#Alaric tore her neck up

[lovelyandproblematic]

you were always laughing

[lumpofwhump]

Find the Word Tag Game

I got a couple of tags for this one -- Thanks!

@whumpsday gave me the words Please, Thank, Hardly, and Softly.

@soheavyaburden gave me the words Burn, Damn, Wince, and Silent.

So, here goes!

Please (Kohat RP with @soheavyaburden):

"The first day that Zail been able to walk without stumbling, even while still leaning against the wall in order to do so, the guards had come to his cell and hauled him, quite easily, by the elbow into the bolted-down chair in the corner of the room without explanation. Before he even could ask what was happening, he heard a snip, and felt the sudden cold of the room against the back of his neck as the hair covering it fell to the floor. He’d broken down completely the first time he'd felt a cut directly to the side of one of his antennae, thrashing wildly even as he realized the danger in doing so. "NO! No! STOP! Please! I'll - I'll tell you anything," he'd promised. 'I'll do anything! Whatever you want, let me -'

The guards paused briefly, as if considering, as he lost the ability to continue speaking, but in the end pulled him back against the chair as he sobbed mutely."

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Thank (Enclave RP with @skinofafish):

"Topher nods, still looking uncomfortable at the way Richardson describes subjects. However, he figures that, unlike Fletcher (hopefully), the director is too set in his ways to be convinced on this. 'Thank you. I’ll take good care of… of Clay. That’s what he prefers to be called, right?' It would take some adjusting. Alaric and the others generally referred to him by spitting his last name out like an epithet."

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Hardly (The Scavenger & the Forgotten, Part 6):

"'Nice try,' the man said casually, ignoring Clee as she sputtered to defend herself against the accusation, right before one of the soldiers fired a shot directly into the other woman's head. She collapsed to the ground with hardly a sound, while Radu yelped and jumped back, his clothes now coated in blood."

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Softly (Kohat RP):

"Lenavee went to Sid’s cell. After a brief look toward her own cell, confirming Erukah wasn't there, she knocked softly on the door."

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Burn (Enclave RP):

“Barclay stared at Zail warily, half-expecting that this stranger was part of another of Katie’s sick games. When Zail briefly met his eyes, he looked away, his face burning."

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Damn (Enclave RP):

"'DON’T!' Harlowe yelled. She knew how this ended, when they didn’t play by the rules set by the guards. Seeing her warning was pointless, though, and seeing Koutoujian raising her gun, Harlowe charged the senior guard, bracing for the worst. She took one shot, two shots, three shots, and felt none of them. Not yet. She jumped over the low partition separating the guards from the Scrap Heap and flung herself at Koutoujian, head butting her, taking her to the floor, and then sinking her teeth into Koutoujian’s shoulder.

Koutoujian already had her at point-blank range, though, and shot her to the chest. Damn. Less precise than she’d like, but the labby would bleed out fast enough, even if she hadn’t hit anything vital."

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Wince (Kohat RP):

"Harlowe abruptly tore off toward Wes Madaus’s apartment building. She could get into the building easily enough. That was a bad sign.

A better sign, though not for her, was that when she picked the lock, she promptly got a fist to the face.

Rather than stopping there, Fiona Madaus kneed her hard to the gut. 'YOU COULD’VE FUCKING KNOCKED,' Fiona fumed.

Harlowe shook her head with a wince. 'Needed to check.'"

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Silent (Kohat RP):

"'Now let's see,' Kageki said, moving slowly and deliberately through the crowd of stunned and panicked onlookers. 'I can only spend so long here. Lots of things to see, lots of things to do before my time's up. So, apologies, but I can only spend my time on the people important enough to be worth killing.' He pulled a gun out of his coat with his offhand and pointed it at the head of the other barista. 'How about you,' he said, just loud enough to cut through the sound of screaming. 'How many people will miss you when you're gone?'

The crowd went nearly silent, and people looked to one another, whispering, trying to figure out what to do. The barista whimpered and looked around for support, and her fearful expression intensified into a look of betrayal. She wailed."

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@skinofafish @wolfeyedwitch @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Not sure if any of you have already done this one (in the recent past...), but if you have time, spoons and interest, here are four words for you to find!

Tear, Hold, Miss, Bury

[kiss-my-freckle]

3x5 scene cuts

There's an obvious one for Stelena, but I suspect there's also one for Delena. To explain Delena's, I'm gonna analyze Stelena's.

Stefan's bite.

Klaus' compulsion on Stefan is a four-step process. The first step, is making sure Stefan obeys Klaus' every command.

"You will do exactly as I say when I say it. You will not run, you will not hide, you will simply just obey."

The second step, is Stefan explaining what being a ripper means.

"You don't get it. I can't stop, Elena! I'm a ripper! A ripper doesn't stop! I listen to the words that come out of your mouth, and all I hear is the sound of your heart pumping blood through your body."

The third step, is making Stefan a full-blown ripper. That's what Damon terms it when Ripper Stefan's humanity is off. Without his emotions, he has no reason to stop himself from feeding on Elena like he did with the broomstick.

"Turn it off!"

The fourth step, is leaving the audience with two truths, and both those truths are hidden in the scene cut.

Truth #1: Ripper Stefan will kill Elena. "The more blood that I get, the more I want, and if I get so much as near yours... You are dead."

Hidden: When Stefan bites into Elena, he can't stop.

Truth #2: Klaus will stop Stefan from killing Elena, which swings back to his initial compulsion. "You will do exactly as I say WHEN I say it. You will not run, you will not hide, you will simply just obey."

Hidden: When Klaus tells Stefan to stop feeding, he stops.

Damon's necklace.

I believe Delena has a similar scene cut. One that explains why the vervain necklace ended up stored in Damon's bedroom... which they reveal in 3x7. There are several reasons why I believe this.

Reason #1: Importance

Elena won't even hold onto the necklace Stefan gave her, but Stefan holds onto his photo of Katherine. If she had even the slightest bit of hope for her and Stefan, I imagine she would've stored the necklace in her own bedroom, not Damon's.

Stefan is no longer in love with Katherine, yet he holds onto her photo. They're not even friends, yet he holds onto her photo. Why does he hold onto her photo? Their conversation in 1x10...

Elena: I've never been in your room before. Stefan: Well, it hasn't changed much over the years. Elena: Do you leave everything here when you come and go? Stefan: It's the only place that... that has remained constant. This room holds every memory that I've ever thought was important enough to hold on to. Elena: A lot of memories.

Elena doesn't hold onto the necklace, period. Apparently, it's not important enough to hold onto.

Reason #2: Possible parallel

When Elena had Alaric compel her memories of Damon in season 6, she boxed and gave him all of her important Damon things before he compelled her. In her choice to be compelled by Alaric, it was also her choice that no one tell her she had been compelled. Meaning... she had no intention of getting Damon's stuff back, and technically gave Alaric his stuff to keep. She so much as wrote herself a journal for the sake of it.

Perhaps it's the same with "Stelena's" necklace.

Reason #3: Leaving, giving, taking

Elena already knows the necklace burned her skin, and is somehow magical. Elena also knows the necklace belongs to Rebekah, and any vampire could walk into the Salvatore boarding house for the sake of taking it. Letting it sit where Damon left it isn't logical for her. Out in the open to get lost and/or stolen after Rebekah tore into her neck over it? No.

My belief: Either Elena told Damon to hold onto it for her, she told Damon to give it back to Stefan for her, she told Damon to give it back to Rebekah for her, or she told Damon he could keep it for himself.

"You're still wearing this necklace. Isn't this the reminder of your unbreakable bond with Stefan?" Damon knows what that necklace means to Elena. Letting it sit where he left it isn't logical for him. Out in the open to get lost and/or stolen? No. Not when he's the one who always made sure that necklace made its way back to her.

My belief: Damon wouldn't just take the necklace and store it in HIS bedroom when it's every bit HER necklace and speaks to her feelings for Stefan. Instead, he would've asked Elena what SHE planned to do with it. Thus, my original belief. Had she told Damon to give it back to Stefan for her, Damon would've put it back in Stefan's bedroom rather than his own. Had she told Damon to give it back to Rebekah for her, he would've respected her decision. This means she either told Damon to hold onto it for her, or she told Damon he could keep it for himself.

This swings me back to my reason #2. When Elena had Alaric compel her memories of Damon in season 6, she was basically "over" him. I say this because she literally erased every reason she fell in love with him, to the extent that she viewed Damon as a monster. What does she see in 3x5, but a monster in Ripper Stefan.

I ultimately believe Elena gave Damon the necklace, knowing it was important to him. More specifically... because of 1x14, 3x1, and 3x4... all leading to a four-step process based on 1x11. She doesn't need to wear the necklace when she's around Damon.

Thus, my suspected scene cut because the necklace became Damon's for Delena.

[l-r-christian]

Can i request a klaus mikaelson imagine where its the scene where klaus compels stefan to turn it off and stuff and when hes in the middle of compelling elena mentions they have the reader and threatens klaus that they will hurt her and the reader is klauses s/o and when klaus gets her back they have a sweet and fluffy reunion

Yes but like I'mma up the danger level because why not :)

Warnings: Fluff, Klaus about to slaughter everyone,

Being the wife of the most dangerous Original was a danger within it's self but Y/N wore the last name Mikaelson proudly. Y/N was a werewolf that was mated and married to Klaus Mikaelson. He met her over 90 years ago finding her, a little old Omega, the last of her pack that was slaughtered by a group of vampires.

'You need an Alpha and lucky for you I need a wolf.' Klaus told her planning to use her in the sacrifice but Klaus found hisself falling in love so he mate bonded to her and married her.

Y/N followed her husband naturally to Mystic Falls when they heard about the doppelganger and Katherine being there.

"Keep an eye on her or I'll kill you." Klaus tells a vampire he compelled as he was readying to leave the house to go find Elena. Klaus walked over to Y/N who sat on the couch he nuzzled her neck scenting her as she kissed his temple.

"Will you and our little pup be alright?" Klaus asked placing a hand on her small baby bump as two months ago they found out she was pregnant. Werewolf loophole, was what the witch called it then Klaus killed her after confirming it as Klaus said the less people who knew the better.

"I will. Please both you and Rebekah be safe."

"We will little wolf."

Well to say Klaus wasn't good at making people suffer was a lie as Elena stood scared to death watching Klaus moving to compel Stefan. Elena knew it would be risky but it was their only plan to save Stefan after all what was the worst that could happen.

"We have her!" Elena shouted as Klaus stopped and looked at the doppelganger as Stefan let out a breath. Klaus eyes darken as a low growl came from his chest.

"What did you do?"

"We took the werewolf you had and if you don't free Stefan....Damon will hurt her." Elena said trying to sound confident as it happened quickly Stefan was okay and Klaus was gone.

"Warn.....Damon.....Elena." Stefan panted put as Elena sent Damon a text. Klaus arrived home with Rebekah in the growling to find the house a mess and his pregnant wife gone.

"Rebekah remove Elijah's and Kol's daggers. We are going to war." Klaus told Rebekah as she looked at her brother seeing a dark look on his face she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Damon are you alright?" Elena asked walking into the Salvatore house seeing Damon hissing as he cleaned a bite wound on his arm. Stefan looked panicked as he moved to his brother's side worried.

"No. Damn bitch bit me. I thought she was just a wolf but her eyes glowed yellow, I think she is a hybrid. " Damon answered as Elena looked at Stefan worry fell on her face. Caroline was going to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Elijah." Elena said shocked when she answered seeing the noble vampire standing there with a small smile on his lips.

"May I?"

"Yes come in." Elena said as she let in the Original who stood with his hands in his pockets seeing the bite mark on Damon's arm then listened for Y/N's heartbeat and the child she carried.

"I thought Klaus daggered you?"

"He did as he plans to slaughter you all but I convinced him to allow me to talk to all first." Elijah answered Damon walking as they watched him sit down.

"I want to see the woman carrying our youngest. Allow me that and I'll try to convince Niklaus to heal you." Elijah said as they all looked at one another and agreed. Caroline went upstairs to get Y/N as Elijah watched the others.

"Why are you helping Klaus."

"I'm not. I am trying to keep you alive. I do not know what that wolf is to my brother but you all woken a rage in him I haven't seen in centuries."

"Unless you want a bite too. You should let me go blondie." Elijah heard Y/N say as he looked up seeing Y/N then his eyes fell to her bump. When Klaus undaggered both him and Kol saying he was going to war to get back his pregnant wife, Elijah thought it was a lie so did Kol. Both they saw the rage in Klaus's eyes one they hadn't seen in centuries, one to promise to burn Mystic Falls to the ground if he didn't get Y/N back.

"Hello there." Elijah said as he was suddenly in front of Y/N and gently touched her bump hearing the heartbeat of the baby. Y/N relaxed catching Klaus's scent on Elijah as she knew who he was from the stories Klaus told her.

"Elijah?" Elena said softly snapping Elijah from his thoughts as the urge to get his sister-in-law out of Salvatore hands.

"I'll inform Niklaus that she is alright. And for your sake keep it that way." Elijah said walking out to tell Klaus as Y/N stood there wanting to be with her husband again.

It was a cold night as Y/N sat on a rocking chair rubbing her bump worried as Elijah had yet to return and Damon was getting worst. Y/N glared at Elena as she came down to the livingroom with a blanket in her hands giving it to the wolf.

"Hoping being nice to will earn favor?"

"No....you just look cold." Elena said sitting in a chair seeing how Y/N shielded her baby bump from Elena. There was another knock and Elena got the door as the others came down seeing it was Elijah and he brought someone with him.

"Elijah, you brought someone with you."

"My apologies for being late. Niklaus wouldn't allow me to return unless I brought another, meet my brother Kol." Elijah said stepping inside with Kol following. Elijah's eyes fell to Y/N seeing that she was alright as Kol walked over to the wolf.

"Damon is worst do you have the cure?" Stefan asked as Elijah pulled out a vile filled with Klaus's blood.

"We will give it to you if you hand over Y/N." Elijah said eyes flickered over to Kol seeing his little brother lighting up when he felt the baby bump and hearing the strong heart beat. 'A little warrior.' Elijah thought as his gaze turn back to the group. Elena was about to agree when Damon interrupted her.

"No.....get...out ...of town....then we'll talk." Damon panted out as Elijah stood tall then placing the vile in his suit jacket.

"Then no cure and Niklaus will lay waste to all you know." Elijah said as Kol stood up looking at Elijah having heard everything.

"Elijah please. Don't let Damon die!" Elena said as Elijah looked at her with dark eyes.

"I layed down our terms. Y/N will comes home with us and you get the cure if not then he dies." Elijah said as he waved Kol to follow. They were half way out the door when Elena spoke up.

"Okay! Take her just please let us save Damon."

"Elena...no." Damon groaned as Stefan helped him sit down as Elijah smirked knowing he won.

"Do you really want to risk waiting? I know you won't survive till morning, her bite is as if you bit by Niklaus." Elijah said staring waiting seeing Elena biting her lip, Stefan was debating as Caroline was wiping the sweat from Damon's forehead.

"Look we aren't leaving, Damon is on death's door. Nik is going to kill you all to get his wife back now if you thought he was bad before you hadn't seen Nik wage a war."

"Kol is right. Rebekah at this moment is trying to stop him from killing both Alaric and Matthew." Elijah said hit too close to home for them.

"Miss Bennett isn't safe also or Jeremy. Niklaus will kill them so it is best to give us the wolf as if Rebekah can not calm him....." Elijah said watching them closely while Y/N sat straight proud almost as Elijah saw a fire in her eyes that was pride for Klaus.

"Okay.....take her." Stefan said not caring that Damon was upset as Elijah reached into his jacket pocket for the vile and Kol got Y/N. Elijah waited until he heard that Kol got the pregnant wolf in the car then Elijah placed the vile on the table.

