#matt donavan

So now, you were drowning out your sorrows at Mystic Grill, sparking up conversations with Matt as he was working the bar this evening. When he wasn’t serving other customers, he was cleaning glasses and talking to you. 

“What’s gotcha down, (Y/Nickname)?” Matt asks, using your favorite nickname that only your closest friends use, as he leans forward on the counter across from you. 

“Oh, nothing,” You answer, leaning your head on your fist, your arm bent across the bar. You held a toothpick between your fingers as you traced random lines and shapes around the wood. “Just the usual. Work, mostly, among other things.” You shrugged, continuing your invisible art.

You always thought Matt, as one of your best friends, had this intuition, as if he knew almost if not everything about you. What you didn’t know was that he knew the one thing that you hadn’t told a single person, the one thing you didn’t want anyone to know. And, although he didn’t like the certain fact, he vowed to always be there for you, despite the situations you refused to tell him or anyone else about.

That’s why when he glances over at the door to see Damon waltzing in, Matt continued to keep up the conversation, keeping his eyes on the man that stole your heart without even knowing.

Damon immediately spotted you at the bar, his brain sensing your presence the second he walked in. He noticed a melancholic expression adorned your face as he made his way over to his usual booth in the corner. Damon didn’t show his emotions on the outside, but whenever he saw you, his emotions went wild on the inside. He wanted to know what made you so sad. He wanted to comfort you. When it came to you, every part of him that anyone has ever known is thrown out the window, replaced by a sweet, kindhearted man who wants to love and be loved by you. 

“Can I get you something to drink? Maybe (your favorite cocktail), your favorite?” Matt smiled your way, making your eyes flick to his, a smile crawling onto your lips. Somehow, you came here not wanting to be home alone doing nothing, just wanting to be out and about, and thought you’d see if Matt was working. So, when you came into Mystic Grill, you didn’t even think about drinking oddly enough, only looking for some friendly convo with your friend.

Matt’s suggestion pulled a laugh out of you, it coming out louder than you intended, but you didn’t care. “Oh, Matt, my friend, you know me so well,” You smiled sheepishly, getting one in return from him. 

You spin around in your bar stool, facing the restaurant to people-watch as Matt made your drink, only to be met with the piercing blue eyes of the one and only Damon Salvatore. Of course, he would be here. How had you not even noticed until now?

Your smile falls and you panic as you quickly spin back around to face the bar, your cheeks burning, most likely red as rubies. Just then, Matt slides your drink in front of you, pulling your attention to him. You meet his eyes and he already had a knowing look on his face. How did he know? You thought questioningly. Matt offered you a smile and a wink, and you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Damon’s POV

Watching Y/N with Matt, or any other guy for that matter, is torture. I should be the one to make her smile, to make her laugh, to make her feel anything at all. But, no. With Y/N, I’m a coward. I’m usually so confident, but with her, I can’t control myself. Why can’t I just go up to her and tell her how I feel? 

Because I’m not that kind of person. I can’t outwardly express my feelings. I don’t deserve her anyway. I can’t be the guy she deserves. But watching her laugh like that with someone who isn’t me makes my blood go cold. I can’t do this anymore. I’ve always been selfish. And if being selfish is what it takes to have her in my life the way I want, that’s how it’s going to be. And I know exactly how to make it happen. 

I stand and rush out of the grill, just barely missing what seemed to be a longing glance from Y/N as I storm out, her eyes glued to my retreating back. I pass by Stefan and Enzo on my way out. I was supposed to meet them, but the matter at hand is much more important. I speed home to get everything prepared. 

* * *

I’d say Y/N knows me better than I know myself. We’re inseparable and that’s why I can’t hold back anymore. I can’t handle not being able to hold her and kiss her and just show the world how much I love this woman. 

Damon: I need you to come over. It’s an emergency…

Y/N: What? Why? What’s going on? Is everything okay? Are you okay?

That’s a big reason why I love her so much. Always making sure everyone is alright, doing everything in her power to fix things and make everything okay. 

Damon: No, questions. Just get here as soon as possible.

Y/N isn’t a vampire. She’s so purely human that it makes me love her more. But, that’s also why I’m so surprised by how fast she got here despite not being able to run at an inhumane speed like me. 

“Damon!” She screamed through the house. I didn’t answer back, just waiting for her to find me in the kitchen. “Hello?” She called out again. 

