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Rules {Part Five}

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Part Five

It was never a good idea, falling in love with the enemy. But how were you supposed to know how it would all end up?

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10.7k words {sorry not sorry} - Warnings: salvatore!sibling reader, smuttttt, Elijah being the sexiest middle-part menace he can be, secret affair, forbidden romance, KLAUS, a little Katherine cameo, ritual sacrifice, death, murder, pain, pain and more pain...

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Information, of all things of value in this world, is most precious. Katherine had learned that the hardest of ways.

She had been trying to keep tabs on everyone, especially the Salvatore brothers, who were the cause of her most recent headaches. Dwelling on the irony of that made her skin itch, considering the amount of time she had spent causing them grief.

She was sipping on a glass of bourbon, trying not to think about how her plans were crumbling. She hoped to charm Elijah, get him to protect her like he did last time.

But when he found her, he wasn't the same. He didn't have the same softness about him, the gentleness in his eyes. He was harder, angrier, more ruthless. She supposed that was her fault, she wondered how her life would have turned out had she trusted him...

She didn't regret her choice, she knew it was worth it, she always chose her freedom first, nothing else mattered. 

And she had almost gotten away, if only she had a little more information.

But now, here she was, back under the thumb of the man who had taken everything from her.

Klaus.

"Please, just...kill me. I've told you everything that I know," she pleaded, not sure why she was bothering.

He never showed her mercy, but she couldn't help but hope he would spare her, if not for old times sake.

"You see, I believe that you believe that, but what would you not know? What could they be keeping from you? Hmm? Anything? Tell me." He said, his voice was calm as he compelled her to speak the truth.

"When I was at the Salvatore house, I saw their sister, drugged and unconscious. They were keeping her that way,"she said, her voice trembling, she couldn't control the words that came out.

Klaus smiled, the wheels turning in his mind, "Any theories on why they would do that to her?"

Katherine had an idea, but she had no proof. She had no idea what Damon was up to, but he always had a plan.

"I don't know," she said, shaking her head, she didn't like where this was going.

"C'mon, you have always been a clever little minx," Klaus purred, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, it made her feel sick. 

"The only reason I can think of is to stop her from doing something," Katherine said, her mind racing, thinking back to everything she had seen, and the things she had missed.

Klaus grinned, his hand moving down to her throat, he began squeezing the air out of her.

"You can detect weaknesses like a bloodhound can sniff out a fox, so tell me, sweetheart. Is this your best guess or are you holding something back?" He asked, his fingers tightening.

She struggled, clawing at his arm, desperately trying to loosen his grip. "She's... Loyal to a fault, to those she loves, she tried to kill me in the 1800s for messing with her brothers,"

He raised an eyebrow, his face a mask of amusement, "So you think she's shifted loyalties? To whom?" He let go of her throat, and she collapsed to the ground, coughing and wheezing.

"I don't know... The only other players in town are the wolves... There's no reason for her to side with them..." She paused, her mind racing.

"There's only one other option," she said, her face contorting into a grin.

"Who?" Klaus growled, his patience was growing thin.

"Elijah.”

You woke in a strange daze, unsure of how much time had passed. You didn't feel rested, in fact, you felt sluggish.

You sighed softly, trying to gather your strength. Your mind was slightly hazy and you felt hungover. Your limbs were not responding to your commands, causing you even more panic.

Your eyes finally opened, adjusting to the light. You were in your own bedroom, laying on your bed, the soft hum of your ceiling fan was the only thing you could hear.

You had a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you slowly looked around. There was a pile of empty blood bags on your nightstand, a cup full of vervain, and a half-empty bottle of bourbon. It was clear that someone had been here taking care of you and keeping you sedated, judging by the empty bottle it was most likely Damon.

You rolled out of bed, stumbling across the room. Your legs were weak, and you were still groggy. You managed to make it to the door and pull it open.

It was eerily quiet, the ticking clock in the hallway was pounding in your ears. You walked towards the stairs, leaning heavily against the wall, hoping to make it all the way down without falling.

As soon as you made it to the bottom, you were overcome with a wave of nausea and dizziness. You grabbed the banister, closing your eyes, waiting for the spell to pass.

Fuzzy, half formed memories came flooding back to you. Elijah was gone, your brothers had stabbed him, and then they had drugged you, so you couldn't wake him.

You remembered Damon coming into your room, holding a blood bag up to your lips, forcing you to drink.

You remembered Stefan, sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing the hair off your forehead, telling you to sleep.

You remembered Elena, cleaning your face, her voice low and gentle, she had been crying, apologizing.

Someone had carried you outside, then Elena invited you back in. The house was under her name now, a new defense measure added. You wondered who they were trying to keep out, had Klaus finally come to town? Fear suddenly gripped you... Where was everyone?

You slowly made your way to the basement door, taking the steps one at a time, trying to ignore the overwhelming need to puke.

Once you were down in the basement, you looked at Elijah's body, lying in the same position you left him. His clothes were now charred and tattered, the pillow and blanket were gone, probably burned to ash.

You moved closer, collapsing on the floor next to his body. He looked the same, gray, his eyes closed, his hair in disarray. You brushed his hair back, leaning down and kissing his forehead.

"lijah," you whispered, reaching out to hold his hand. "I know we agreed, if anything happens, we would say goodbye and walk away, but I can't, not this time. You're a part of me, I don't think you even realize how much you have come to mean to me."

You looked at the dagger in his chest, weighing the consequences of pulling it out. You didn't know what would happen if he woke up, he could rip you to shreds, or he could pull you into his arms, and hold you until you stopped crying.

There was a fifty-fifty chance he would do the latter, and that was good enough for you. Your fingers curled around the blade and you pulled it out. Then you dropped it onto the floor, letting it land with a metallic thud.

Nothing happened.

Elijah was still.

You leaned down and pressed your ear to his chest, listening.

Nothing.

"Please," you said softly, kissing his cold cheek. "Please wake up."

You returned to laying your head on his chest, your fingers curling in the fabric of his suit.

You closed your eyes, tears running down your face, holding in a breath. Waiting, waiting, waiting…

Suddenly, his heart sprung to life, beating rapidly. You sat up quickly, looking down at him, his eyes were open.

You could hardly believe it, he was looking up at the ceiling, his chest heaving, his mouth open. Then he sat up, gasping for air, looking around the basement wildly.

He was in clear agony, struggling to breathe, he looked at you with anguished eyes, the color returning to his face.

"I can't...I can't be in this house." He rushed to his feet, falling over himself, stumbling his way to the exit.

You limped out of the basement and upstairs, racing after him. The moment he got outside, he collapsed on his knees, taking in deep breaths.

You knelt in front of him, safe behind the threshold of the doorway.

"I'm so sorry," You said, your voice shaking. "I had no idea. They drugged me and I couldn't..."

"Y/n," He interrupted, his eyes finding yours, they were full of pain. "I...need a moment,"

You nodded, holding back tears that were threatening to spill. He looked awful, his clothes were ruined, and his skin was gray and dull. He was clearly starving.

You took the dagger and rolled it past the threshold, it hit his knee and he grabbed it, holding it in his hand. He glared at the blade, then looked up at you.

"Thank you," he said, his expression softening. "So much for rule three,"

"You would have done the same for me," you replied, a hint of a smile on your lips.

He slowly got to his feet, his skin still a bit gray, his face tired and worn. He held his hand out, inviting you to step over the threshold, which you did, allowing him to pull you into his arms.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the embrace, your arms wrapped around his neck, you buried your face into his shoulder.

"This is a bad idea," he said, his voice rumbling in his chest.

