, beginning to sober up when I realize this must be a trap. The man who grabbed me attacks Damon with a wooden plank, hitting him over and over again. I carefully crouch down, jumping off the tank and running over to Damon as the man pours gasoline over him, "No," I protest.
"Who are you?" Damon asks in confusion.
The man sneers, "That's perfect! You have no idea."
"What are you talking about? What did he do?" I shout, but knowing Damon the list was endless.
"He killed my girlfriend," he shouts, "what did she do to you huh? What did she do to you?"
"Nothing," Damon replies.
"I don't understand," I mutter confused.
"My girlfriend went to visit Stefan, and Damon killed her. Got it?" he questions me, hitting Damon with a bat.
My mind struggles to piece together the dots, "Lexi," I exclaim, "Lexi was your girlfriend, she told Elena about you, you were human," I murmur.
"I was," he responds.
"Lexi turned you?" I ask.
"If you want to be with someone forever, you have to live forever," he explains sadly.
I nod, "She loved you, she said," I start, trying to remember what Elena had told me, "when it's real you can't walk away."
"Well that's a choice you're not going to have to make," he informs me.
I shake my head, "No, please don't hurt him," I beg as he lights a match, unsure of why this was so important to me, I had gone from wanting Damon dead, to desperately trying to save him.
"I'm doing you a favour," he tells me.
"Lexi loved you," I shout, "and she was good that means you're good too. Be better than he was, just please don't hurt him." He considers my words, picking Damon up and flinging him against the building, but doesn't do anything more. "Thank you," I say sincerely.
"It wasn't for you," he tells me, disappearing. I run over to Damon to make sure he's alright.
"So you still haven't told me, why you brought me with you," I say to Damon as we make our way home.
"Well you're not the worst company in the world, Elouise, you should give yourself more credit!" he informs me.
"Seriously?" I ask him in disbelief.
"You were there on the road all damsel in distress like and I knew it would piss off Stefan and Elena. And…you're not the worst company in the world," Damon explains.
"I don't do fun, I mean not normal people fun," I admit.
"You did okay," Damon tells me.
"I saved your life," I declare grinning.
"I know," Damon says nodding.
"And don't you forget it," I tell him.
"Hey you two," I greet Elena and Stefan, walking into Stefan's room.
Elena's eyes light up when she sees me and she pulls me into hug, "You're okay," she says relieved.
"Aha, but I think its time we talked," I admit, looking over at Stefan. "What are we to you?" I question Stefan.
Stefan looks at us, "You're not Katherine or Rose, you're both everything they're not, complete opposites," he informs us.
"And when did you figure that out, before you kissed me?" Elena asks him angry.
"Before I met you," Stefan tells her.
"What?" we both question confused.
"The first day of school when we met it wasn't the first time, Elena, we met first on May 23 2009," he explains to her.
The date obviously has some significance to Elena because she looked shocked, "But that was," she starts, "that was the day your parents car drove off the bridge," Stefan finishes.
"You were there?" Elena questions.
"Every couple of years I come back here, to see Zach and see my home. Last spring, I was out in the woods, by old Wickery Bridge. And I heard the accident. All of it. I was fast getting there, but not fast enough. The car was already submerged. Your dad was still... he was still conscious. I was able to get to him, but he wouldn't let me help him, until I helped you," Stefan confesses to her as tears begin to fall from Elena's eyes.
"Oh my God. When I woke up at the hospital, nobody could figure out how I got out of the car. They said it was a miracle," Elena remembers, tears streaming.
"I went back for them. But it was too late. I couldn't save them. When I pulled you out I saw your face, you looked like Katherine. I couldn't believe the resemblance," he admits, "After that I spent months making sure you weren't her, and that's when I discovered you Elouise, looking exactly like Rose. I watched both of you, I learned everything I could about the two of you. And I saw you were nothing like Katherine or Rose, and I wanted to leave town. But I couldn't, I couldn't leave without knowing you Elena, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but you were so sad."
"Why do I look like her?" Elena questions.
"Elena, you've been through so much," Stefan replies.
"Why?" Elena repeats, "what are you not telling me?"
Stefan shakes his head, "It didn't make any sense. You were a Gilbert, she was a Pierce. But the resemblance was too similar and then I learned the truth, you were adopted Elena," Stefan reveals and my heart goes out to her because I knew exactly what that felt like.
"How do you know all this?" I ask him.
"Elena's birth certificate, it says Elena Gilbert, Mystic Falls General. But there's no record of your mum ever being admitted. There's no record of her ever being pregnant," Stefan tells us.
"What else do you know," Elena asks.
Stefan shakes his head, "For me to go any further, I would have had to look into the Pierce family, and I couldn't do that. Its too much of a risk. If someone found out I was asking about Katherine or Rose," Stefan says.
"Or Rose?" I repeat.
Stefan looks at the two of us, "Before they were locked in the tomb, Katherine told me something, the reason her and Rose were so close. Rose was the baby that Katherine had given up," Stefan reveals to me.
"What?" I cough in shock.
"Rose was Katherine's daughter," he repeats.
I shake my head, "Wait so what you're saying is, that me and Elouise both descended from Rose," Elena mutters in confusion, "we're related?" she questions. My eyes open looking over at Elena, I'd never considered that, never thought I'd find my real family.
"Yes somewhere along the way, but you two have to understand it could be distantly or closely, I don't know. You were born within months of each other so it ruled out sisters. Elouise I can't find out anything out your family, you know the story you were left at the door of your dad's office a few weeks old," he reminds me.
I nod, "I don't even know my birthdate."
"Elouise, I've never given you a lot of rules, but I did trust you," my mum declares as soon as I set foot through the door.
I shake my head, I couldn't deal with this, "Not tonight, I can't deal with this tonight," I tell her tears beginning to fall.
"Elouise," mum starts, "what do you know about my parents, my real parents, they dumped me at dads office they must have known something about him," I say to her.
"Where is this coming from?" she asks confused.
"Please can you just tell me what you know?" I question her, as tears fall down, I wanted to find out so many things.
Mum sighs heavily, "Sit down," she directs me. I take a seat at the table as mum goes into her room coming out with an old crumpled letter.
"There was two letters with you, one for your father begging him to take you in, which he did even though I was heavily pregnant with Caroline at the time and one for you," she says handing it over.
"Why haven't you ever given this to me before?" I question hurt and confused.
Mum shakes her head, "You never asked about your mother, you never looked, I didn't see the point," she admits.
I look down, "I never wanted to know a mother that would just abandon me," I admit, studying the folded up letter.
Mum watches me, "It isn't going to give you the answers you want," she tells me, "but maybe it'll explain something," she says.
So Rose was Katherine's daughter...what do we think?
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