The Youngest Gilbert (New Rewrite)

End Of Us

Y/n walks around town, trying to clear her head to figure out a way to tell Damon about what's been happening when she gets a call from Bonnie, telling her to go to the Gilbert house as soon as she can, when she arrives at the front door about to knock.
Bonnie opens the door grabs her arm and pulls her into the front door quickly.

Elena, Rebekah, Caroline, Stephen and Elijah are sitting in the living room with concerned looks on her face. Elena runs up to her sister hugging her tightly.

"Whoa what's going on?" Y/n asks hugging Elena back.

"The Witches, some of them found out about the connection spell and they think you're a curse" Bonnie tells her concerned.

"What does that mean?" Y/n asks concerned.

"They're trying to protect you from the others who are wanting to take the connection away" Bonnie explains.

"How would they take the connection away?" Caroline asks confused.

"Killing her" Elijah speaks up pointing at Y/n.

"What do I do?" Y/n asks scared for her safety.

"Have you told Damon?" Elena asks.

"No..I don't know what to say" Y/n says sighing sadly.

"When me and Damon started dating I knew I loved him..but this connection spell could take me away from him and I can't even imagine not being with him" Y/n says sadly.

"We're going to help you, we're going to figure this out" Elena says holding her sister's hand comfortingly.

Y/n looks at her friends smiling feeling lucky to have such supportive friends.

Later that day Y/n walks into the Salvatore Manor taking a deep breath.

"Damon!" she calls looking around.

"Hello love" Damon says appearing beside her kissing her cheek walking over to the arm chair sitting down.

"We need to talk" she says nervously.

He looks up at her seeing the nervous expression on her face.

"About what?" he asks raising his eyebrows.

She takes a breath looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Hey what's going on?" he asks softly walking towards her.

She shakes her head trying to hide the tears, he moves closer to her holding her hands.
"I have a spell put on me" she says quietly avoiding his eyes.

He looks at her confused trying to meet her eyes.

"What?" he asks stepping closer to her.

"I have a spell, a connection spell put on me...it's a spell that connects me to the person I'm supposed to end up with" she explains nervously.

"A connection spell, like a werewolf with their mate?" he asks running his hand through his hair pacing back and forth.

"Yeah, my ancestors put a spell on me that connects me to that person for life and when I meet them I'm supposed to immediately know it's them and...I'm supposed to be entranced with them" she explains further.

"Entranced? I knew this was too good to be true" he sighs.

"Damon I love you and I don't want anyone else, I don't care who my person is" she tries to assure him.

"What if he's human...Y/n I love you but all you're going to get with me is living together and marriage" he sighs looking away.

"Damon-" she steps closer.

"Y/n I think you should listen to your ancestors" he tells her not meeting her tearful eyes.

"Damon- you don't mean that" she quietly mutters feeling tears pool on her lash line.

"Yes I do" he sighs.

"Damon I love our life and I want to be with you" her voice cracks with emotion watching the person she loves not looking at her.

"Maybe I don't want to be with you" he tells her avoiding her eyes.

"What?" she looks at him with a mixture of shock and sadness.

"I don't want to be with you" he repeats.

"Look at me and tell me then" she tearfully begs.

Damon turns around staring into her red tearful eyes.

"I don't want to be with you!" he angrily repeats.

Y/n looks into his eyes not seeing the same gentle gaze they always held for her now their dark and angry, she looks at the floor wiping her tears away and does what she's always done. Fake being fine.

"Fine- then you don't have to be with me" she stands up taller walking out of the room without another word or look.

Damon walks over to the bar picking up his scotch and pouring himself a drink waiting until the liquid is right at the top of the glass and with one swig of the drink it's gone, he stares at the wall in front of him raising the glass and smashing it into pieces.