When she did finally reach the kitchen, skidding to a halt, she seemed out of breath, naturally, and panicked, as she did at the bar, but different. Her cheeks were flustered as her eyes widened and she made her way towards me quickly. 

“Damon, what’s going on? What’s the emergency?” She attempted to catch her breath as she looked around at the large kitchen island that was covered in the ingredients of her favorite dinner. She may know me better than I know myself, but I also know every little thing about her. 

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted you to get here as fast as possible. Great timing by the way. Dinner’s almost ready,” I said in my normal nonchalant tone, turning to the oven to take out the main course. When I turned around, however, Y/N did not look happy. Stunned, maybe, her eyes still wide in disbelief as she stared at me. I froze in my tracks, staring right back into her beautiful blue eyes. That’s when I noticed what she was wearing. She’d changed from what she had on at the bar. It looked like she had gone home to get comfy and relax in her black lace cropped tank top and matching pj shorts. I couldn’t help but glance down at the stretch of tummy she was showing off. I couldn’t get enough of it, I couldn’t hold back a small smile, hoping she wouldn’t notice. 

She had thrown on a jacket and boots (as it was Winter), and she didn’t waste a second getting here. A twinge of guilt ran through me, but the selfish part of me was just glad she was here and looking gorgeous in spite of the casual attire. 

“Damon Guiseppe Salvatore!” Y/N started as she made her way toward me, stopping as she leaned toward me against the island. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You think it’s okay to just tell me there’s an emergency when there isn’t? To tell me to get here as fast as possible without a single reason?” She finished, her eyes burning with anger. I could see another emotion in there, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. 

“I did have a reason. I want to cook you dinner, that’s what I’m doing, and I wanted you to get here ‘cause I cook fast.” I shrugged as if it was obvious, getting back to the last of the food. 

“Damon…” She sighed in exasperation. The guilt was getting stronger the more negative emotion she showed, although I tried to ignore it. “You can’t… you can’t just…” I looked up after hearing her hesitation to see her eyes getting red and tears building up before they spilled over all together. The anger washed away as something completely different took over. She held her hand up to her throat, leaning down against the counter, attempting to hold herself up. I dropped what I was holding, not caring what it was, and sped over to her, pulling her upright and holding her against me. Every wall I’ve ever built came crashing down, and it was all for her. I held her close as she cried into my chest.

“Baby, why are you crying?” The nickname just slipped out, and if she noticed, she didn’t let it show. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would affect you like this.” She pulled away, something that looked almost like hurt evident in her eyes. 

“Damon, you know how I am,” Her voice didn’t sound as angry, but there was still a lot of emotion in her tone. “You tell me something’s wrong and I’m there within minutes. It doesn’t matter what it is. But you go and do this, especially after the week I’ve had. But, of course, you wouldn’t notice. No one ever does. No one ever notices the sadness, the depression, the anxiety. Why do I even try? Why-?” I couldn’t let her go on like this anymore. I leaned forward, taking her in my arms, and captured her lips with mine in the most passionate kiss, the one I’ve been waiting for since I first met her. 

I pulled away, holding her face in my hands, her hands latched onto my wrists. “I notice everything,” I begin, my tone firm as I stare intently into her eyes. “I notice every little thing about you because I love you!”

She gasped, her eyes that were frozen to mine widening in shock. “What?” She was barely able to let out a whisper of a word.

“How could you not see it? Every time we went out, I would notice your nervous ticks. I would notice how you tried to hide it with a smile so no one else would see. I would take your hands, calming you down. Every time you came here looking all sad and broken, I could see the tears and I would talk to you. Every time you had one too many drinks or you were just so tired that you couldn’t stand on your own two feet, I was there to help you and take care of you. And I do it all because I love you. I love you so much, Y/N, and I have since the moment I laid eyes on you. And I hate that I haven’t told you ‘til now, but I thought you’d be better off without me. I know you deserve better than me, but I’m too selfish to stay away. So, I’m taking you and I’m making you mine.” I stared into her ocean eyes, trying to gauge a reaction, an emotion, anything, but came up empty.

Until she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine and I welcomed them with all the emotion that I had built up for her. I bent down so she didn’t have to reach up anymore, her hand reaching up to curl around the back of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her tight against me as she arched her back to mold her body with mine, and she fit perfectly.

