Amelia sat watching her sister as their captures argued in the front of the car. They weren’t speaking in American though… Amelia recalled at school one of the teachers spoke to them in Italian and the two captures were arguing in a language that sounded familiar. The car stopped and Amelia looked out the window to see a large house in the woods. They definitely weren’t in Capron anymore. She didn’t even know if they were in the state of Virginia anymore! The door flew open and Isabella was pulled out of the car by the man names Stefan.
“No!” Amelia shouted and she was dragged out of the car by the man named Damon.
Damon pinned her arms behind her back and forced her to walk towards the house. Amelia kept her eyes on Stefan who was carrying Isabella. Amelia stumbled on the stairs as Damon sped up and saw Stefan unlock the door. He carried Isabella inside and Amelia was forced to follow. Damon let go of her and Amelia rubbed her wrists as she looked around. The room was suddenly lit up by a lamp in the corner of the room and she saw that she was in the living room of the large house. There was a lot of décor and the house was rather dark, even with the light.
“She’s lost too much blood,” Stefan informed Damon.
Amelia looked around for her sister and saw her lying on the couch. Damon walked past her, towards her sister and crouched next to her. He bit his wrist and held it at Isabella’s mouth.
“Get away from her!” Amelia shouted as she ran towards him.
“Stefan,” Damon growled as he caught her by her arm.
Damon twisted her arm making Amelia gasp at the severe pain in her arm. Stefan grabbed her arms and pulled her away from them.
“No!” Amelia shouted.
Drips of blood fell into Isabella’s mouth and she welcomed the blood. Amelia gave up the fight and watched in horror as her sister fed on the blood. Damon then stood up and Amelia watched the wound on his arm heal instantly. Her mouth opened slightly and she let out a quivered breath as her knees buckled. Stefan supported her and she looked at her sister. Stefan let go of her and Amelia slowly walked towards her sister, eyeing Damon nervously. She sat down next to her and pulled her knees up to her chest.
“Please wake up,” she whispered, watching her sister’s face for any sign that she was going to open her eyes.
“She’ll be fine.”
Amelia looked at Damon with eyes full of hatred. “Coming from someone who just killed my parents, that’s fucking rich!” she growled.
“Watch your mouth,” Damon warned.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Amelia snapped. “You fucking bastard!”
Damon reached out and lifted her off the couch by her upper arm and held her so that her feet were struggling to reach the ground.
“Don’t you dare curse at me,” Damon growled.
Amelia swung her free fist in the direction of his face but Damon was faster and caught it before it could hit him. He tightened his fist around it and watched as she tried to take the pain. She opened her mouth as he continued to increase the pressure.
Amelia gasped, “I’m sorry!”
Damon lowered her to the ground again and let go of her fist as his face softened. He didn’t know why he had suddenly grown soft. Damon let go of her arm and watched as she hugged her fist close to her chest as she bowed her head. He saw her small frame shaking as her breathing quickened.
“Next time I’ll break your fist,” Damon growled.
Amelia sat down and looked at her sister again. “Is she going to be okay?” she asked in a quieter voice.
