Who we need to be to survive. (Emily Gilbert pt. 2)

Nothing ever goes right

I wake up and get off of my bed. I walk towards my dressing table and look at myself in the mirror. Even though it's not that noticeable because of my vamp healing, you could still slightly see the puffyness in my eyes. Last night eventually I fell asleep and luckily I didn't drink enough to wake up hungover. Another thing I realized when I was crying and feeling sorry for myself and everyone was that whenever I decide I'm going to focus on myself or try to find the dagger, something happens so from now on I'm not going to jinx it anymore.

As I stare at myself and try to look descent, I hear footsteps. My first instinct is to run back into my back into my bed and pretend to be asleep because I haven't seen or talked to Isabelle since last night and that was just embarrassing. My other plan for the day is to not think about Ric at all so I don't entirely break down again. I've been really sensitive these day. Maybe I'm on my vampire period or something. That's so not a thing.

Anyways but before I could run into my bed I hear a faint heart beat and another set of breathing. Okay either there are people in my house or there's some kind of freakish monster outside my door. I guess I have to check now...don't I.

I walk towards my door and almost collide with Isabelle as I exit the room. "Whats wrong?" I furrow my eyebrows. "See for yourself..." she sighs gesturing in front of her. I narror my eyes skeptically but then walk all the way to the bottom of the staircase with her right behind me and I see Bonnie on the couch and Damon standing next to her. Not only is Bonnie just laying there, her neck is bleeding and I have to take a few controlled breathes when my I feel my face transform at the smell of it. I have gotta get that under control.

"We have a problem." Damon states the obvious. No shit.

"What do you mean he turned?!" Stefan snaps with a little disbelief. We called Stefan over...well I did because if it was just Damon and I dealing with this it would turn into even more of a mess. So now Bonnie, Stefan, Damon and Isabelle are in the kitchen. I walk back over to Bonnie with a towel for her to wipe up her blood.  "I thought you were standing guard!" He continues throwing accusing glares at Damon who raises his eyebrows in mock innocence. "Don't blame me. Blame Bonnie the blood bank. She fed him." He defends.

"I had no idea what was happening. Okay." Bonnie argues. "the witches led me there. They wanted him to feed so he turned."

"So, where's the stake now?" Stefan asks. "Yeah the one that if it kills Klaus then I freaking die." I raise my voice slightly at the end sarcastically.

"Ohh..." Damon fake gasps. "You mean the white oak one....Also thank you for the consideration Emmy." He continues sarcastically and then glares at Bonnie. "We don't know where it is."

"If you are so upset with me, why did you feed me your blood to save my life?" Bonnie replies. "Because I do stupid things, Bonnie. I do things, like let my friend die with dignity when I should have just killed him."

Woah that escalated real quick.

"Anyway how do you kill him now?" Isabelle asks and I kind of forgot she was here. "I've been trying to figure that out." Bonnie answers and continues explaining. "A witch can't truly make an immortal creature, there is always a way to undo a spell."

"So what is it?" I ask and she sighs defeatedly. "That's the problem. I don't know." Suddenly my phone rings and I lslide it out of my pants pocket.

"Yes Emmy answer the phone right now at this exact moment." Damon rolls his eyes and I roll mine back at him. "It's Ric dumbass." I shoot back before shushing them and answering the phone.

"A simple 'I'm alive' message would've been better." I comment. "Hello Emily." He say ignoring my comment. "I can hear your friends in the background and I assume Damon and Stefan are listening in so go somewhere they can't hear us." He demands. I glance at them and they shake their heads at me but I ignore them and walk up to my bedroom. I lock the door and then go into my bathroom and turn on the pipes. "I doubt your calling to plan your own funeral so what is it you want?" I ask.