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"Please tell me you're here with useful information to offer, and wipe the scowl from your face. Elena came on her own doing, and it's simply not in the means of your concern, Damon. Perhaps your answers can be found elsewhere, Katerina's bed can't mustn't grow cold, after all." @irasceris

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"If you're here to see Niklaus, you'll be waiting quite the while - or is it one of the Petrova's you're interested in? I simply can't bother to keep track. Otherwise, if you're planning on having another head of the founding families roll down my living room carpet. I'd advise against it." There's a pause, and a tilt of his chin. "It's imported." @stefanoasalvatore

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"Emma is under my compulsion, Niklaus. You simply will not have her, unless I say it so. Now, let us discuss like civilized creatures." @traumatise

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"In the case of attempting to resolve the situation, what is it that you did, Rebekah? I'll deal with the consequences of Niklaus, but you must trust me." @etcrnalfangs

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" Katerina, enough. " His hand catches her wrist, eyes pouring forward, patience exhausted.

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She must be the sister. Elijah had briefly described her, but the most telling feature are the eyes— nearly identical to their brother’s. Whether it was the shape, or time that had molded that same emotion into irises peering back at her. It hadn’t mattered. Emma just— wanted somebody to talk to. “You must have stories.” She takes a few steps around the living quarters. “Please indulge me— I’ve read nearly all the books displayed already. I’ve written my thoughts down in journals Elijah has left. And all I feel is as if my thoughts are my own, echoing off the walls. It’s enough to drive somebody mad.” @fcte-stolen

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Time. What a malevolent thought it was. She’d spend what was days, consuming a thirst for knowledges for history. For the allure of the petrova bloodline that so devastatingly haunted those that she cared for. Those that she loved— or had once loved. Does time stop that as well? Her reflection remains as it ever was, for she was a girl of evermore. Destined to die. Proclaimed to live. “I only ask one thing.” She will not run. She will not fight. “My ring.” For days, she’s been allured in darkness. “I wish to feel the sun.” It was her only request. @traumatise

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CRYSTAL REED as ALLISON ARGENT in TEEN WOLF (2011—2017) S01E09 “Wolf’s Bane”

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How he manages to catch up to her, she doesn't pay much mind to. Gaze shifts to her arm, and digits curled around the latch of her elbow. She had half a mind to whirl him through the air for touching her- she'd done more to people who meant less. But fucking finally- someone who knew to have some fun. Someone that she could be herself with. And no, not the better version bullshit therapy she'd been riding the high of. God, it was crushing trying to be a good person all the time. How the hell had Elena not drowned in her own self loathing already? Metaphorically, of course. No pun intended. Brows raised, and she pauses- as if to mirror that look in his eyes. "Actually- I'm kind've in the mood for something with a little more meat on it's bones." Brown irises are tilted over in silence, a sideways glance towards the hybrids filtering in and out wherever they pleased. That one in particular, she'd watched her smirk the moment her brother's body hit the ground. "Speaking of edging-" In a moment, she's out of his grasp- swift with the sound of flesh ripping from the body, veins protruding from beneath her gaze. Bones cracked under her grasp, and she can feel the way it snaps- detaching from the shoulders. "I'm getting really hot and bothered." Tone slick, as she tosses the severed part forward to his feet. "How about some head?"

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true to his creep factor, kai appears out of nowhere. his fingers catch hold of her elbow, slow her down, let him catch up to walk down the street at her side. "hey, if it isn't my trauma-dumpling," he says, all faux-fond with only eighty percent malicious intent. "is it just me or are you looking a little extra hungry today? eating people yet? wreaking havoc? edging toward serial killer status?"

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Ouch, maybe if she had any feelings at all- they would have been dented by that welcoming. Tongue clicks to the inside of her cheek, and she lets out a long sigh. "Really? I died three times." -- "You die once and suddenly get to be a drama queen about it? Fucking rude." Still, she's stepping over the threshold of the door, taking a few steps by him- and plopping down on the couch. "I watched you die." A pause, and if you listened closely, a crack in her voice. "No I'm not fucking okay."

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👻 — "What are you doing here?" he asked, likely the second time, sounding more confused and concerned with every passing second. He had 'believed' she was gone, happy, or at the very least... falling into their mother's footsteps. But at least she was out of this place, off seeking out whatever it was that was missing. So, under the natural worry, he felt good about it—for no real logical reason. On paper, it was very unlike him. "Are you okay?"

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Years, had it been years? It must have, since she got sick. Since she stopped coming to school. Since she was-- human. Dying. Since.. Klaus had taken her in. She doesn't think about it. In fact, she can barely think about anything with the ringing in her ears. If she had a heartbeat, it'd be thudding out of her chest. A tinge of color washes across high cheeks, dimples protruding from each corner. "Matt!" You're alive! She bites her tongue. Truth be told, she was devastated when she'd seen the news. But there was more going on behind close doors, trying to keep the mad house less.. well-- homicidal. Brianna and Evan were fighting again. And people died all the time- but it didn't make it less.. sad. Truth be told, when she heard he came back- she just wanted to see it for herself. So she leans on the bar, propping her chin on her hands. Now's her chance to say something. Tell him about the crush, or well- say anything. Any words would do. Just.. Think of.. Something.. "B Negative?" Bad joke. "Kidding-- um, no- I just... came to see you."

