Forgotten Descendants

Chapter 35

"When the lights out, it's less dangerous. Here we are now, entertain us..." Emma and Bonnie screamed into the microphone. Emma somehow got a blow up guitar and was banging it on the floor. Klaus, who was really trying hard to not smile at their show, was strangely enjoying himself. Most everyone in the bar were up and dancing. They were really putting on a show.

Emma was really enjoying herself. It wasn't as good as Mads and her karaoke in Chicago, but it was still pretty great. Emma was drunk enough though that she did not notice Klaus in the crowd, or even her gardener. She was also drunk enough to not feel tingles run up her legs, and than her arms.

"Hello, hello, hello, hello," they both chanted into the microphone, yet Emma's voice started to get more corse as she kept chanting that one word. Slowly, her voice started trailing off. That's when she noticed something was wrong. Her peripheral vision started to get fuzzy. Her tongue felt heavy, and the metallic taste, almost like blood, took over her taste buds.

She stepped back from the microphone with a stumble. People in the crowd probably thought it was a drunken' trip, well most people in the crowd did, not Klaus. Emma stumbled again, this time Bonnie took notice to her abnormal behavior. She slowly stopped singing. Emma knew what was coming, and was kind of happy she was drunk, because the fall would hurt less.

She knew she must have been falling to the stage when grasps frequented the crowd, and the music drifted away. Being drunk really made it hard to conceptualize passing out. She anticipated impact, but never felt it, the last thing she heard was, "You'll be alright, Love. You'll be alright."

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Madeline must have passed out from the paralytic agent. She doesn't remember when, or how long ago, all she knows is she woke to three men arguing and a warm body right next to her.

"Why are you yelling at me? I caught her before she fell and made Joe compel the bar to forget!" screamed a british voice, "You should have watched her better. She literally walked out of the house! If I wasn't there it could have been worse!"

"She is not a kid who needs a babysitter, she is 19!" someone, Damon by Madeline's guess, yelled in response.

"Considering, you inability to prevent your own girlfriend from being drugged and abused by a history teacher, you don't have the right to participate in this conversation," Klaus responded to Damon.

"Well, Madeli-" Stefan began but Klaus also cut him off.

"And you left your ill grandchild unsupervised Knowing very well that she has tendencies to both pass out and participate in rebelious activities, so you also don't get to participate in an argument."

"There is no one else here to argue with," Damon chided.

"Exactly," Klaus responded. Madeline who was still laying in bed with her eyes closed, slowly started to come to. She couldn't move her body well, making her believe that the drugs were not 100% out of her system She was able to make out the whole conversation, which led her to want to ask many questions like "What happened at a bar?","Where is Emma?" and "What happened to Tyler?"

Madeline felt a slight movement to her left and a slight inhale, a feminine slightly groggily inhale: Emma's inhale. Well at least she had one of her questions answered. Madeline felt the numbness of her body slowly disappear, she could now move her fingers and feel to her elbows. She could finally open her eyes.

"You know, complaining hasn't gotten anyone anywhere in life," Damon requited at Klaus's response.

"Abraham Lincoln complained about slavery, and now it's illegal," Madeline was able to whisper. She swore she heard crickets and the slight shuttle of shoes on the floor board.