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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"Care for a victory drink?" Damon asks, walking into the kitchen of the Gilbert house carrying a large bottle of bourbon.
"A victory drink for what? Killing the entire Original family?" I scoff out and he knits his thick eyebrows together. He pours himself a drink and takes a large sip, shrugging his shoulders with carelessness.
I want to kill Klaus, but not the others. Klaus is our main problem, not the others. They deserve to live their lives without any other problems.
Damon walks over to the counter and I let out a tiny scoff.
"Who's that?" Damon asks, raising his eyebrows with shock. My eyes lock onto the picture of my father that I recently put out that's currently in his hands. His blue orbs trail over it and I raise an eyebrow.
"My father. Why? Do you recognize him?" I ask curiously and Damon lowers his head, shaking it with denial. I let out a tiny chuckle and glance away from him.
"I'll be back. I need to go grab something from upstairs," I mumble out, quickly heading up the stairs.
I head inside my room and grab onto my purse, then head back downstairs. The front door opens and Stefan walks inside. Damon marches over to his brother with clenched fists and he leads him into living room.
"Um, I think we may have a problem. By problem I mean the world might blow up kind of problem," Damon explains nervously and I press my back into the wall, hiding behind the wall.
Stefan shoots him a firm glance and crosses his arms over his chest. "What?" Stefan asks, stepping forward with interest.
Damon holds up the picture of my father and my stomach twists into uneasy knots.
"This man is Samantha's father. I killed her dad 20 years ago," Damon reveals and my heart sinks down into my stomach. My jaw drops open and I quickly slap my hand over my mouth, trying to not let out any sounds.
"Oh my God," Stefan mumbles out, running his hand over his face.
"I know it's bad, okay? But I think I can hold off on that for a bit seeing as how Esther is channeling a huge amount of power from the Bennett witches," Damon explains and Stefan shakes his head.
"We need to call Bonnie. There's got to be a way for her to stop Esther from channeling all that power," Stefan announces and I gulp.
"Can't draw power from a dead battery," Damon shrugs his shoulders and the tears wavier in my eyes.
"Kill them," Stefan states with disappointment, lowering his head.
"Why? So you can kill somebody's parent?" I ask, stepping out from behind the staircase. Damon whips his head towards me and his eyes widen.
"Sam," Damon calls out, reaching out his hand towards me. I quickly stumble back and I shake my head with denial, the tears burning my eyes.
"No, nothing you say can save you now," I announce, storming up and raising my hand to slap him. Suddenly Stefan grabs onto my wrist and holds me back. I scoff loudly and squirm against his tight grip.
"Go. One of us needs to try and stop Esther," Stefan gives him a reassuring nod and Damon whooshes through the door. I glare up into Stefan's soft eyes and the tears roll down my cheeks.
"Why did you do that?!" I raise my voice and Stefan lowers his head.
"They have Elena, they'll kill her if we don't stop Esther. I'm sorry," Stefan comments with kindness and I collapse onto my knees. The color drains from my face and my breath shudders.
"You don't understand, Stefan. I came home and found my dad dead on the floor. God, I thought he died from a natural cause, but he was murdered in cold blood by a vampire," I mumble out with a trembling voice, the tears stinging my cheeks as they roll down.
"I know. I'm sorry," he tries to plead with me, our eyes meeting.
"He killed my dad, Stefan! I hate him!" I sob out and a wide frown forms on Stefan's face. His eyes flicker over me and concern becomes permanently laced in his forest green eyes. His hand closed around my wrist pulls me into him and my head sinks down into his shoulder.
I grit my teeth and my stomach churns as I grip onto Stefan tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.