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👻 — "No way." There was no telling how many years it had been. Matt's life always seemed to run at its own pace, anyway. "Angel Carmichael... How's it been?" Her 'escape' from Mystic Falls was anything but happy, but like everyone at school, he'd hoped she'd found something close to it. "Can I get you anything?" he asked, still on the clock, making his rounds through the Grill.

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Emotions were never her thing. Even before being a vampire. She'd rather hide in the depths of a bottle, or on the clouds with whatever pill she could find to lock them out. Now- she's forced to face it. Except, she's not. There's relief, was that an emotion? The start of one? That her brother wasn't dead. But Jeremy was. And between each member of the rag-tag scooby gang, Caroline was the least annoying to her most days. "Are you sure Bonnie isn't going to pop a vessel with you being here?" She waves her hands in a mocking motion. "I'm dangerous." A pause, and she looks her over with a slight squint. "Weren't you like, dying?"

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"Can I get you anything?" Caroline asked softly as she took a seat beside Vicki. She couldn't help but check on her, even though she knew Bonnie had already brought Matt back. In typical Caroline Forbes fashion, she wanted to make sure everyone was okay, especially with emotions running high. Being a vampire heightened emotions, senses, everything - and after everything with her brother dying and then coming back, she could imagine how overwhelmed Vicki must have felt.

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The curse of the doppelganger, a story she'd read time and time again after the witches had taken her in. Truth be told, she might not have ever known. She might have lived and died, had she not been intertwined within the workings of a magical tether. Still, all she's ever learned were rumors. Whispers upon whispers, and warnings to never seek them or their truths. And so, she listened. And for over a hundred years, she evaded not only the greatest threat in the world, but his counterpart- who'd spent her entire life running. While Emma, lived beneath their noses, hidden but never hiding. Not that anyone knew that, of course. There's a tilt of irises, doed in likeness- without the touch of cruelty only time can cover. Only pain. Suffering makes us cruel. Survival makes us smart. She was not as cold as Katherine, but not quite as gentle as Elena. Her features mirrored in an rise of curiosity, holding her mirror self's gaze, not with fear but searching for something, just as she was. The air felt heavy, like they were connected by threads of cut yarn. "You must be Katherine."

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It wasn’t Elena—Katherine knew that immediately. Her sharp eyes narrowed as the woman stepped out of the shadows, the resemblance unnervingly familiar. It was like looking into a mirror—another doppelgänger. For a moment, Katherine remained perfectly still, the air between them heavy with tension. Her smirk twitched at the edges, but she forced it back into place. “This is getting incredibly tiresome."

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Blood lust was a new problem. She'd been on the outskirts of the party, and while she hadn't really been in the midst of things- there was blood everywhere. Her head is dizzy, her hands felt like they'd tremble if she let them. But she can hear the faint heartbeat of someone the hybrids had already gotten to. Her neck ripped open, while angel knelt at her side. Compulsion dialates her eyes, and compassion is shown in the midst of death. "It doesn't hurt." She breathes the will into the dying girl, blood on her fingertips, around her mouth as she coughed up the crimson liquid. "You don't feel any pain." She hadn't been the one to bite her, but it didn't matter. The hunger was all the same. When another voice interrupts, she's snapped up- vampire speed causing her to jolt in front of the body like the blink of a moment, of an eye.

"I didn't hurt her." But she wanted to, and the sound of the woman's now beating heart inching a moment faster, she barely restrains.

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🩺 → after the events that occurred at the birthday party for mystic falls newest orphan, and the run in with her previously imprisoned brother, it would have been easy enough to relegate herself to staying in whitmore, the grayson gilbert memorial clinic be damned. she had no loyalty to the people of mystic falls, and she could have found a job anywhere in the country, in the world, but she had no doubt that she could run from her problems. if kai wanted to find her, he would, and who needed medical care more than a town invested with vampires?

she'd gone back for another shift at the clinic - thankfully far less eventful than the last and she'd packed up without incident. walking to the parking lot where her car was parked she noticed someone bleeding. already looking into her bag for supplies she called out "hey - are you feeling okay?"

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Ah, John Gilbert. The hot uncle that always seemed to be in the right place at the right time. Funny, isn't it? For the Gilberts to go back generations of doing what they do best- putting stakes in poor little ole her, and shoving vampires into tombs, yatta yatta- blah blah. God, they weren't very good at staying alive, were? Hunters? Of what? How many times can someone take a bite out of you, before you're considered the prey? Now that's an idea. She can't help but wonder, did his blood taste like Jeremy's? Was taking a bite out of John Gilbert, the closest thing she'd have to being close, again? The thought is less about feelings, considering she found the new and improved switch. Funny how Damon hadn't mentioned how easy it was for them to simply, flick it. And poof, now they're gone. All those feelings. All the guilt. All the self fucking loathing. Poof. "Not so little indeed." Her voice is inviting, lips pursed, and doe eyes are cascaded around him.