"I know," you said, squeezing him tightly.

He didn't respond, simply holding you against him, his breathing steadying.

"Do you want to get out of here?" You asked, looking up at him, a sad expression on his face.

"That is an excellent idea,"

Your phone would not stop ringing.

You had been ignoring it for the last few hours. Elijah had taken you to a luxury hotel the next town over, far enough from Mystic Falls so you didn't have to worry about anyone showing up unexpectedly.

You were sitting on the bed, eating some room service, watching him try on some suits he had compelled the concierge to bring to the room.

"Who keeps calling?" Elijah asked, looking at you over his shoulder, buttoning a shirt.

"Damon and Stefan," You replied, sighing, "they are probably worried."

"Why haven't you answered?" He asked, frowning.

"Because... I'm mad at them," You admitted, picking at the food on your plate. "After what they did to me,"

"They were protecting themselves, and you," he said softly, putting his suit jacket on, and smoothing it.

You were surprised by him defending them, considering they had literally killed him.

"It doesn't matter, I can't face them right now," you said, shaking your head, "I'll just ignore their calls, it's the best I can do."

A text from Damon popped up on your screen, in full capital letters, it read:

‘WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! ANSWER YOUR PHONE.’

You grumbled and picked your phone up, ready to block him when you got another text. This one was from Stefan:

‘Klaus is in town, in Alaric's body. Please just let us know you are okay,’

Your breath caught in your throat, and you froze, staring at the message.

Elijah had been looking at you and saw your reaction, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, maybe nothing," you said, showing him your phone, his face darkening when he saw the texts.

He looked at you for a long moment, like he was contemplating his next words very carefully.

"What?" You asked, wondering what was going through his mind.

"We can't do this," he said, shaking his head. "It's too dangerous."

"What?" You said again, standing up and walking over to him.

You placed your hands on his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders. He was avoiding your gaze, but his arms moved around your waist, pulling you against him.

"What's wrong?" You asked, searching his face, but he still wouldn't look at you.

"Rule two, darling," he said softly, pressing his forehead to yours, his hands caressing your back.

"Don't do that," you said, your voice breaking, your chest ached, you were holding back tears. "I don't care about the rules, I just want you,"

"You don't know what you're asking for," he said, his breath hitching, his voice low. "If Klaus finds out about you and I, he will kill you,"

"Why? Why do you want to kill him? Who is he to you?" You asked, wanting answers, your hands curled into fists on his chest.

"I've known him since I was a child, he's my brother," he said, pulling back, so he could look you in the eyes.

You blinked, not believing what he was saying.

"But..." you stammered, not sure what to say.

He swallowed hard and began telling you all about his life. His family, what life was like in the viking age, being turned vampire, learning his mother had been unfaithful, that his beloved brother was a bastard.

"I never saw him any different, none of our siblings did," he said, his voice wavering.

You could tell this was a difficult subject, you squeezed his hand, reminding him that you were there.

"We learned of our mother's infidelity in the worst way possible..." He trailed off, his voice shaking.

"You don't have to," you said, scooting closer, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.

He leaned his head against yours, his fingers stroking your arm. "I've done many terrible things, but what plagues me the most is what I did to Niklaus,"

"What did you do?" You asked, lifting your head to look at him, his brown eyes were watery.

He shook his head, unable to vocalize it, and you didn't push him. You held him, waiting, knowing it would take time.

He eventually continued, his voice low, filled with shame. "My mother was a powerful witch, she cursed him. She bound his werewolf side, made him weaker, unable to turn. She used the full moon to make it possible to break the curse."

You frowned, thinking over what he was telling you. It didn't make any sense, Klaus was a vampire, not a werewolf.

"I thought..." you said, hesitating. "I thought he was a vampire,"

"He is," Elijah said, nodding, "he's also a werewolf, but that side of him bound,"

He continued his story, explaining how Klaus was different, that he was a hybrid. The first and only of his kind, half vampire, half werewolf.

He told you how Klaus was angry and resentful, and that he had good reason to be. That he and Klaus had spent many centuries trying to break his curse, to free him from his chains.

"So the ritual isn't about werewolves or vampires being freed from their curses," You said, the realization hitting you.

"No, it's not," He admitted, frowning. "It's about my brother,"

You were quiet for a long time, processing all of the information. So Klaus had no intention of freeing the werewolves or the vampires, he just wanted to be free.

"So why do you want to kill him?" You asked, looking at Elijah.

He sighed, rubbing his face, clearly struggling.

"I have other siblings, and he took them from me," He said, his tone was strained, the words catching in his throat. "I've searched for decades, and I can't find them,"

You squeezed his hand, encouraging him to continue.

"I've lost all hope of ever finding them," he said, his jaw clenching, he looked at you with his dark tear filled eyes. "All I have now is my revenge,"

You nodded, understanding where he was coming from. If you lost your brothers, you would burn the world down to avenge them.

"What is the ritual supposed to do?" You asked, curious, wanting to learn more.

"He has to kill a werewolf, a vampire, and a doppelganger. Their blood is necessary for the ritual," he explained, his fingers gently running along your arm. "When it's complete he will be weakened, then I will kill him."

"Elena is innocent... Elijah I'm sorry but you can't let him hurt her," you said, frowning.

He looked away from you, his brow furrowing, "She has to die, but not permanently,"

"What do you mean?" You asked, confused.

"A few centuries ago, there was another doppelganger, I grew some affections for her... I found a way to keep her alive," he said, his tone was flat.

"Katherine," you said, the name leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

He nodded, "I will give Elena the elixir I acquired for Katerina. It will save her,"

You let out a sigh of relief, at least Elena would be safe.

"To kill your brother, it's not an easy thing to do," You said, leaning your head against his. "Are you really prepared for what it means?"

"The full moon is in three days," He said, changing the subject, his expression was grim. "The ritual will happen then,"

"Yes," he said, without a moment of hesitation.

You sat in silence, neither of you knew what to say.

"Sometimes there's honor in revenge," he said, his hand resting on your leg. "And sometimes you just need to put down a rabid dog, no matter how much you once loved him."

"Eli-," You started, but he cut you off with a kiss, his lips crashing against yours.

You melted against him, forgetting what you were about to say. He had this way of silencing you, and it drove you crazy.

"No more talk of the ritual," he said, his fingers gently brushing over your cheek, his eyes gazing into yours. "I want to enjoy the time we have left,"

You didn't know what to say, so you nodded, and he kissed you again.

Elijah watched you sleep, the sheet barely covering your naked body. His fingers traced patterns along your skin, his touch light as a feather.

He was trying to ignore the dread, the sinking feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach.He needed to plan, to prepare for what he had to do, but the only thing on his mind was you.

He should have known better, he was foolish to have ever gotten involved with you. When he came to Mystic Falls he told himself no weaknesses, no distractions, and yet here you were.

"Stop watching me, it's creepy," you mumbled, rolling over, the sheet falling off of you, revealing your naked form.

"Apologies," he said, unable to help the smirk that tugged at his lips.

"I forgive you, I know I'm irresistible," you said, yawning, stretching, your body arching.

He chuckled, leaning over, kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, "If I asked you to do something, would you do it?"

You gave him a curious look, your fingers tangling in his hair, "That depends,"

"Would you stay here, and not interfere with the ritual?" He asked, his brow furrowing, his tone was strained.

"Elijah-," You said, sitting up, the sheets pooling around your waist.

"Please," he begged, his eyes softening.

"But Elena-," You tried to protest, but he cut you off with a kiss, his hands cupping your face.

"Your brothers will keep her safe, but if you were involved... I would lose my mind with worry," he admitted, his eyes filled with turmoil.