“It’s about time.” I chuckled at her words, almost missing her lips. “Ya know, jealousy doesn’t suit you,” She giggled, her face just centimeters from mine. I groaned, leaning my forehead against her, my thumbs brushing over her bare waist.

“Oh, darling, I can’t tell you how much I wanted to punch every single guy that touched you, let alone those who even looked at you. You’re mine and if anyone else sets a finger on you, I-” She interrupted me by placing her finger against my lips, hers turning into a sly smile. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you, my love. You have nothing to worry about. I am yours and I love you.” She admitted sheepishly, her cheeks turning red. I’ve always loved making her blush, even when she didn’t notice it happening. “But I will get you back for what you did. You just wait,” She tried to be menacing as she fisted my shirt in her hand. I found it quite adorable. I just smiled mischievously, leaning down and picking her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I take her lips in mine once again. Oh, how I’ve longed for this magnificent woman. 

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Elijah P.O.V.

The TV had been set up in the Salvatore Boarding house living room so that everyone could watch it. There was Damon's brother Stefan along with his girlfriend Elena who hated Y/N so I couldn't even be bothered to attempt to like her.

And then there was Caroline, Ric, and their twin girls. Bonnie and Enzo and our sisters Rebekah and Freya. Kol was here with Davina as well, and Marcel had accompanied Rebekah while, Vincent and Freya curled up together on the couch. Tyler and Matt were there as well, the annoying buggers. But Matt and Damon had a weird relationship and Tyler was sort've Klaus' one remaining hybrid so there was that.

[I've actually always shipped Freya with Vincent. Sorry for the Keelin shippers]

Meanwhile, Klaus was lounging on the couch, Damon's precious bourbon in one hand. Hope and Hayley were here too and I sat as far away from Hayley as possible. She had Jackson, I could not be bothered to deal with her infatuation with me as well.

Not that I would have engaged her had she not been with Jackson. I had Y/N and I didn't want anyone else.

I didn't mind sharing Y/N and neither did Klaus nor Damon. It was not something we were worried about. We were just lucky that she wanted all three of us.

We had watched the game show and Y/N had rocked it so far. The first round had been about sports and Kol had grinned the entire time because Y/N had gotten all her facts about sports from him. The second round had been history which made Alaric happy when she aced everything as he had been history teacher at the High school.

And the third round had been animals and we were all astounded by her random knowledge about animals because none of us even knew that she knew that stuff.

Now, she was in the top for the win and we waited as the timer ticked down dramatically for the final category.

Y/N was dressed lightly, as the yacht had been doing a southern tour. According to the tour map, it said they were off the coast of the Bahamas at the moment. Her jean shorts were high above her knees, the blue tank top accenting her skin nicely.

I loved her in blue, it was my favorite colour and she wore a lot of blue. It annoyed both Damon and Klaus who preferred purple and red respectively.

Finally, the timer reached zero and the category was revealed to be: Mystical Creatures.

Kol burst out laughing, "Oh she has this in the bag."

"Only if it lines up with what she's grown up learning." Freya pointed out, her head in Vincent's lap.

Marcel chuckled.

On screen, Y/N had tucked her lips in, trying not to smile. We could just make out Damon in the crowd, not bothering to cover up his smirk.

"Alright then," The announcer, a Mr. Laritate announced, pushing his glasses up on his face as he held up the first card. "The first question is about werewolves. Who created the first werewolves?"

Y/N hit her hand against the buzzer and everyone turned to her, "The witch Inadu as revenge against her tribe for killing her."

Damon smirked in the crowd while the answer was revealed on the board that she was correct.

"Told you." Kol muttered up front, wrapping his arm around Davina's shoulders.

The questions continued about vampires, werewolves, witches, sirens, heretics, and even a question or two about hybrids.

I could see however, as the questions continued, that Y/N seemed more nervous instead of confident.

"How would you keep a vampire down? A. Garlic B. Sleeping powder C. Vervain or D. Cloves" Mr. Laritate asked.

Y/N's eyes flicked from Damon to Mr. Laritate. She finally reached out hesitantly to answer and said, "C. Vervain."

She was- of course- correct.

She was leading by a thousand points, the other contestants looking frustrated.

"And the last question. . ." Mr. Laritate said, glancing up at the box where we supposed the people who put the questions up on the big screen were. "Out of these four pictures, which one is a hybrid?"

The pictures were up and Y/N took a step back from the podium while half of us rose to our feet. Mine, Marcel, Damon, and Klaus' pictures were up on the screen.

