LEMONS¹ [ completed ]

41 || i don't believe you

Elena grips Finch's hand tightly, "Is that how you can walk in the day?" She asks, desperate for a subject change as Finch remains silent, staring down at the table in shock

"Katherine helped me obtain it."

Elena sighs, "Who's my father?"

"Not important. He was a teenage waste of space." The woman shrugs

"A name would be nice." Elena scoffs, her hand momentarily tightening around Finch's hand

Isobel tilts her head, "It would, wouldn't it? You ask a lot of questions."

"Why did you compel that man to kill himself? Right after he told me to stop looking for you."

"Dramatic impact. I wish it would have been more effective." She hums

"Jesus." Finch mumbles looking up at the woman in disgust

"Human life means that little to you?" Elena wonders

Isobel tsks, shaking her head, "Means nothing to me. It's just part of being what I am."

"No it's not. I know other vampires, that's not true." Finch argues

The vampire ignores her, "Your new boyfriend over there by the pool table? Stefan Salvatore. Why Stefan? Why didn't you go for Damon? Or are you enjoying them both like Katherine did? Or are you going after Damon?" The last question is directed the witch

Elena looks shocked and Finch glares, "I'm about to go after a vampire bitch in a moment." She growls, releasing Elena's hand as she grips the table ring

"You're rather aggressive." The woman notes

"Wow, really?" Ficnh drawls sarcastically, falling back in her seat as she crosses her arms

"Why did you want to meet us? Can't be to just catch up." Elena demands

"Because I'm curious about you. But the real reason is: I want what your uncle wants. Johnathan Gilbert's invention." Isobel explains

Elena is surprised and taken off guard by the sudden information, "How do you know my uncle?"

"I used to spend a lot of time here when I was younger. John had a crush on me for years. He was the first one that told me about vampires." She shrugs in response

Finch glares, "So what made you want to be one? The wrinkle free future or the immortality?"

Isobel glances at her, "It's a very long list of reasons, Finch. All of which I'm sure you've thought about." Her eyes drift to Elena as she speaks the second sentence

"No."

"That was your first lie. It's inevitable, you're going to get old, Stefan won't."  Elena looks at Stefan. He seems sad,  "Forever doesn't last very long when you're human." She hums

Elena raises her chin, "I'm sorry but I don't have what you're looking for." She stands up and goes to move past her only for thr vampire to grab her arm and force her to sit, prompting Stefan to begin walking towards them

"Sit down and tell your boyfriend to walk away. I want the invention." Stefan stops and takes a few steps back making Finch glare harder at the woman

"I don't have it." Elena snaps

"I know that but Damon does and you're going get it for me." She looks at the demon witch, whose hands her balled tightly into fists making the skin on her knuckles break open and bleed

Elena, oblivious to who she was speaking towards, "He's not going to give it to me."

"No, he'll give it to her." Isobel responds, her eyes still on Finch,

"Why the hell should I help you?" She explodes in response, "I won't."

Isobel shrugs, "Then the blood will be on your hands." She gets up, "It was nice meeting you, Elena. Finch."

The girls watch as she leaves before Elena lets out a sob, as Stefan approaches her and Finch wraps her amr around the human. Elena looks up as Bonnoe enters the Grill, the two staring at each other as Stefan approaches them from behind. Bonnie looks at Stefan and leaves, making Elena cry harder.

Finch sighs and unwind herself from her friend as Stefan hugs her tightly, his eyes finding Finch's. The girl was staring at him with storm filled eyes, before she herself turned and left the grill and out into the cold night.

She wraps her leather covered arms tightly around her body as she walks towards her car, trying to ignore Damon as he approaches her. The wind around them picks up as she fumbles with her keys, desperate to get away from him.

"Finch." Damon says from besides her

"Leave me alone, Damon." She snaps at him, sliding her key into her truck

"Hey," He grabs her shoulder stopping her, "What happened?"

Finch scoffs, "Like you care." She mumbles, averting her eyes as tears brim the bottom lips,

Damon cups her cheeks, making her look up at him, "Finch -- "

"Did you only talk to me... Because i look like her?" She asks, "And were -- were you even going to tell me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Annabeth!" She explodes, "I look like Annabeth, or whatever her name is! Is that why you talked to me, Damon? Because you wanted some reminder of yoru last life until you got Katherine back? Did I -- do I mean nothing to you? Because you say i mean something then you do something that changes that whole trajectory!"

"What, no, no! Of course you mean somethign to me. And yes i talked tl you because you looked like her, but you're not her. You're Finch, you're Sour Patch and I don't want you to be anyone else to me!" Damon said as Finch sniffed and pulled from his grip

"The problem wuth that Damon," She begins pulling open the door to her truck, "Is that I can't talk to you right now..." She trails off nad gets into her truck, "I'll call you later when I'm ready to talk."

Finch closes the door and starts the engien immediately driving away from Damon, who looks absolutely crestfallen as he watches her lesve, his shoulders sagging as he watched her go, "okay." He whispers