"I thought this was just physical?" You teased, hoping to ease the tension.

He smiled and shook his head, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I love you," he said it so softly you barely heard it, his voice cracking.

You looked at him, searching his face for any signs of a lie, but there was none. He wasn't lying, he was telling the truth, the sincerity in his words and his eyes was evident.

Your words caught in your throat, a lump forming. You couldn't bring yourself to say it, you wanted to, but it was like there was a block.

You pressed your lips to his, your tongue sliding past his lips, kissing him deeply, trying to pour all of your emotions into it.

He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing your jaw, "Say it,"

"I can't," You whispered, your voice wavering.

He tilted your chin up, his dark eyes meeting yours. "I love you miss Salvatore, and it frightens me more than anything ever has,"

"Elijah," you said, cupping his face, your heart aching. "I... I love you too,"

He pulled you into a kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you into his lap, your legs wrapping around his torso.

You were panting, the kiss was heated, needy, your fingers digging into his shoulders. You felt his erection against your inner thigh, hard and ready, and you ground against it.

"I love you," you repeated, his hands grabbing your ass, pulling you closer.

"I love you," he replied, his lips attacking your neck, sucking, biting, marking you as his.

You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his length, sliding your hand along his shaft, positioning him at your entrance.

You lowered yourself down, desperately needing to feel connected to him, his fingers dug into your hips as you sat fully in his lap, taking him deep inside of you.

He moaned, his eyes closing, his head tilting back, you leaned forward and kissed his neck, your fangs scraping along his skin.

You rolled your hips, slowly, taking him in and out of you, his breath hitching with each movement. You grinned against his skin, loving how you were making him react.

"That's it, take what you need," he said, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head, keeping you close to him.

"I love you," you breathed, your voice a soft whimper, as you sunk your fangs into his neck.

His blood flooded your mouth, warm and sweet, and you sucked, feeling his pulse beating against your lips. He tasted like pure power, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

He moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, gripping it tight. You were riding him, moving your hips in a fluid motion, grinding down onto him, feeling his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside.

You pulled back, his blood dripping from your lips, his hands were on your ass, guiding your hips. He kissed you, biting down on your bottom lip and tasting you. Your blood mixing together, it was the most erotic thing you had ever done.

"That's my girl," he whispered, his voice ragged, his eyes dark with lust. "So beautiful, and mine,"

"Yes, all yours," you moaned, grinding down harder onto him.

You felt his hand moving between your ass cheeks, his finger finding your puckered hole, slowly pressing into you.

You gasped, your eyes fluttering closed, it felt so good, him inside of you like this.

"I want you to cum for me, my sweet little love," he said, his voice soft and gentle, his finger moving deeper.

You moaned, clutching at his chest, your nails raking along his skin, drawing blood. The combination of him filling you, his finger, and the taste of his blood in your mouth sent you over the edge.

You let out a long, low moan, against his lips, your walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he had.

He grunted, his eyes fluttering closed, he bit his lip, trying to muffle his moans, and he came deep inside of you.

Your body was trembling, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him.

You pressed your face into the crook of his neck, his skin slick with sweat, the smell of sex and blood hung heavy in the air.

You pulled back and kissed him, his hand cupping the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.

"After this is all over, will you come with me?" He asked, his hand stroking your cheek.

"Where would we go?" You asked, smiling.

"Anywhere, preferably somewhere with a beach and sunshine," he replied, his fingers running through your hair.

"It's a date," you said, nuzzling his neck, breathing in his scent.

"A date?" He chuckled, his fingers tickling your sides, you giggled and squirmed away from him. "That's new for us,"

You grinned, looking down at him. "I like the sound of it,"

"As do I," he agreed, his hand stroking your cheek.

"When I first met you, I never would've thought we'd end up here," you mused, running your fingers along his jaw.

"Neither did I," he admitted, his lips turning up into a small smile.

"So, tell me about this beach trip, what would we do?" You asked, wanting to keep him talking, not wanting to leave his side.

"Hmmm," he said, thinking for a moment. "I would find us a quiet little bungalow, right on the water, with a private stretch of sand for us,"

You closed your eyes, listening to the smooth timber of his voice, imagining the soft waves and fresh ocean air.

"And we'd have our meals brought in by servants, we'd lounge on the beach, swim, and make love whenever the mood struck us," he said, his fingers dancing across your back.

"I could live with that," you said, sighing contently, enjoying his warmth.

"I'm glad," he said, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, a soft, gentle kiss.

You broke the kiss and stared into his dark eyes, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip.

"If anything happens to me I want you to know, I don't regret a single second of it," he said, his voice soft.

"What?" You asked, giving him a worried look.

"You need to know, in case I fail, and my brother ends me before I can end him," he said, his face serious, his eyes clouded with fear.

"Elijah-," you started to protest, but he cut you off.

"Promise me," he said, his voice pleading. "If this ends badly, you will remember rule three,"

"I thought we had given up on the rules," you said, trying not to let him see how afraid you were.

"Not this one," he said, his voice cracking.

"Why? You can't seriously expect me to-"

"Please," he said, his dark eyes locked on yours. "For me,"

You sighed and nodded, leaning into him, his arms wrapping around you.

"Thank you," he whispered, his fingers stroking your back, his lips brushing against your hair.

"Just come back to me," you said, trying not to cry.

"Always,”

The problem, Damon: you talk a good game but you don't actually know anything. She'll never forgive you. And never for a vampire...It's a very long time.

Elijah's words had been echoing around in Damon's head since that morning, the smugness in the older vampire's voice made him want to put his fist through the wall.

He had made a mess of things, but he couldn't admit that to anyone. The feeling he had when he learned that today was the day of the sacrifice, the day that he would lose Elena... He simply couldn't handle it. His desire for action was overwhelming.

He didn't like everything being out of his control, so he did what he had to do. And now his brother and Elena hated him. Elijah being right was the cherry on top of his shit sundae. 

In times like this, when he hit rock bottom then fell a little further, he turned to his oldest friend, his closest confidant, his beloved sister. 

But you weren't picking up the phone, despite Elijah's assurances you were alive and somewhere safe, it didn't soothe his worries.

So he tried one last time, and this time you actually picked up, and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he heard your voice.

"If you are calling to lecture me on love, I will remind you that you are no better," your voice made his throat constrict.

"I know, I'm not," he said, his voice sounding strange to his own ears.

"Are you okay?" You asked, a little softer.

"No," he answered, his voice shaking.

"What happened?" You asked, concern creeping into your tone.

"Everything's gone to hell," he replied, his voice strained. "I gave Elena my blood... Well actually I made her drink my blood,"

"Oh Damon..."

"I had no other choice,"

"She's going to hate you,"

"I know, Elijah told me,"

"Damon... He's right,"

"I know that too,"

There was a silence on the other end of the phone, he could hear you moving around, like you were packing a bag.

"I'm on my way," you said, finally. "Partly to kick your ass, partly to give you a hug,"

"Always the multitasker," he joked, his voice cracking. "But do not come home tonight, I just need to know you are safe,"

"I'll do what I want," you said, and he could almost see the pout on your lips.

He smiled, he had missed your stubbornness, and it was the closest thing to normal he had felt all day. But he couldn't risk you being involved, everyone was already in the crossfire, and the thought of you being added to that mix was too much for him to bear.

"Sister," he said, his voice firm. "Please, please, listen to me, just this once, and stay away,"

You let out a long, irritated sigh, "I'm so bored, and I'm getting hungry,"

"Well then go find someone nice to eat and watch a movie," he suggested, chuckling.