"Lovely doing business with you." Elijah said sounding a bit smug walking out as Elena quickly rush to get the vile to Damon. Y/N was shaking with excitement on seeing her mate again. Y/N barely reached the front door when Klaus tore it open pulling her into a breath taking kiss.

"Nik I am okay. I'm home." Y/N said softly as Klaus buried his face in her neck while she ran her fingers though his dirty blonde curls calming him. Everyone moved inside and Y/N found her self on couch with Klaus having his face buried in her neck.

"How we leave them alone." Elijah says softly ushering Rebekah and Kol out of the room. Y/N hummed softly calming Klaus down as for now his rage had died.

"I'm sorry for not protecting you, love."

"It is alright Nik, I knew what I was getting into by being your mate and wife." Y/N said softly kissing his head as he nuzzled closer not wanting to let go and shifted so she was on him instead.

"Let's stay like this for a moment."

"What ever you need my beloved wolf." Y/N said as Klaus cupped her bump sigh he sighed drowning his self in her scent to calm his self. Elijah checked up on them moments later to find them asleep on couch, with a soft smile Elijah covered them with a blanket. Sitting to watch over them joined by Rebekah and Kol shortly after enjoying the peace while listening to the strong heartbeat of Klaus's child.

[ilovetheaffection]

anyway that anon earlier made me think about aria before the trauma. So uh, have this!

It was a fun day in the park with her brothers. Her mom and dad had work. But they'd be joining later. She was only 8. But, she loved her big brother, and he was the best person in the whole world. Except for maybe Alaric. But, he was her twin, so it kind of stood to reason he'd be ranking pretty high up.

Alaric had gone off to watch some of the kids fly kites. Although, he was still where Nicholas could see him, because even if he was eighteen, he wasn't irresponsible. No one was getting lost or taken on his watch. Especially not one of them. Maybe their parents. But never the twins.

"Nicholas." She looked up at him. He was so tall or was she so little. She wasn't sure. "Ric abandoned me to watch people fly kites." She pouted.

  "Hey, what am I? chopped liver?" He laughed, booping her on the nose before lifting her up in his arms and tossing her on his shoulders. "You're getting way too big for this, Ria."

"I am not." She laughed, as she messed with his hair for a few moments. "Sides, Nicholas, everyone in class says I'm the smallest and that I'm too thin." She bonked him on the head.

"Hey, easy up there, kiddo. I need that head later for homework."

"Homework is stupid."

"I mean, I don't disagree. But you don't wanna see mother and father after I tell them I didn't do any of it."

"They love you. They wouldn't care." She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on top of his.

"Ric! Come on, we're getting ice cream!"

"I don't like ice cream this month!" He called back.

"Dear god, this child changes his mind like I change my socks."

"Well, he's a boy which means he's stinky and lame."

"Excuse me? I'm a boy!"

"Okay, but you're a good kind of boy."

"I...we need to have a conversation about this when I tuck you for bed tonight."

"How come they never do, anymore?"

"Eh, they are just busy. Besides, I do the voices in the books better than them, anyway. Remember the time a few years ago when father tried to read The Grinch in different voices? It was like a nightmare or a train wreck."

"He is not good at voices, no. Can you read me the one I like?"

"Ria, we read that at least five times in the past month."

"I know." She hugged his neck tightly. "But it's the best one, please, Nic. Please." She dragged out the word.

"Okay, okay. I am too soft for you." He laughed, as Ric finally ran over. "You're being a pain today. But, I guess we can get pretzels instead."

"Yes." The little boy threw a fist in the air.

"It's pretty depressing that a pretzel makes you this excited. We just had an expensive dinner last night."

"I'm 8, Nic. I don't want to eat caviar." Ric offered, with a wave of his hand as they headed for the cart.

They got their pretzels and Nicholas paid. He wasn't hungry at the moment. But it was good for the twins to eat. They ran all over the place. Needed fuel.

Aria squealed at the pretzel in her hand. "This is so big! Look it's bigger than my head!"

"You have a small head, Ria. That's...not.."

"Pft. It's the best pretzel ever."

"Why?"

She took a bite as she hung an arm around his neck loosely. "Cause you got it for me, silly."

He laughed as they headed back towards the blanket he'd brought with them and he settled her onto it and off his shoulders. "Stay this happy all the time, okay? Make sure the little things make you happy." He brushed her chin and then booped her nose again.

She took another bite as she sat on the blanket. "I love everything you give me." She looked at him before laughing. "Especially that stuffed bunny."

"Listen, I wish I'd waited to give that to you past the age of 5 because the name 'Floppy Ears' is haunting me." He shook his head.

She was eating her pretzel as she listened. "Well he does have floppy ears. What else am I gonna call him? Mildred?"

He cringed. "Absolutely not. Give me some of that." He tore off a small piece of her pretzel and tossed it in his mouth.

"We shoulda got cheese for this."

"You don't need cheese. The last time I got you anything with cheese, you had a cheese mustache and looked like you shoved your head in a vat of liquid cheese. Absolutely not."

She pouted. "How dare you, Nicholas. I looked beautiful."

"Kiddo, you always look beautiful. You're gonna drive people crazy someday. Of course, I'll just beat them off you. Big brother's job, after all."

"Nah, I don't like anyone. Not for me."

"You're eight. Of course you don't like anyone right now. Wait till you're sixteen and meet someone with big blue eyes."

She scrunched her nose. "No. I don't wanna." She handed the pretzel to him and buried her face in the blanket.

"You're being a little dramatic today, Ria."

"I am not." She flopped around on the blanket like a fish.

"You really are. You sure you aren't a big actress in Hollywood?"

She looked at him and stuck out her tongue.

"Mature. Really mature."

"I'm eight!"

"I mean...I was pretty sure you were negative eight." He teased, moving to tickle her.

"Hey! No! No tickles." She tried to resist, but started to laugh uncontrollably. Ric was just ignoring them and eating his pretzel and he had just rolled his eyes at them. Not really his scene.

She was laughing to the point where she was wheezing after a bit. So he let up.

"That's much better." He laid next to her on the blanket as they looked at the clouds.

"Nicholas?"

"I'm afraid to say yes. But yes?"

"You always gonna be my big brother?"

"Yeah, of course. Always. Even when we're like old and wrinkly."

"Gross!!! But uh...good."

He shook his head and laughed. "Don't change, Ria."

Except she would and never be that person again.

[thebrotherssalvatore321]

Keeping Secrets Ch. 23

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

“What are you going to do to me?” Katie asked angrily from the chair that she was tied to with vervain soaked ropes. Jonas, Luka’s father, brought her to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

“Elijah told me that you once had a mental block put up on your old memories.” Jonas told her as he looked at the grimoire in his hands. I’m going to attempt to do the opposite.”

“Attempt?” Katie asked with wide eyes, afraid of what would happen to her mind if he failed.

“Don't worry. Elijah made it very clear that I am not to harm you.” He told her and she looked down at the bindings on her wrists then back at him. “Mentally.”

“Elijah is dead, Alaric killed him. Why are you doing this?” she asked, confused.

“Alaric also removed the dagger after stabbing him. I’m guessing your boyfriend didn’t know it has to stay in for Elijah to stay dead. He woke up shortly after and came to me. I located you and Elena. He went after Elena. I am taking care of you.” he answered.

She groaned and let her head fall back. “I wouldn’t call giving me memories I don’t want taking care of me.”

“I’m sorry you don’t want them, but I can’t go against Elijah.” He informed her.

Katie lifted her head back up and rolled her eyes. “You want your daughter back, I get it.” She sighed. “But I am begging you. Do not do this to me.”

“Let's just get this over with.” Jonas walked over holding the grimoire in one hand as he placed the other on her forehead. He started chanting something that sounded similar to what she remembered Sheila chanting, but she wasn't able to think about it before memories from another time started flooding her head sending a searing pain through her temples.

She screamed out, fighting the ropes that bound her. “Please, please stop. It hurts, please!” She screamed, but Jonas kept going.

~1827~

“Ronan has asked for your hand in marriage.” Hannah’s father, a harsh and abusive man, told her from where he sat behind his desk. “In two weeks you shall be his wife.”

“But I do not love Ronan.” Eighteen year old Hannah argued, earning a scoff from her red headed father, his mean, green eyes framed by bushy eyebrows glared down at her.

“Love is for children and fools.” He scolded her. “Ronan comes from a respected family and for some reason he has taken a liking to you.” He informed her, making her frown deepen. “I have no earthly idea why. It's not as if you are a rare beauty to be sought after.” Hannah, had she not been accustomed to such insults, would have felt a punch in the gut from his statement. “You will marry him.”

“I have no say in the matter?” She asked, standing from the chair across from his desk in anger. “It is my hand he asks for. I should have the right to accept or reject him.”

Her insolence caused her father to stand from the chair and backhand her across the cheek before he grabbed her chin in his strong hand and got in her face. “Ronan may very well be the only chance you have to marry. I can not for the life of me see why he would want to wed an atrocious, ill mannered woman such as you. I refuse to have you under my roof for the rest of my life.” He practically threw her away from him with a growl. “You will marry him.”

Later that night she caught her mother alone in her bedroom, sitting in a chair at a vanity combing her wavy brown hair. "You know you are not allowed in here, Hannah." Her mother chided her not looking at her.

"Mother, please, I do not want to marry Ronan." Hannah pleaded with her beautiful mother.

"What is so bad about him?" Her mother asked dismissively. "He is handsome and he likes you."

"But I do not love him, Mother." Hannah argued.

"Pish posh." Her mother answered with a shrug.

"Mother, please, talk father out of making me marry him." Hannah begged.

"Get out of here before your father catches you." Her mother told her with a wave of her hand to the door. "No sense in both of us catching a beating."

Instead of going to her own room she slid into bed with her sister. “So you are to marry Ronan?” her fifteen year old sister asked as they both stared out into the darkness.

“Yes.” Hanna answered sadly.

“I know you do not love him, but you are lucky.” Her sister told her, the innocence in her young voice brought tears to Hannah’s eyes. “He is nice, unlike father. You will be getting out of here. You will be free.”

“Do you know what men expect of their wives?” Hannah asked knowing she shouldn’t taint her sister’s innocence with talk of consummating a marriage.

“You will have to have sex with him.” she answered, shocking Hannah with her knowledge. “Think about it sister. Is having sex really worse than thrashings from a cat of nine tails?”

“It is if I do not love him and do not want to be with him.” Katie answered, getting sick to her stomach at the thought of her wedding night.

“Do you love another?” her sister asked and Hannah shook her head before realizing that her sister couldn’t see her in their dark room.

“No. I simply wish to die an old maid.” She answered with a lie. What she really wished for was a love like no other. She longed for butterflies, adventure, a spark that would ignite something in her and consume her.

“Perhaps you will grow to love him.” her sister suggested sounding hopeful.

Tears silently slipped down Hannah’s cheeks, soaking into her bright curls. “Perhaps.”

Hannah’s sister had been right. She did grow to love Ronan and they lived a comfortable life together away from her father and mother. However the love they shared was that of friends and didn’t hold a flame to the life that Katie longed for. A year after they married Hannah gave birth to their son, her only source of true joy. A year after Jonah was born, Hannah’s sister married Ronan’s younger brother. However yellow fever took him from her leaving her a childless widow. Hannah and Ronan opened their doors to her to keep her from returning to their abusive father.

~1835~

Ronan took a job on a trade ship, leaving Hannah and seven year old Jonah alone. Three months after his departure, Elijah found them in the forest near her house.

~1836~

Jonah sat at the head of the table since it was his eighth birthday, Elijah and Hannah sitting on each side of him, eating the dinner of deer stew and burned biscuits. Elijah had been with them for eight months. “Fiona could have directed me to someone who could cook.” He told her with a smirk at the burned biscuit he held in his hand, examining it for any bite that wasn’t charred.

“I don’t think anyone else would have accepted you.” Hannah countered. “Besides, it is not like you actually need food to survive.” She pointed out with a smirk of her own.

“True.” He told her as he set the biscuit back in the bowl.

“Mother may I be excused?” Jonah asked, eager to pay with his new toys.

“Yes, you may.” Hannah told him and the boy bounced down from his chair and over to the fireplace to play quietly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to his father?” Elijah asked, watching Jonah play.

“He uh…” Hannah started twisting her plain gold band. “He left on a trade ship a year ago and has yet to return.” She told him as she continued to play with her ring as she looked over at Jonah and noticed the fire was getting low and the temperature in the cabin was dropping. “I need to get more firewood.” She announced as she stood from the table and headed to the door.

“I will get it.” he offered as he stood.

“No, I…I could use the fresh air.” She told him then went outside. She was stacking logs in her arms when she saw them…glowing yellow eyes that caused her heart to stop. The last time she had seen them was when her sister was attacked and killed by a wolf.

Elijah was sitting at the dinner table, finishing his stew when he heard Hannah’s ear piercing scream. “Stay inside.” He told Jonah as she ran out to the wood pile to see Hannah on the ground as a wolf tore into her shoulder.

“Elijah!” she screamed as he sped over and grabbed the wolf. It bit him on the arm as he threw it off of Hannah. It ran off into the woods.

With the wolf gone, Elijah kneeled down next to her, wrapped his arm around her back and lifted her up as he bit his wrist and placed it to her lips. “Drink, please.” He told her with fear in his eyes. Hannah did as told and swallowed the blood that filled her mouth. He swept her wild curls to the side and watched as the massive spot of mangled flesh healed leaving just a bloody spot behind. Still shaking in fear she stared at him with tears on her eyes. As relief washed over him he pulled her into him. “You are okay. You are safe.” he sighed as she swayed her side to side as if she were a frightened child. Still slightly in shock Hannah wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up standing her on her feet again. “Let’s get you inside.” he wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her to the cabin.

He left her in her bedroom to get cleaned up while he got more wood to keep them warm. When he got back inside and started stoking the fire back to life Jonah asked, “Is mother okay?”

“Yes, she will be fine.” He told the young boy as she finished with the fire. “For now it is time you went to sleep.” He motioned over to the small bed in the corner of the living area.

“Can I play with my toys just a little bit longer?” the boy begged, but stood from the floor as he did.

“Your toys will still be there in the morning.” Elijah told him and the boy set the toys down then went to his bed. Elijah followed him, and tucked him in the way Hannah did every night.

“I’m worried about Mother.” Jonah told Elijah as he pulled the covers up to the boy's chin.

“She will be fine, she’s just scared of the wolves.” Elijah assured him.

“That is not why I am worried.” Jonah told Elijah as he stood up. “I hear her crying when she thinks I’m asleep.”

“I am sure she just misses your father.” He replied and the young boy shook his head no.

“She cried even before father left.” The boy’s words made Elijah frown and looked at Hannah’s bedroom door.

“You have no reason to worry. Now,” he pulled the covers up a little higher and patted Jonah’s shoulder, “go to sleep.”

“Yes, sir.” Jonah replied then closed his eyes.

Elijah blew out the oil lamp then went to Hannah’s door and knocked. She opened it and gave him a questioning look as she watched him tap absentmindedly on the doorframe. “I just wanted to make sure you are okay.” He told her then looked up from the doorframe to meet her eyes. She jerked her head for him to come in and stepped aside. He came in and she closed the door behind him. “I am okay. Thank you for healing me.” She told him as she set down on her bed and motioned him to the chair that sat at her roll top desk.

"You are welcome." He told her with a polite nod as he sat down and propped his elbow up on the desk.

"That wolf that attacked me...they only come around on a full moon." Hannah started. "They’re not normal wolves."

"They are lycanthrope." He informed her.

"You have seen them before?" She asked with a curious head tilt.

