That night, Emma made a phone call to Tyler. Asking for Masons number. Tyler had hesitated but gave it to her.
Mason was surprised when Emma called.
"Who gave you this number?" he had accused, when Emma had sarcastically retrieved the other end.
"Oh you know. My best friend, who happens to be your nephew." Emma smirked, wishing to see his face.
"Well if there was a reason you called, explain now or I shall be going." Mason pushed.
"Alright alright. Maybe I wasn't looking for a civil conversation." Emma stated rolling her eyes, "Meet me at my place. I'm sure you can sniff me out."
"How can I trust you?"
"You have my word that I *wont* kill you."
Mason sighed, "I'll be there in ten."
Emma smiled wildly, hanging up that instant. She just sat on the lounge room floor, waiting.
A few minutes later, there was knocking on her door. She was to comfortable to get up.
"Is your name Mason Lockwood?" she yelled from her place.
"What do you think?" Mason's voice replied.
Emma smirked, "Come in if you must." Emma pretended to be disappointed.
"You do realize, you were the one who wanted to speak to me right?!"
Emma smirked, "Sniff me out?"
"Actually no. I tracked the smell of rotten pineapple." Mason screwed up his nose.
"Crap. Cartiah." Emma smacked herself in the fore head, remembering that Marni had given it to her as a present. "I do spend allot of time at Damons." Emma mumbled.
Mason rose an eyebrow, "So you think we could get on with this?"
Emma nodded about to proceed when Mason cut her off, "in seats."
Emma moaned, hobbling her way to the living room and taking a seat. "Why do you want the moonstone?"
"I don't." Mason stated directly.
"Why do you want the moonstone?" Emma asked again.
"Katherine." Mason then answered.
"Ahhh, and why would she want it? It's your curse."
"I dont know."
Emma was getting sick of his games. "Why does Katherine want it?"
"I dont know." he replied again.
Emma jumped up, throwing him into the wall by his neck.
"Why?" Emma's pupils largened then shrunk. She wasn't expecting that.
"I dont know."
Emma sighed, letting him go to fall onto the ground.
"How did you do that?" Mason coughed, indicating her compulsion.
"I'm an Alyrus, what did you expect?" Emma walked back and sat down. "Where is it?"
"I can't tell you." Mason defended.
"And why would that be?" Emma found a knife left sitting on the bench and twirled it in her fingers. Hoping it was intimidating him.
"Katherine will kill me." Mason answered.
"I'll kill you."
"But I love her."
Emma's eyes bulged, "Ha love Katherine? What is with this chick? Is she perfect or something?"
"You could say that." Mason teased, knowing it was getting to her.
"Fine. Don't tell me." Emma stood up and clutched his head between her hands.
An image flashed into her brain. There was the Lockwood property and a well.
"Ahh thank you." Emma smiled, releasing him.
"What have you done?" Mason asked, glaring at her.
"Nothing important. I have gotten what I wanted from you. You may leave now." Emma flung open the front door without looking at it.
Mason stood up and made his way to the door, then turned around, "Don't forget the pineapple."
Emma smirked and nodded, "Will do."
After an hour of Emma cleaning and rearranging her room, she decided to have a shower. The house smelt of lavender and frangapanni oils. Especially her wardrobe.
She grabbed out a pair of *the simpsons* boxers and a white singlet. Emma turned to head out of her wardrobe, when somthing block her way.
"DAMON! I just shat myself!" Emma yelled, laughing and kissing him.
"Sorry. I have that effect on some people." Damon smirked, allowing her to walk out. "Did you get anything from him?" He continued.
Emma walked into her ensuite. "He doesn't want it. Katherine does. As for its were abouts. It is in a well on the Lockwood property." Emma spun around to face Damon.
"As much as I would love for you to stay, but I am going to have a shower. I love you, I gave you your information and now you have to go." Emma smiled at Damon, standing on her tippie toes and kissing him.
Damon rolled his eyes, "Are you coming back to mine?"
Emma sighed, but knew it wasn't a question. "I'll be home in an hour." With that she shut the door in his face, because shes nice and all.
|Ian Somerhalder||as Damon|
|Paul Wesley||as Stefan|