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“  i know.  “  dying and coming back to life wasn’t a unique experience to dalia, so when she noticed the woman in distress, she hoped she could give some insight.  “  i lost someone very close to my heart. now i found him again. i don’t know what to make of it either.  “

"We died," the brunette spoke solemnly knocking back a drink. "I didn't think I would ever see my daughter again... what's going on?"

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nothing seemed to be going right for dalia lately. first she ends up in new orleans, a place that she was actually starting to enjoy and suddenly, she was back here. again. having daniel back was one of the few perks amidst all the confusion. lost deep in thought, it took her a moment to register the other woman’s words. the act of kindness was simple, but it was much appreciated. “  it’s great, thank you. my compliments to the chef.  ”  she always turned to food when she needed to emerge from a funk, it was an age-old blackwood tradition. 

Piper was taking a small break from the kitchen to wander about the restaurant, checking in with guests and making sure everything was tasting great. She paused at one particular table and smiled pleasantly.

“How is everything? Enjoying your evening?” She asked, clasping her hands together.

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dalia had always been the more rational one at any given time, but in this case, there was nothing in the world that would rip her from him now. not klaus, not elijah, no one. never had she craved anything so much in her entire life except for the euphoria that came with his lips on her aching flesh. as she felt his fingers toying with her bra, she felt a shiver of excitement running up her spine, which seemed to elongate as she felt the fabric rip with no trouble at all. “  who needs that thing anyway?  ” she purred, crashing into him once more as his lips connected with hers. fucking hell he was addictive. her hands ran up and down the small of his back before finally tangling in his newly darkened curls. her hands fit perfectly, like the last piece of an intricate puzzle. 

she watches as each piece of clothing comes off in a sort of awe. even though she knew his body like the back of her hand, some things never seemed to change. he took her air from her as quickly as a person could snap their fingers, every single time. “  get over here.   ” she almost growled, overwhelmed with excitement at the prospect of what was to come. she had always been strong, but when it came to daniel, she could be easily broken. this time, she felt herself almost shatter as his lips caressed her thighs. she usually didn’t give in to him this quickly, but his body combine with her nostalgia created one hell of a reason.  “  fuck..  ” she couldn’t help but whisper as she felt his hot breath between her soaking thighs. make me scream. she thought to herself. remind the world who’s i am and how that’s never gonna change. 

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         he  would  have  been  content  to  forget  all  about  the  clown,  lose  himself  in  the  feel  of  her  as  their  kisses  seared  through  him.  she’s  got  more  forethought  than  him,  always  does,  so  he  nods  his  head  as  she  suggests  they  relocate.   he  wonders  idly  if  it’s  the  bar  where  he  slaughtered  dozens,  but  figures  that  was  further  back.  he’d  used  his  vamp  speed  to  escape  the  clowns  a  few  times  now,  figures  he’s  put  some  distance  between  where  he  started  and  where  he  ended  up.   he  keeps  an  arm  wrapped  securely  around  her  body,  keeping  her  close  as  his  lips  find  their  way  to  his  neck.   lips  caress  every  inch  of  exposed  skin,  easily  finding  that  spot  he  knows  all  to  well  is  sensitive  for  her.   he  kicks  the  door  open,  not  wanting  to  waste  any  time.  

     he  sets  her  down  on  one  of  the  tables,  a  hand  sweeping  out  and  knocking  whatever  glasses  or  plates  were  sitting  on  top.  “  don’t  move.  ”   dark  eyes  meet  her  gaze  as  he  steals  another  kiss,  only  breaking  away  long  enough  to  barricade  the  door.  he  pushes  a  few  tables  up  against  the  door,  stacks  chairs  on  top  of  them  to  block  the  entry  point.   the  only  other  way  in  would  be  the  window  and  he’s  pretty  sure  no  clown  could  wriggle  through  such  a  small  space.   “  i  think  we’re  good.  ”    as  he  heads  back  towards  her,  he’s  shedding  his  jacket.   it’s  thrown  onto  a  vacant  chair,  his  t-shirt  joining  it  quickly  as  he  surges  forward  to  kiss  her  again.    it’s  with  an  urgency;  like  if  they’re  not  quick,  if  they  don’t  make  the  most  of  this,  their  time  might  run  down.   like  if  he  blinks,  or  turns  his  head,  she’ll  suddenly  be  gone.  