"I can't concentrate, not when everyone I love is in danger," you grumbled.

"Does that love extend to Elijah?" He asked, trying to keep his voice even.

"Yes," you said simply, and his heart ached.

He had known, of course, but hearing you say it aloud made it real.

"Why him? Like seriously..." Damon asked, he was genuinely curious, and he needed something to distract him from the shit show he had gotten himself into. "How did you even meet him?"

"I was hunting," you answered, sounding amused. "He found my methods to be entertaining, and I found him to be a challenge,"

"Did you know who he was? What he planned for Elena?" Damon asked, trying not to sound judgemental.

"Yes, I knew who he was. But we had rules, to keep things from getting complicated," you explained.

"That didn't really work out did it?" He teased, smiling.

"No," you admitted, laughing.

There was a long pause, and he could feel his emotions starting to get the best of him.

"Damon, promise me you won't die for her?" You asked, your voice wavering.

"You know I can't do that," he said, his voice low.

"I know," you whispered. "Just please, try to survive this,"

"I'll do my best," he promised, knowing he couldn't really promise anything.

"I love you big brother," you said, and his eyes started to water. "Tell Stefan I love him too,"

"I will, I love you too," he choked out, and he heard the line go dead.

Damon stared at his phone, the picture of you, him and Stefan was staring back at him, his heart aching.

"I hope I see you tomorrow, little sis,"

The town you were hiding out in was quiet and a little boring, but you didn't mind. It was the first time in a long time you had had a few days to yourself, no drama, no life or death situations. Just perfect mundanity.

You were lounging in a café, enjoying a cup of coffee, and watching the locals, wondering what their lives were like. You envied them, their simplicity, their happiness. You imagined you and Elijah in a little house, in a place like this, with a garden and a view of the ocean.

You were lost in your own world, dreaming about the impossible, when someone cleared their throat. You looked up, a smile playing at your lips. Dinner had just arrived. 

He was handsome, with curly hair and blue eyes, he had a sharp wicked glint in his eyes that sent a thrill through you. You always enjoyed a good meal with a bit of bite.

"Mind if I sit?" He asked, grinning.

"Not at all," you purred, gesturing to the chair.

He sat, and ordered a coffee, and he turned his attention back to you.

"I don't mean to be so forward, but you are downright striking," he said, his gaze running over your body.

"Thank you," you said, giving him a flirty smile. "It's a bit of a family trait,"

"Is that so? Mine as well, if you can't tell," he said, smiling.

You laughed, enjoying his company.

"You aren't from around here," he observed, sipping his coffee.

"Neither are you," you said, tilting your head.

"I'm just visiting, on vacation," he replied, grinning.

"Same,"

He was charming, and handsome, and you could feel the hunger starting to rise within you.

"I'm staying at the Inn down the street," he said, giving you a hopeful look.

"I'm staying there as well,"

"Well then, may I escort you home?"

"You may,"

The walk back to the Inn was short, you enjoyed his company, he was easy to talk to, and funny.

"Would you like a nightcap?" He asked, flashing you a crooked smile.

"That would be lovely," you said, grinning.

His hand came to rest on the small of your back, guiding you into the room. You usually enjoyed playing with your food a little before you ate, but you were committed to Elijah now, and you didn't want to stray.

As soon as you entered his room, he pinned you to the wall, moving in to kiss you. You politely dodged by pressing your lips to his neck, breathing him in.

"You are a vision," he said, his hand sliding up your arm, and into your hair.

"Thank you," you murmured, your fangs grazing his skin, his pulse racing beneath your lips.

He moaned, and gripped your waist, pressing his hips against yours. You could feel him, hard against your thigh, and you went to bite down.

Suddenly, he pulled your head back by your hair, hard. With strength you hadn't expected, he forced you back, pushing you hard into the wall, the plaster cracking behind you.

"I see why my brother is so taken," he growled, his eyes darkening.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, "Klaus,"

"The one and only, love," he said, smirking.

You tried to pull away, but his grip on you was too strong.

"Don't worry, love," he purred, his hand stroking your cheek. "I won't hurt you,"

"Fuck you," you said, glaring at him.

He smirked, and kissed you, hard, his teeth cutting into your lips.

"You're a feisty little thing," he said, licking his lips. "Even wilder than your brothers,"

You hissed and tried to struggle, his hands tightening around your arms, digging into your skin. "If you hurt them..."

"Now, now," he said, tutting. "Let's not make threats, especially when you can't back them up,"

You bared your fangs at him, but he only grinned.

"I've been wanting to meet you," he said, his thumb brushing across your cheek. "Elijah's little distraction,"

"I'm more than a distraction," you growled, struggling against his hold.

"Hmmm," he hummed, leaning in and nuzzling your neck. "I know,"

You were too frightened to speak, your whole body trembling.

"It's what I'm counting on dear,"

Klaus had been dragging you through the woods for what felt like hours.

Your fear had turned into anger and you began to try and fight him. It seemed to amuse him for a while, he'd let you run only to catch you with ease.

"Why are you doing this?" You growled, his hand holding your arm tightly, leading you through the trees.

"To be reborn, as I truly am," he said, his expression thoughtful.

You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh, he was a narcissist, the kind of man who enjoyed the sound of his own voice.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this?" He asked, looking down at you. "One thousand years,"

 "I know," you sighed.

"Of course you do," he said, smirking. "Elijah loves to spill his heart out after a good bedding doesn't he?"

You didn't answer him, he was trying to get under your skin, and it was working.

"My brother has always been the strong, self righteous type, with an unbreakable moral code," Klaus chuckled, picking up his pace, dragging you along. "That is... Until he gets his face between a pretty pair of legs,"

"Fuck you," you spat, anger boiling up inside of you.

"You have a smart mouth," he said, his fingers squeezing your arm. "I think I'll like to see how you use it later,"

You freed yourself from his grip and slapped him hard across the face. No man was allowed to speak to you in that way, and you certainly weren't going to tolerate it from this monster.

His expression changed from amusement to anger in the blink of an eye. He slammed you against a nearby tree, the twigs and branches impaling you.

You cried out, blood pouring from the puncture wounds, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look him in the eye.

 "That was very, very stupid,"

His words sent a chill down your spine, and a fresh wave of fear washed over you.

"What's the matter?" He asked, his tone taunting. "No more choice words and acts of violence for me?"

"Don't kill me," you said, tears starting to run down your cheeks.

"I won't," he assured you, his lips brushing against yours. "But I will kill everyone in Mystic Falls if you don't do what I say. If you don't believe me... Just ask sweet little Katerina about it,"

Your blood ran cold, you knew what he was capable of, and you had no choice but to obey him.

Through the trees you could see a circle of fire, and you felt dread sink into the pit of your stomach.

"No," you pleaded, trying to pull away.

"Stop being so dramatic, love," he said, rolling his eyes.

He pulled you into the clearing, throwing you down on the ground next to the three women sitting in their own rings of fire.

You could see Elena, a terrified look on her face, along with her aunt Jenna and a woman you didn't recognize.

"Hello my lovelies," Klaus said, grinning. "Are we all ready?"

He gave you a swift kick, then grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your feet. "I brought an assistant with me,"

He pushed you forward, leaving you to stand there as he walked to the altar, handing the moonstone to a witch standing nearby.

You looked at Elena and Jenna, they were beyond scared, their eyes full of tears, and you felt your stomach twist, you didn't know how to help them.

The witch had begun to chant, a mixture of Latin and something else, the moonstone began to spark, then it exploded into nothing.

"Bring me the wolf," Klaus demanded, looking at you with a wild, manic look in his eyes.

