The Mikaelson Bloodline

Chapter 4

Izabelah's POV

When I woke up, I was lying in bed wearing a nighty and Damon was stood by the wall, taking things down. "D, Dae?" I whispered, my voice not going any louder than that. Great, I lost my voice, stupid screaming and being stabbed through the chest.

He turned right away, seeing I was awake and then coming onto the bed, supporting my head as I tried to sit up. "Hey, Iz, how you feeling?"

"Like someone I cared about stabbing me in the chest." I gave a dry laugh that ended in me coughing. "Oh, that happened..."

"Yeah, nice joking." He sighed, looking at me as though he couldn't quite believe I was still there. And then Elena walked in. "Just can't stay away, can you?"

She just shrugged. "You've been dodging my calls, and I was worried about Grams, she was carried in by Ric covered in blood."

"Yeah well, busy looking after my bleeding and dying girlfriend." He muttered, helping me to sit up.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Damon shook his head. "Happy Birthday Elena, Stefan stabbed Izzi through the heart with a silver dagger after you told him what her weakness was. Cake?"

"He called me, Damon, Grams." Elena told us as I got to my feet, shaking.

"What?"

"Stefan called me last night. Or Rosie, one of them."

Rosie... "Well, what'd he say?" I demanded, desperate to know, to be sure that my sister was safe.

"He didn't say anything, but it was one of them. I asked Sheriff Forbes if she would trace the call's origin. It came from Tennessee."

"Where he's binge drinking on country folk." Damon told her, and I could see that he had given up, and I could see why. I'd given up on Stefan, but not on Rosalyn. "We went through this, Elena, Stefan's gone. I don't mean geographically."

"If he was gone, he wouldn't have called." Elena told us simple, and I got angry then, burning the board of everything from the past 2 months. That was his way of finding his brother, it was time to try my method to find my sister. Izzi was taking a break and Izabelah the Immortal Witch was back.

And now Elena was in the water, and I was stuck in shorts and a tank top, which weren't even mine because I didn't own anything hiking appropriate. "Grams! Damon! How are you even here?" She demanded, looking up at us from the water.

"Thanks for the tip, brother." Damon smiled at Alaric, who was lowering the cross bow he had instinctively pointed at us. I wasn't in the mood for this today.

Elena glared at him. "You sold me out!"

"You think I'd take you to a mountain range of werewolves on a full moon without backup?" He asked her, and I agreed. I was the only one who couldn't die here.

I looked back at my granddaughter, still staring defiantly up at us. "Get out of the water, Elena."

"If I get out of the water, you're gonna make me go home." She retorted, folding her arms. Ooo, she was far too much like Katherine right now.

"Yes, because we're not idiots like you!" Damon shouted down at her.

Alaric spoke up from behind us. "Right now, you're all acting like idiots." He was so not helping.

"You gave up on Stefan, Damon, are you giving up on Rosalyn, Izabelah?" Elena asked, and it took everything I had not to set fire to the water right then. My sister was everything to me.