Samantha returns back to Mystic Falls to help her sister after her parents death. Unexpected, mysterious things started happening in the tiny town. Sudden death, bite marks, and people drained of blood appear. Sam's world has been a dull grey since...
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I barge into the Salvatore household Damon flipping through a book bigger than his brain size and he perks up his head.
"Ok, spill it," I demand, plopping beside him and he slams the book closed.
"Spill what?" he scoffs out with confusion.
"You know something about Anna, the girl who stole my sister. Damon, please, she could hurt Elena," I beg him with a kind tone and he presses his lips together, pondering for a moment.
"I hope Elena dies," he retorts harshly and I shoot him a harsh glare. I clench my fists and inhale sharply, fighting every urge not to smack him.
"How could you even say that? God, how can you be so selfish?!" I raise my voice, ripping the book out of his hands and throwing it across the room as I stand up. Damon lets out a deep sigh and stands up, towering over me.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," he mumbles out, a tone of anger popping out and I raise an eyebrow, hot rage stirring in my stomach.
"God, I know you want Katherine back that badly and you were so willing to work with us the other day. I will help you get Katherine if you help my sister," I suggest, stepping towards him.
"I wish I could believe you," Damon sighs out, rolling his eyes with annoyance. I tug off my vervain bracelet and place it down on the table. His eyes slightly widen with confusion and I gulp.
"Go ahead and ask me now, but I'm asking you to trust me, Damon," I mumble out with a weak voice and his blue eyes pierce mine. He leans towards me and a shiver runs down my spine.
He gently picks up my wrist and slides my bracelet back on. "Don't make me regret this," he demands through gritted teeth and I nod my head.
"The tomb is near the old cemetery. I'll drive," he suggests, picking up his keys from the counter and he grins widely. Damon and I climb inside his old blue car and he starts the loud engine as the sun starts down.
Damon and I pull over on the side of the road where a bunch of kids are having a party near the woods. Cold shivers form goosebumps along my arms as I slam the door shut and follow Damon into the woods.
Stefan, Elena, Bonnie, and her grams, Sheila are gathered in the cemetery. Damon whistles quietly and all their heads turn towards us.
"Good, you're here," Stefan announces, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. Elena shoots me a tiny smile and we head down the stone steps. Bonnie and her grams start chanting as Stefan sets up torches around them, giving us light.
The flames start to grow bigger and the tomb door slides open. Damon's eyes widen with surprise and Elena points her flashlight inside, trying to peek at the darkness. Damon and Elena walk inside the tomb and I grit my teeth.
"Good thing he's not coming back out," Grams comments and I snap my head towards her.
"What?!" I ask with shock and Bonnie furrows her eyebrows with confusion. Stefan rushes down the steps with wide eyes and he quickly runs inside the tomb.
" I opened the tomb. I never said anything about them coming back out," Grams announces with a stern tone and I lower my head.
"Bonnie, you have to lift that spell now! I promised him," I mumble and she nods her head, grabbing onto Grams hands. They start chanting loudly and I bite down on my bottom lip nervously.
Damon, Stefan, and Elena step outside the tomb and I let out a sigh of relief. Damon's eyes stare endlessly at the ground and a frown rests on his face.
"I'm going to take her home," Bonnie announces, grabbing onto Grams hand and leading her out of the tomb.
"I'll help you guys take Jeremy home," Stefan comments and Damon clenches his jaw, walking off to the car.
"Um, actually, I'm going to head home with Damon. Somebody needs to watch over him," I point out and Stefan nods his head, shooting me a tiny smile.
The entire drive home is silent and Damon pulls up into the driveway, turning off his car. We head inside and I carefully shut the door behind me. He plops down on the couch and a pout paints his face.
"I'm sorry, Damon. Truly," I whisper and he nods his head, his eyes glued to the fire. I take a seat next to him and pour some bourbon in a glass.
"Me too," he mumbles out with a weak voice, and I hand him the glass.
"I know," I whisper as my eyelids become heavy and I curl up into a ball.
