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DAMON WAS ALIVE AND EMERY did, in fact, leave town with Klaus and Stefan as per the deal.  The witch didn't get time to say goodbye to anyone— neither did Stefan. But they couldn't bring themselves to care considering they were doing this for a good cause and the last thing either of them wanted was for Klaus to know that Elena was alive.

It has been two months since she has last spoken to any of her friends or family. Being on the road with Klaus and Stefan has proven to be very exhausting for Emery.

One, the fact that they'd fight every ten minutes like children were annoying. Second, Klaus would talk to her and make small conversations, acting like he didn't murder her aunt. Weirdly enough, Emery found herself engaging into those conversations since she was bored and had absolutely nothing else to do.

Over the countable amount of sleep she's had, she's only ever dreamt of one thing— more like a person, really and it was Klaus. For some reason, she kept having those weird dreams about him but it was nothing sexual. She could hardly remember what she'd see in them but she knew he was there. She decided to keep it to herself.

Emery was sitting in the car as she waited for Klaus and Stefan to come back once they were done getting the location of a werewolf who went by the name Ray's location.

She was told to stay in the car by the hybrid and she didn't argue, knowing it would be pointless for her to be out there anyway. However, she was getting bored waiting for them.

Emery was mindlessly toying with the rings on her fingers when Klaus slid back into the driver's seat next to her whille screams coming from inside the house filled her ears making her turn her head towards the window to look at what was happening.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything. A frown settled onto her lips as she turned to Klaus, "what's going on?"

"Stefan is having dinner," Klaus replied with an amused smirk on his face. Emery rolled her eyes at his choice of words but decided to say nothing as she went back to play with her rings. "Bored, are we?"

"Yes and I have a feeling I'll be for a while," she muttered, pausing her actions with a sigh. "Why can't I just go home? Stefan wasn't kidding when he said that I'm useless. I mean, you saw it. Two months and all I did was tag along."

"Well, I haven't seen enough," Klaus spoke, his tone making it clear that he had no intention of letting her go. "Let me make this clear, Emery— you're not going anywhere so stop trying to convince me otherwise."

"I was just saying," she rolled her eyes, "shouldve at least let me grab my fucking sketchbook before leaving. It would've kept me busy."

"We can get you another one if that's what you want," Klaus suggested, bringing his hands up to rest them on the steering wheel, "could've said that earlier though."

"Yeah," she muttered, "I did not feel like asking you for anything."

"Your loss."

"I've missed my therapy sessions," she mumbled harshly under her breath, "and let's not forget school and exams and—"

"— Therapy sessions?" Klaus interrupted her sentence and turned to look at her with raised brows, "why ever would you need a therapist? They're completely useless."

"I need a therapist because— well, I don't know, let's see," her voice were filled with sarcasm, "I watched my aunt and sister get murdered by some maniac, who by the way, I'm in the same car as—"

"— I had to do it," He cut her mid-sentence once again, "I needed to break my curse. You have no idea how it feels like... I felt imprisoned, I've been waiting to do that for over years. And you know what?" He clicked his tongue, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as they waited for Stefan, "I don't regret it."

"I'm not expecting you to," Emery muttered, "you just didn't have to kill Jenna. You did it out of spite— because you're a dick."

"I did it because Damon interfered," Klaus resonated with a small shrug, "remember how I was supposed to kill you? Well, I decided on going for Jenna."

"See?" Emery scoffed, "you're an asshole who goes around murdering people, destroying families as a hobby and daggers his own family, letting their bodies rot in coffins while he travels around the world. It's selfish and stupid and—" 

She was cut off when he placed a hand over her jaw, turning her face to look at him. "— Don't talk when you don't know anything," he spoke through gritted teeth.

Emery huffed and shoved his hand away from her face, "I know enough."

Klaus parted his lips, about to say something when Stefan opened the door to the backseat and slid in. Emery glanced at him, cringing at his appearance. He had blood smeared all over his hands, face and clothes.

"Had fun?" Klaus's tone was taunting as he stared at him through the rearview mirror.

"Let's just go," Stefan mumbled, refusing to look at either of them. He settled on looking at his hands in his lap.

"We should stop at a motel or something," Emery suggested, "I'm human, remember? I don't feed on blood. I need shower, food and sleep."

"I have an idea," Klaus looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's just go back inside that house and spend the night. I'm pretty sure they have food and all."

"You're joking, right?" Emery asked with slightly widened eyes, "there's blood and dead bodies probably everywhere."

"Of course, I'm kidding—" Klaus rolled his eyes before he straightened himself in his seat, "— there's probably a motel somewhere around. Let's see."

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ━━ KLAUS MIKAELSONWhere stories live. Discover now