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 leaned her back against the brick wall of the cellar. She kept her eyes trained on Elijah's desiccated form. Much to her pleasure, as soon as she had removed the dagger from his heart, the pains in her own chest had dissipated. She was still watching him when he let out a loud and dramatic gasp, his body arching. "Elijah, Elijah," She hurried over to him, her hands hovering above his body.
"Tatia," Lyn frowned at the name before she realized that it must have been the doppelganger originally used to bind the curse.
"No, no, it's Lyn."
"Oh my god," The grey veins on his skin were slowly fading away but his complexion remained ashy. He put his head back on the floor and for a moment he remained motionless. Then his body spasmed and he got to his feet. "I can't–I can't breathe. What's happening to me?" He attempted to rush out of the cellar but ended up slamming into the wall. Lyn winced, worrying of what would happen if Stefan and Damon woke up. "I can't...I can't be in this house,"
"You're not invited in," Lyn whispered.
"Then get me out of here," He half growled. He slammed into another wall before vanishing out of the room. Lyn grabbed a blood bag and hurried after him. When she got to the entryway, he was crouched right on the porch. "What happened?"
Lyn shook her head and pointed upstairs before tapping her ear, indicating that Stefan and Damon could hear. "I'll tell you. But not here," She whispered. "You can trust me," She promised and confidently took a step out of the house, surprising Elijah. It was clear to her that he had expected her to wait behind the safety of the threshold. She opened up her hand and revealed the dagger, offering it to him. He eyed her for a moment before he took the dagger.
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"You look better," Lyn commented, watching as Elijah drained a blood bag and color returned to his complexion. Elijah pulled the blood bag from his lips and looked at her for a moment before he spoke up.
"Where did they get the dagger?" He asked.
Straight to business, then. "John. He knew about it from the Gilbert journals and saw it as a way to get both you and Damon out of the equation." She explained, her voice unsteady. She was trying to remain calm but she was in the same place as Elijah for the first time since discovering they were soulmates.
"Hmmm,"
"They were idiots to dagger you," She told him honestly. He looked back at her, curiosity and amusement in his features.
"But you are far smarter than them," He said, a coy smile playing on his lips. Lyn looked down to hide the wild blush on her cheeks. She cleared her throat before she continued.
"I know that you don't owe us anything, but–" A loud buzzing cut of their conversation. Lyn looked down and rolled her eyes; Elena was calling. "One second."
"Lyn? Where are you? Are you okay?" Elena's voice was quick and panicked.
"I'm fine, Elena,"
"Where's Elijah?" The question sounded more like a demand.
