The Devious Amelia Salvatore (2013 Watty Awards)

The Worst Wake Up Call

I woke up to a loud bang downstairs. “Ugh! Just give me a break!” I said to myself. I walked downstairs running a hand through my hair as I said, “Can you keep it down? I’m trying to sleep!” No answer. I walked down the remaining sets of stairs till I found Katherine getting up from a broken coffee table as well as Stefan getting up from a broken chair. “What are you doing? Not the chair! I loved that chair” I said as I faked a sniffle. “Sorry Amelia, I had too. Stefan wasn’t playing with me” Katherine remarked as she dusted herself off. “I wonder why. Maybe it’s because you’re manipulative and b!tchy to anyone you meet? I don’t know I went out on a limb” I said shrugging. “Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!” Damon said as he walked down the stairs. I laughed at him as Katherine just glared at him signaling her anger. Katherine then pounced on me, tackling me to the ground. “This is officially the worst wakeup call in the history of wakeup calls. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I’m wide awake now” I whined as Damon just smirked his signature smirk as he grabbed Katherine off of me and slammed her against the wall. I clapped as Katherine grunted in pain as a piece of the wall was plunged into her stomach. Damon then passed Katherine of too Stefan as Damon stood by me watching this awesome fight. Stefan then threw Katherine into the back wall where the alcohol was stashed. Then everything happened in slow motion. Damon and I both followed where Katherine was as we both yelled in unison, “No! Not the Bourbon!” Katherine slide against the table of alcohol, knocking it all over. Damon and I looked at each other, then at the alcohol, then each other, and then the alcohol as Katherine ran out of the house at vampire speed. Damon and I ran together towards the alcohol as he commented, “The one thing that I actually like in this house and it ends up broken, really?” I laughed as Stefan went to go take a quick shower leaving Damon and I to get started on the mess. “Amelia?” Damon said. “Yes Damon?” I responded. “We need to talk” He said seriously. “About?” I said as I acted confused. “Look, I don’t want to say it so you better know what I’m talking about” Damon said sitting on the couch that was never broken surprisingly. “Fine, what do you want to know?” I said looking at him.

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