"Yes. They are shape-shifters. On any given day they appear to be human, but they are not." Hannah had grown to love listening to him speak. "They are fast, strong, quick to heal, but on a full moon they transform into wolves. While in wolf form they only have one thing on their mind, killing whoever they come upon. However their prey of choice is vampires." Hannah watched him as he spoke, becoming relaxed by the sound of his voice. "I am afraid it is my fault they found their way here and attacked you." He told her with remorseful eyes.

"It is not your fault. They have been terrorizing us since we moved here." She told him as she looked down at her hands in her lap. "I am glad you are here. If you hadn't saved me my son would be alone, left to fend for himself in this cruel world." She then noticed that the bite on his arm hadn’t healed and he looked pale and clammy. "That wound," she pointed at the bite that could be seen through the tear in his white sleeve, "Why has it not healed?"

"I'm afraid it will not heal for some time." She gave him a questioning look. "A lycanthrope bite is like that of a snake. It releases a toxin that is fatal to vampires." He pushed his sleeve up revealing the ugly bite.

"You are going to die?" She asked, saddened by the possibility.

"If I were any other vampire, yes, but I am an original. It will make me sick and delusional, however as soon as the venom is out of my system I will be fine."

Hannah stood and tentatively pressed her palm to his forehead. "You are burning up." She observed. "Lie on the bed. I will get a wet cloth for your head."

"You do not need to make a fuss." He told her in an attempt to stop her.

"You saved my life. The least I can do is make you more comfortable." She told him as she grabbed a cloth from under the wash basin and poured some cool water over it. She expected to see him lying on the bed when she turned around, but he was gone. "Or not." She tried to stay awake until he returned, but she ended up falling asleep.

When she woke up she went into the living area to see him asleep on his makeshift bed across the room from her son’s. Jonah was awake, sitting at the dining table eating one of the biscuits. "He came in right after sunrise." The little boy informed her. "Is he okay?"

"Yes. He had a bad night is all.” She told him as she set her hand on top of his head. Hearing them talking, Elijah began to stir. Katie walked over and kneeled down as she placed her hand on his shoulder making him open his eyes. “Why don’t you take my bed so Jonah and I won’t keep bothering you?”

“I am fine here.” He told her then closed his eyes again.

Katie left her hand on his shoulder as she looked at Jonah. “Take your toys outside, fresh air will do you good.”

“Yes, Mother.” The boy replied and as soon as he was out of sight Hannah turned her attention back to Elijah.

“You haven’t eaten since noon yesterday.” She pointed out and Elijah opened his eyes again.

“I assure you I am fine.” He insisted, but Hannah wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily.

“You look like death warmed over. You need rest and no one can rest well on an empty stomach. Please, eat.” She told him as she held her wrist out to him.

“You are a stubborn woman.” He complained as he sat up and took her arm in his hands.

“Only when I care.” She told him right before he sank his teeth into her wrist making her wince in pain. When he released her she flipped her hand over to look at her wrist only to see the bite heal before her eyes. She gave him a small smile as she reached up and brushed his long wavy hair out of his face, taking in his improved color. “There, that’s better.” He took her hand from his head sending butterflies through her from the skin contact, as he gave her a small smile of his own. “Now,” she stood up taking her hand from his as she jerked her head to the bedroom, “off to bed with you.”

After the wolf incident something about their relationship changed. They saw each other in a new light, as companions instead of strangers helping each other survive. They started talking more, sharing their lives and getting to know one another. He made her smile and laugh more than anyone ever had before.

A few months later the three of them sat at the dinner table. As usual Jonah sat at the head of the table while Elijah and Hannah sat across from each other. Hannah glanced up from her dinner to the man sitting across from her to see him already looking at her. A blush warmed her cheeks as she turned her eyes back to her bowl. A few seconds later she felt his foot touch hers. She thought it was an accident, but when it happened again she looked up to see him give her a small smile. She blushed again and nudged his foot with hers. “Mother, are you feeling well? Your face looks funny?” Jonah asked, making both she and Elijah laugh awkwardly at the boy’s observation.

Yes, Jonah, I am feeling just fine. If you are finished you may be excused." The boy nodded and hopped down out of the chair, putting his empty plate in the wash basin before he went to the coffee table that Elijah had built and started playing. "Are you ever going to tell me why you are hiding away here in the woods with a married woman and her son?" She asked as she pulled her feet out of his reach.

"Perhaps after Jonah turns in for the night." He answered quietly.

Soon they settled in the living room. She knitted while Jonah read a book and Elijah whittled away at a small piece of wood. "What time is it?" She asked then watched as Elijah looked at his pocket watch.

"Five after ten." He answered then set his whittling aside.

"Alright Jonah. Off to bed with you." She prompted earning a whine from the boy. "Don’t complain." She scolded him gently as he put away his toys and headed to his bed.

"Will you sing to me?" He asked. Hannah looked at him with a sigh then to Elijah.

"I would like to hear as well." Elijah told her with a small encouraging smile.

Jonah had asked her to sing every other night, but she hadn't been able to make herself with Elijah as an audience. "What would you like to hear?"

"Father's favorite please." He answered with an excited, but sleepy smile.

"Very well." She told him with a smile as she laid her hand on him and started singing The Parting Glass. By the time the song was through Jonah was asleep. She pulled the blanket higher up around him then stood and turned to see that Elijah had fallen asleep as well. She smiled to herself as she placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it, waking him up gently. When he opened his eyes and they found her face, she jerked her head to her bedroom.

He got up and followed her, watching as she shut the door behind them to keep from waking Jonah. "I Apologize. I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I find your singing voice to be very comforting."

"I feel the same about your voice." She admitted with a coy smile. "So please, tell me what brought you here." She sat down on her bed and he sat on the stool in the room.

"My mother was a witch, she cast the spell on all of us, making us what we are, including herself. She died. My father…lives on, trying to kill my siblings and me. He believes us monsters that need to be removed from the world. Out of the seven children my mother bore Niklaus, Rebekah and I are all that remains." He answered not looking at her but at the wooden floor of the room. “We split up to make it harder for our father to track us.”

"So that is why you are here?" She asked with a frown. "To hide from your father?" Elijah nodded, still not looking at her. Even when she slipped from the bed and walked the few steps over to him he did not look up. She tentatively reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. "Elijah." She whispered his name and he finally looked up at her with a hardened reserve in his chocolate brown eyes. "I know what it is like to have a father that despises you. You are welcome here as long as you'd like."

"You are too kind." He told her as he reached up and gently grabbed her wrist talking her hand from his face as he stood up. "Good night, Hannah."

The whole next week Elijah became distant, all smiles and flirtations stopped. Growing more worried Jonah found his mother hanging the wet laundry on the line while Elijah went out hunting. "Is Mr. Mikaelson mad at us?" He asked Hannah to stop what she was doing to look down at the young man.

"He is only mad at me." She replied not knowing that Elijah stood off in the distance listening to them.

"Why?" He asked.

Hannah kneeled down to be eye level with the boy. "Some people...they don't like getting too familiar or too close to others. They stay away for fear of caring too much."

"Why would someone be afraid of caring?" Jonah asked, confused.

"Because when you care about another person it means that they can hurt you, even if they do not mean to." She told him.

"I don’t understand." He told her with confusion in his young innocent eyes.

"You will one day." She assured him as she stood up. "But for today why don't you go milk Millie?" The boy nodded and ran off to milk the cow.

Later that night Katie laid in her plush bed, tears of loneliness slipping from her eyes, wetting the feather pillow beneath her head.

Elijah in turn laid awake listening to the rain beating down on the wooden roof of the cabin. "She's crying again." Jonah's sleepy voice pulled Elijah from his thoughts and made him tune his ears into the bedroom where he heard Hannah's quiet sobs.

"She will be okay." He told the boy as he sat up and looked into Jonah's eyes. "Go back to sleep." Compelled to do so, Jonah laid down his head and closed his eyes.

Elijah knocked softly on Hannah's door, then listened as she came to it and opened it just a crack. "Yes?" She asked, keeping her eyes down cast so he couldn't see the redness of them.

"May I have a word?" Hannah nodded and stepped back letting him inside before she shut the door and turned to see him tapping the corner of her oil lit writing desk in thought. "I apologize for my behavior here of late." He said while looking down at his hand.

"I should be the one apologizing." She replied, making him look up at her, confusion. "I...overstepped and made you uncomfortable... I'm sorry."

"You did not make me uncomfortable or overstep." He told her as he turned to her and tucked his hands into the pockets on his trousers. "You showed me kindness and I shut you out. I am sorry."

"It's quite alright." She assured him as she sat down on her bed.

He sat down on the chair at the desk. "I would like to get to know you better."

"What would you like to know that I haven’t already told you?" She asked as she brought her feet up onto the bed and tucked them to the side.

"How did you come to know your husband?" He asked as he leaned back in the chair with an interested look on his face.

"My family and I met him at his family's barn raising. They were new to the community. My sister was taken with Ronan from the start, but he was taken with me. Said he knew from the moment his eyes landed on me that he would ask for my hand one day. So when I came of age he did." She answered as she watched him rest his arm on the desk, listening to her with a slight squint to his eyes. "I did not want to marry him. Not just because my sister fancied him, but because I didn't." She let her eyes fall to the thick cream quilt on her bed. "I know it broke my sister’s heart when I told her he had asked for my hand, but she never said so. She told me I was lucky to be getting away from our parents."

"If you didn’t want to marry him, why did you?" He asked with a frown.

"Because... while my father was harsh his words were true. He informed me that love is for children and fools. And I would be a fool to pass up Roman's generous offer because it would be my only one. No man would want an atrocious, unattractive, ill mannered woman like me."

"What a cruel man to speak such a way about his daughter." Elijah said with a frown.

"Like I said. I know what it is like to be despised." She replied, still looking down at her hands.

Things got quiet between them as she got lost in thought and Elijah let her words sink in. After a while he broke it. "It is late. I should turn in for the night."

He started to open the door, but Hannah spoke up, "Elijah?" He turned back to her. She wanted to tell him he could have the other half of her bed, but she knew it was improper to share a bed with a man you are not married to. So instead she said, "Goodnight."

He gave her a small close lipped smile and a "goodnight." as he pulled the door open and walked out.

Winter turned to spring and with spring came school. Since they lived so far from town Jonah stayed the week days at the trading post in town with Fiona. It was an arrangement that the two women had worked out right after Ronan left. With every passing day Hannah started to lose hope that Ronan would ever return and in doing so started letting herself develop feelings for Elijah.

One late spring night a loud sharp howl sounded causing Katie to shoot straight up in bed. "Elijah?" She called shakily hoping he was awake to hear her.

He came into her room and saw her standing beside her bed, looking right at him even though she couldn’t see him. "I'm right here." He told her as he slid his arm around her waist using the fact that she was scared as an excuse to hold her close.

Her heart rate increased, at his touch that sent a spark of pleasure through her sending the butterflies in her stomach into a tizzy. When another howl sounded Katie jumped closer to Elijah out of instinct. Without thinking she pressed her hands to his chest. "Is it the lycanthrope?"

"No." He answered confidently.

"How are you so sure?" She asked. He let go of her, went to the window and pulled the curtain back. He motioned to the crescent moon with his hand held out to the side. She walked over and ducked her head to look out the window and saw the bright crescent in the clear sky. "Oh." She answered with a blush as she stood up straight and looked at him in the very dim moonlight. Not feeling like going to bed just yet she felt her way to the oil lamp and lit it, brightening the room so she could see him plainly. “I guess I look silly now don’t I?” she asked as she brushed a lock of curls behind her ear.

“Perhaps just a…” he held his pointer finger and thumb up in a pinching gesture, “little.” He gave her a smile that told her he was picking with her.

Hannah laughed at herself in embarrassment and scratched the back of her neck. “I…” she wanted to tell him how much she liked him and that he made her feel things she had never felt before, but the only man she had ever been with was Roman and it was simply for procreation, never for fun. She didn’t know how to flirt or even how to touch a man in a way that conveyed how she was feeling. “I don’t know how to say what I wish to.” She told him then lifted her eyes from the floor to watch his eyes that squinted at her then relaxed when he realized what she was trying to tell him. Deciding it would be easier to show him what she wanted, rather than tell him, she closed the space between them to just a few inches and placed her hands on his chest.

Elijah could hear her heart start racing from the contact and as soon as she looked up at him through her lashes he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into him, catching her top lip between his. The sensation his kiss sent though her to her core pulled a sound from deep within her that she had never made before, a pleasured moan. A trail of kisses left tingles along her jaw to her neck pulling another moan from her. “You are trembling.” He observed as he pulled back and slid his hand that wasn’t cupping the back of her head over her thin sleeping gown covered shoulder.

“I have never felt like this before.” She admitted with a whisper as she opened her eyes and looked into his.

“And how do you feel?” he asked as he gazed back at her.

Her eyes dropped to her hands on his chest as she slid them up to hold each side of his neck. “Alive.” She answered as she looked back up at him as a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Your touch sends a spark…like lightning through my skin.” With a look in his eyes she’d never seen before and couldn’t identify, he slid his hand down her arm and grabbed her hand off his neck to hold it in his, causing her heart to start racing again. “Do you feel it too or am I going insane?” she asked with worried eyes.

Elijah kissed the palm of her hand, making her eyes flutter then placed it back on his neck. “I feel it too.” Those four words were all she needed to hear to give into what she was feeling and she threw herself into him, kissing him with a hunger that she couldn’t control. In two swift movements her human eyes barely caught their night clothes were gone and he pulled her back into him. With another swift movement he grabbed her curvy waist and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him out of instinct.

They kissed as he walked over to the edge of the bed, laid her back then stood up, slipping his hand over her neck and down her chest between her breasts. She watched his face as he admired her for a quick moment then lowered himself over her, sliding his hands into hers that were laid out to the side then brought them above her head. He attacked her neck with kisses as he sank into her, “Elijah.”

Afterwards they laid in her bed, covered only by a thin sheet. His arm around her shoulders held her to his side while she stared at her hand resting on his nude chest. In that moment everything in her was relaxed and her thoughts were quiet for the first time ever. Being with Elijah was like nothing she had ever felt before and she doubted she would ever feel with anyone else. “You are quiet.” Elijah pointed out and she didn’t respond. “Having regrets?”

“No.” she answered, but he could hear sadness in her voice.

“Hannah, look at me.” He told her quietly, but she couldn’t. “Talk to me.”

“If my life has taught me anything it’s that men do not like it when a woman speaks her mind.” She replied, still staring at her hand on his chest.

Elijah hooked his pointer finger under her chin and eased her head up to look at him. She pushed herself up on her arm to be able to look at him comfortably. “I am not your average man and I would very much like to know what is going on in that beautiful head of yours.” he cupped her cheek in his hand and her eyes slipped closed for a moment.

She took a deep breath and let it out as she opened her eyes. “I am a terrible wife.” The calm she had been feeling suddenly turned into a tornado and tears started quietly slipping down her cheeks. “I should feel terrible about that, but I don’t.”

“Then why do you cry?” he asked as he wiped a tear with his thumb.

“I do not know.” She answered honestly with a shake of her head that caused her messy curls to sway, then laid back down with her head on his shoulder.

“You told me that you married Ronan because your father told you that no other man would want an atrocious, ill mannered woman like you. Do you honestly believe these things to be true?”

She rubbed his chest absentmindedly. "Yes."

"Hannah," he rolled over, and propped his head up with his elbow and hand as he looked into her eyes, "you are the most stunningly beautiful, kind hearted, open minded woman I have ever met."

"The bad stuff is easier to believe." She replied not meeting his eyes.

As the days passed Hannah, Elijah and Jonah became a family. Hannah accepted that Ronan had either abandoned them or died at sea, and took off her wedding ring. For the first time in her life she felt true happiness. The loneliness that had kept her up at night as she cried into her pillow vanished.

