When the Devil met the Devil's Daughter

Reunited

The demoness woke slowly, her head was pounding like a drum against her skull. She gazed around the room, searching for any hint as to where she was because thinking was too painful. Eventually, her eyes came to land on a body in the bed next to her. As her gaze moved upward, she noticed the familiar brown hair of Enzo. Suddenly, her memories of the intimate night before came flooding back.

"Fuck..."

Oh, good. You're awake.

Emily's eyes widened as a recognizable, yet daunting voice echoed around her head.

Seems we have a lot to discuss. But first, we need to leave.

Too tired and hungover to argue with what Emily believed to be her conscience, she nodded and slowly snuck out of the bed. She changed carefully as to not wake Enzo. Once she was fully dressed, she tiptoed toward the door. Just as she was about to open it, strong arms tightly wrapped around her.

"Leaving so soon, beautiful?" He whispered into Emily's ear before planting soft gentle kisses upon her lobe. He trailed those kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder, where he moved her clothing to give him better access.

Get rid of him.

The voice wasn't just menacing. It was commanding. Emily couldn't help but heed its demands.

"Enzo," Emily started, turning around in his grip with her hands tracing up his body to his neck, "I'm sorry." Before he could respond or ask what she meant, she grabbed his chin and twisted. The snapping of his neck rung out in the small room like a twig in a forest.

Good girl. Now leave.

Emily sighed, turned back to the door and opened it. Once out of the room, she made her way through the B&B and outside into her car. Though she was aware of what she was doing, it was as if her body had a mind of its own. She was merely the puppet. Someone else was pulling the strings.

"Who are you?"

Silence. Either the voice didn't want to answer or it couldn't. Both situations annoyed Emily immensely. Before she could really get angry, the car stopped. She looked out the window and saw the familiar architect of the Salvatore boarding house.

Without another thought, she got out of the car and made her way over to the front door and into the house. It was quiet, unusually so for the residents it belonged to.

Suddenly, a voice called out from down the hall, "Who is it?"

Emily was about to reply when a woman appeared from the lounge. She looked to be in her forties with straight brown hair flowing from her head to stop just below her shoulders. The woman seemed familiar, but Emily couldn't place where she had seen her before.

"Who are you?" the woman asked. She cautiously took a step towards Emily.

The demon furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. "I could ask you the same question," she said confidently.

Though her confidence was sincere, it only amused the woman. "Of course, my apologies. I am Lillian Salvatore. I am Damon's-"

"Damon and Stefan's mother..." That's why Emily recognised her. The photos. The family photos of her. There were few but she'd seen them. And yet, there was something else that nagged Emily about this woman.

"Damon said you'd been let out for Stefan's sake," Emily continued, "I hope you did what you were told to do." Though she kept a level head, a mild fury boiled up inside her.

Lillian gave Emily a polite, if not patronising, smile. "Ah, yes. Stefan is the usual Stefan now. He's turned his humanity back on..." Suddenly, she took another step forward. Her face furrowed into curiosity. "I'm sorry, have we met before?"