You shook your head, your whole body trembling, you refused to let him hurt someone else.

"It's either them or the entire town, love. That includes your brothers," he growled, his jaw clenched.

The thought of losing Stefan and Damon made your stomach clench, and tears started to run down your face.

"Bring her. Now," he growled, his tone brokering no argument.

You walked towards the first ring of fire, to the terrified woman who was writhing in pain, her cries echoing through the trees.

The ring disappeared as you approached, and you lifted the girl into your arms. She was whimpering and shaking, the transition having begun.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, carrying her to the altar.

"Good girl," Klaus hummed, taking the wolf from your arms, and laying her on the stone.

Klaus kneeled over her, looking down at her with an evil grin, his eyes were filled with a mix of desire and madness, and he plunged his hand into her chest, ripping her heart out.

Jenna and Elena screamed, watching Klaus hold up the wolf's heart, his expression triumphant.

"I'll make it quick, I promise," Klaus said, grinning. "They will barely feel a thing,"

You looked over at Elena and Jenna, their screams piercing the air, the witches chanting growing louder.

Elijah was looking up at the night sky, watching the moon slowly make its way across, his thoughts on you. He couldn't stop thinking about your smile, and the way your eyes lit up whenever you saw him.

If tonight went smoothly, he had so many plans with you, the first was taking you to Paris, a city that was sure to dazzle you. After that he would whisk you away to Rome, where you could visit the many art museums and eat all the food you wanted.

He wanted to spoil you, shower you with everything you could ever want, and then some. It had been nearly sixty years of searching for his brother, trying to uncover the rest of his family. He felt like tonight was the first chance he had to truly mourn, then he could finally move on and spend the rest of his time with you. 

He had spoken with Stefan earlier, before he left with Bonnie to go stop Klaus. He liked Stefan, he was an honorable man who respected the choices of the ones he loved, even if he didn't agree with them.

Elijah hoped he and Stefan could be friends one day, once everything settled down, he knew that would make you happy. To see peace between him and your brothers. Damon would be a more difficult task, he reminded him of Klaus, cocky and impulsive, and that was a difficult combination.

The waiting was beginning to make him antsy. He had to wait for the right moment to strike, but there were so many factors outside of his control, he didn't like the feeling. He needed to distract himself, keep his mind from wandering too far.

He thought about his siblings, of sweet Rebekah, wild Kol, and serious Finn. What would they think of him killing Klaus? He wished he could have saved them, he wanted so badly to see them again.

He let out a long sigh, steeling himself for what he had to do. Klaus was no longer his brother, he had been twisted into a monster, and he had to be put down.

It was time, he could see the moon hanging high above him, it was time to end this. 

You watched Klaus squeeze the wolf's heart over the altar, the blood dripping into the fire, igniting it.

"Next, the vampire," he said, grinning.

You stood, frozen, watching him, as a wave of guilt crashed over you.

"Bring me Jenna, go on,"

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes.

"No," you said in the smallest voice. 

You could hear Jenna and Elena, talking to each other, they were saying their goodbyes and it broke your heart.

Klaus turned, and walked over to you, his eyes were dark and cold, and his jaw was clenched.

"Are you offering yourself in her place then?" He growled, his hand coming up to grab your chin.

You didn't answer him, you were staring over his shoulder at Jenna and Elena.

"I'll take that as a yes,"

You let him drag you to the altar, and push you down onto the cold stone, he forced you to kneel. You didn't fight him, you had lived for many decades longer than sweet Jenna and Elena, the old should always give their lives for the young.

Klaus let out a hearty chuckle and kicked you over, his hand gripping your hair.

"I don't recall you being on the guest list," Klaus yelled, looking into the dark forest. 

You heard the sound of footsteps as someone approached, it was Stefan. His expression was calm, but his eyes were furious.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Salvatore?" Klaus asked, amused.

Stefan looked at you, a concerned look on his face.

"Well, I figured you could start by letting my sister go," Stefan said, his voice firm.

"Hmm," Klaus said, looking down at you. "I don't think I will, she's quite the little spitfire, and I rather enjoy her company,"

"Let her go, I'll take her place," Stefan offered, taking a step forward.

"That's quite noble of you," Klaus said, smiling. "But, I think I'd prefer my original plan. I rather appreciate the symmetry of three women...Three goddesses sacrificed at nature's altar."

He grabbed both you and Stefan and dragged you towards the rings of fire. Throwing you both down next to Elena and Jenna. 

"Quite the predicament. You know, it's funny, all this talk about preserving family, and here's Stefan, granting your wish," Klaus said to Elena, smiling.

Stefan and Elena were looking at each other, a silent conversation passing between them.

"Oh, don't look so glum," Klaus said, looking between the two. "There's actually no choice,"

Klaus took a stake and plunged it into Stefan's spine, causing him to yell in pain, unable to move.

You and Elena both screamed, you got to your feet to strike Klaus, but he grabbed you by the throat, squeezing hard.

"Let them go," Elena pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. "I understand that I have to die, but they don't,"

Klaus ignored her and looked into your eyes, his hand tightening around your neck.

"Bring Jenna to the altar, or I'll kill Stefan," he growled, his fingers digging into your skin.

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes, you couldn't lose Stefan.

"Please," you whispered, your hands clawing at his.

He let you go, then walked back to the altar.

"Bring her, now," he ordered, pointing at the ring of fire surrounding Jenna.

You stood, walking slowly over to the fire, the ring disappeared and Jenna looked up at you with tear filled eyes. She looked so afraid, so helpless.

"I'm so sorry," you said, your voice breaking, as you helped her to her feet.

You walked her over to the altar, Klaus waiting patiently.

"Jenna, I'm so sorry," you whispered, your hand brushing the hair from her face.

She was sobbing, her body shaking, and you held her close, stroking her hair.

"Please Klaus, just use me instead, she's innocent," you begged, tears running down your face.

"You Salvatore's are so predictable," Klaus sighed, rolling his eyes.

Klaus walked over, and pulled Jenna from your arms, he threw her down onto the altar. Everything seemed to blur, you could hear Elena screaming, the chants of the witch, the cracking of the fire. You saw Stefan reaching out to Elena through the flames, and then, it was quiet.

Klaus plunged a stake into her heart, Elena's wails were all you could hear. Jenna's lifeless body was lying on the altar, her face frozen in fear. You had brought her to her slaughter. You had killed her.

"Such a wonderful assistant," Klaus cooed, he grabbed your chin, his bloody fingers digging into your skin. "Be a good girl and bring me the doppelganger,"

You looked into his cold eyes, his mouth twisted into a smirk.

"Now," he growled.

You nodded, then walked over to Elena, tears were running down her cheeks, but she put on a brave face as the last ring of fire disappeared.

"Elena," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, your whole body was shaking. "I'm so, so sorry,"

"Don't," she said, her voice shaky. "It's not your fault. It's nice to have a friend here at the end,"

She held your hand as you helped her walk over to Klaus. You looked at Stefan, he was struggling to free himself, his eyes filled with worry.

"Elena," Stefan called, his voice breaking.

"It's okay, Stefan," she said, her grip on your hand tightening. "I'm ready,"

You helped her up onto the altar, and Klaus looked down at her with hungry eyes.

"Thank you Elena," he said softly, pulling her against him and moving her hair away from her neck.

"Go to hell," she said, her voice strong.

He chuckled and sank his fangs into her neck.

Elena didn't fight, she let death take her, her grip loosening on your hand, as her last breath left her.

You were shaking, the sound of Klaus drinking from her filling the silence. You had lost two friends today, and the world was suddenly a lot emptier.

