The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 12

Emma's pov:

"Well, well, look who are back." I cross my arms across my chest.

Watching Hardin standing there brings a flood of memories in my mind. He luring me here, killing that dude, biting into my wrist, drinking my blood...

"Edward Cullen...." I look at Hardin then at Damon. "And...Edward Cullen." I frown. They both take a step forward, I back up instinctively.

"Relax Sweetheart." Hardin says and grins cockily.

Damon rolls his eyes and pats Hardin's back. That gesture must have some hidden meaning because I see Hardin nodding. Damon then walks away somewhere inside the house.

Hardin strolls over to the couch. "Don't you have to say anything?"

I have to. But I did what isn't supposed to do in such situations.

I burst out laughing and walk over to the sofa hopping on it.

Hardin raises his brows. Just then Damon enters with two bottles of Bourbon in his hands. He sits the bottles on the table and looks between me and Hardin.

"Why the hell is she laughing?" He asks Hardin.

"Did it affect her brain or something? Normally people scream, cry out, run, pee." Hardin looks at me confused. Damon laughs and pours drinks. 

I narrow my eyes at Hardin. "You make people pee, Edward?"

"Okay enough, don't compare me with that lame excuse of a vampire." Hardin says irritated grabbing his drink.

"Goddamn wannabe. He's not real, Emma." Damon scrunches his nose.

"Bloke sparkles in sun, Damon. I'm offended." Hardin rolls his eyes. Damon laughs.

"So that's just a myth?" I ask them curiously.

"Of course. You saw me that day shirtless outside under the sun. Was I sparking?" Hardin shakes his head taking a sip from the bottle. "In reality, the Sun fries us up. It's rays are lethal to us." He explains.

My jaw drops. "But...but then, how do you guys walk under the sun all the time?" I ask.

"We've daylight rings for that." Damon answers looking over at me. "Lapis Lazuli and some witchy spells. Fun Fact: Our rings were created by your friend Bonnie's ancestor. Emily Bennett."

I rub my head. "So Bonnie really is a witch?"

"Of course. She's a witch by blood. But her magic can't be powerful right now. Given she hasn't got a community." Hardin says.

"Vampires? Witches? Now you'll say there are Werewolves? Goblins?" I roll my eyes.

"Straight no for Goblins." Hardin laughs. "Werewolves-"

"...they do exist." He finishes looking grave. I raise my brows.

"No they don't!" Damon stares at his direction. Hardin narrows his eyes.

"Know that I've been roaming around more than you." Hardin says and Damon rolls his eyes.

"So tell me everything about your powers and stuffs you can do." I ask. Damon shakes his head.

"Why are we telling all of this to her when she's eventually gonna forget everything as soon as she gets out this house?" Damon looks over at Hardin.

"I'm not gonna make her forget, Damon." Hardin tells him. Damon looks revolted. "Are you-"

"Sooner or later she'll get to know about it, brother. We can't hide this forever. Or have you started thinking like Stefan?" Hardin says bored.

"She can't handle it, the next moment she is outta here, she'll run yelling "VAMPIRE" all over the town." Damon rolls his eyes.