        “  there’s  so  much  i want  to  say  to  you.  ”   he  groans  it  against  her  lips,  tugs  her  lower  lip  with  his  teeth.   “…  but  i  also  want  to  rip  your  clothes  off.   fuck  the  talking.  ”   his  voice  is  low,  guttural.    eyes  are  black  and  his  pulse  is  racing.   “…  then  there’s  also  the  matter  of  the  homicidal  clown  —  or  clowns,  because  those  fuckers  are  everywhere —  to  contend  with.  ”    he  sighs.     “  hence  my  dilemma.  ”

so this is what missing someone felt like. all she wanted was him. she didn’t want to think about any killer clowns, barriers, or mikaelsons. all she wanted was to drown out the rest of the world and focus on the fact that she was back in daniel’s arms again. as she hears the door crash to the floor she does not flinch because her mind is somewhere else. when his lips move to her neck, her mind isn’t on anything at all, it suddenly blurs and all she feels is warmth and all she sees is thousands of stars. 

as he sets her down and speaks she nods obediently, not wanting him to leave in fear that he’ll suddenly be gone again. she couldn’t afford to lose him, not when she just got him back. when he died, she had promised herself to live the rest of her life without loving someone else. she couldn’t. she just couldn’t do it. no matter how hard she would have tried, his stubborn ass would still have the keys to her heart right in his back pocket. “ believe me, i’m not going anywhere. ” she grinned, watching as he made his way over to the door. once had taken care of that, she smiled in relief. at last, all of his attention would be on her. 

“ we have all the time in the world.. you can tell me everything. ” she whispered, resting her nose against his for a moment to catch her breath even though she knew she’d never be able to. he was the one person who could make her feel like she had to stop to catch her breath and enjoy the world around her. there was more beauty in it than she ever thought possible. after a moment their lips reconnected with the same force as before, her fingers soon moving to tangle in his newly dark hair. that was definitely something she was going to have to get used to.

she wanted him desperately, there was no way around it. no matter how coy she tried to act, all she wanted to do was cling to him and never let go. if she didn’t, perhaps he’d slip through her fingers like sand slipping through the middle of an hourglass. wordlessly, she undid the buttons of her flannel before allowing it to fall to the floor, allowing the man she loved to behold her in all of her feminine glory. there was quite a bit to behold, from her curly chocolate locks stemming from her scalp to the bottoms of her feet. as much as they fought, as much as they were too damn stubborn for their own good, she was his. mind, body and soul. 

“ for now, i have other things on my mind.. ” she whispered, leaning close enough as she sat so he could feel her breath tickling his nose. they had quite a bit to catch up on. for now, she wanted him and only him. “ so, love..  ” she whispered, connecting their lips once more and tangling her fingers in his hair. “ where do we begin, baby?  ”

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henrik did what he did best, he listened. then he fucking ran. he was grateful, for the fact she chose to help despite not even knowing him. he’d take her out to lunch or something when this was all over with, he decided. “got it!” he responded, making a tight right and following after the brunette. he ducked, not even sure why, but doing so nonetheless. eyes shut tight while he waited for footsteps to grow lesser, to fade. a deep breath was exhaled the moment it was silent again. RELIEF. “thank you,” he began. “i’m– “ his words were cut short as his eyes fell upon the fangs penetrating from her mouth. no, this was the effect of new orleans. she just saved him, she wasn’t going to feed on him. he was going to be brave. “my name is henrik.” he introduced. “and yours?”

at least the kid had a good set of ears. once she eventually calmed her beating heart by closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes and turned to him with a soft reassuring smile. the breathing did nothing, her fangs were still present. “ don’t mention it. i know people say every man for themselves all the time, but if we’re gonna get out of here we gotta stick together... and i’m sorry about these.. ” she leaned against the frail wood with a soft sigh, pointing to her teeth. “ i’m dalia. ” the brunette never really cared for other people, but the boy seemed lost like she was. she’d been hunting for daniel for years now and she was starting to feel hopeless. in a way, maybe she could help someone else feel a little less alone. “ what brings you to new orleans? ”

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           it’s  his  name  that  cracks  through  the  stony  visage.   it’s  been  months  since  anyone’s  called  him  daniel,  since  he  came  back  from  the  dead  and  assumed  the  life  of  levi  stone.  it  sounds  foreign  to  his ears,  like  the  whispers  of  a  past  he  never  thought  he’d  touch  again.   this  woman  sounds  exactly  like  his  dalia;   from  the  jokes  to  the  wishful  optimism,   the  way  her  lips  quivered  and  eyes  softened  as  she  looked  at  him.   as  dangerous  as  hope  could  be,  he  jumps  into  it  with  eyes  wide  open.    if  this  is  a  ruse,  a  trick  to  lull  him  to  a  sudden  death,  he’ll  accept  it  willingly  for  even  a  minute  with  her.     he  doesn’t  care.  

