ℍ𝔸𝕌ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻 - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟꜱᴏɴꜱ

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

❧ house arrest ❧

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Amalie and Damon stood at the entrance of the tomb, the chill seeping from the darkened space. She kept a safe distance, conscious that one wrong step could trap her inside with Stefan and Katherine—a fate she was keen to avoid. Stefan's silhouette loomed on the opposite side.

"You trapped her in the house?" Stefan's voice echoed slightly, an edge of disbelief and irritation in his tone. He shot Damon a look that was equal parts exasperation and concern.

Damon crossed his arms, feigning nonchalance as he leaned against the wall. "It's for the best. Trust me. Elena's on a martyr tear that rivals your greatest hits. You should be glad the witch and I are even getting along for once."

Amalie stood silently, watching Damon with narrowed eyes, her expression unreadable. She hadn't said a word to him since their fight the night before. His gaze flicked to her for an instant, his jaw tightening, but he quickly returned his attention to Stefan. He threw a bag over the tomb barrier.

"I brought you this," he said, his tone dripping with mock cheerfulness. "Care package: candles, lanterns, and...lunch." He held up a bottle of blood, the dark red liquid gleaming faintly in the light. Stefan's eyes flicked to the bottle, but his expression was wary as he looked from Damon to Amalie.

"If you give that to me, I'm just going to have to share it with her." Stefan nodded toward the shadows where Katherine stood, leaning against the wall with an amused smirk, her arms crossed as she observed the exchange.

Damon's expression soured at the mention of Katherine. "Yeah, no thanks," he muttered, holding the bottle a little tighter as if it might slip from his grasp.

Katherine stepped forward, her eyes glinting with mocking amusement. "You guys are surprisingly calm, considering Klaus will hunt you down and kill you if you mess with his little plan."

Damon didn't even flinch. "I've been dead before," he said, shrugging casually. "Got over it."

Amalie rolled her eyes, though her focus was on Stefan. His worry was obvious, the creases in his brow deep as he stood on the other side of the entrance, his gaze occasionally drifting to the distance, as if he could see Elena from within the tomb.

"Once we deal with the moonstone," Damon continued, "we'll figure out a way to get you out."

Stefan shook his head, stepping back into the shadows of the tomb. "Don't worry about me. Just make sure Elena's safe."

Amalie huffed, tossing her own bag through the entrance, the fabric sliding across the cold stone floor toward Stefan. "I brought you some books and stuff," she said, her tone casual but tinged with discomfort. "So you don't lose your mind in there."

Stefan's expression softened in surprise, genuine gratitude flickering in his eyes as he met her gaze. "Thank you, Amalie," he said, his tone sincere. The unexpected warmth in his voice caught her off guard, but she nodded, keeping her face neutral.

Damon watched the exchange with a faint smirk before he turned to leave, but he glanced over his shoulder at Stefan, his tone laced with the usual sarcasm. "Don't go doing anything heroic. It's a bad look." He cast a knowing glance in Katherine's direction, the disdain clear.