Emily Ashworth is just getting settled into college, making new friends, when all of sudden her entire life changes. Who would have thought, the town sociopath would be the one to help her through everything when she needed it most...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
For the fifth time that evening, Damon was stood outside her room, trying to persuade her to come out and speak to Kai. He hadn't mentioned anything about the fact that Kai had offered to help bring his Mother back if Emily spoke to him. That would probably make her more angry, knowing she was being used as a bargaining tool.
"Please Emily, The guy just wants to apologise, that's all. Let him say his bit then he can go and not come back again. You never have to see him again."
Emily sat on her bed, her journal in front of her which she had been writing in for the past hour. She tucked the journal under her pillow and sighed to herself. She couldn't stay locked in here forever, avoiding Kai. But she didn't want to speak to him. Not now at least. What she needed was to get out of this house. Get away from the claustraphobic feeling of people crowding her, wondering if she's okay, wondering what's actually wrong with her. She was like a bomb about to explode and she had to get out.
She opened the bedroom door to see Damon standing there, about to knock yet again. "Finally!" he let out an over-exaggerated sigh. "Now, just go listen to what he has to say and we can get on with everything." "No." Damon looked at her, a confused look on his face. "What do you mean, no?" He looked pissed. Emily pushed past him and down the stairs into the sitting room. Her friends were all sat there, and Kai. She didn't look at him. She walked into the room and saw him stand up ready to walk towards her, expecting her to let him speak. She just held her hand up in his face. "I'm NOT here to speak to you." He backed away, nodding his head, sitting back down.
"Girls" she said, turning to her three female friends. "I need to get out of here. Who's going to join me for a drink?" All three girls started mumbling different things, but mostly all saying that it wasn't a good idea to leave the house. "Fine! If no one wants to come with me, I'll go myself!" She walked back upstairs slamming the door behind her and started getting ready. She pulled on a leather skirt and one of her favourite tops. She did her makeup quickly, applying red lipstick to her lips. She was going to make the most of this whole Vampire situation whether the others liked it or not. She buckled her high heels at the ankle and pulled on her favourite leather jacket, giving herself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving her room.
As she walked down the stairs, everyone came running to the bottom, attempting to dissuade her from leaving. Bonnie grabbed her arm as she walked towards the door. She looked at her friend, about to say something then she stopped herself. "Just be careful Em, okay?" "I'll be fine Bonnie. I just need some space."
She stepped out of the front door, quickly glancing behind to see all her friends standing there still. And him. That handsome, rogueish face, staring back at her. She saw the briefest of smiles on his lips before she turned and left.
She walked into the bar alone. Feeling exposed. She never went drinking without her friends. She probably should have stayed home, but she just couldn't bare to be stuck there any longer. She climbed up onto a bar stool and waved the bartender over. "Tequila please. Three." "No problem. Waiting on friends?" He smiled and asked. "Nope. Just little old me, on my own, drinking shots of tequila!" She laughed to herself. She was so pathetic... Alone in a bar, drinking tequila.
She pulled out her phone to see several messages from her friends. All checking she was okay. She ignored them. Let them worry, she thought. She was tired of thinking about everyone elses feelings all the time. As she was about to put her phone back in her pocket she heard a ping. She looked down at her phone. There was a message from a number she didn't recognised. As she opened the message to read she knew who it was straight away.
"Hey. I know you don't want to speak to me and I don't blame you, but I just need to explain. Let me know where you are and we can talk. Please. P.S You looked really lovely." She sighed to herself. He must have got her number from one the others. She shoved her phone back into her pocket, ignoring the message.
3 tequilas later, she already felt pretty tipsy. She ordered a water to quench her thirst. Just after the bartender brought it over to her, her phone started ringing. She looked at the screen - Stefan. She didn't want to speak to anyone, but Stefan at least understood how she was feeling and probably just genuinely wanted to make sure she was okay. She hesitantly answered. "Stefan. What do you want?" "Hey. I just wanted to check in on you. You've not been replying to anyones messages and they're all a bit worried. Is everything okay?" "Yup! All perfect. I'm sat in a bar, drinking tequila alone like the loser I am" she chuckled to herself. "Okay. Just.... take it easy okay. We all want you back in one piece." "I'm fine Stefan. I super powerful remember. I can protect myself. I don't need you guys looking out for me all the time." "I know Emily, but you don't have full control of your powers yet. Just... be careful okay?" "I will be. Bye Stefan" She hung up the phone and jumped down from her stool. She needed some fresh air.
As she stepped outside into the street it suddenly brought back memories of everything that had happened. That first night, being attacked in the alleyway, then being turned into a Vampire. Waking up the next morning her room engulfed in flames which she had caused in her sleep. All the moments after that Kai had spent trying to help her get control of her powers. Trying to figure out what her powers even were. No. She shook the thoughts away, remembering what had just happened earlier. He had tried to kill her. He wasn't a good person.
She looked up to see someone walking past her. He was a good looking guy. Dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He smiled as he walked past and she smiled back. She was hungry. With everything that had been happening, she had barely had any blood since she turned. She felt absolutely starving. The handsome man turned towards her. "Hey. Whats a pretty thing like you doing all on your own?" He asked her. "Well, I'm not on my own anymore, am I?" she smirked at him. She quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the alleyway behind the bar.
"Whoa. Okay....!" He laughed, pulling her towards him. Their lips crashed together and she bit down slightly on his bottom lip, drawing blood. As soon as she tasted it, she wanted more. She felt the veins appearing under her eyes and her fangs pierced the thin skin on his neck. He cried out in pain, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She wanted to drain him dry.
Suddenly there were strong arms around her waist pulling her backwards. She turned to push the person away then realised who it was. Kai. "What are you doing here Kai? Can't you see I'm busy?" She shouted in his face angrily. "I can see that Emily. But I don't think you really want to do this. You're not a killer." He looked worriedly into her eyes. "Yes, I am. Look at me!" She bared her fangs to him and the veins appeared under her eyes again. "I'm a monster!" she shouted. He didn't look scared of her. He just looked at her with a soft smile on his face. "No. You're not. You are NOT a monster Emily." He put his hands on either of her shoulders. "You are one of the most loyal, caring, honest people I've ever met. WHAT you are, doesn't define WHO you are. You know that better than anyone Emily." There was a soothing tone to his voice. She felt a warm feeling in her belly and a wave of calm washed over her. With that she collapsed into his arms, sobbing. "I don't know who I am anymore Kai...." "Well, then we need to find out." He said, cautiously placing an arm around her, gently stroking her hair that fell down her back. "Come on. Lets get you home..."