Three months later Hannah stood in Fiona’s trading post. “You and Elijah are getting along well?” the dark haired woman who radiated strength and power, asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes.” Hannah answered with a blush as she looked at a beautiful gown hanging on the back wall of the shop. “It would be safe to say that I have fallen in love with him” Her friend made a scandalous sound that made Hannah laugh and turn to her. “The only problem is…” she paused and looked around the shop seeing that it was empty as she walked over to Fiona who stood at the front counter, “he is immortal. I will grow old and die while he lives on.”

“You could always ask him to turn you.” Fiona suggested not looking up from the imported fancy shoes that she was stocking behind the counter.

“As much as I love him I don’t think I could ever convince myself to be what he is.” She answered with a frown. “Is there anything you could do to make me live longer?” she asked looking up from her hands that tapped the counter.

“No, but…” the bell above the door rang, stopping their conversation. They waited patiently for the customer to get what he needed and leave. “I have a solution to your problem.” Fiona told her about the linking spell and that as long as Elijah lived she would return to him and vice versa.

“What do you need?” Hannah asked hearing all she needed to hear to know she wanted Fiona to work her magic.

“Are you sure about this?” Fiona asked with skeptical eyes.

“I am sure.” Hannah answered with a nod.

Fiona placed her hand over Hannah’s heart and started speaking in another language. After a few minutes she stopped and dropped her hand. “It’s done.”

“Will he know what we’ve done?” she asked.

“He will be able to feel you call to him, as well as any extreme feelings you may have. If I were to stab you, he’d be able to feel it.” she explained. “You will figure it out with time.”

Elijah figured out what Fiona and Hanna had done, but they never talked about it.

~1838~

It was a bright spring day. Hannah attempted to hang laundry on the line, but Elijah kept teasing her dress covered sides and kissing her neck, distracting her from her work. They were so wrapped up in their toying around that they did not realize they had company until they heard someone clear their throat. Hannah laughed as they both turned to see a man on a horse, a small child on the saddle in front of him. It took Hannah a moment to recognize the man, but when she did her heart stopped and her smile faded. "Ronan?"

"Surprised to see me, Dear?" He asked with an angry look at Elijah who still stood behind her. Ronan got down off the horse then grabbed the child and walked over to her. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"What are you doing here?" She asked, still in shock.

"Last I checked I live here with my wife and son. Though I see you no longer wear my ring." He glanced over at Elijah then turned his attention back to Hannah. "Where is Jonah?"

When he realized that Hannah was unable to answer Elijah spoke up. "He is staying with a friend closer to town so he may attend school regularly."

"I don’t believe I was speaking to you." Ronan snapped.

"I don’t believe I care who you were speaking to." Elijah snapped back as he took a challenging step toward the raven haired man holding the child on his hip.

Hannah stepped between them and looked at Elijah. "Give us a minute?"

"Of course." Elijah stepped back a few feet and motioned for them to talk.

"You have been gone so long I thought you had died." Hannah explained with a look between him and the toddler.

"My journey took longer than expected." He told her then looked down at the child on his hip. "Her mother died on the ship, just before we docked." He explained then looked back at Hannah. "I hoped we could give her a home, raise her and Jonah as brother and sister."

"You have been gone for four years. You can not tell me you expected to just pick up where we left off and raise an orphaned child together." She argued back quietly.

"I expected my wife to be faithful. Not whore herself out to another man." He told her with wide eyes.

The sharp crack of skin on skin filled the air as she backhanded him across his cheek. "I am not the weak, dutiful to a fault woman you left behind and you will not speak to me in such a manner!"

Having seen enough Elijah walked back over and looked at Ronan. "Why don’t you tell her the truth?" Elijah asked, making Hannah look at him as Ronan glared at both of them. Elijah wrapped his arm around Hannah’s waist holding her to his side. "The child has your eyes." He looked into Ronan's eyes and compelled him. "Tell the truth."

"I met a woman...we fell in love...she got pregnant and I could not let her raise the child alone. We were going to have a second child, but she and the baby died in childbirth. I did not know what to do so I came here." Hannah’s eyes turned glaring and her freckled nostrils flared. Ronan blinked in confusion. "Why did I just tell you that?"

"Get off of my land." She told him as she stepped out of Elijah's arm to stand in front of Ronan. "Leave this town and never return."

Elijah looked him in the eyes and compelled him. "Do as she says."

Hannah never told Jonah that he had a half sister. Instead she let him believe for his sake that his father had died at sea. A few months after Ronan returned Klaus found Elijah and killed Hannah. Elijah left Jonah with Fiona who located Ronan and brought the young man to his father who raised him alongside his half sister.

~Present Day~

“Please tell me you are done.” Katie panted as she weakly looked up at him.

“I am done.” He told her as he untied the ropes on her wrists and ankles. “Elijah told me to take you home when I was done. Is your home with the Salvatore brothers or the house you own?” he asked as he helped her stand up and she was too weak to bother protesting.

“Bring me to my house.” She answered and started walking. They were almost to the door of the warehouse when a sharp pain shot through her chest making her cry out and she would have fallen, but Jonas caught her. “No, no, no.” She cried as she placed her hand over her chest knowing that Elijah was dead and would most likely stay that way this time.

“Care to explain what that was about?” Jonas asked with wide eyes.

“Elijah is dead.” She panted through the pain. “Something tells me they won’t make the same mistake twice.” She watched as Jonas’s face turned angry.

[werezmastarbucks]

Whitmore Guy - the letter

Part One

Kai Parker x fem!Reader slowburn

whatever gifs I’m going to use on this one, I hope the creators are okay with that

The Mystic Falls team decide they want to get rid of Kai Parker for good - and in a way that would ensure he won’t be able to come back. Death is not secure enough this time, so they go with Malivore. Who knows what the poor bastard is doing down there, but six months later, a new guy comes to work at the college - and meets the reader seemingly for the first time.

word count: 1189

warnings: Damon’s still a dick and also bitter

Damon was clutching a piece of paper in his hand. He could hear his brother, perched up against the doorframe, waiting for him to say something. But both vampires kept silent. Stefan ran out of patience first.

“What’s that?”

He blinked, and folded the letter, putting it in the drawer, under his neatly folded shirts – all black.

“You said you don’t want to know, little brother”.

Stefan cocked his head, lazily, his marble face covered with the dark fog.

“It’s got something to do with Malivore and why we all were there?” he guessed.

“Yes. And you said”, Damon repeated gravely, “that you don’t want to know. So, go, and don’t… I’d say forget about it, but you kinda already did, so…”

Stefan shifted a little, closing his self-embrace, encircling his elbows. He sighed.

“Was it a horrible thing we did? Why wouldn’t I want to know what happened?”

“It wasn’t horrible. It was the right thing to do”.

“Does you letter from the past state so?”

“Exactly”.

“Who else knows?”

Damon said nothing, but gazed at him, his manly jaw moving forward. Why does it always have to be him?

Listen here, Damon, it’s me. I mean, you. You’re sitting in your car outside the cave in Georgia right now, confused about what you’re doing here. The first thing you do now is, you leave and read this completely and utterly alone. Bon Bon wanted to know, too, because she’s a brave soul, but honestly, he’s not worth it. Don’t tell her.

Are you completely alone? Are you sure?

You were at the pit because you were dealing with the baddest scum on Earth. Let me tell you a story.

In 1994, a guy, a siphoner witch, killed his whole family – well, almost all of them – in cold blood like a freak he is, for power. He was locked away in a magical prison world and spent almost twenty years there, but he got out – not gonna mention how, or else you’ll be real angry.

Anyway, upon being released, the guy went for Mystic Falls. The guy’s name was Malachai Parker, but everybody called him Kai. Remember it. Remember this name and know that he’s the worst crap headed, the most violent, the most fucked up, the craziest, filthiest and absolutely the most annoying little shit you’ve ever met in your life. I’m not being dramatic, Damon, he’s the absolute worst. What??? Worse than Katherine? you ask. Are you annoyed yet? I had to spend TIME with him. He was pretty damn near to Katherine, man. You completely lost all hope when he met Y/N. He tricked her into loving him when he solved the problem of difficult relationships with her father by killing him. Seeing that we let it slide, he proceeded with killing her grandmother, too. All the bullcrap about him loving someone is complete nonsense because Kai’s a diagnosed sociopath. He did not love her. He’s used her because she has magic and they had some kind of connection which allowed him to siphon her as much as he wanted. All that is not relevant anymore, thank Fuck. I never managed to fully grasp that vessel-siphoner witchy tofu. Who cares?

That’s the main reason you all actually gathered to get rid of him: he was turning your friend, a girl you swore to protect ten years ago, into a murderer. Together, they have burned a house with living people inside. Y/N killed Shane Atticus while being with him, and she also killed Katherine to get back at YOU when you tore his head off. Yes, you have killed him before, but the bastard crawled right back from hell and dived his claws deep inside of her. She was turning violent, erratic, selfish. She manipulated you to send Rebekah to hell so that Klaus had a reason to open the gates – and let him out.

Y/N was transforming into this beast he’s been grooming, making her just like him.

You threw him in Malivore because he was that bad. Here’s the list of other things Kai did that led to this day:

He killed his pregnant sister, together with her two unborn children. She was Ric’s fiancée.

He killed the surviving members of his family and coven, hunting them down like animals, one by one, in a sadistic way.

He left Bonnie in the prison world for months, and she nearly killed herself there.

He stabbed her several times.

He tried to kill YOU and your brother.

He tortured Elena. For fun.

He shredded a Grill bartender’s neck because he was talking to Y/N.

He has turned himself into a vampire to become a heretic.

He was an abomination of a vampire, and he didn’t drink human blood, he fed on supernatural creatures. He’s been turning people in the town so that they served as his blood bags.

He was slaughtering the citizens of Mystic Falls for fun.

He killed Matt Donovan (the male blonde guy with sad life).

Those are just the things off the top of our head. There’s more I can’t think of.

Remember, Damon, you’ve all decided that it would be the best thing for her and for the rest of the goddamn PLANET if he was gone. You all decided that throwing him into the pit of oblivion would be the most suitable thing. He never existed, as far as we know. There’s no Kai Parker, and there has never been. You have cleared Y/N’s phone, the house, her computer, so there’s no evidence of him in her life. It’s all gone now. She’ll be much much better off… it’s done. Kai Parker is gone forever, and I can’t express how much relief it is (gonna be when you do it). You gotta believe me, Damon, he was worse than Klaus, nastier than travelers and bitchier than the sirens. On the scale of badness he was like 10 poisonous snakes that eat your balls and set you on fire and make you shit yourself while singing Michael Bolton. He was obnoxious, loud, annoying, intrusive and just outright evil. His eating habits… There was never hope for that man, if that’s what you’re asking yourself.

I’m writing it a bit ahead, but I’m pretty sure he’ll kick, and scream, and beg when I drag that monster to the pit. This will be the happiest day of my life.

It was the right thing to do, Damon.

P.S.

Nobody else wanted to remember about this, except Bonnie, but I’d rather you kept it from her, too. She deserves much better than live with even a shade of this in her life. The guys specifically said they don’t want to remember him and what we did to him: Blondie vamp, Elena, Alaric and Stefan. So, keep it from them, you owe them that much. Tell them you don’t remember anything either, and what a bloody shame that nobody thought to leave a note. What a bunch of idiots!

P.P.S.

Keep an eye on Y/N. Tell her she had food poisoning or whatever so that’s why she wasn’t at the Malivore pit with everybody.

Damon

11/11/19

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Petrichor

On a Sunday night, as others reluctantly prepared for their workweek ahead, Elidi sat unaccompanied at the bar sipping some whiskey on the rocks. At Pack Masters Pub everyone left her alone for the most part, despite her being fairly well known and an enforcer of the law. These individuals only cared to drink or brawl anyhow. With her back leaned against the countertop, she faced the scrappy regulars, where a cluster of them fought over some trivial reasonings. Elidi simply lifts her arm up and out of the way as a fellow patron smacks headfirst into the counter beside her, the glass is raised to her lips where she downed the rest of its contents before turning around to ask for another.

While she patiently waited for her refill, her fingers tapped restlessly against the crystal, lambent hues downcast. In a way, Elidi welcomed her noisy surroundings, a needed diversion from impending memories. A well-embraced haze muddles her mind, the effects of the alcohol warming her cheeks, unaware of how many refills she's had already. The recollections were analogous to nightmares as the years carried on. It was approaching the ten year anniversary since Elidi was blessed by an unidentified Mythos, and her perspective on justice is altered indelibly.

She had just begun her career as a police officer, 22, and prepared to open up a new chapter in her life. Generally, she was stuck with novice tasks, issuing tickets or warnings, dispersing any confrontations or altercations, and she dealt with a lot of drunks. Her natural capabilities with water, although not indomitable, were sufficient enough to get her out of many difficult situations.

Alaric Fanes, a freshly turned vampire, weak to his desires and sloppy, quickly caught the attention of law enforcement and the public alike with his numerous killings. Careless as he may be, he managed to narrowly avoid apprehension each time. The weather was overcast that particular Thursday, the sun hidden behind rain-filled clouds that blackened the sky above, with a pleasant scent of rain hovering. It was nothing but a coincidence that she spots the vampire, dormant in the shadows between the general store and the fitness center. It was even possible his hunger became insuperable to ignore, and he didn't expect many to be looking for him throughout the day. There were also fewer civilians out and about because of him, either frightened or just taking extra that precaution.

As quick as their eyes meet, Alaric bolts, Elidi's uniform a dead give away. Pursuing a vampire is futile for a witch, the species as a whole is faster than magika could ever hope to be. Teleportation was dangerous, even with the location set in her mind, who knew what she'd transmit into. Despite these facts, Elifi ran after him, in advance calling in her location, then headed into the alleyway he disappeared in. Though as she turned the corner, Alaric waited for her there, knocking her into the brick wall and pinning her with his hand around her neck. Desperate attempts are made to pry his grip off her, water formed hastily by the witch to aid her escape. Cut into his complexion, formed about his head to pull backward, suffocate even, but what is air to a creature that no longer needs it? She remembers his fangs nearing her jugular, the way they seemed to tauntingly glisten with saliva and the sound of the water that dripped from his skin, mocking her vain attacks. Within her struggle, she manages to free one of her hands, jabbing it into his chin to push his teeth upward and away from her flesh. Irritated with her squirming, as punishment a hiss emits from him before Alaric is quick to snap her wrist, followed by a firm shove into the wall, where her head smacked heavily into the bricks. Assured this was her demise, Elidi was astounded when he stilled, dropping her and moved instead to stare wordlessly out the alleyway. The witch slumped earthward, cradling her wrist delicately with her blurred vision fixated on him, reeling.

A boy near the age of 14 walked by, a skateboard in hand and one earbud in, oblivious to the situation around him as he texted leisurely on his phone. She understood then why he let her go. Elidi willed herself to move expeditiously, no farther than pushing herself into a lunge as Alaric turns, his fist connecting with her jaw. The impact in his punch is abundantly strong, forcefully slamming her rearwards into the wall behind. She coughed violently, splatters of blood splotching the pavement beneath trembling hands.  

The sound catches the young boy's attention, horror-filled his gaze while his frame turned toward the duo, slowly backing up as the vampire approached. While her vision was distorted she could still makeout Alaric's silhouette approaching the teen slowly, who now stood frozen. "Stop it." He paid her no mind as his grip seized the boy off the ground, the skateboard clattering noisily as it fell. In the background she strives to stand, ignoring the protesting in her bones, scrawny whips of water grappled his forearms. "Stop it!" Finally, Alaric turned, looking over his shoulder to Elidi, the malicious glare in his hues making her blood run cold, and stilling her scramble. The noise that follows haunts her to this day, the teen's scream echoed throughout the empty streets as the vampire's fangs tore into his neck, a revolting, deafening noise. "STOP!"