When the last bit of blood left her body, Klaus dropped her to the ground and the fire in the altar went out.

You knelt next to her, brushing her hair away from her face, then you looked back at Stefan who was writhing in pain, crying at the loss of Elena.

Klaus staggered a bit, the full moon peeking out from the trees. He groaned, and started to change, his bones cracking as he stumbled forward, his expression a mask of pure bliss.

"It's happening," he moaned, his eyes turned gold, and he was overcome with pleasure. "I can feel it,"

You couldn't stand this any long, all this pain and death. You needed it to end.

You moved down the steps towards him, grabbing a branch off a nearby tree, snapping it in half.

"Come on, sweetheart," he taunted, turning to look at you, his eyes shining. "I'm indestructible,"

"I don't care," you snarled, lunging for him. "You still feel pain,"

You charged at him, striking him across the face, your rage blinding you, making you miss his fist, as it collided with your stomach.

The blow threw you across the clearing, and you landed on your back, the air leaving your lungs, the branch now lodged in your side. 

You saw Damon come running out of the woods, he first looked to Elena, then to Stefan, but when he laid eyes on you, he ran to your side.

"No, no, no, no," he said, his eyes filled with panic, he pulled the wood from your side. "You're not supposed to be here,"

You could hear the concern in his voice, and you smiled up at him, cupping his face. He helped you to your feet, your wounds healing, then he pushed you behind him.

"Damon," you said softly, trying to stop him.

"Bonnie is here, it's okay, let me handle this," he said, his tone stern.

Klaus was standing there, laughing maniacally, a mad grin on his face, then his body began to shake and he fell to the ground.

Suddenly his laughter turned to screams, as Bonnie came striding out of the trees, chanting a spell, she raised her hand, causing Klaus to scream in agony. The fire returned to the altar and spread into the trees, her magic all around them as she channeled every ounce of power she possessed, bringing the hybrid to his knees.

Then she choked on her words, gasping for air, looking around for the source.

"Get the witch!" Stefan yelled, pointing to Klaus' witch, still standing at the altar, her hand outstretched.

Bonnie raised her hands, trying to focus her power, but she was struggling, and you could see the strain on her face.

The witch threw Bonnie into the air, knocking her out, her body hitting the ground.

Damon ran for the witch, and tackled her, his teeth sinking into her neck. He killed her instantly, her body going limp in his arms.

The fire disappeared, the flames extinguishing, the magic disappearing. A deadly quiet settling over everything.

Suddenly, you felt a hand in your hair, dragging you backwards, the pain making you scream.

"Elijah!" Klaus roared into the woods, "I know you are out there, show yourself!"

You saw Elijah walk out of the trees, and into the clearing, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were locked on yours.

Klaus's fingers dug into your scalp, and he pulled harder, forcing you to your knees between them.

"What a sight," Klaus mocked, grinning at Elijah.

"Hello, brother," Elijah said, his eyes still locked on yours.

"You've come to kill me?" Klaus said, chuckling. "How is that working out for you?"

He pulled you back to your feet, your whole body trembling.

"Actually, I've come to make you an offer," Elijah said, taking a step closer, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Oh," Klaus said, amused. "An offer, I wonder what that might be,"

"Spare them, and I will pledge my loyalty to you," Elijah said, his voice soft, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're lying," Klaus growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, his fangs grazing your skin. "You're only offering yourself, so I won't kill her. That's not true loyalty,"

You saw Damon lift Elena's body into his arms, carrying her to Stefan. Then he pulled the stake out of Stefan's back, allowing him to move again.

"Elijah," Stefan called, his voice shaky. "You need to finish this,"

"I can't," he said, shaking his head. "Klaus will kill her,"

Damon rushed to Bonnie's side, trying to wake her up, and Klaus laughed, his lips pressed against your ear.

"Run to your love, if you make it I'll let you live," he whispered, shoving you forward.

You stumbled, your legs barely able to support you, then you started running towards Elijah, tears streaming down your face.

You made it to him, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, he was murmuring soft words into your ear, his breath tickling your skin. And you finally felt safe again.

"Are you okay?" He asked, pulling away to look at you, his fingers brushing the hair from your face.

"Yes," you said softly, your hand gripping his jacket.

You were staring up at him, his brown eyes were warm and full of worry, and you had forgotten how much you missed him.

"Good," he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours.

Your lips met his at the same time you felt something strange in your back. An odd pressure that made you gasp into his mouth.

You pulled away from Elijah, there was a strange look on his face, his mouth falling open, and he looked down at you, a look of pure terror in his eyes.

For the first time in centuries, you felt cold, the world was spinning around you. You knew what was happening, 

Your hand pressed against his chest, you could feel his heart beating against your palm. You looked up into his brown eyes one last time.

"Rule three, my love," you whispered, before your life faded away, and your body fell against him.

Elijah looked down at you, your skin rapidly turning gray, your eyes vacant. Then he looked up at Klaus, who held your heart in his hands.

"This is for betraying me," Klaus said, dropping the organ at his feet, the blood running down the stone steps.

Elijah stood there, his arms wrapped around your lifeless body, his whole world was crumbling.

He could hear Stefan and Damon screaming, but it sounded far away, the own beating of his heart drowning out the rest.

Klaus grabbed Elijah by the neck, forcing him to drop your body, and shoved him to the ground.

"Look at her, the way she's staring up at the stars, it's quite beautiful, isn't it?" Klaus mocked, as Elijah watched you, lifeless on the cold stone. "And it's all because of you,"

Elijah looked away, a tear falling down his cheek, his brother's words cutting into him.

"You're pathetic," Klaus hissed, his hands gripping Elijah's jacket, your blood staining the fabric. "To think you could beat me,"

Elijah closed his eyes, trying to block out his brother's words, but it was no use, his mind was replaying every moment with you. Knowing he would never taste your lips again, or hear your laugh. You would never fall asleep in his arms.

He looked over at Damon, who had rushed to your body. He was holding you, rocking you back and forth in his arms, with Stefan by his side, his face stained with tears, a look of anguish on his face.

Elijah's world was fading away, as he was overcome with rage and anguish, a darkness consuming him, and Klaus just kept talking, his voice becoming more and more distant. 

Then something within him snapped, a creature that was lurking underneath his skin came bursting through, a monster taking the place of the gentleman.

He turned his attention back to his brother, and Klaus froze, the fear clear in his eyes.

Damon watched as Elijah pushed Klaus backwards, causing him to fly across the clearing, skidding along the dirt, landing a few feet away.

Elijah walked in a slow, deliberate pace towards Klaus , his expression devoid of any emotion.

"You're right, Klaus," Elijah said, a cold smile spreading across his face. "We are not the same,"

Klaus tried to stand, but Elijah shoved him back down, he grabbed Klaus leg and twisted it until it snapped. Klaus howled in agony, and Elijah smiled, twisting the other leg, and his brother's screams were echoing through the night.

"You want to be a beast?" Elijah growled, pulling Klaus into the air by his neck, his hands wrapped around his throat. "Let me help you,"

Damon felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and Bonnie was standing there, her eyes full of sorrow.

"Damon," she whispered, tears running down her face.

"Go, help Elijah," he said, his voice hollow. "I'll stay here with her,"

Bonnie nodded, she stood up, her body trembling. Stefan jumped to his feet to help her stay upright, and she began to chant once more. 

The altar burst into flames for a third time, illuminating Klaus and Elijah in a ring of fire as they struggled against each other.

"What is this?" Klaus yelled, pushing Elijah away, trying to fight the pain. "What have you done?"