            he  grabs  her  by  the  shoulders,  shoves  her  up  against  the  wall.   the  wood  splinters,  his  thumbs  press  touch  enough  to  bruise  as  he  drinks  her  in.    “  you  idiot.  ”   his  words  are  harsh  but  his  tone  is  gentle.   “  i  could  live  a  thousand  lifetimes  and  i’d  never  forget  your  stubborn  ass.  ”     this  is  how  they’ve  always  been;   both  ruthless,  built  to  destroy  and  burn  the  world  beneath  their  feet.    except  with  each  other.   never  with  each  other.    under  his  hold,  he  can  feel  her;    she’s   tangible,  something  he  can  touch  and  feel  the  warmth  of  her  skin.   it’s  not  like  the  other  side  where  he  could  see  but  never  engage,  aching  to  comfort  her  all  those  nights  she  laid  alone  after  he  was  gone.   this  was  different.   this  was  the  closest  he’d  felt  to  home in  decades.  

       he  surges  forward  and  kisses  her.   it’s  all  teeth,  his  nose  knocking  against  hers  with  a  desperate  fervor.   his  hands  instinctively  go  around  her,  hoisting  her  up  so  her  legs  can  wrap  around  his  waist.   suddenly  he  doesn’t  care  about  the  homicidal  clown,  about  the  danger  that  waits  around  the  corner.    he  needed  to  kiss  her,   needed  to  be  reminded  of  the  reasons  why  he  was  doing  the  things  he  was  doing.   it  was  all  for  her.   everything  he  did,  everything  he  was,  it  was  for  her.   that  rage  doesn’t  dissipate  now  that  she’s  back  in  his  arms;   it  burns  just  as  bright  …   now  a  controlled  burn  rather  than  an  uncontrollable  disaster.    “  i  swear  to  god  if  you  die  on  me  again,  i’ll  bring  you  back  and  kill  you  myself.  ”

there was no way that this could be fake. dalia was known for her gut instinct and for usually being right when she trusted it. no killer clown could emulate the warmth he gave. if it was imaginary eyes she was staring into they would be vacant, void of the familiar home she had found in them. if there was anywhere she felt safest, it was when she looked into his eyes. there was nothing in the world that could hurt her. it’s not like anything would dare to anyway, alone or with him. together, they’ve always been unstoppable. 

she lets out a soft yelp as she feels her body connecting with the wall, staring him dead in the eyes as she waits for him to speak. god, she missed the feeling of his s t r o n g grip and she doesn’t mind the roughness. in fact, she loves it. it’s as if it recharges her, giving her back every single second she missed when she was without him. she was putty in his hands now. if he held her any tighter, she thought she just might melt. when he had died, she felt ready to burn down the entire world and all innocents and evildoers alike. the pain she felt without him was excruciating. she’d never tell him this, but almost every night after she lost him she cried herself to sleep. she went to every witch she knew in an effort to find a way to bring him back, but nothing. nothing worked. 

when their lips collide it’s as if their bodies practically crash into each other. when she feels her feet leaving the ground, she clings to him even tighter. she never thought she would be so afraid to lose someone until the moment she fell for him. suddenly, she couldn’t see herself having a life with anybody else. growing old. having kids. being with him here made every single agonizing second on the other side worth it. never would she be alone again, she had faced a lifetime and an afterlife of it already. that was enough of that. she pulled away for only a few moments to saw two simple words: “ in here, ” she whispered, gesturing into an abandoned bar. “ the clown.. ” she whispered, already experiencing withdraw from having his lips on hers. those were the only words she was able to muster before they connected once again.