Overhead the sky dimmed considerably, rain falling heavily around them, the wind howled in her ears. In spite of her endeavors, she wasn't able to reach the child fast enough, his body writhing midair permanently engraved in her mind. This made no sense to her, the boy did nothing wrong, he had an entire life to live, he probably had a family, friends he wanted to hang out with still. Why couldn't she move fast enough, why couldn't she stop him? Why?! A scream of outrage emits from her, precisely as the sky opens up above, releasing a flash of lightning that connected straight with Elidi's frame.

Eons felt like they had come and gone, with Elidi standing a front a being so luminous she was incapable of viewing them directly. A steady humming resonated encompassing her, accompanied by the faint flickering of flames extensively. The air was hot, heavy, nearly suffocating. Two scintillating hues stared at her, orange and yellow, unblinking. The entity remained reticent, yet the presence felt anything but horrifying. All she could do was stare before she is sent crashing back down to earth, where her situation is harshly brought back to light.

In those seconds of unconsciousness, she had somehow closed the gap between herself and the vampire, who had spun around to face her. The child's lifeless body lay at his feet. Blood ran nether ward from the vampire's chin and onto the pavement as her hand gripped his countenance tightly, tainted blood painting her palm. Luminous eyes peered into the vampire's own, smoldering with her outrage as sparks funneled through her fingertips. Lightning pierces through his porcelain skin, the air nearby crackling with her wrath as his flesh sizzled beneath her palm. Smoke lies in Alaric's place, a pile of steaming ashes that she stares at with heavy disdain, panting heavily. 

With a gasp she turns to face the child, dropping to her knees next to his frame, in hopes he was still alive. Vaguely she remembers the sound of sirens, clutching his bleeding wound, and the boys faint breathing up till she herself collapses.  

A drunken customer slamming his pint glass down against the counter startles her back to the present, an annoyed glare tossed in their direction. Absentmindedly, she pressed her fingertips to her nape, her skin scarred from that day. She wasn’t quite ready to let go of the past just yet. 

Regardless of her actions and the medical staff alone, the boy succumbed to his injuries and passed on transport to the hospital. Although grateful for her newly acquired abilities, she only wished to have obtained them sooner, to prevent this unnecessary death. Finishing off her drink, she requests another with her elbow propped up on the counter to support her cheek nestled in her palm. "Such a cruel world.." The witch spoke lowly to herself, muttering her thanks as the drink is set in front of her.  

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The Forgotten - Chapter 13

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

2011

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Shoving up the sleeves of her oversized sweater proved pointless since they slipped down her arms moments later, but she persisted until her search took on a frenzy that made her fashion worries obsolete. With her pulse slamming in her ears she flipped through the overflow of pages for the fourth time. Each yellowed page held a different image of a dark object imprisoned in the tightly woven fibers.

She forced her limbs to slow down and carefully placed the objects in a pile that she would place in a folder later. There was the devil’s star that would cause a thousand cuts, cursed shackles to halt a witch’s power – she had loaned them out once when the Voodoo Queens had gotten out of control. There was a diamond, a dagger, a hand of glory and a blood rider. Nearly a hundred objects – most of them dark – were stacked, but there was a single, glaringly obvious, absence.

Her hands shook as she pulled every last page from the grimoire and categorized them: spells, rituals, tools and light objects. She couldn’t read the final pages as they were sorted and the absence confirmed.

She took a deep breath, wiped her sweaty palms on her leggings and reached for her cell phone. She flipped to her stored numbers and pressed call. The dial tone stretched out and calmed her heart.

It was a coincidence.

It had to be a coincidence.

It was just in New Orleans.

It had to be in New Orleans.

“-Lo?” His gruff, sleep laced, voice, crackled over the line.

“Hi, sweetie,” her stomach clenched, painfully, “did I wake you?”

“No,” he cleared his throat.

“Who’s it?” A second voice mumbled, muffled by what sounded like a pillow.

“It’s my mom,” he spoke away from the speaker.

“I did wake you,” she chewed her bottom lip. “I’m so sorry, baby. How’s Katie?”

“Good,” he slowly came awake, “she’s half-asleep. What’s going on, mom?”

She stared at the piles of magic and pushed her hair back. “It’s probably nothing…”

“You’re calling at 2am,” Thierry tried and failed to stifle a yawn, “it’s clearly something. What’s wrong?”

“I think one of my objects has gone missing,” she sighed. “Could you check and make sure I didn’t leave it behind?”

“What am I looking for?”

“A bronze bracelet.”

She held her breath, listening to the rustle of fabric and the squeak of bed springs. A series of footsteps, opened doors and the spin of a combination lock passed before he started shifting objects around. She was certain she had locked the more dangerous items in paper, but she had been wrong before.

“I don’t see a bracelet,” he murmured. “Are you sure it’s in your collection? It might have been taken in one of the Saint Anne raids.”

“I’m sure the human faction has it,” she rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m sorry for waking you.” There was a pause before he spoke again; it was a habit he had picked up from her: wait and listen.

“Is everything okay, mom?”

“Its fine, honey. It’s gonna be fine. I will sort this out, and then try to find something to help that little girl and then I’ll be home,” her smile looked strained in the mirror. “How’s New Orleans?”

“Are you asking about the city, or the witches?” He chuckled. “The city is as colourful as always, and the witches are whispering about something to do with regaining their power, so its business as usual.”

“What are they whispering about?” She frowned.

“Something about enlisting an Original.”

“Me?” She guessed, though she was already on the side of magic.

“Not sure, but I’ll keep my ear to the ground and let you know if I hear a name.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “I love you.” She hoped the desperation in her eyes wasn’t clear in her voice.

“I love you, too.”

She hung up and stood, wanting to go slow – to take her time and think things through – but her muscles possessed a mind of their own and urged her to race through the dark house and into the study where she stole five of her dad’s old medical files after dumping the contents in the cabinet.

In the kitchen she gathered herbs and spices from the cupboard, candles from the drawer and a metal bowl.

Back in her room she placed the piled pages in separate folders, save for one, and spaced the candles around the room; they lit with a thought and she knelt.

Measured quantities of the herbs were poured into the bowl with precise flicks of her wrist.

This was something she could do. It was something she was good at.

She tipped one of the candles over until the dried herbs caught and bit into her wrist, allowing a few drops to fall into the flames. With her eyes closed she murmured the words that would lift the remaining fog in her head and leaned down to inhale the rising smoke.

“Dekouvri sa kit e pedi,” fragrant smoke tickled her sinuses. It washed over her in a tingling sensation that rose from her toes. She cried out as it reached her head and a blinding pain exploded behind her eyes.

She keeled over, pitching to the left and sprawling on the floor. Her wide eyes were blind to the hands that lifted her up onto the bed. Snippets of conversation floated around her, but her darting eyes were focused on something they couldn’t see or hear.

“Should we call Bonnie?” Jeremy’s eyes snapped up from his sister’s unseeing gaze.

“It looks like she did this to herself,” Alaric scrutinized the remnants of the spell.

Elena sat up suddenly with a gasp and a colourful curse that would have made a sailor blush. The candle flames flared up six inches and would have caught on her bedding if Alaric hadn’t doused that candle with the water glass beside her bed.

Jeremy grabbed her shoulders and knelt on the side of the bed to meet her eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay,” she snapped, and immediately apologized for it; it was hardly her brother’s fault. She took a deep breath and forced out the words in as calm a voice as she could manage. “I know what Esther wants.”

The instantaneous end of her children had only been the beginning. The first act in a meticulous plan to undo the evil she had unleashed on the earth with her actions.

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“I must admit, Kol, I am surprised at you,” Klaus frowned over his glass. “Had any other vampire picked such a fight with you a century ago you would have beaten them bloody and torn out their heart.”

“I did cause a good deal of internal bleeding,” he turned the page in his book; it was one of the many works of literature he had missed out on.

“Destroying my landscape and breaking his neck is not the same as killing him,” Klaus’ eyes narrowed. “He’s an insufferable fool, so why leave him alive?”

“You know the rules, Nik,” he rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t about to disappoint her.”

“Why did he pick a fight with you anyway?” Klaus leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the arms.

“He disliked the fact that Elena’s perfume was all over me,” he smirked.

“I told you to stay away from my doppelganger,” he growled, getting to his feet, “she is not a replacement for you to toy with.”

“I am well aware of who she is,” he didn’t look up from his book, “and she doesn’t belong to you.”

“I think you’ll find she does,” Klaus snatched the book from his grasp.

He blinked at his empty hands for a moment, working his jaw, and sighed. “I think you’ll find it has been illegal to own people in this country since 1864.”

“Stay away from her, Kol!”

He tilted his head and squinted, pretending to think about it. “No,” he hummed. “She’s good fun, and getting under your skin is a bonus.”

“Don’t be possessive, Nik,” Rebekah dropped onto the couch next to Kol, propping her feet in his lap, “they just danced.”

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Jeremy ducked, narrowly avoiding the balled up sheet of paper. It joined a piled of large crumpled balls in the hall.

He knelt on the floor across from Elena and held out a bag of blood. After a few days he had grown used to her shift in features and feeding habits, but he flinched when she tore into the bag with a savage bite.

She drained the bad, took a deep breath and allowed her right hand to fly across a blank page, leaving behind a series of bold runic symbols.

Jeremy leaned against the foot of her bed, watching as she repeated the same spell she had been using since the middle of the night.

“Elena?” He propped his elbow on his knee when the blood steeling in the same pattern. “Are you gonna tell me what the problem is? You said Kol wasn’t affected by the spell and neither was Rebekah. If it’s just Klaus, Elijah and the suicidal one that are going to die then I don’t see the problem.”

She opened her mouth to explain, but the words stuck on her tongue. Esther had thought everything through, everything, and this was the information she couldn’t share because it was the knowledge that would turn the tide of support firmly to the Original family.

“I can’t say,” her hands fisted her hair, pulling. She wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs, break the link and then slap Kol for coming up with that stupid bracelet in the first place; after that she would slap herself for losing it, but she could have sworn it was in her grimoire yesterday.

“I literally can’t say and it’s driving me crazy,” her head banged against the dresser.

“What can’t you say?” Bonnie picked her way down the hall, stepping between balls of paper.

“And is it a ‘can’t’ or ‘won’t’ situation?” Caroline slipped into the bedroom.

“Definitely a ‘can’t’ situation,” she groaned, closing her eyes.

“Maybe you can get it out of her,” Jeremy got to his feet, making space for the girls on the floor.

Bonnie dropped to sit cross-legged and Caroline held out a latte before joining them. Bonnie frowned at the upside down symbols that meant nothing to her.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Esther,” Elena sighed.

“Ah yes,” Caroline gave a solemn nod, “and what did the Original Witch want? I was gonna ask last night, but I got a little distracted.”

“It’s hard not to be when Stefan has to carry his ‘dead’ brother home,” Elena rolled her eyes. Maybe it would have been better to not ask Kol to spare him. She had no idea how the ritual would meet its end, but odds were it would be far more painful than anything Kol would have done. “The Original Witch Bitch wants to murder all of her children, and she used my blood to make it possible.”

Caroline’s brows drew together as she tilted her head. “Are you telling me you willingly gave your blood for a spell that’s gonna kill the guy you like?”

“No,” she cried, kicking over a bowl of herbs. “I would never help her undo the ‘evil’ she unleashed on the world. I’ve gotta find a way to undo it.”

“There’s no time to change anything,” Bonnie folded the sheet of blood soaked paper, “they’ll be dead by the end of the night.”

“What?” Elena sat up.

“Esther came to ask Abby and I to join her,” she frowned at the scattered herbs. “She’s gonna channel the celestial energy of the full moon.”

“Don’t go,” Elena wrapped her fingers around Bonnie’s wrist.

“Even if I didn’t want to it wouldn’t matter,” she pulled her hand free, “she’s channeling out entire ancestral bloodline for power.”

From downstairs she heard a knock, followed by Jeremy’s voice from the kitchen informing her that he was up to his elbows in soapy water. She stood up slowly, shaking her head.

“You don’t know what you’re doing Bonnie,” her voice shook. “You have no idea.”

She shoved her phone in her back pocket and left the room, taking the stairs two at a time and opening the door.

Her brows shot up.

“Elena,” he greeted.

“Elijah,” she bit her lip and turned a frown to a soft smile.

“I don’t mean to intrude. I was hoping you might accompany me.”

She looked back over her shoulder to where her brother was clattering in the kitchen and her friends were moving around upstairs.

“I would like to show you something,” he added hopefully.

“Sure,” she nodded. Her bracelet caught the light when she motioned to the closet. “Just let me grab my coat.”

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Caroline swept up the mess on the floor after the front door closed.

“I don’t get it,” she blinked, “if she didn’t give her blood then how did she get it.”

“She might have come to see me yesterday,” Bonnie stared at the floor. “She asked me to bring her something from Elena’s spell book that would help her in her quest.”

“Bonnie!”

“It was to kill Klaus,” she held out her hands. “I didn’t know she wanted to kill them all.”

“What did you give her?” She crossed her arms.

“Some kind of bracelet,” Bonnie shrugged. She picked up a blank sheet of paper and made a quick sketch. “It looked like this.”

Caroline frowned at the image as Bonnie pulled out her cell phone, and read the text.

“That’s Abby; I gotta go.”

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Okay... So this was never part of my plan, but when I was working on the next chapter tonight I came up with a way for Kol to become human again, temporarily, before becoming like Elena with an altered version of his mother's spell. Now I'm just debating if I should do it. It would change the plot a bit, but not much.

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love is weakness 5 | kai parker

Guess who´s back...moi

ok so this is the fifth and final part of love is weakness!

special thanks for @kikii-stfu, @panic-naran @mrsobrien888 and @mariesgalaxy for hyping me up!! love you guys

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In which curses are lifted and secrets are told.

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“Guys?”, y/n voiced through the nearly empty Grill. 

Jo and Kai struggled against their bonds, crying out to the young woman but they and the still unconscious Alaric and tied down Elena and Damon were concealed with magic. 

Y/n couldn't see anyone. Except for the one man, standing with his back to her. 

“Um, hello?”, y/n called out, looking around for her friends. Or whatever they were. 

Jonah turned around, pretending to be surprised to see her. “Oh, hello, y/n! How are you?”

Y/n knew his face. She had seen it on the pictures of the Parker family. Jonah Parker. The man who killed her. And then resurrected her and whatever. 

“I know who you are”, y/n spat out. “You're Kai and Jo's father. You're the one who killed me.”

“Yes, of course. But you see it was actually your fault. You just had to throw yourself in front of that monster.”, Jonah said angrily, walking towards the woman. 

“And now, now you just had to come back to him.”

“What do you want from me?” Her voice was surprisingly steady. 

“And where are my friends?”Jonah chuckled. 

“Oh your friends? Come on, y/n. Think about it. Jo told you to come here, Damon tried to kill you. Do you really think they're your friends?”

“They left you, girl. All of them.”

Y/n shook her head. No, that couldn't be true. 

“So I give you a chance. Either you leave now and never come back or… I'll make sure you never leave this room again. This time permanently.”

“Why?”, y/n whispered. Why would he want for her to leave so badly? 

“You see, my son is a monster, an abomination. And somehow, he loves you. I don't know why, but he does. He doesn't deserve something good in his life. He doesn't deserve you.” Jonah sat down in a chair. 

“I thought resurrecting you after he was imprisoned would be fine, he thought you dead and you couldn't remember him. You would have been separated forever.” The old man frowned, his voice turning angry. “But then Kai got out, somehow, at the same time you started to work here. And you know, I can't give him that. Being with you.”

“That's why I put the spell on you, you can't be near him for long without dying. But of course my daughter found a way to get rid of that spell, so now you have the choice”, Jonah looked at y/n closely. “You either leave for good or you die.”

