Emma Fell hated being immortal. She spent every day wishing she could go back to her life when her heart would still beat. She missed her mother and father. She missed Mystic Falls. Worst of all, she missed Damon Salvatore.
Maybe this is why she nev...
Heyyyy guys!! This is the last chapter before we finally start to move into the actual plot of the show!!!!! Eek!!!
There gonna be just a bunch of time skips in this part. Mostly to get me to where I want to end off story wise before we get to the good stuff, so bear with me here.
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Six Months Later
Emma nearly cried when her feet hit the solid ground of England.
Needless to say the journey on the boat was less than enjoyable. About two days into the voyage she discovered that the endless rocking of the waves made her nauseous, and the constant monotony of sea travel nearly drove her insane. The combination of the two made her seriously consider tossing herself into the water.
The port where they landed was busy. Several people were rushing around her, either trying to find their luggage or loved ones. Throughout the noise of the bustle were fisherman calling out about their morning catch that was for sale. The scramble of it all was both overwhelming and exciting.
"Emma! I need you to help me." She heard her mother call out to her. Honoria was currently hobbling down from the ship, struggling to balance with her now large belly.
They had discovered she was with child about two months after they departed. It was a miracle she had conceived at her age, and an even bigger miracle that the pregnancy had made it through the six month journey. The pregnancy had made the journey even worse, but Emma could not contain her excitement at possibly having a sibling.
Emma rushed over to her mother, grabbing her hand and guiding her down the final steps to the ground. Her mother let out a sigh of relief. The journey had been even worse for Emma's mother, having had to push through the grueling early months of pregnancy on a ship.
Her mother was determined to see her sister. It had been years since the sisters had seen each other. On top of that, Honoria was seeking her sisters comfort through the final months of her pregnancy. Emmas father would not be aware of his wife's condition until well after the delivery of the child. So all the older woman had was her sister and daughter.
"Alright, my dear, let us find our carriage," spoke Honoria as she began walking towards where the luggage was being unloaded.
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One Month in England
Life in England was not too bad. Honoria's sister, Mary, was very kind. Her husband, Anthony, was nice enough, but he was often away from business.
The woman were eating breakfast. Emma was not very hungry, she usually wasn't in the mornings. She worked her way slowly through a pastry, listening to the soft clinking of silverware in plates. Mary cleared her throat, gaining the attention of Emma before she began to speak.