Klaus was on his feet in an instant, "This isn't good."

"No it's not." Marcel echoed.

Freya and Bonnie were across the room in an instant, digging out a map, candles, and a dagger.

"What are you doing?" Alaric asked.

"Tracking her." Freya said.

"Wait." I said, "Look."

Y/N refused to answer and as the shot was now showing the crowd, Damon was nowhere to be found.

"What?" Matt asked, on the edge of the couch. The tension between everyone was high now.

"In the crowd." Rebekah said.

Y/N's eyes darted between the others who were studying the pictures, trying to figure out how they were supposed to tell which one the hybrid was. Y/N stared at the podium, her fingers clenching on the wood.

"The yacht's been blocked by magic." Freya said. "They know."

We watched the camera without moving, all of us not breathing. Finally, Y/N reached out, touching the button.

"Miss Y/L/N?"

She swallowed hard and said, "B."

B was Marcel.

That was when they attacked. The gun shots went ringing out, the crowd screaming. Y/N jerked backwards, falling on her back as the bullets hit her. Damon was there in a flash, his wrist pressed to her mouth as he plucked the bullets out, not caring that this was going to be on live TV. The other contestants had been shot too, along with multiple others in the crowd.

And then, men masked in black where there and though Damon fought them off, one of them got his hands around Y/N's neck, snapping in on live TV. Klaus' bourbon glass shattered in his hand, his eyes turning mutinous.

I could feel my own body shaking, the urge to kill someone was immense. Damon's neck was snapped to and he fell in a lifeless heap beside Y/N. The cameras went black.

"Did that just happen on live TV?" Caroline asked, her body crouched in front of the girls so that they hadn't seen what had happened. "Are they insane?"

"Freya!" Klaus barked. "We need her location. NOW!"

"Nick, I'm trying." Freya said. "We both are." Davina and Vincent joined Bonnie and Freya's side.

~Twelve hours later~

It was the next morning and no one had left the house. Alaric, Caroline, and Hayley had laid the three girls in bed sometime last night.

Bonnie, Freya, Vincent, and Davina were all exhausted. Davina was half asleep in Kol's arms and Bonnie and Enzo were both fast asleep on the couch. Freya and Vincent were still up, mumbling about spells they might be able to try.

Alaric and Matt were getting weapons together, mostly crossbows and arrows for when we actually found Y/N and Damon.

"Dammit." Klaus growled, "One of us should've gone with her. Then she wouldn't be in this position."

"Would you not have fed her your blood to keep her alive?" Tyler shot.

"I meant about her dying afterwards." Klaus growled.

It was truly stupid of Tyler to goad Klaus right now and if he died, everyone would know that it was Tyler's own fault.

"She's just going to end up as a vampire." Tyler said with a bit of a shrug.

"Dude, you should shut up right now." Matt muttered.

Tyler scoffed, leaving the room.

At that moment, I got a text on my phone and I looked at it.

: 🇪🇲🇦🇮🇱. 🇼🇪🇧 🇱🇮🇳🇰

I frowned, not recognizing the laptop and I called over to Caroline, "You wouldn't happen to have a laptop, would you?"

"Yeah, it's in my bag on the bottom." She said, glancing over before turning back to Alaric.

I dug the laptop out, setting it on the table, sitting down, and opening it up. "Password?"

Caroline zoomed over, typed in a rather long password, and went back to Ric.

"What is it?" Marcel and Klaus came up behind me.

"I don't know." I said, going into an incognito tab, opening up my email. "I got an anonymous tip. . . I think. I'm not actually sure."

In my email was an email with a link attached to it which I opened.

"Oh." Marcel said, causing Freya and Vincent to look up and then patter over. Kol joined us too. "Aw man, not that guy."

"Lovely." I said bitterly.

Tristan De Martel, almost as old as our family. I clicked play on the video and it showed him smiling.

"Hello Elijah. If you're seeing this, it means we have your precious. . . whore? I'm not entirely what a girl who sleeps with three men several hundred years older than her could be called. But it does make her perfect for a little experiment."

At the word 'experiment', Enzo's head shot up and he zoomed over. I had heard that both he and Damon had undergone experimentation for years.

