Alina's Past Lives.

A Dagger To Kill.

I knocked on the door as I clutched my purse in my hand. I was dressed in a deep red dress that cut off a few inches from my behind with heels that exaggerated my long legs even more so than they already appeared. The door flew open a second later and Damon stood on the other side; an unreadable expression on his face. I had to admit he looked great. He was wearing a grey button up shirt and black jeans but saying that he always looked good. We stood in silence for a few tension filled moments neither one of us willing to break it. "Did you mean what you said?" He finally asked as his face turned sort of vulnerable. "Which part?" I asked playing dumb. "The part about not being my friend." I shrugged. "I'm still trying to decide." I said harshly. "I'm sorry for what I said. I just don't want to see you get hurt." He said softly. "I can take care of myself Damon." I assured him. "I know you can but-" He never got to finish that sentence though as someone cut him off. "Lina!" Chase called as he jogged up the driveway towards me. He pulled me in to a quick hug and gave me a kiss on the cheek before pulling back to look at me up and down. "Wow, you look great." "Great?" Damon scoffed. "She looks gorgeous, beautiful, and sexy. But great doesn't even come close." I smiled at Damon a bit as he glared at Chase. Chase wrapped his arm around my waist almost possessively. Damon stepped aside allowing us to come in. As we walked past him and in to the house I could feel Damon's eyes on my back. "Lina," Jenna smiled as she pulled me in to a hug. "I wasn't sure you were still going to come after earlier." "Nah, I was just having a bad morning and not to mention Jeremy kicked me out of the house." I replied. "Why?" Jenna asked. "He has a date but I'm pretty sure it's a secret so don't mention anything." Jenna smirked as he head bobbed up and down. "Got it." Jenna smiled "Who's Jeremy?" Chase questioned. "My brother." I answered. "I didn't know you had a brother." Chase said. "Well clearly you don't know her very well." Damon commented as he slid up beside us. "Well now that everyone's here, let's eat." Just as we were about to sit down the doorbell went again. "I'll get it." I said as I walked towards the door but as soon as I opened it I instantly regretted it. "John." "Who invited him?" Jenna questioned annoyed as she stood beside me. "John, what a surprise. Leave." Damon said as he came and stood beside me. "Well when Jenna told me she was coming to a dinner party with Elijah I decided I couldn't miss out on all the fun and games." John replied while Jenna glared at him before walking away. "There's not going to be any games tonight John. It's just a friendly dinner party." Rick told him. "So you can just leave." I spat as I gestured to the door. "And to think we were getting along only a few days ago." "You screwed that up not me." I justified. "Well either way I'm staying." He replied as he pushed past me and entered and walked straight in to the dining room with Rick following closely behind. Damon slowly shut the door before he turned around to look at me. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned. "Just peachy." I muttered as I walked in to the dining room to take my seat next to Chase. "If your friends try anything tonight-" Elijah whispered in my ear but I cut him off. "Even Damon's not that stupid." "Well let's hope so because even though you and I have this deal if you so much as make a move to cross me I will kill everyone in this house. Are we clear?" "Crystal, but I can assure you that Damon won't do anything that will put the people I love in danger." I turn to him. "But just to be clear," I began as I looked Elijah in his eyes. "If you hurt anyone in this house that I care about I will take you down myself." I whispered. Elijah nodded his head with a smirk once before turning his attention back to the conversation that was going on. I looked across at Damon who was sitting directly across from me and narrowed my eyes knowing he was listening to the whole whispered convocation. His eyes were locked on Elijah and a small smile played at his lips but then he saw me watching him and his smile dropped immediately and he focused on the food in front of him. "Hate to break it to you Damon but according to Elijah your family is so not a founder of this town." Jenna said. "Hmm, do tell." Damon said as his head snapped up to meet Elijah's. "Well as I was telling Jenna earlier a fraction of Salem migrants migrated here after the witch trials in the 1690s. Over the next hundred years they developed this community here they could feel safe under prosecution." Elijah explained. "Hmm, because they were witches." Jenna smirked. "There's no tangible proof that there were witches in Salem." Andy corrected as she sipped her wine. "Andy's a journalist, big on facts." Damon added. "Witches do sound unrealistic to me." Chase added. "There's no proof. So as far as I'm concerned there not real." He added. "Witches have magic clearly there not gunna let themselves be caught." I defended. "So you seriously think witches exist?" Chase question skeptically. "I believe they're as real as you and I but they're smart they don't just run around casting spells they do it in secret." I said in almost frustration. "Next you'll be saying vampires and werewolves are real too." He laughed and I began to feel hot again like something inside of me wanted to break through, to break free. "Who are we to say there not." Damon smirked in my direction. "You're a believer too." He scoffed. "The law says that there was this wave of anti-witch starrier that broke out in the neighbouring settlement. These witches were rounded up tied to stakes and burned. Some say you could hear the screams form miles away." Elijah explained. "Yeah, I wouldn't repeat that to the historical society." Jenna laughed. "It's starting to sound a little like a ghost story to me." John said. "Well no one asked for your opinion." I replied. "So why do you want to know the location of this massacre?" Damon questioned ignoring John. "I don't know," Elijah shrugged. "A healthy historian's curiosity of course." He shrugged it off. "Of course." Damon agreed.