"Something that should have been done centuries ago," Elijah growled, rushing towards his brother, knocking him down, pinning him to the dirt, his hand raised.

"In the name of our family, Niklaus...," Elijah said, plunging his hand into his brother's chest, curing his fingers around Klaus's heart. "In the name of her..."

"I didn't bury them at sea!" Klaus yelled, his hand trying to pry Elijah's away. "They are safe, I swear,"

Elijah looked at him, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

"I can take you to them," Klaus pleaded, his hands gripping Elijah's wrist. “Their bodies are safe. If you kill me, you'll never find them,”

"Elijah, don't listen to him," Stefan yelled, walking towards them.

"Brother, please," Klaus begged. "She wouldn't want this, please,"

Your beautiful face flashed through Elijah's mind, and he looked back at Damon, who was kneeling there, tears in his eyes, clutching your body.

"You're wrong, Klaus," Elijah growled, his hand squeezing the organ in his grip. "She would want this,"

Then he tore Klaus's heart from his chest, and watched the life fade from his brother's eyes.

Klaus's body dropped to the ground, his heart still beating in Elijah's hand, and the flames died down, leaving the clearing in silence. 

Bonnie walked up to him, looking down at the flames. 

"Good," She said, her voice hoarse.

Elijah looked back at Stefan and Damon, they were kneeling next to your body, Stefan's hand caressing your cheek. 

Elijah rushed over to you, looking down at your peaceful face, you almost looked like you were sleeping.

Elijah brushed the hair from your face, his hands were shaking. He couldn't understand how something so beautiful could be snuffed out so easily.

"Don't touch her," Damon said, pulling you away from Elijah.

"You did this," Damon snapped, glaring at Elijah. "It's your fault she's dead,"

Elijah nodded and stepped away, Damon was right, it was his fault.

"Damon," Stefan said, reaching for his brother.

"No, he has to answer for this," Damon said, getting to his feet, your body in his arms.

"It's over Damon," Bonnie said softly, looking up at him. "It's over,"

Damon looked down at you, and tears started to stream down his cheeks. He was shaking, and Stefan reached for him, the two of them clinging to each other, your body between them.

"I think it's best you leave," Bonnie said, her eyes filled with sadness. "Please, go,"

Elijah nodded, his heart breaking as he looked down at your lifeless form, knowing this was his fault.

"Where will you go?" Stefan asked, as he wiped his eyes.

"I need to find my siblings," he said softly, looking away from the sight. "With Klaus dead, everyone he compelled will be free, I'll follow the clues they left behind,"

He looked back at you, and his heart shattered.

"Will you be okay?" Stefan asked, his hand on Elijah's shoulder.

"One day," he replied, turning to look at him, a small smile on his face.

"Thank you," Stefan said softly.

Elijah gave them a small nod, then disappeared into the trees, heading far away from Mystic Falls. His heart forever bound to yours. 

~Epilogue

Time changes all things, this was something Damon had the basics of understanding, but nothing could prepare him for how it would affect him when he became human again.

He was an old man, something he never expected to experience, and yet there he was.

"Are you ready?" Elena asked, her hand on his arm.

"Always," he answered, his voice weak, but his smile was genuine.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek, her eyes still as bright and beautiful as the day he met her.

The walk to the Salvatore family crypt was slow, and the pain in his joints was unbearable. He hated getting old.

They entered the stone building, and Damon let go of Elena's arm, making his way over to your stone. He placed his hand on it, the smoothness soothing his calloused hand.

"Hi sis," he said, smiling down at the stone. "It's been a while, i've been so busy,"

He took a seat in the chair next to your grave, he had brought it decades ago. He was a man who liked his comfort, and he spent hours talking to you, catching you up on everything that had happened since the last time he was there.

"I have grandkids now! Can you believe it? They are the cutest, I even named a boy after you, well, the closest we could come, but, yeah," he said, a wide grin on his face.

Damon looked over at Elena, who was laying flowers at Stefan's grave. She was the only one left, and he was so grateful for her.

"I miss you and Stefan so much," Damon said softly. "But it won't be long now until I see you again,"

There was an awkward cough and Damon looked up to see a delivery boy standing in the doorway, looking uncomfortable.

"I have a delivery for Miss Y/n Salvatore," he said, walking up to him, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"She's not exactly up for company," Damon said with a chuckle, gesturing to your stone.

"I know, this actually isn't my first time doing this," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "Actually, the guy who use to deliver along this route said that he's been delivering here once a week for his entire fourty year career,"

Damon stood up slowly, his bones protesting the movement. He held his hand out and the boy handed him the flowers.

"Thanks, kid," Damon said, sitting back down, there was a note tucked in with the flowers.

The boy gave him a little wave before disappearing.

Elena came to sit next to him, her hand on his knee, she gave him a sad smile. "What does it say?"

Damon pulled out his glasses, and read it out loud, a tear rolling down his cheek.

For a thousand years, I had never known love, until you, and for a thousand more, I will wait for you. 

-Elijah

Rule one: When we are together, it will just be us, no one will know.

Rule two: No talk of business or family, don't get personal.

Rule three: When it's over, it's over.

{Part One} {Part Two}{Part Three} {Part Four}

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Dinner and Ice Cream by WayLowHalo (Keelin/Freya, AU)

Modern day, all human AU. Freya brings home her girlfriend to meet her family. Rated for implications of abuse.

to sleep, perchance to dream by KatrinaKenyon (Keelin/Freya)

Keelin discovers just how pro Team Mikaelson she is.

Or the one where Freya Mikaelson, badass Viking witch, is a sleep cuddler.

The East Entrance by AskaitAmara (Keelin/Freya)

Full moon sexy time magic.

The first story takes place after episode 5, the second episode 6, and the third episode 7.

While You Were Sleeping by JeannieXCBronze (Keelin/Freya) 

Freya wouldn't wake her up anymore. Not with her voice, nor with her guitar... Keelin keeled over in pain as the next blow struck, dashing her hopes of seeing Freya ever again,hearing their wedding bands clink, feeling Freya's golden hair cascade over her chest while she cuddled into her sleepily...

As her captor slinked down the stairs, she gasped, finally spotting her face.

Katherine. Katherine Pierce. "Hello, pretty, ready to play?"

The Witch’s Brew by KatrinaKenyon (Keelin/Freya) 

Keelin runs into Freya at a Starbucks, of all places, after not seeing her for a couple of weeks.

or Keelin learns that Freya's a little basic and finally gives the viking witch her number.

Texts from last night (or lack thereof) by KatrinaKenyon (Keelin/Freya)

Keelin isn't the kind of girl who waits by her phone, but its been a day and the viking witch who kissed her last night hasn't even bothered to send her so much as a text.

or the one where Freya Mikaelson is bad with technology.

but tell me, what blooms in the shade by refuted (Keelin/Freya) 

Somewhere between a ring and a bottle of tequila, Freya starts to resemble something like a human.

(Or: Freya remembers what it's like to feel feelings.)

Let’s See This Thing Through by whenhopefadestoblack (Keelin/Freya)

Random one shots of Freelin, as and when my brain allows me to think of anything.

Howling at the Moon by Seraine25 (Keelin/Freya)

Freya and Keelin have been friends for awhile but could they both be wanting more? 

She Feels by Anakta (Keelin/Freya +multi-ships)

Before/After by Jaina (Keelin/Freya)

A post script for 4x07 "High Water and the Devil's Daughter". Freya goes home with Keelin after THAT kiss.