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his heart skipped a deep beat at the sight of the clown so damn close. then, a clown with a knife in them. before he knew it henrik’s legs were taking off– going in the direction the knife was thrown from (he’d trust her, she saved his life— she deserved trust ). “where do we go– he’s not-” he glanced toward the clown, got a glimpse of black blood oozing and ugh he felt like throwing up. “running— yea.” running was the only option in this moment he would bet, no– he knew. “which way?” he asked the brunette knife thrower.

the sound of the knife sinking into the clown’s chest was all she needed to hear, there was no reason to stay —— especially without any sort of game plan. “ the moon, alaska, i don’t know just move your legs damn it! ” she yelled, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him forward. “ go right, there’s an bunch of abandon biuldings out there i walked past, he’d never think of going out there because there wouldn’t be any victims. ” she tugged him into the first one she saw before waiting for the clown’s footsteps to fade away. thank god, the pair could live to see another few hours at least. not only was she struggling to come up with a way to take down the clown, but why were her fangs protruding from her mouth? if she couldn’t get them back in and control herself again, turning would be inevitable. “ what’s your name, kid? ”

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               he’s  seen  a  lot  of  strange  things  since  coming  back  from  the  dead.   cell  phones  don’t  have  keys  anymore,  neither  do  cars,  and  little  speaker  devices  connect  to  said  phones  and  do  everything  for  you.  that’s  not  to  mention  the  twitters  and  the  fact  that  newspapers  are  all  online  now.  he  died  in  2011  and  came  back  to  a  completely  different  world  in  2030.  at  this  point  you’d  think  that  he  would  stop  being  surprised  by  the  unexpected  but  he’s  fairly  certain  killer  clowns  would  never  be  something  he  can  rationalize  as  normal.  

         there’s  blood  staining  the  front  of  his  v-neck  and  his  jacket  is  in  tatters.   he’s  not  sure  what  the  clown  attacked  him  with  but  part  of  him  thinks  it  had  knives  for  hands.  it  likely  didn’t,  is  a  manifestation of  his  own  fear,  but  it’s  all  he  can  think  about  as  he  loads  a  new  clip  into  the  handgun  he’s  carrying.   he’s  shot  it  in  the  head  twice  now  and  it  doesn’t  seem  to  be  slowing  down;  its  black  blood  stains  his  shoes,  has  made  him  decide  that  he’s  throwing  them  out  as  soon  as  he  makes  it  home.   with  the  safety  off,  he  shoves  it  into  the  waistband  of  his  jeans  before  turning  to  head  back  the  way  he  came.   he’d  left  henrik  in  one  of  the  restaurants,  compelled  him  to  stay  put  while  he  led  the  clown  away  from  him.   it  was  selfish  and  selfless;   he  needed  henrik  alive,  but  a  part  of  him  also  instinctively  wanted  to  protect  him.   whatever  the  reason,  he’d  needed  to  distract  their  attacker  from  the  human  who  was  more  likely  to  get  killed  than  the  hybrid.  at  least  if  the  clown  slices  him  to  shreds,  he’ll  heal.  

              he   runs  straight  into  another  person  as  he  twists.   they  collide,  shoulders  knocking  into  each  other  as  his  hands  instinctively  go  for  his  weapon.  he  freezes  when  he  catches  a  familiar  whiff,  brows  knit  in  confusion.  it’s  been  almost  two  decades  but  he’d  recognize  the  smell  of  her  shampoo  anywhere.   his  knees  go  weak,  hands  falter  as  his  eyes  search  her  face.   it’s  her.   there’s  no  doubt  in  his  mind  and  he’s  drowning  in  hope  as  he  looks  at  her.   really  looks  at  her  for  the  first  time  in  what  feels  like  forever,  without  a  veil  separating  them  from  each  other  while  he’s  on  the  other  side.   “  yeah.  ”   he  somehow  manages  to  speak,  feels  his  chest  constrict  as  he  just  drinks  in  her  presence.   she’s  so  alive  now,  a  far  cry  from  the  last  time  he’d  seen  her  lifeless  body  on  the  forest  floor.    “  i  mean,  no.   i  guess  it  depends  on  your  definition  of  good.  there’s  a  killer  clown  on  the  loose  …  not  sure  if  you’ve  seen  THAT  yet.  ”    there’s  a  delirious  kind  of  smile  on  his  face.    he  knows  that  he  lives  in  a  world  filled  with  doppelgangers,  body jumping  supernaturals,  and  god  knows  what  else.   hope  is  a  dangerous  thing  to  cling  to  but  he  reaches  out  and  grabs  it;  tightens  his  grip,  holds  on  for  dear  life.     “  if  you’re  here …  this  must  be  a  nightmare.  ”     his  eyes  soften,  realization  setting  in  slowly  as  he  swallows  hard.   “  it  would  make  sense.   i’ve  been  desperate  to  see  you  again  and  now  you’re  here  ?   i  bet  i’ll  wake  up  and  you’ll  have  been  snatched  away  from  me …  ”     his  gaze  hardens.   “ …  just  out  of  my  grasp.  again.  ”    he’s  afraid  to  touch  her;  afraid  to  let  himself  want  something  that  might  not  even  exist.  