"You see, Aurora-" At this name, Klaus clenched his fists "-has been wanting. . . oh well that's a bit of a secret." Tristan smiled, fixing his suit before continuing, "Anyways, I'm sure the experiment will go well and if not. . . well she was just a human after all. You'll all move on. But I think it will work and she will be a vampire medical miracle. I'll keep in touch."

The video turned off and there was a ding as another email from the same link came on.

"Ric?" I asked, my voice hard.

Ric looked up. "Is it possible to track someone through email links?"

"I can do that." Matt suggested. I forwarded the email link to Donavan's email before opening up the new attachment. This was a video file and I clicked play hesitantly.

Klaus hand shattered the bourbon bottle at the sight. Y/N was chained in a room, a very small, padded room, half-way unconscious and obviously going through transition.

The camera zoomed in closer so we could see both Tristan and Y/N's faces.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N." Tristan said, kneeling before her.

Y/N focused on his face and muttered, "Hello Tristan."

Tristan cocked his head to the side and said, "I don't believe that we've met before."

"Nope, but I've heard about the real asshole Elijah wannabe."

Tristan's face hardened. "Excuse me?"

"Only someone from Elijah's blood line would wear a suit but I must say-" Y/N cocked a grin at him despite her own pain, "- no one wears a suit like Elijah does."

I shouldn't have felt happy with her words, I was worried sick after all, but this was the Y/N I knew and plus- she was saying my name.

Tristan snorted, "How do you feel?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Like a witch suspended my transition period to be even longer than normal. Where's Damon?"

"Somewhere, undergoing experimentation." Tristan said in a monotone voice.

Enzo clenched the table.

"And you want. . . what?" Y/N asked, shaking her head a little.

"Well you see, there are certain experiments and surgeries that my sister wants to undergo, but you see, I would never let her do that unless I was certain that it wasn't harmful to her. So, by using test subjects, I can guarantee her safety."

Y/N snorted, "You aren't a doctor, are you?"

"No, but I have doctors and witches working under me."

"No surgery is guaranteed." Y/N said. "It could work on one person and then not work on another."

Tristan had doubt flicker in his eyes and then asked, "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm training." Y/N lied with a serious face.

"Oh brother, come on." Aurora's voice filtered through the video and her bright red hair was there.

Y/N flicked her eyes up and then back at Tristan.

"So, do we know if it worked?" Aurora asked, kneeling down as well, her bright red hair swept over her shoulder.

"Not yet." Tristan said. "We won't know for a couple of months."

Aurora sighed, turning her gaze on Y/N, "I don't see why Klaus likes you."

Y/N snorted, "Must be the qualities you don't have."

I bit my lip to keep from smiling but Klaus seemed worried. Aurora was a vindictive bitch, but it seemed they needed Y/N alive. . . for now.

"Maybe." Aurora said, "Do you know Klaus favorite colour?"

"Red." Y/N replied without hesitation.

"Yes. Do you know why?"

Y/N hesitated now.

"What colour is my hair Y/N?" Aurora asked, taking Y/N's face in hand, jerking it upwards.

Y/N took in the vivid red of Aurora's hair while Niklaus gripped the dining room table hard in one hand.

"You see, I was the first woman Nik ever loved. And if Elijah hadn't compelled me, Nik and I would probably be together right now. And once I undergo the operation, he might still take me back. Nik isn't known for staying loyal to his lovers. They either die, he kills them, or he leaves them. I wonder which one you'll be."

"Freya." Klaus voice was hard. "I need her found now."

"And now there's also Elijah, also an original brother, and though he is a bit more loyal. . . well do you even know what he's doing right now?"

"Probably ironing his three piece suit." Y/N replied sarcastically. "How would I know what he's doing right now?"

"You see, they hosted a party last night to watch your win and Hayley was there."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

"Hayley?" Y/N asked hesitantly.

"Yes, and when everyone got tired, they crashed at the Salvatore Boarding house. Elijah and Hayley. . . well they may have shared a bed. But they were past lovers so can you really blame them?"

"Elijah, you didn't. . ." Rebekah said.

I shook my head, "I didn't sleep last night period."

"He's telling the truth." Hayley said softly, looking regretful that it didn't happen.

"No." Y/N replied stubbornly. "Elijah doesn't cheat-"

"Even the perfect men have their flaws and Hayley. . . well I'm the prettiest of them all of course but Hayley is fair as well."

The doubt was flickering in Y/N's eyes and I wanted to rip Aurora out of the screen and demolish her.