"Johnathon The Hot Uncle, Gilbert. You know, I always did have a bit of a crush on you. Sucks doesn't it? What could have been." Tongue clicks to the roof of her mouth. "Tell me John, do you believe all is fair in love and war?"

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🏹 → vampires were a fact of life... but it didn't make it any easier when they wore familiar faces. isobel, for one, had been a particularly tough pill to swallow. if he'd known why she wanted to seek out a vampire ... he should have ignored her when she reached out. should have let her calls go to voicemail, her messages unread, but he couldn't undo that mistake. if she wasn't elena's mother... he couldn't focus on that now.

with the grand show at his daughter's birthday party, it was clear that identifying... and rectifying the vampire issue was of upmost importance. no matter how close to home it came. "little vicki donovan." the hunter remarked, smirking before adding "guess you aren't so little anymore, huh?"

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"Mm, and not long enough at times it seems like." Elijah responds with a lick of his own. Though, he will pause the lectures for a moment, allow Niklaus his antics as he walks across to where he makes himself a drink. In doing so, he purposefully evades the demand of answers from his brother, only stirring the hot air that exists within him close to a boiling sense of patience. "And in outrunning out family for five hundred years, do you so easily expect that she does not possess the ability to obtain our weaknesses? Our only weakness." Neverminded the fact that Katerina had been outrunning them for five hundred years, they weren't entirely set on looking either- considering they had been outrunning their own ghosts. "Have you grown so comfortable here? To forget what we were running from?" Who, they were running from. "Compulsion is an illusion to those who know their way around it. We compelled centuries worth of diligent eyes to look for her, and yet she still evades you. Katerina Petrova, will always run. Will stop at nothing for her freedom. Will jeopardize all around her to ensure it. And after five hundred years of seeking freedom, do you truly believe that she's simply a mouse caught in a maze? Your arrogance will be the death of our family. Of whatever army you're trying to build. It will not last." He takes a sip from the glass in hand, setting it down as his gaze is now pointed to Niklaus, his brother, his chain. "The forgotten doppelganger. Lived for a hundred and sixty five years, right under your nose." A pause. "If you do not believe me, please, see for yourself."

"nonsense. i read them every day to remind me of you. the brother who left us alone for far too long." he smirks over their exchanged banter, something tightly coiled inside of him easing just slightly in response to elijah's presence. and then ... well. then, of course, comes the godforsaken lectures. "no! surely not an unreasonable position. what have i done? won't you ever forgive me, elijah?" a faux-startled, faux-apologetic gaze; then he laughs. "you worry too much. katerina will stop at nothing? she's compelled. she's trapped. she's in no fit state to run or fight back anymore; it's over." but in spite of his ego, in spite of his certainty that she holds no leverage any longer—elijah piques his curiosity. for more reasons than one. he fits a more calculating gaze upon him, swirling his drink round and round in its glass. "you're thinking too small-minded. she led me on a hunt for centuries; i'm not going to give up the game after a mere few months of playing with my food. at any rate, the only living, breathing, present alternative would be elena." and elena would undoubtedly run. but klaus pauses. considers elijah's expression. and says, impatiently, "what have you found? out with it."

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Vampires running rampant without their moral compass, even the best of them can rip the town to nothing but blood fall. The brooding of it all, nearly causes him to roll his eyes. His gaze shifts to the blood on the stone, an arch remaining unprovoked in his disinterested gaze. "Poetic." Now he can see it, the playing with their food must be a universal attention seeking method. It's unnerving, really. "Hm, I'm familiar." Though he is waiting for the explanation. The punchline of this broadway show of his. "And is killing off the founding members of Mystic Falls a newfound hobby of yours? Or are you simply living up to the Salvatore name?"

He doesn't move, not in frame at least. His gaze drops to the body that falls dead in a grave, unmarked other than the taunt of blood that's swiped from fingertips. "Turning off your humanity, Stefan? How incredibly expected."

🩸 → his life was no longer in danger, klaus' blood having done the trick, but if anything it reminded him just how hungry he was. never satisfied, he'd found a momentary source of comfort in the form of mystic falls founding family - one of the forgettable fells. he'd thought it poetic, as a member of the dead and damned, to indulge in the cemetery, a love for theatrics making a brief appearance as he finished off his meal, ready to eviscerate her once he drained her dry, until the original made himself known.

"there's nothing to reconsider, though I appreciate the concern, elijah, really, I do." allowing the body of the fell in his hands to drop on top of the grave site of an ancestors, her last name in large bold letters written on a white stone now stained a subtle pink, he wiped at his mouth, careful to clean the liquid gold off his hand before motioning toward the stone. "- thomas keeping and honoria fell. ancestors. you do know it's legal to bury family members together, don't you? "