Y/n couldn't think, her head hurt and even though she couldn´t really remember Kai she remembered how safe and normal she felt in Kai's presence and how right it felt to be at his side. Her mind was a mess, thinking about the ultimatum and her friends and Kai. 

“I don't have all day, girl!”, Jonah growled. 

With a flick of his wrist, y/n flew to him, his hand enclosing around her neck. And suddenly everything came back to her. 

“Come here!”, Kai laughed, running after y/n. 

The girl screamed giggling, jumping over a tree stump and towards the water. 

Still laughing, the young man picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. 

“No, no, no! I'm sorry, Kai!”, y/n shouted, not really meaning it, as he started wading into the water. 

“That's what you're getting for making my t-shirt wet!”Kai grinned, jumping underwater with y/n in his arms. 

The memory flashed before her eyes. For a millisecond she saw Jonah, holding her neck and looking at her furious, then another memory shot through her head. 

“Kai! What are you doing here?”, y/n called out, walking to the man, sitting at the tree in y/n's garden. 

“Nothing”, Kai murmured, turning away from her. The last thing he needed was her seeing the big bruise on his arm. 

“Oh my God”, y/n gasped. “What happened with your arm?”

Kai cursed inwardly. Of course she noticed.

“Kai, was it your father again?”, she sat down next to him, gripping his hand. 

“No, I- I fell down the stairs.”, the young man lied. Well he did fall down the stairs, but because of his father's magic and not as an accident. 

“Kai”, she sighed. “You have to go to the police with that.” He shook his head, letting go of her hand. 

“No, y/n. It's nothing.” How was he supposed to tell the police that his father abused him with his magic because he was born without it? They would just think he was crazy. 

“It's OK, y/n. Don't worry so much”, he laughed lightly, brushing her hair over her shoulder. 

“I'll always worry about you.”

Millions of memories flashed before her eyes in the matter of seconds. And then suddenly it stopped. Just as abruptly as it had started. 

Y/n gasped as she gained conscience again. Still in the Grill. Still in the grip of Jonah Parker. 

“Let me go, you monster”, she snarled, spitting into his face. He flinched, wiping the saliva away. 

“Oh, you remember now, don't you?”, Kai's father laughed maniacally. “Right, the touch of the person who did the spell. I should have taken a more difficult spell”, his grip tightens and y/n choked. 

“No, I should have never resurrected you.”

Y/n grinned wickedly. “But you did.” Kicking him in the groin, Jonah let her go and she fell to the floor. She stood up and made a run for the door. 

“Motus”, Jonah mumbled and the young woman flew through the room, crashing against the wall. 

“Well yes, girl, I did. But I can reverse that. And I'm going to do that.” 

Coughing y/n tried to stand up, her back aching and, oh God, her head too. Chuckling she looked at Jonah who had started to say something on Latin over a flame, a knife and a dark feather in his hands. 

“Which of your spells are you going to reverse”, she giggled sarcastically, leaning her head against her hands. “I lost count.”

Her head hurt so bad, she groaned, the last time her head hurt that bad she was close to- she was close to Kai. 

Kai had to be here! 

Looking up, y/n spotted Jo's phone laying in a corner. If Jo and the others really left her (what y/n didn't believe, not at all after getting her memories back), Jo would have taken her phone after she lured y/n here. At least Jo and Kai were still here. Somewhere here. 

“Oh, all of them, girl. That way you can be near Kai”, Jonah smiled cruel. “When you die. Because you will. Reversing the spells will put you back to how you were before I wasted my magic on you.”

Y/n gaped as Kai's father continued the spell. 

No! She couldn't die! Not now. Not when she finally remembered Kai. She couldn't leave him again, couldn't leave the man she loved again. 

Crawling over the floor, y/n neared a knife that had fallen from a table. She had to stop him. Gripping the knife she flung it at him, already weakened from the hit and the curse.

It hit Jonah in the thigh, not exactly deep, though. The old man cursed, pulling it out and then continued talking on Latin. 

Y/n cried out, something had to stop him! She couldn't die! The young woman screamed in pain, her bones aching and her blood feeling as if it was on fire. 

“It's nearly done”, Jonah smiled. Y/n whimpered, her limbs giving in. 

Falling to the ground, her body convulsed. It hurt so bad! Make it stop! It had to stop! A scream tore through the room, her scream. She couldn't think straight, make it stop! 

Suddenly there was a sickening crunch. Through her tears, y/n saw Jonah. 

With the leg of a chair in his chest. 

He fell to the floor, blood gushing out of the wound. Behind him stood Kai, looking panicked around the room, trying to find y/n. 

“Kai!”, she whimpered, catching his attention. He ran towards her, the rest of the group suddenly appearing behind them. 

After Kai was able to break the magic chains he got the others free and now where Jonah was laying on the ground with a hole in his chest, his magic was to weak to hold the cloaking spell. 

“Y/n, are you okay?”, he gasped, looking for wounds. 

Before she could answer, Jonah chuckled. His chuckling turned into laugh, as he laid there, bleeding out. Not one of his children doing something to help him.

“I've finished it. She's as good as dead”, he grinned maliciously before there was another crunch. 

With a swift hand movement Damon snapped his neck. 

“God , he was really getting on my nerves.”

Y/n cried out, her body shaking, catching everyone's attention. 

Blood seeped through her shirt. Pushing it up, Kai saw the scar his father had left on her years ago. But it had reopened. Completely. It looked the same as the night he killed his family. 

Jo ran to them, trying to heal the woman with her magic but nothing helped. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry”, Josette sobbed, clutching y/n's hand. 

“It's- it's ok- it's ok”, she gasped, her limbs still uselessly flaming around. Blood was seeping not only out of her stomach but also out of her mouth, she couldn't breathe. 

Y/n heard Kai scream at Elena and Damon to give them their blood until Jo stopped him, it wouldn't be able to help her anyway. It went silent, only y/n's gasps and groans filling the room as she fought for her life. Kai's tears mixed with her blood as he cried silently, stroking her cheek. 

“I love you”, he whispered. Y/n looked at him disoriented, sputtering blood and clawing at the ground as the pain took over her body. 

“I should have told you all those years ago.”

His hand was holding her head still, while Jo held her arms, trying to keep her from hurting anyone in her state. 

“I love you.” Her convulsing body went still, head falling to the side as Kai cried out, shaking her. He had lost her. Again. 

They were all sitting in the Salvatore living room, three days after incident at the Grill and y/n's death. 

They had waited for the ambulance to come and had visited her in the morgue.

Kai agreed to the deal soon afterwards. He would leave Mystic Falls forever. After y/n's funeral. 

Jo and Kai planned it, being y/n's only friends. It would be on Sunday and Kai made sure that y/n would have loved her funeral. 

When they were younger, 18 he remembered, they had talked about their funerals and made a pact that whoever still lived at the others funeral had to hold some awesome, dramatic speech. 

Kai wasn't able to do that at her first funeral but he would at this one. 

The group had already planned the decorations and the guest, even though the guest only consisted of Kai and Jo, Alaric, Elena and Damon, Caroline and Stefan (who y/n never met) and y/n's roommate and her neighbor. 

Telling the last two the news was hard and Jo and Alaric had to do it, Kai locking himself in his apartment right after her death. 

“Chocolate or Vanilla?”, Jo asked, planning the cake that would be served at the funeral. 

“Did you even know her?”, Kai laughed sadly, flipping to some magazine. 

“Chocolate.”, he answered just as Jo's phone ringed. 

Picking up, Jo turned around, quietly talking with whoever was on the other line. 

“Who was that?”, Kai asked disinterested, throwing the magazine on the table, he didn't really read it anyway. 

“The morgue.”, Jo stated, her eyes wide. 

“Y/n is alive.”

~

the end...

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[saladejin]

Changing States | Jimin

Jimin x Reader | non idolverse au, husband!Jimin |  Fluff, crack-ish, slight angst

Summary: You receive a much needed comfort after one of the worst days in history. Well... your history anyway. 

Warnings: Mention of a pregnancy loss.

Word Count: 3k 

* Request from my Ao3 series ‘Movie Night’.

~

Sometimes people liked to call it waking up on the wrong side of the bed. You preferred to label it as just a bad day, nothing to worry about usually, yet now you were rethinking everything.

Today, your entire bed seemed to be on the wrong side of the room.

You awoke to the sound of loud machinery and boisterous yelling filtering in from the window. Blinking the sleep away, you inwardly cursed for forgetting to get the uneven windowsill fixed up yet again. Now you would have to deal with the noise from the construction site next door without being able to complain about it because it was your scatterbrain that had left you to suffer in silence.

You let your eyes flutter shut and extended one arm towards the other half of the bed, desperate for the warm body that would usually be there but only meeting the cold, dreary bedsheets with your fingertips.

That’s right, he has to work extra early hours today.

You sat up slowly, letting your eyes trail over the hauntings of a crease he had left in the smooth fabric. You couldn’t help but roll over to rest your face into his plush pillow, trying to catch the last tendrils of his scent that was made up of a million different things. The things that made you feel secure and bolted to the ground, whether it be his aromatic shampoo or the light cologne he’d worn the previous day.

It hadn’t been the best morning so far, but you knew he would have made it perfect if he’d only been by your side. Being your source of motivation to get going, or something.

You got to your feet and padded into the bathroom to make yourself somewhat presentable. Your brows were still twitching from the obnoxious noise outside, and the fact that they’d brought in a big reversing truck had amped the annoyance level. Repetitive beeping was a big no for your sanity at the moment.

“Two more weeks,” you sighed and tried to angle your lips upwards into a smile, just for the sake of feeling brighter in mind and spirit.

Then, the smile vanished as a high pitched shriek tore from your throat. The big fat hairy spider sitting on your mirror didn’t move, but you did.

“What the fuck!” You growled, eyeing the creature and clenching at your heart over your shirt to stop it from racing. It was so big you were almost too afraid to try getting rid of it. Usually you could whip out the fly spray or get a cup and a sheet of paper to let it outside, but this one was giving you eyes.

“Nope.”

You let the bathroom door click shut and let your head rest against the wood with an audible thump. It was still morning, but already you’d been through about twelve of your most detested emotions of all time.

I’ll let Jimin deal with it when he gets home.

You left the spider to its own devices and made your way into the kitchen for some food. Luckily for you, the milk had expired and your coffee machine had decided to overflow and ooze its weird concoction of water, caffeine and sugar straight onto your tiles. Tiles which had been freshly mopped not two days ago, mind you.

You reminded yourself to feel thrilled that it hadn’t been on the carpet instead.  

You could only sigh again and began moving your feet to get the cleaning stuff from the cupboard. The sound of the machine dripping occasionally followed you the entire way, and that, coupled with everything else that had gone down so far, landed you the biggest headache you could possibly imagine.

You weren’t hungover, but if things continued the way they were then it wouldn’t be long before you’d be setting yourself up for something similar. Your phone buzzed a while later and you perked up at the message from your best friend. She’d suddenly invited you out for lunch, but you didn’t know how to feel.

I’ve been kicked out of the bathroom and I haven’t had much to eat. I’ll look like trash and be grumpy as hell, but hey at least it’ll take my mind off everything for a while.

~

Newsflash, it hadn’t helped.

You watched in shock as your friend beamed at you from her seat in the café. Your coffee had been served unnaturally cold, and then when you’d sent it back they had returned with a completely wrong order altogether. You could barely keep your fragile sense of civility together for the nervous looking waiter, but whenever you felt yourself about to snap you just imagined Jimin’s heart-warming smile and the words he would always speak in moments of amounting stress.

��It’ll be alright baby, you’ll get through it.”

Now, the aforementioned shock was stemming from your friend and colleague. The friend and colleague who had just dropped a bombshell.

“We’ve decided to move interstate! There’s a lovely house on a river we saw and fell in love with,” She smiled excitedly.

“That’s amazing,” You breathed, genuinely feeling happy for her but trying your best to ignore the feelings of sorrow gripping at your heart.

“I’ll be sad to leave you guys and the company, but I’ll come down to visit as often as I can. You okay (Y/n) sweetie?”

You jerked as her hand found yours across the table.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve had a bit of a chaotic day. I’m so happy for you,” You smiled, grasping her hand and feeling relieved when she seemed to let the moment pass. You hated yourself for letting the negativity outweigh everything else, but you knew you would easily be feeling elated if had just been a better day.

“I’ll have to show you photos, maybe you two will be inspired to look for another place somewhere too,” She smiled tenderly, knowing you and Jimin had always wanted to venture out into the world to find the perfect spot. Work had overtaken many things so far in your married lives, but seeing your friend finally break free did make you feel hopeful for a change.

Feeling encouraged by your thoughtful and optimistic expression, your friend continued.

“Just a nice little place with a perfect temperature for like, everything! Wouldn’t it be great to even live close together? Our families and kids could share so many memories.”

Your smile dropped and your best friend suddenly let her voice die in her throat, realising she’d brought something up she shouldn’t have just yet. It was a little soon.

“Oh shit, (Y/n) I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s fine silly,” You laughed it off, still squeezing her hand to reassure her. Her worried gaze pierced into your own and you felt a tad uncomfortable from all the emotions in your brain running rampant all of a sudden.

“You look under the weather, let me pay your bill,” She offered softly, getting to her feet and prompting you to follow. You were so grateful she was so tuned to your mannerisms, she knew just when you needed a break from it all.

You said your goodbyes after apologising for your miserable appearance once again, finally getting into the car and heaving a massive sigh to rid yourself from the tension. You contemplated calling Jimin, but you knew that he was at work and would likely be busy with getting everything done. He was efficient like that.

“What a shitty person I am, couldn’t even be fucking happy for my friend,” You muttered in shaky annoyance as you started up the car, feeling like you wanted to scream all your anger away into the dashboard. Onlookers be damned, you didn’t care about being judged.

No, just buy some ice cream or something on the way home. You’ll have a better day tomorrow.

More of his words drifted through your memory.

“Keep it together, treat yourself. You deserve happiness.”

A sad smile tugged at your lips and you made it onto the road after promising yourself to feel better. If you hit a low point in your day you could only climb up from it. You told yourself to clear your mind and look forward to what time you had left.

To your chagrin, the positive outlook only lasted so long when you found yourself neck-deep in traffic; the sound of rumbling engines and an occasional beep of a horn being the only sounds greeting your ears for a solid ten minutes.

What the…

Your resolve cracked at the edges and began crumbling.

“Music will help,” Your teeth found your bottom lip as you reached for the radio station buttons, but unfortunately you were only met with white noise and the momentary sound of ads breaking through. You could almost feel the speed of the ice cream melting.

The world became blurry and your grip tightened on the wheel.

~

“I’m home, my love.”

Jimin’s slightly wearied voice echoed through the front hallway as he shuffled through the door, keys thrown onto the bench and coat draped over a nearby bar stool. He rolled his shoulders experimentally to feel how tensed they were, letting out a sigh at the muscles loosening from their strained position.

“(Y/n)? Jagi?” He used a few more names to try and get your attention, full lips pulling into a frown when he only heard muffled sobbing coming from the living room.

Oh no…

“(Y/n)?”

He walked into the room with purposeful strides, rolling up the sleeves of his button up as he went to help cool down. When he saw the flickering screen of the television, he noticed instantly that an attempted movie stream had failed due to a poor internet connection. He searched the couch hurriedly with concern flashing in his chocolate brown eyes, finally coming to rest on your form wrapped in a blanket huddled to one side. His heart broke when he watched your shoulders tremble with another barely contained wail.

“Shit, (Y/n) are you okay?” He inhaled sharply and jogged over to kneel in front of you, hands flying upwards to peel the blanket away from your face.

“God, I’ve wanted to hear your voice all day,” You sniffled, face red and puffy from tears. He didn’t know why you were crying, but the man embodied all the sensitive qualities of an empath. The sorry sight of you made his own emotions well up at an alarming rate.