"Sister." I said bitingly, "For your first turn, you could've chosen someone much classier."

"How was I to know she would turn out to be a vindictive bitch." Rebekah replied bitingly.

"And last but not least, Damon." Aurora said, smoothing Y/N's H/C hair back from her face. Y/N tried jerking away from her touch, hurt in her eyes, but she couldn't get away. "But I think you already know about him and Elena."

Yes, that one was very obvious. Sure, they hadn't been together, but it was obvious that Damon and Elena had had chemistry, and that there was still a love between them, even if they didn't act on it.

"You might be pretty. . . in your own way." Aurora said with a smirk. "And I certainly know a handsome guy who went through the surgery as well and would love to have you, but you aren't Elena or Katherina's doppelganger either."

"Why, did you just call me handsome Aurora?" A third voice floated through and Klaus slumped in his seat.

Lucien Castle walked into the room. "Well hello there gorgeous." He winked at Y/N who raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"And who are you?"

"You mean Klaus has never talked about me? His first sire?"

"Oh." Y/N said. "Logan. No wait. . . Leo! No. . ."

"It's Lucien." Lucien said bitingly.

"Found her." Freya's exhausted voice broke through the tense silence as everyone in the room had been listening to the video.

Our heads whipped around to face her. "She's in the Caribbean's. I have an exact location."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Klaus growled, getting to his feet. "Let's go." 

“What’s the problem witchy?” Damon asked as Bonnies phone rang. “One second.” She said as she answered the phone. “Elena, hey get everyone to meet at the boarding house.” bonnie said quickly into the phone then hung up. “What's going on?” Stefan asked Bonnie, looking worried at the young witch. “The problem is I had a dream a younger girl that kinda looked like a girl version of Damon climbed out of a grave and came to mystic falls to kill us.” Bonnie said looking at the Salvatore brothers with a worried look. “You mean, you think our sister is going to kill us?” Damon asked looking at Bonnie confused. “She’s already here?” Bonnie asked looking at the two brothers. “She got here early this morning.” “Oh God, she’s going to try to kill us!” Bonnie exclaimed looking at the two brothers.

 “How do we know your dream is going to be right?” Stefan asked trying not to jump to conclusions. “Because its came true before. Remember back when you two first came to town,  I had bad feelings? Well they can be dreams. I looked in grams book. I found out sometimes the ancestors will give dreams to some witches if they think they’re powerful enough.” Bonnie said as she pulled the grimoire out of her bag and laid it on the table. Flipping the pages until she reached the one she needed.

“So say your right, what do we do?” Damon asked getting bent out of shape about possibly losing his twin once again. “Well first, we should see if she does try to hurt us. If so there is a spell in here we can send her somewhere so she wont hurt people. So we don't have to kill her.” Bonnie said looking at Damon with a serious look. “Look, I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. Every one of our friends know, but its the best thing for our safety and the safety of everyone.” Bonnie explained looking at Damon. “So you send her to a prison for supernatural creatures?” Stefan questioned looking at Bonnie. “Yes, Its called a prison world. Its to keep what’s in it from coming out. Only the witch that puts them in it can take the person out.” Bonnie explained to Stefan. Stefan nodded with a sad smile.

 “If she tries to hurt us. That's the only reason we send her. I don't care who she hurts. We have to send her away right then and there.” Alaric says to the group. Everyone just showed up and now they’re all in the parlor talking about what they’re going to do. Stefan and Damon aren't very happy about possibly losing their older sister, but they wont their friends to be safe.  Elena sat beside Damon holding his hand trying to comfort him as he gets a little upset. Caroline, Tyler, Matt and Bonnie just look like they are ready to send her away right now. But Alaric, Jeremy, Damon, Stefan and Elena are willing to give her a chance. 

“Are you sure we can take a chance like that? I mean every time we take chances bad things always happen and we get hurt.” Caroline said looking at the brothers. “I mean I think we should go upstairs and send her to the prison world right now.” Tyler said looking at the group. “Every moment that we let her stay here she is a threat. She could murder us all in her sleep. I mean we don't even know what that woman really gave her in the barn almost 200 damn years ago.” Tyler continued. “Ty, they just got their sister back. You really just want to send her away?” Jeremy asked looking at Tyler with a disappointing look. “I mean think about it. If you had a sister and she just came back to life and someone told you she was going to come kill people, would you just send her away before you had any proof other than a dream?” The youngest Gilbert asked looking at Tyler with a serious tone. “Yes, if I knew the dream was right I would.” He answered. Jeremy just shook his head not pleased at his answer. 

