The Salvatore Sister

Epilogue

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The Gilbert House, Earlier that night...

"I read about it," Bonnie explained, putting her ancestor's thick and dusty grimoire on the table between the Salvatore brothers, Elena and herself, "Emily briefly mentioned something about it in the grimoire. It is possible for a witch's spirit to manifest inside a vampire's mind, but it's a complicated spell, no sane witch would attempt it."

"Well, maybe it's not just vampires that go insane," Damon commented with a wink in the Bennett witch's direction - who responded with a roll of her eyes, "But more to the point, how do you get rid of it?"

"How do you know this is what's happening to Amelia?" Stefan piped up, his arms folded across his chest and a familiar serious expression adorning his features.

"Come on," Damon sighed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, to him it was, "She's been acting completely out of character lately. With the angry outbursts and complete lack of sense of humour."

"And how would you know that?" Stefan countered, "You haven't known her for over a century."

"I know our sister," Damon replied, his voice serious and sure, "When I mentioned her going to Elena's she had no idea what I was talking about - I could tell, and remember what Elena said?"

"Yeah, when she was here, she was acting really weirdly," Elena piped up, looking between the two Salvatores, "She kept talking about a buzzing in her mind..."

"That could be the effect of the witch trying to take control of her mind," Bonnie explained.

"So, how do we get rid of it?" Damon asked again.

"You can't," Bonnie responded simply, her voice deadpan.

"You're lying," Damon countered, his glare venomous as he looked down on the young witch.

"She's a vampire," Bonnie elaborated, "And a hostile one at that. I can't trust her."

"God," Damon sighed, running a violent hand through his already shambolic hair.

"Bonnie, please," Stefan continued, the pleading in his voice grabbing the witch's attention, "You can trust me. I'll look after her, make sure she doesn't hurt anyone. Please, just help her."

"Please, Bonnie," Elena added in for good measure.

Bonnie looked between Stefan and Elena before letting her gaze linger on Stefan, the sincerity clear in his eyes, "...there is a way."

"Which is?" Damon prompted, his voice urgent.

"You have to stake her."

The abandoned packing warehouse, later that night...

The older brother knelt, cradling the lifeless girl in his arms, tears streaming down his face, desperate cries ripping up and out of his throat and into her dark hair. The younger brother was on his knees a few metres back from the terrible scene before him, his head in his hands. Bonnie had said she would wake up, it hadn't worked, the spell hadn't worked. Their sister was dead. And the younger brother didn't know how they would manage this time - they had lost her once, he didn't think they could do it again. He didn't think his brother could go through it again. Amelia Salvatore, the girl who loved her brothers more than anything in the world, the girl who had her human life so cruelly taken from her, the girl who refused to care but always did, was gone. And the two brothers felt like she had taken all light in the world with her.

When the Salvatore brothers got back to the Boarding House, Damon drifted in, he had long since stopped crying and screaming for his dead twin sister, his blue eyes - so alike his sister's unseeing ones - were now cold and lifeless. Damon had never imagined that he would have to go through the pain of his sister's death ever again - but this, it was even worse. For he knew she was gone for good, he could see her corpse supported in their little brother's arms, last time there had still been hope - but what even was hope? Just another pointless human emotion that he knew he would soon be getting rid of, along with the rest of them. He didn't even want to kill the witch - the one who had said staking her with the bewitched weapon would cure her - he didn't want to do much of anything. He didn't do anything when Stefan mumbled almost incoherently about taking their sister of to her room - he knew he would need to bury the body sooner or later but all he could think about was drinking himself into an oblivion and hopefully dying in his sleep - that and the way his sister had looked at him when he had driven the stake through her heart, her ice blue eyes full of desperate hope. Damon decided hope was the emotion he hated above all.

The Gilbert House, earlier that night...

"So, what do we do?" Damon urged the witch, watching as she placed a few lit candles around an ordinary stake that was placed in the centre of the table.

"The witch inside her mind will have used a talisman to channel herself into Amelia's mind," Bonnie explained, "It'll have been something that meant a lot to her during her human life. We just have to cancel that out."

"And how to we do that?" Stefan inquired.

"We use blood," Bonnie said simply, "The blood of a family member - it means more than any possession. Amelia loves you, from what Elena's told me, so it'll be strong."

"Blood?" Damon asked, "That's all we need?"

"Not entirely," Bonnie answered, "I need to bewitch the stake, and the one whose blood we use needs to be the one to stake her."

"And you're sure it'll work?" Stefan asked.

"I can't be certain," Bonnie told them, what appeared to be sincerity in her eyes.

"Oh, it's funny how that works out," Damon snapped.

"I can't be sure how powerful the witch is," Bonnie countered, "And how much they'll fight back. And they're obviously doing this for a reason, that'll play a contributing factor as well."

"Will it work or won't it?" Damon asked angrily, "Because I'm not going to do it unless we're certain."

"Then don't," Bonnie replied, her voice almost airy, "I don't mind watching her wither away and die."

"We're going to do it," Stefan nodded.

"Stefan..." Damon moaned, looking at his brother.

"Look, Damon," the younger brother began, "Even if it doesn't work, at least we're setting her free."

"And so we'll just let her die?" Damon snapped, a flash of anger appearing on his face.

"We have to hope," Stefan answered.

"Remember, I'm doing this because Elena asked me to," Bonnie reminded them, flashing a glance at her best friend beside her, "Not for either of you two, or for Amelia."

"Yeah, yeah," Damon nodded, "Just take my blood, witch."

Above where the silent, grieving brothers were sat in the drawing room, the body of Amelia Salvatore lay amongst the unmade sheets in which she had left that very morning. When she had been alive.

Downstairs, Elena Gilbert entered the Boarding House at a run, and as her sorrowful brown eyes fell upon the empty shells of the Salvatore brothers, above them, slowly and then all at once: Amelia Salvatore opened her eyes.

THE PROLOGUE OF THE NEXT PART OF AMELIA'S STORY, 'THE DEVIL'S DANCE', IS NOW UP ON MY PROFILE AND WAITING FOR YOU TO GO READ.
(Did you really think that would be the end of Amelia's story? ;))