dalia was petrified to react. she too was armed —— ever since she came back to life she was scared to leave her home completely vulnerable. if lore served her correctly, there was a possibility that if she was back amongst the land of the living, the mikaelson family could be too. she had spent the past three weeks studying methods of protection, her wall painted with clippings from books and newspapers held against the wall by multi-colored tacks. she must have looked like a madwoman. that family had taken the love of her life away from her and she had vowed not to stop until she had taken the only thing they loved away from them: each other. despite her insane appearance, her blind hope told her that the officer in front of her wouldn’t hurt her. it was true, she’d know those eyes anywhere. either it was him at long last or it was some kind of truly evil joke her decaying mind was playing on her.

it wasn’t until the man’s face crumpled into an expression of desperate hope that she realizes, it’s him. she steps closer at his words, removing her hand from the leather handle of the dagger in her pocket and allowing it to hang at her side. “ ....daniel? ” she whispers shakily, at the verge of tears. her voice had shrunk in a matter of seconds. what had once been a warrior queen was now simply a woman who wanted to be held. she bit down on her bottom lip so hard she thought she tasted her own blood. “ i’m real, god damn it. i’m not some figment of your imagination.. ” she lets out a nervous chuckle as she realizes something else. “ ...you sure as hell better not be some fucked up figment of my imagination either, cause i will not hesitate to kick your imagery ass, no matter how stupid i look. ” 

okay, this is not a time for jokes dalia. a voice scolded her in the back of her mind. stepping even closer, she held out a trembling hand to touch the flesh of his cheek before reconsidering. his skepticism hadn’t seemed to completely dicipate just yet, which was completely valid. she had simply appeared in his life again out of nowhere, not to mention there was a killer clown on the loose. that would make anyone understandably paranoid. “ i thought you’d have forgotten me by now. “ she whispered, finally admitting her biggest fear to herself and to him. in the short time he had been alive before her, she imagined him starting a new life. moving on. finding a new woman to love. as much as that would have crushed her, it would be exactly what she’d want for him. maybe he has, the voice whispered again. anyone would be better for him than you. 

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dalia had only recently begun to comprehend the fact that she was in new orleans. she discovered even more recently that the city also had a killer clown running rampent through it’s streets. just fucking great. how ideal. as she watched the scene unfold in front of her, she felt her heart drop in her chest, instantly reaching for one of her knives. her weapon of choice was usually surprisingly effective, coupled with her aim, she never missed her mark. “ dude, we gotta get out of here! why the hell are you just standing there?! ”

         it started out as the SOUND and then there was a REVELATION. a kid crying… a kid who was probably stolen from their parents and here all alone. “hey,” henrik approached the child. “it’ll be okay… i– “ oh. oh wait. what the–  “Aw that’s sad isn’t it, Henrik? A crying baby….” a hand on his shoulder, the child GONE, and a clown— ? 

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for the first time in her life, dalia wasn’t afraid to let people see the scared look on her face. this was the second time in less than a month that she had woken up some place new without a single clue where to turn. the jazz, the smells and the drunk individuals stumbling past her helped her realize where she was, new orleans, but she still couldn’t put her finger on w h y. she had just begun getting used to the sights and smells of san fran. she had been happy to be surrounded by other people more than anything else if she was being honest. 

over the past three weeks, there had been a part of her that hoped she would be able to find daniel, her daniel. it had been so many years since her death, but her time in the other side had felt like eons. should she stumble upon him, would he remember her? 

it was the little things she missed the most. she missed feeling his arms around around her when she thought that all hope was lost, feeling trapped in the facade she had created for everyone else, even just the simple concept of knowing that she’d wake up with someone in her bed or that he was sitting across from her at the breakfast table. just having him there. she never gave herself the chance to let anyone else in growing up and she felt as if she had made up for lost time with him. 

now, lost in her thoughts of him once again and wondering what the hell she was gonna do, she wasn’t aware of the other person on the street as the pair collided. “ jesus christ dude —— way to scare the shit out of a lady. god damn.  ” she muttered, adjusting her jacket. as silence followed, she examined the figure, hoping to get a good look at him. suddenly, it hit her. those eyes. it felt like she’d looked into them thousands of times before. his hair was dark though, daniel’s was blonde. remembering his face had been the only thing that got her through, of course she knew she was right. he could have died his hair? either way, she didn’t want to get her hopes up. still shaken up by the similarities, she realized how gruff she had been and attempted to extend an olive branch. “ y-you good? “