A few minutes later as everyone continued to talk nobody heard the foot steps that were owned by the oldest Salvatore as she walked down the stairs. She was in new clean clothes that were out of her closet. Just a simple (Favorite color) t-shirt and a pair of jeans, her feet pair foot as she walked. 

“Emily?” Y/n called out searching for her old friend. She turned the corner going towards the kitchen. It was 100% different from the kitchen from when she was little. She had grown up in the house. She was put in the coma when she was just 18 years old when she was in the house, but she still missed it for some reason. Even if most of the memories there were painful. 

“Emily?” She called out when she heard movement behind her. Turning around she was met eyes with a young woman. “Miss, do you know where Emily is?” Y/n asked looking at the doppelgänger. “I found her Stefan!” Elena called out as she looked at Y/n. “I’m Elena Gilbert.” Elena answered looking at the confused Salvatore. “Are you related to Jonathan Gilbert?” She asked looking at Elena with a small smile. “Far distant relative.” Elena answered with a smile. Y/n nodded as she continued talking, “I’m looking for Emily Bennet, I just can’t seem to find her.” Y/n said with a smile. “Emily isn’t here, she passed away a long time ago.” Elena answered looking at Y/n with a sad look. “She can’t be, I just talked to her yesterday.” Y/n replied looking quite upset.

 “Y/n?” Stefan called as he and Damon walked into the kitchen. “Y/n, are you okay?” Damon asked looking at his older twin. “I don't know who you are, but I’m looking for my friend Emily, or my little brother Stefan he is about 11 years old couldn't be no taller than this.” She said holding her hand to show the height, “or my twin brother Damon. He could be anywhere?” She said looking at Stefan and Damon. 

 -For some reason she just forgot everything. She had no clue of where she was, how she got there, she didn't know the two men in front of her were her brothers. She just forgot everything. 

Stefan and Damon stood there confused. How could she had forgotten everything? she had only been upstairs sleeping, right? She just seemed to forget everything. Nobody answered her so she huffed as she started her way around the house. That made the three of them go after her. 

“Y/n, stop!” Damon said as he grabbed her by her arm as she tried to go out the front door. “Look, sir.  I don't know who you are, but I need to go home. I need to get medicine to my mama. If I don't she can die!” Y/n exclaimed as tears filled her eyes. Damon looked at her and nodded. “Its okay, listen. Y/n, I’m Damon. I’m your brother. I’m your twin brother.” He said looking at her as tears fell from her (Your eye color eyes). “You can't be. He is much smaller than you, and he is at home taking care of my brother Stefan as I get my mama medicine.” She said as she pulled her arm out of his grip. She tried to open the door, but she fell down to the floor as she screamed in pain. 

Damon went down beside her, holding her in his arms. “Y/n, are you okay?” He asked as she tried to get her attention. But she was in way to much pain. Her head was busting in pain, it felt like a gun had shot her in the head. Her eyes shot open, but they weren't her normal (Your eye color) eyes, they were red. Her whole eye was ruby red as pain went through her head. Stefan, and their group of friends had made a small crowd behind Damon. Each with worried faces, especially Stefan. 

“What's going on?” Stefan asked Damon with a worried expression. “I don't know, but I’m going to take her up to her room. Maybe Bonnie will know.” Damon answered nodding to the Bennet witch as she stood behind them. Stefan nodded as he allowed Damon to pick her up with ease. He carried her upstairs as Bonnie and Stefan followed close behind. 

Bonnie whispered a spell as she searched Y/n’s mind. Y/n moaned in agony, but Bonnie continued. She was trying to find what was going on and why Y/n had forgotten everything. Stefan had to leave, her couldn't watch his sister be in so much pain. “Come on, Y/n. Stop blocking me out.” Bonnie said as she continued to search. Damon sat on the bed beside Y/n holding her hand. He wanted to make sure Bonnie wasn't going to send Y/n away to the prison world. 

“Please make it stop!” Y/n screamed out as the pain grew worse and worse. Her body convulsed and shook in pain. Bonnie frowned as she continued searching until she found something. It seemed like something was planted into Y/ns mind. She had to continue digging through y/ns mind even though she found this little piece. She saw something a flash of light, then a vison.