“Hold on,” He cradled your face and stood up to gently smear the tears away from your cheeks, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead before rushing to the bedroom to get changed into something comfier.

“You definitely should have called me!” He groaned with a frown, hating that you were feeling so saddened but hadn’t been in contact to let him know.

You could only sigh. “You were working, I’d be too much of a bother.” You swayed on your feet as you waited for him out in the hallway leading to your room. You just wanted to be close to him now; wanting absolutely nothing more than his soothing words and body heat. He finally nudged open the door with his elbow, now dressed in tracksuit pants and a plain white t-shirt that was looser than anything else he owned.

“Come here baby,” He cooed and looked at you with softened eyes, reaching down to sweep you into his arms almost effortlessly. You wrapped your own arms around your husband tightly as he brought you back to the comfort of the couch, pressing his lips to your hair to remind you that he was home safe and sound.

“Tell me all about it.”

You sighed a rickety sigh, feeling even more tears swell from nowhere at the feeling of immense joy you now felt.

“Shit day, just all round shitness,” You murmured as you settled comfortably into his lap. His fingers swept some of your hair away and then moved to run through the tresses, making you smile and lean into the inviting pressure.

“Hmm, what was the first thing,” Jimin prompted, wanting you to let it all out to him while also being curious as to what had caused such emotional trauma. You revelled in the softness of his voice and moved your own hands to touch his face. He thought it was cute, but you believed the resulting smile he flashed your way was the most adorable thing to exist on this planet.

“The windowsill, for one,” You finally muttered, breaking off into a chuckle.

“Oh, whoops. I keep forgetting.” He clicked his tongue, a rumble of a growl sounding deep within his chest. You chuckled again and couldn’t help but nuzzle your face affectionately into his neck.

“It’s not your fault, I was gonna call up about it ages ago.”

His fingers continued to comb through your hair as he hummed for you to continue. Your tears had stopped altogether as you synced your breathing with his, feeling secured by the feeling of his rhythmic heartbeat underneath your moving hand.

“Met up with (F/n), but I looked like shit and felt like shit too. Oh yeah, coffee machine broke before that as well.”

“Wow, double whammy.”

You snorted and tried to push down your feelings of endearment to continue solemnly. “She’s moving away with her husband, interstate.”

Jimin let out a low noise of understanding. Finally, he could wrap his head around why the combination of all these small and big events would cause you to fall apart at the seams. Now that he thought about it, it had been so long since he’d even seen you cry. Maybe you’d been bottling it up for months now, and he just hadn’t noticed.

Work causing me to be ignorant, again! I really need to start focusing on what’s important...

Jimin pushed the thoughts away as you continued with the adoption of a heavier tone, the warmth of your tears falling onto his shoulder suddenly. He ran a hand over the top of your head to comfort you, his own eyes watering at your outward display of frustration.

“I couldn’t bring myself to feel happy, I mean I was but she’s one of my only friends at work and I know I’ll feel a little lost without her there. The house sounds really nice from what she said too.”

Jimin felt your form stiffen as you sobbed lightly.

“Then what?” He prompted with a soft whisper, holding you closer and rubbing your arm to help calm you down.

“She t-talked about kids and stuff, I’m so fucking stupid but I couldn’t help thinking of the miscarriage. She knew too, she…she had to stop herself from speaking just so I wouldn’t break down. Jimin, I’m such a horrible friend, I really am…”

Jimin felt his own sorrow creeping up on him as you brought up something that had deeply affected you both. You comforted one another as you stopped to brood for a few minutes, the silence being as consoling as anything while you focused on the sound of his breathing. He cleared his throat, urging away the crackle in it to lighten the atmosphere.

“It’s alright, the world is full of people you’ll meet and keep close to you. Think of all the opportunity out there instead of seeing the loss. We can visit, no?”

You cracked a smile at his much needed optimism.

“Of course. Of course we can, love.”

He kissed your head again and you reached up to smooth your now softened hair out of your face and peripherals. You looked up at him with an absolute storm of adoration clouding your gaze.

“How about we stay in tonight and just cuddle here on the couch. I’ll get the TV working too,” He murmured, bringing his hands to cup your cheeks lovingly and letting his eyes curve slightly from the accompanying smile. You ruffled his thick ashy locks briefly before shifting in his lap and capturing his lips with your own gently.

“I love you so much, it hurts sometimes,” You sighed after pulling away, but he jerked to follow your lips a second after. You hummed in amusement as you moved to straddle him, trying to pour all of your gratefulness and appreciation into the kiss.

You disconnected but rested your foreheads together to lock eyes, your face scrunching slightly when he tickled your nose with his own.

“I love you too, but you already knew that,” He rasped, planting another tiny peck to your lips and letting it linger.

You couldn’t stop running your thumbs across the expanse of his wide cheeks, your noses still inches apart and warm breaths tickling each other’s lips in small puffs. It was as if neither of you ever wanted to move.

“Yeah, kinda,” You giggled while giving his cheeks the lightest of pinches.

“Kinda? I’ll give you kinda…” Jimin growled playfully and rolled you over to the other side of the couch, standing up straight and flexing out his shoulders while you shrieked with laughter.

“I’m sorry, I know!”

He chuckled cutely and leaned over to tickle you some more before showering you with more kisses. You let your face relax as you took in his warm gaze. You felt a little calmer and more serious after the small bout of liveliness you’d had.

“Sorry, I didn’t really ask about your day. Now that I’m done I can give you a massage while you tell me.”

Jimin let out a big breath and fixed his roughened hair, looking down at you with vaguely tired eyes that were still filled with appreciation.

“Massage sounds amazing love, but I need the toilet.”

“Okay, maybe the ice cream is back to normal. Get it on your way back?” You called out after him.

“Sure thing.”

You smiled softly to yourself as you thought about how much he had managed to cheer you up with one conversation. You did feel kind of selfish for unloading all your troubles onto him without seeming to give a shit about his day in return, but you promised you would make up for it as soon as he came back. You would help him turn his day around, just like he’d done for you.

In fact, the ice cream reminded you of this very moment. When it came down to it, something like this could never be irreversible. Even if you were a sad, melted puddle of emotions from the moment you woke up, you’d since been restored to your former glory by your saviour husband, your personal freezer. He kept you together when you needed it the most.

“AH!”

A muffled shout from the bathroom caused you to slap a hand to your mouth to stop the cackles from escaping.

“That’s a big motherfucker.”

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[madrut16]

A New World Order (BB x NB AU) - Prologue

This is a repost from the story’s blog @anewworldorderseries ! If you like it so far, be sure to follow that blog, eventually, I’ll only post the chapters on there. 

Author’s Note: It’s finally out into the world! This is definitely the biggest writing project I’ve taken on (and stayed committed to) ever so, I’m so happy that it’s successfully made its way outside of my head and into actual words. Ever since Cal’s cameo in BB2, I needed these two groups to meet and it gradually turned into this epic crossover story. We also just need more time with the Nightbound crew in general since we didn’t get a book 2. All the open ends about the creatures in New Orleans really allowed me to experiment though and go outside the parameters the canon universe has. 

Get ready for epic narrative themes! I’ve managed to interconnect these two pretty well (maybe even too connected). You’ll also see a couple cameos of characters from two other books (well the modern-day vampire versions anyway) as well. I’ll also be posting these on my main blog @adrianadmirer so that more people will see it but, I created this blog just for the story since it’s such a big work. 

I just hope you love this story and these characters as much as I do.

Characters: Isabel Martinez (Bloodbound MC, mentioned), Zelenia Laskaris (Nightbound MC, mentioned), Alaric Laskaris (OC), Phoebe Laskaris (OC), Derek Laskaris (OC), Rheya (The First Vampire)

Rating: PG-13 (some mentions of violence)

Summary: An old threat has risen from the ashes and is ready to use their original purpose to enact it’s new diabolical plan while half a world away, the newly free Rheya realizes that her blessing of renewed life has come with a terrible curse. 

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A nondescript black Range Rover pulled up to the curb outside of Rikers Island, the impressive structure a menacing presence in the pitch black of night. Pulling to a stop, the headlights shut off as the people inside waited. Not a sound could be heard, the silence stretched on endlessly into the night.

After several minutes, a tall muscular figure finally appeared around the side of the building, breaking into a sprint towards the car once the coast seemed clear. The windows rolled down as the dark-haired young man approached. 

“Get in son,” a male voice ordered, and the back door opened. 

Letting out a dry laugh he climbed inside, sitting between the two already there. “Hah, maximum security my ass.”

“Shouldn’t have had to bribe you out of there in the first place,” the older man said with a sigh. 

Age and height were among the only details that differentiated the two of them. 

Then, the brunette woman next to them cleared her throat. “I’m assuming the guards got the money?”

“Yes, aunt Phoebe.”

She nodded approvingly before checking the time on her expensive watch. “Good. Let’s make sure that Warden Daniels and Chief Mikalsen get theirs. Then, we won’t have anyone trying to get you back.”

The SUV came to life once more, driving off into the glittering city towards their destination. 

“Where are we going, Father? Home?” the young man asked, leaning against the cool window. 

“Briefly, just so you can change,” he responded. “Then, you’re headed to the airport.”

His son’s eyes widened and he tilted his head upright once more. “Already? Where to? Why?”

“We finally have our new headquarters finished, somewhere they’ll never be able to find. This means soon we’ll be able to launch a renewed attack on the vampires to wipe them out for good and we’ll be one step closer to our actual goal. You know from the letters what that is.”

This news proved surprising. “So soon? But...but the death of Balthazar...the destruction of the Mydiean compound...shouldn’t it have taken years to rebuild?”

It was his aunt who responded with a scoff, a smirk tugging at her painted lips. “Of course not. We have cutting edge technology, far greater than anyone has even anticipated. We had it stored in a secret location underground in case this very thing happened. The Order isn’t just back to normal...it’s even stronger now. Practically unstoppable.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” he retorted. “Where are you sending me?”

His father gave him a sideways glance. “New Orleans. For a while.”

This was met with an incredulous stare. “Why there?! Aren’t the bloodsuckers much weaker there than here? Do you not believe in me anymore?”

“I thought I told you never to question me, son,” his father roared, his face turning bright red even in the dimly lit car. Exhaling, he continued at a lower volume. “That’s exactly why both of us need to be here. We need more resources, more time to bend the public to our will. Besides, we’re not just worried about vampires anymore. There are...more monster species to worry about down there. Once we thought we eliminated years ago.”

He got his desired shock from his son who sat up. “What kind of...monsters? Like...the ones you used to tell me and Zelenia about when we were kids?”

The woman nodded. “Yes. Werewolves, witches, even the pesky Fae have rebuilt Lamrian to staggering heights and reestablished their connection to the realm. For us to succeed all of them must go. Including my daughter now that she’s chosen to embrace her half-breed nature.”

There was a brief silence. 

Then, the young man became animated once more. “Okay...well what about her...Isabel? You need me to kill her don’t you?”

“No Derek.” His father’s exclamation made the car interior vibrate. “You got caught, that’s why we’ve had to bribe have of the city’s officials to bust you out. We can’t afford to take that risk again, especially since we couldn’t get that protection order removed. Besides...now that she’s with them she’s too valuable now. We need her to be unharmed, at least for now. To break her, yes...cause then they’ll crumble. But, we don’t need human blood on our hands yet unless they get in our way.”

“But, I--”

“Stay away from her,” he ordered. “Or I will personally see to it that you are kicked out of The Order permanently. Understood.”

The young man simply nodded, his jaw clenched. 

“Excellent. I don’t want to disinherit my only heir.” He let out a low chuckle, his foul mood from seconds earlier now gone. “Not when they’ve done our dirty work for us. Now that the First Son, our dear fraud of a leader is dead, we can move on from this self-righteous talk and take power for ourselves just like we were destined to do from the beginning. If we’re the ones to prove humanity is superior, it’s only fair that we get rewarded.”

A slow smile eventually spread on the young man’s face, the two of them hauntingly alike. “I won’t let you down, not this time.”

“I’ll guarantee it.” 

An equally diabolical grin covered the dark-haired woman’s face, her blue eyes shimmering as she caught her reflection in the mirror. “We are so close Alaric. Soon, everything will be ours. Balthazar was right about one thing, there will be a new world order. Ours.”

They continued to drive further into the dark night, the glow of the city fading into the background once more.

...

Meanwhile, half a world away in rural Europe, it was anything but peaceful as dozens of terrified cries reverberated through the small village. The sun broke through the gray clouds like a harbinger straight from the heavens. 

A mysterious woman tore through the panicked townsfolk, her irises just as red as the blood that dripped down her silky skin. For her, this was just a normal hunt, the muscle memory that was still needing to be exercised. She didn’t know anything else, that she could do something other than kill. So she turned off her humanity, bared her teeth and consumed without another thought. 

“Sorry,” she murmured with a cackle as she ignored all of the begs for mercy. “It’s just...being trapped for a couple of millennia really makes you hungry.”

She continued her bloody mid-morning feast, her mind on autopilot as her victims collapsed one by one until she found herself draining a tiny neck belonging to a little boy. As the sweet liquid flooded her veins, her gaze lingered on the child, no older than six and slowly her thoughts came back to her. Realizing what she was doing, she abruptly tore her fangs from where she had latched on as the boy began to weaken in her arms, his eyes fluttering shut as he hovered on the edge of living and death. 

A sudden pang of remorse overwhelmed her. Something about killing someone so young had allowed a sliver of the humanity that had been buried when the priestess was sentenced to die thousands of years ago to peek through. At this moment, she wasn’t a predator who only thought about blood. She was simply Rheya.

Beginning to panic, she came to the realization that there was only one thing she could do to stop the boy’s decline now. 

She ignored the horrified audience watching and cut a slit in her wrist, feeding the gold-flecked blood to the boy. Then, she carried him into the dense woods behind the village, leaving the few survivors of her massacre alive. 

Rheya laid the child against a tree and struggled to perform the necessary rituals as morning turned into afternoon and then dusk. As she sun slipped beneath the trees she was startled by a low growling sound. 

Whirling around, a scream erupted from her lips as the boy’s pale skin was quickly rotting into a sickly gray and his blonde hair wilted and fell away as two fangs protruded from his mouth. What was meant to be saving his life was turning into a nightmare. She had barely any time to process what was happening when the boy leaped up with a terrifying hiss and lunged for her suddenly almost as powerful and quick as she was. 

He had to die. 

If not he was surely going to harm her, maybe even kill her when she had just come back to life. Swallowing she on instinct broke a branch off of one of the trees and as he came back for a second attack slammed it into the tiny ribcage. The boy let out a loud groan as the gray skin cracked all over before he finally turned into a pile of ash. 

Rheya stared at the remnants of him as her breath came out in loud gasps. For the first time since becoming a vampire, she felt fear and panic. She didn’t know what that creature he became was but, she didn’t need to in order to realize that she had done this. She quickly connected it back to her resurrection and horrified anger coursed through her. This was supposed to be a blessing yet the ability she cherished most...turning others to become her descendants...had been taken from her. 

Her gaze hardened with resolve and she furiously stabbed the branch into the ground with a growl. Then, she stomped out of the forest, not knowing where she was going but with a new purpose. 

She had to figure out how to lift this curse, whatever it took.

[thatslayer]

Adulting 101 || Alaric & Faith

@allroundlostcause

                Faith knows Ric's working. She gets that, she does. Not paying much attention to it, though, because she's pissed all to hell and back. On a mission, dragging a teenager through the hallway by a handful of his collar.

She turns him loose in Ric's path, so hard he half-spins, and digs her fist into her waist, "You need to keep the vamps outta training. This one almost got his head tore off by one'a my girls, disrupted the whole damn class."