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what’s up my dudes! so this is dalia and she’s my lil badass. i can’t wait for her to absolutely fuck some shit UP. 

that’s DALIA WARREN not CHLOE BENNET. she’s 28/47 years old and a HYBRID. she may be LOYAL, INTELLEGENT & CHARMING but she’s also VENGEFUL, SECRETIVE & CYNICAL. 

dalia griffin grew up in the east village of new york with two very rich parents. her dad worked on wall street while her mother was his receptionist. the pair fell in love and started a family together. 

dalia was an only child so when her parents were away at work, she spent most of her time alone or with a babysitter. 

when she was eight, her father was arrested and charged with money laundering which once she thought about it, wasn’t really that much of a surprise. she had witnessed shady deals going down at her own kitchen table when she was supposed to be in bed. 

her mother was arrested a few days later for being his accomplice. she confessed to everything, including her husband’s part, the second the cuffs locked around her wrists. 

this left dalia with no one once again. her parents had no living relatives so she was thrust into the foster system. she went to houses all around the country and was transferred frequently due to her bad behavior. she wanted to be in her own and fend for herself, especially if the people at the houses she stayed at saw her as a burden. 

little had she known that there was someone out there searching for her. she had no idea, but the parents she thought were hers were not her biological parents. she had been the product of a teen pregnancy, the daughter of two young teenagers, one possessing the recently triggered werewolf gene, who were so deeply in love with each other that when they saw the two pink lines, they didn’t know what to do. they wanted dalia to have a normal life, a human one. 

this normalcy didn’t last very long. when she was fourteen, she ended up being sent to the house of a very, very bad man in portland. he drank and when he got really angry, he hit her. she bottled it up, for she was a little girl and he was a big strong man. 

one night, she couldn’t take it anymore. when he came home again, drunk off his ass and angry as could be, she hit him in the head with a baseball bat. she didn’t intend to kill him, just to hurt him enough so she could get away. 

thus triggered her curse. she spent the next few months of her life living off the land and the hikers that came through. they were easy to fool, they thought nothing of a fifteen year old girl which made them easy to lure.

it was then when the alpha of the portland pack found her. the pack took her in and she didn’t know this, but she would eventually be reunited with her birth parents. 

she was finally able to have the life she wanted. she had her parents, she had friends, she went to school.. everything she ever wanted, she got. she took on her birth parent’s last name once again and became known as dalia blackwood. 

then, along came a young werewolf by the name of daniel warren. from the second she met him, she knew there was something different about him. getting to know him, she realized what it was. he made her better. he brought out the happy, giddy girl she hadn’t gotten to be since she was taken away from new york all those years ago. 

it was no shock to the rest of the pack when they fell in love. they grew up, graduated and got married with a bright future ahead. 

then came klaus mikaelson. at first, she was suspicious of the strange being. if only she had stayed that way. even the toughest always crack and she too eventually began to wonder what life would be like being able to control her abilities. 

she enjoyed it at first, but suddenly she realized that she didn’t have control over her own mind, klaus did. 

then came the loss of daniel as elijah mikaelson ripped her husband’s heart out of his chest. she was absolutely heartbroken and had no idea how she’d go on without him. she vowed from that day forth that she would make elijah mikaelson suffer, even if it meant making him watch as she massacred his entire family. she wanted him to hurt the way she hurt. she still does, even now.

after breaking the sire bond between herself and klaus along with the rest of the pack, they realized that they had the chance to get rid of this evil that had tormented the world for thousands of years forever. they were turned in by hayley and were slaughtered by klaus without any remorse. 

even in death, she was alone. there was no “better place” bullshit for her. even as the other side was reinstated and then imploded, she did not see a single face that even remotely meant anything to her. 

she recently woke up in san francisco around two weeks ago, back in her own body and without a single idea of where she was or why. all she knew is that time had passed and that not a single soul knew her name.

she too wants klaus and elijah to pay for what they did, especially elijah for killing daniel. he better run the other way because this hybrid is ravenous for a good taste of revenge. 

gimme some connections for her, i’m seriously down for anything. hit me up here or on discord!

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TEETH // 5SOS

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CLOSER (2004) dir. Mike Nichols