Metanoia - A journey of changing one's heart, mind, or way of life.
Emalyn Gilbert never knew what her purpose was, all she knew was that someday she would find it. A journey full of doppelgangers, vampires, witches, and death was not what she had i...
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Lyn pushed open the door to the Salvatore house and walked inside. "Elena! Damon!" She called. Elena rushed down the stairs, Damon hot on her tail. "I come bearing gifts: Clean clothes, toiletries, and, best of all, coffee."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Elena cried, taking the paper cup into her hands and sighing in contentment at the taste.
"Where's mine?" Damon retorted, smirking slyly. Lyn matched his smirk as she pulled out a bottle of bourbon. She relished in the shocked look Damon had on his face. He took the bottle, weighed his options for a moment, and then took a sip. "Ah, the good stuff." He then looked at her suspiciously. " A. Why are you giving this to me? B. How did you get this?" Lyn chuckled a little.
"Well, you saved Elena from complete and utter embarrassment at the pageant."
"Hey!" Lyn ignored Elena's comment.
"So, I thought you had earned a token of my gratitude."
"You're avoiding the question of how you got this." Damon pointed out.
"Well, right about now, Uncle John will be finding that his prized bottle of bourbon has mysteriously gone missing," Lyn smirked.
"I like your style, Spite-y." Lyn rolled her eyes at the nickname. Elena raced up the stairs to put on the clothes that Lyn had brought.
"How is he?" She asked quietly.
"The same," Damon replied. If Lyn was anyone else, she would've believed the nonchalant look he was putting on, but she had been reading emotions from the day she turned seven. He was hurting over this. She knew he was. She was tempted to push, but she and Damon weren't quite at that stage in their relationship yet.
"So, did you figure out what Pearl gave you yet?"
"Nope." He replied. "Whatever it is, it doesn't work."
"Did she say anything else about it?"
"Just that she thought it was his vampire detector, but that was a pocket watch. That Jonathan Gilbert was a crazy scientist. Have you spoken to your uncle lately?" He turned to face her.
"Not since the night of the pageant. I've been avoiding him." She admitted.
"Clearly not entirely." He told her, holding up the bourbon.
Elena came down the stairs at that moment, bathed and fully dressed. She may have looked refreshed, but both Damon and Lyn could see the struggle in her eyes.
"Will you be here again tonight?" Damon asked her.
"Is that a problem?" She retorted.
"Yes. You're a complete nuisance."
"I'll see you later." She told him and she and Lyn left for school.