Faith acts like that class, Buffy’s class, is hers to boss around. With everything going on, with all the responsibility there is to go around, you'd think she would try to get out of it but the whistle around her neck makes her their god and all that power she pretends she has gone and zoomed right to her head.

      Why does Ric always have to wear those clingy sweaters? It's like he knows Faith is barely keeping her grown-up face on, as it is, and can't help but make it a little harder for her by floating around the school like a parade float for lady boners. It's everything she can do to not put her hands on him -- someone should be very proud of her adulting, today, "You gonna do something about this, or what? Third time this week, yo. All different vamps. Keeps up, I'm gonna let my girls wail on 'em. Teach these punks to keep their fangs in check."

[kiss-my-freckle]

The scene of Damon ripping into Katherine’s neck while she’s in Elena’s body and he’s suffering the ripper virus... fans are supposed to see that because it sort of fills in their 3x5 scene cut. The moment Stefan hits her neck, they jump straight to Tyler getting a vial of her blood without showing how he was able to stop feeding on her. I say sort of because when Damon tore into Katherine, he had his humanity. With his humanity switch flipped, it would’ve been even harder for Katherine. Reality is... if not for Klaus stopping him, Stefan would’ve ripped Elena’s head off. I know fans like to think he stopped because he loves Elena too much to hurt her... but love requires humanity, and he flipped his switch. That’s the reality Damon and Alaric walk into. 

It’s all follow-through. "The only thing worse than a lie is the lie that compounds it.” Rebekah’s necklace was that lie, so when Klaus saw the photo of Elena, he was done. I’m talking about the same Klaus that used Jenna in the ritual when he could’ve turned any random stranger, and picked her all because Damon saved Tyler and Caroline. That’s the Klaus Stefan chose to lie to. Klaus more than makes up for those lies. He turns him into his bitch, compels him to flip his switch, has him tear into Elena, then uses him as a lapdog. 

[thatfanficstuff]

Bound (3)

Pairing: Klaus x OC

Warnings: death, killing, i.e. canon typical stuff

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long but the feelings.... There are probably errors here. Let me know if they are too distracting. (I kinda love this chapter)

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When my morning started, I certainly hadn’t anticipated stomping through the woods in search of werewolves. My hybrid boyfriend was currently giving me a piggy back ride after making one too many snarky remarks about how slow humans were. He had refused to leave me behind for the length of time this journey was likely to take though I had all but begged. I’d just have to trust him to protect me. While Nik carried me, my head rested on his back though I would occasionally press a kiss to his cheek. Stefan carried the wolf they’d tracked down. Nik had fed the wolf his blood and broke his neck but the man had yet to wake up.

Nik came to a stop and lowered me to the ground. It took me a moment before I heard the sound of voices. I peered around his side to see a group of people setting up camp not too far from us. He placed a hand on my arm and gently pushed me back behind his body. “Stay here until we’ve properly greeted our friends, all right love?” I didn’t offer a response, but I knew he wasn’t really expecting one.

I hid myself behind a tree and kept watch. Stefan dropped Ray to the ground in the midst of his friends. He landed with a hard enough thud that it had me cringing in sympathy. Not that he was likely to feel it, he was technically dead after all. The other wolves justifiably panicked, demanded answers. When Nik announced who he was, the panic remained but the noise quieted immediately.

It was then that Ray woke. One of the campers was the human boyfriend of one of the wolves and Nik compelled him to act as dinner. It hadn’t even occurred to me to question what Nik had intended to feed them to help them transition. Hell, knowing him his initial plan was to let them run wild and find their own food. As much as I loved Nik, I had to admit he lacked forethought sometimes. 

“Cassie,” he called. “You can come out now, love.”

I tried my best to keep my gaze locked on him rather than the bodies that littered the ground around us. He’d made quick work of the wolves. As if sensing my unease, he hooked a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into his chest. He made soothing sounds as he nuzzled against the side of my head.

“They’re dead. They’re all dead.”

The sudden outburst had me pulling back in surprise. Nik turned to face Ray who was now on his feet and crouched, an angry scowl pulling his features.

“It’s your fault. You killed them,” he yelled.

Nik tilted his head as he stepped in front of me, casually placing himself between the raving hybrid and myself. “Easy, mate. Calm down. They’ll be right as rain in no time. You’ll see.” He held a hand in front of him in a calming gesture and took a step in Ray’s direction. “You’ll all be much better off. No longer a slave to the moon. Won’t that be freeing?”

If the way Ray snarled and ran off was any indication, he wasn’t convinced by Nik’s spiel. “Bloody hell,” he grumbled, just audible enough for me to catch it. “Stefan, do you mind?”

Stefan’s mouth quirked as if he was amused. “Yeah, I got it.”

As he ran off the wolves slowly began to wake. Nik moved the poor human around to feed them one at a time, then he would offer his own blood to the human so he could heal before continuing the cycle. I was so caught up in watching him, I barely heard the crack of a branch breaking to my left. I glanced toward the sound to see a woman with her attention focused solely on me.

“Nik?” I did my best to keep my voice calm as if that would somehow keep the werewolf from making me her meal.

“Yes, love? I’m a bit busy.” He sounded distracted but I didn’t dare take my eyes from the woman to check.

Before I could make another move the werewolf lunged at me, flashing yellow eyes and fangs. A scream tore from my throat and I closed my eyes bracing for the impact there was no time to avoid. When nothing happened, I opened them to find Nik holding the woman by the throat. His entire body was tense and his face showed that quiet fury that made him so terrifying. “Now that’s not very nice,” he said, his voice sharp.

The woman struggled in his grasp for a moment longer before he shifted his grip and ripped out her throat. I gasped and Nik spun to face me. He closed the distance between us in one long step, his face still full of fury. Even though I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, instinct overrode logic and I stepped backward away from him, the rocky ground making my steps unsteady. His hands found my arms, steadying me even as we continued to move.

When my back hit the trunk of a tree, Nik crowded against me, boxing me in. “Why?” he bit out.

“What?” I asked, not understanding what he was looking for.

“She would have killed you had I not reacted in time. Why would you allow this?”

“You’re blaming me?” My chest ached with the shock.

“For not protecting yourself? Yes!” He all but roared. “You’re a witch, Cassie. Whatever you may think, you’re are far more important to me than any of them.” With the last word he gestured to the werewolves that surrounded us. No. Not werewolves, not anymore. Hybrids. “I nearly lost you to the ritual. I will not lose you do to your failure to put your life before theirs. Do you understand?”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. He was right. I did think he valued the hybrids over me, but that of course had nothing to do with my reasons for not defending myself. Despite his fury, despite his claim that I was more important, I still found myself reluctant to admit my magic was gone. My gaze found Stefan as he reentered the clearing and dropped Roy at his feet.

Nik grasped my chin gently and turned my head back to face him. He looked half-crazy. “Please tell me you understand, Cassie.” All the fury was gone from his voice to be replaced with a plea. His eyes searched my face.

“It’s gone,” I managed to choke out.

“What’s gone, Cassie?”

When I didn’t immediately respond, he pressed his forehead against mine. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what you’ve been hiding.”

Apparently I hadn’t been as sneaky as I thought all summer. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes. “My magic. It’s been gone since the ritual.”

There was a long stretch of silence. The voice that broke it surprisingly wasn’t Nik’s, but Stefan’s. “What the hell, Cassidy? Why didn’t you say anything?”

I shrugged and kept my eyes cast down so I wouldn’t see the disappointment on Nik’s face. After a moment, Nik pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Stefan, take Cassie to the car. I’ll be along as soon as I have a word with our friends here.”

He stepped away as Stefan approached. “Damon, Elena and Alaric were here. Ran into them when I caught up with Ray.”

I looked up in surprise, the motion catching Nik’s eye. He gave me a soft smile and winked in my direction. What the hell did that mean?

“I assume Alaric was checking on his niece. I can’t fault him for that. What did your brother and your girlfriend want?”

“They still have a problem believing we’re here under our own free will,” Stefan said.

Nik rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time to be bothered with their antics at the moment. Protect Cassie. I’ll deal with this lot.”

Stefan nodded as he scooped me up in his arms. “Close your eyes, Cass.”

I did as he ordered and we arrived at the car moments later. He tried to start a conversation with me several times, but I wasn’t about to explain myself to anyone but Nik at the moment.

Sooner that I anticipated, the hybrid himself appeared and announced his presence by opening my door, startling me. He held out a hand to me and offered a smile of apology. “I need a minute with my girl, Stefan. Turn on some music and relax for a bit.”

Stefan nodded as he started the car and flipped on the radio. Nik helped me from the car and shut the door behind me. He led me a short distance away and frowned down at me. I squirmed under his inspection but waited for him to ask his questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked finally.

“At first, I wasn’t sure. I just felt unsettled, incomplete. I’d barely survived. I wasn’t going to freak you and Elijah out by mentioning I thought something was wrong but didn’t know what.”

“And once you were certain your magic was gone?”

I shrugged and shook my head. “Our relationship started based on my usefulness. I already feared you would have no further use for me after the ritual was completed, I wasn’t about to tell you I couldn’t even light a candle any more.”

“You really think so little of me?”

I couldn’t miss the hurt in his voice so I was quick to correct him. “It’s not you, it’s me. My entire purpose since the accident was to break your curse. I did that. We did that. What good am I now, especially without my magic?”

“You can’t honestly believe that is all you are worth?”

“I went from Cassie, kick ass witch willing to pay the price for her magic and able to cast some killer spells to Cassidy Grimes, overly smart anthropologist specializing in a curse that no longer exists. What value do I have? I am just like every other human out there. A liability in the supernatural world and you know it,” I said, finally voicing the fears I’d been holding onto for months.

Nik huffed a laugh of disbelief. “You are more valuable than anything has been to me in my thousand years of existence. You will never be just anything. You will always be my Cassie. My love. Did you really think I would abandon you once I knew the truth?”

“I didn’t know what you would do, Nik. I only knew I was terrified to find out. I’m not sure I would want to live a life without you in it. Without Elijah. I’m a Mikaelson now, I’m afraid, whether you two want me or not.” I forced a teasing tone into my voice.

He grinned then. “As if we would ever let you go.” He looped an arm around my shoulders. “Come, love. Time for Stefan to drive us to Chicago.”

I pressed against his side as he walked us to the car. “What’s in Chicago?”

“Besides history? A witch that just might have some answers for us.”

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[zalrb]

TVD 2x15 Review

Fair warning, I am slightly tipsy.

1. The compass that’s supposed to tell you if there are vampires around seems to delay a lot. Like I forget, can it only detect vampires within a certain amount of feet?

2. “I saw the vampire who killed me, it was Stefan Salvatore.” OK. I get that the original John Gilbert had Emily create the Gilbert Ring to bring him back to life, although it should really be called the Bennett Ring since Emily was the one who spelled it and created it but whatever, so I’m meant to assume, then, that when Stefan killed John, he was wearing this ring and that’s why he could write in his journal after. So considering that Stefan also tore out John’s neck, I’m assuming that this ring can also heal that gaping wound then. It would be a lot more interesting if the Ring revived people but kept their bodies mutilated.

3. Damon speaking about having breakfast and being very relaxed while looking at Andie putting on her abuser scarf is super gross.

4. And Damon legit treats her like a pet.

5. I’m really not here for Elijah shading the Founding Families not really founding Mystic Falls when we don’t ever speak about these people stealing land from indigenous populations.

6. There is literally no reason why Elena, Jeremy AND Alaric keep vampires from Jenna until the episode before she turns into one.

7. “It’s a joke, Ric, lighten up.” When someone asks me if I like Elijah and I say I don’t remember, remind me that I find him petty and funny.

8. Bonnie and Jeremy were legit foul for what they did to Luka.

9. “He described you as a monster.” “That’s what I was.”  This entire episode is Stefan and Elena exploring another part of Stefan’s very lengthy past. The fact that Stefan doesn’t roll up on Elena in season 1 and tell her everything he ever did does not make him a liar, which is somehow hard for antis to grasp. Stefan was always open to answering whatever Elena wanted to know about his history and didn’t shy away from the very dark parts nor did he make himself out to be the hero or the victim.

10. You know, it’s interesting that these flashbacks are supposed to show that Damon used to be the “good” brother whereas Stefan was the “bad” brother but it actually just reiterates that Stefan forcing Damon to turn didn’t change anything about Damon’s character and that Damon’s “misery” and impulsiveness and homicidal temper tantrums have nothing to do with vampirism and have everything to do with Damon. When Stefan gets a taste of human blood, he completely changes, the transformation is instant, we see it, he becomes inherently animalistic but Damon is exactly who he was beforehand. His behaviour in the 00s/10s has absolutely nothing to do with Stefan.

11. And Damon was always so quick to leave Stefan behind.

12. “She’s been compelled to keep all of her secrets”, he legit treats Andie like a pet.

13. Nina really just plays Katherine like she’s Damon.

14. This was a good flashback for Lexi and I could do with 3x07 but then that should’ve been the end of it and we should’ve understood more about Lexi in this episode, I get that we find out that she’s kind and she’s caring because she chooses to help Stefan not be a ripper but we should’ve gotten more than “she was in MF because she heard it was a good place for vampires” where was she before, does she have friends, where did she hear that MF was a good place for vampires, like who IS Lexi.

15. Hey, remember that time that Alaric tells Damon that he doesn’t want him to do any sneak attacks or anything to provoke Elijah while Jenna is in the same house as him and Damon promises he won’t do any of that but then reveals that he will when the last time he had a brilliant idea, Jenna was compelled to stab herself in the stomach? And remember that time that Damon orders Andie to do something she finds “a little too sexist” and his response is to tell her to stop talking? LOL OK guys.

16. LOL Jeremy and Bonnie were actually pretty cute in season 2. He put candles all around the living room for her and her “Oh GOD” when she sees them, super adorable.

17. “But you did ... you did like it, right?” lol.

18. Damon is so easy to read.

19. LOL an anon told me last night that a DE fan said that Damon was the master at diabolical plans when in this episode alone, he would’ve died because John orchestrated his death re: the dagger and Elena just so happened to find a passage that explained that vampires who use it will die. And Katherine manipulated him into letting her out of the tomb. But OK.

20.  It’s still a copout that vampires have a part of them that is “human” but whatever.

21. The SE gazes in the “I just want you to fight for it” scene are highly underrated.

22. I’m sorry but after what Bonnie did to Luka, the fact that Martin takes her powers is fair, she deserved that L. Like I get that they’re on opposing sides so what Bonnie and Jeremy and Caroline did Luka is in a way fair game but so are the repercussions they get. And this should’ve been explored more because from Luka and his dad’s perspective, Bonnie, Elena etc. are the villains here and I find them a more sympathetic case than when Rebekah made the “Elena is also the villain” speech in season 4.

23. “I may not be able to enter this house but I am a very patient man, I will wait you out” just burn the house down.

24. Yeah season 2 Elena could be ballsy.

25. Another underrated SE moment is when he feeds her his blood and they stare at each other afterwards to see if the other is OK.

26. Jenna’s “are you being honest” speech is basic and Alaric isn’t the only one acting shady, Jeremy and Elena have been super shady since season 1 but her noticing that I guess means noticing her relatives.

27. And real talk, it would be easy to lie about Isobel, he could just be like, I thought she was dead but she actually just left me. That’s all John was talking about.

28. “After what you did to Damon you’re going to need it more than me” as if Damon doesn’t deserve to get go.

29. “Seems like she had a change of heart, how did you get through to her” yet another example of how SE transforms each other.

30. Am I also meant to be like OH DEFAN MOMENT because Damon tells Lexi to help Stefan before bailing on him?

31. I still think Damon’s face at seeing Katherine naked in the shower is priceless.

32. Who showers with a necklace?

That’s all! And now I am completely sober. TVD will do that to you.