Am I original? Am I the only one? Am I sexual?
Am I everything you need? You better rock your body now!
"Everybody (Backstreets Back)", Finnlena style
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STACKEDIARIES | april 25th | “the originals”
The Voicemail.
[Caption: gifs from The Vampire Diaries. In a parade in New Orleans, Klaus takes out his phone to call Caroline, reaching her voicemail. He says his name, smiling to himself, unable to contain it during the call. He tells her, “I’m standing in one of my favourite places in the world. Surrounded by food, music, art, culture, and... all I can think about is how much I want to show it to you.” He says that maybe one day, she will let him do so, and hangs up before walking away with a grin on his face.]
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Chapter 4: Show me that Bloody Black Horizon
She took a deep steadying breath, held it, wrapped both hands around the dagger....
And stopped.
She looked up at where his face should be, could make out maybe his nose, his hair haloed around him. This wasn't right.
This wasn't the right way to do this.
Elijah had been dignified, an air of nonchalance and barely held patience hung over him. This was his elder brother, an Original...900 year old vampire.
When her hands started to tremble she released the hold she had on the dagger, sat back, and took another, deeper, steadying breath.
She had no clue what she was really doing, who she was really releasing back out into the world.
But this was not the right way to do this.
Not here in this barely lit cavern.
Not here in the dirt and grime.
No, she could not do this here, she had to get him home first. Clean him up, make sure he had clothes, and blood, and...she sighed as she looked back at what had to be his face, comfort. More than anything, she knew deep down, he would need comfort.
Who knew what he remembered or felt once freed? What would he do? How would he feel?
She had a gut feeling he'd be frightened, alone, scared. 900 years alone had to do something to you.
She can't imagine it.
She feels panic rushing after the thought, and quickly tries to tamp it down. All those years alone and forgotten.
How could they do this to him?
How could they keep him locked away for so long and go about their immortal lives?
Their petty, narcissistic, clearly selfish...lives?
She had damned herself to another lost boy.
She seemed determined to keep them.
First Matt, briefly Tyler, and now Stefan.
She couldn't help it, they were like wounded animals, starving for attention and need for companionship.
Already, her heart strings began to pull in his direction...Finn, she remembered. Finn's direction.
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Elena hadn't noticed, but the sigils on the coffin lid has briefly lit to life when her hands were around the hilt of the dagger.
The things she was feeling for this immortal stranger, the things she just knew he must feel himself...they were becoming bound by the magic placed there.
Not that either of them would notice...yet.
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