This isn’t happening by Akira14 (Keelin/Freya) 

All that I want right now is for this day to end. Go to sleep, safe in Keelin's arms, and wake up to a call from Elijah telling me he's so dreadfully sorry for making us all worry.

(a little post 4x09 flashfic, from Freya's POV)

feels like falling by refuted

A couple times Freya and Keelin feel stuff.

The Truth by handjive

A look at where Freya's oldest wounds come from.

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Chapter 20

Immortal Dilemmas

“Guys, s-something’s wrong! We got to go! Something’s wrong with Hailey!” Stefan said with a pained and panicked face. Ron hadn’t felt fear like that since the war but it was definitely bringing back memories. The dread he felt when Voldemort screamed that Hailey was dead and the denial he felt until it came crashing down when he saw Hagrid with a tear stained face holding what was thought to be her corpse. Thank the deities that it was not her time yet! The same feelings were coming back, he looked around and saw the same worried looks on the others. He made a gesture and quickly grabbed Stefan’s arm and ran out of the grill into the back alley. He saw that his brothers had caught on to what the plan was. Stefan looked near catatonic but there wasn’t any time to spare, quickly wizards paired off with vampires and apparated back to the Mickaelson Mansion.

Stefan looked like he was getting worse, when they landed he had keeled over and was grabbing his chest in pain. Bill made a move to try and help him back up but Klaus was quick to stop him, Bill was about to ask him why he stopped him when a furious roar erupted from Stefan. The vampires were quick to jump in front and cover the magicals. Klaus had to suppress a shiver when Stefan had stopped screaming and looked dead straight at the mansion. His worse fear for his brother had happened, something bad happened to Hailey and now Stefan’s vampire had gone feral. Before he could bark at his brothers to help hold back Stefan, he had sped into the mansion. They all chased after him but the scene in front of him filled him with dread.

Stefan was hovering over a disturbingly still Hailey and Kol had a piece of broken furniture lodged in his chest. It doesn’t kill them but it still takes them out for a small period of time. He rushed over to pull it out, it shouldn’t take too long for him to wake up. Klaus and his brothers started to frantically look around, the boys…where are the boys?! That’s when a cry of anguish was let out by Stefan. They were all in shock and ran towards him. He let out a hiss when they came too close. He was holding Hailey close to his chest, one hand in her hair and the other around her back but she wasn’t holding him back, she was limp.

She wasn’t breathing. The magicals were suddenly back at Hogwarts seeing the scene all over again and the vampires were being filled with anguish and rage at the loss of their new family. Ron took in a shaky breath in and tried to not let loose the tears that were threatening to spill he had to remind himself the facts. Hailey is the Mistress of Death, even if she dies she won’t stay dead.

“Everyone calm dow-“ he tried to explain before things could escalate.

“How can we possibly be calm?!? Hailey is gone and the boys are missing!!” Klaus’s eyes were flashing from how angry he was and how his wolf was trying to break out and tear out the throat of who was responsible for it.

“SHES NOT GONE-listen there are some things we haven’t gotten to tell you guys yet-“ Ron was cutoff as Hailey sucked in a large gasp and started coughing. Stefan, who still had his feral face on and tears running down, scrambled to put her in a proper position. Kol was coming back as well and was being brought up by his brothers. Hailey was flailing around and trying to get up from the ground but Stefan wasn’t letting her.

“THE BOYS!! WHERE ARE MY BOYS?!? WHERE ARE MY BABIES?!?” She was looking around frantically still trying to get out of Stefan’s arms until Percy had grasped her attention by grabbing her shoulders and barely flinching when Stefan snarled at him. The others were still trying to grasp reality as Hailey still had her human scent.

“Hailey! You got to tell us what happened!” Ever the logical one Percy wanted to know the situation before acting. But what Hailey said threw whatever calm response he could possibly have.

“Katherine happened! She must of took the boys, we got to go!”, she tried to again leave her husband’s arm but was confused on to why he wasn’t letting her go. Kol let out a growl at hearing the woman’s name.

“You just came back from the dead! You shouldn’t be moving around too much! Not to mention, Hailey we don’t know where they went how can we possibly find-“ Elijah tried to reason with her until she pulled out her pendant and muttered a spell which unleashed two golden arrows pointing.

“Little treat MACUSA put in for me, now- LETS GO!” She screamed to everyone, they looked about ready to flash out and have the magicals hitch a ride but Stefan wasn’t moving. Stefan was just sitting with her on the floor letting out wounded growls when she tried to leave. His feral look had yet to leave him. Hailey finally asked her burning question.“What’s going on, why isn’t he talking and why isn’t he letting me go?”

“It’s his vampire, love. It went feral from feeling your death and now it’s likely he won’t be able to do muck other than hover over you until you can snap him out of it.” Klaus said with some trepidation. In theory a mate should be able to calm and coax a feral ripper, so far it seems possible. Hailey took Stefan’s face into her hands and forced eye contact, her face was filled with determination but also with panic.

“Stefan-Stefan, look at me! Katherine did this, she tried to take me away from you, but she didn’t but now she’s trying to take our boys! Stefan please we need to get our babies back! We have to!” Something flickered in his eyes. It started to settle down but his eyes were still blood red, the vampire still had major control. He nodded his head obediently. She reached up and wiped the tear tracks on his face away and nodded back. She looked to everyone. “Follow the arrows! They can shows us the way even with your speed involved! Let’s get the boys back!”

The arrows led them down a familiar path and then it made sense why. Katherine had gone to where she first met the Salvatore brothers, the Salvatore Estate now Boardinghouse. They barged in and found her sitting on the ground. “It never gets old seeing Stefan all sweaty, hot and bothered. Just like when we first met, right Stefan?” Katherine had an amused and cocky smirk on her face which looked misplaced because of how ragged she looked. It quickly dropped as Stefan answered her with an animalistic snarl. She had on the same purple Henley and jeans on when she was impersonating Elena at the park. But it was bloody and torn with her jeans stained of mud and grime. She was practically malnourished from how little she had gotten to drink and her hair was slicked and matted with grime. But what made everyone’s hearts jump was that she had the boys right beside her.

They were crying their lungs out and displaying their natures. Cedar was levitating and throwing everything and Caelan had his baby fangs in full display trying to bite at her. But with Katherine so close to them she wasn’t affected by the chaos as well as keep them a distance to avoid biting. Seeing her just sitting there and daring to taunt them had Hailey boiling and her magic was beginning to react to her emotions.

“Katherine Pierce! You worthless bint! GIVE ME BACK MY BABIES!” The smirk that had dropped from Katherine’s face had come back full force with Hailey’s shouting. What could a human or witch do to her, Katherine Pierce. She’s survived over five hundred years on the run, she could survive a little girls tantrum. Everything this girl had should belong to her! Getting to raise her children despite being young and having Stefan at her side to do it, THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN KATHERINE. It was as if an outside force was speaking as her subconscious, making her be impulsive and more angry like she had to do it. She ignored it and started leering over Stefan again. Her eyes started to travel and she flinched when he lot out a small roar In retaliation. She looked around her redheads with the weird sticks and the Originals, she smirked.

“I don’t know about that…they just have the perfect amount of their daddy in them. Especially this one, he looks so much like Stefan. Would you mind if I just keep him? You can have the other, I just hope that this one is just as much fun as his daddy was.” Hailey had frozen at the implication of what Katherine was intending to do to HER BABY. As if something had snapped, her head drooped and she started to walk towards Katherine. She walked despite the hissing and shouting from everyone and as if Stefan knew something was amiss he just let out a small whimper.

The smirk was slowly dropping from Katherine’s face as the feeling of dread was quickly rising in her. The lights were flickering and the air was becoming cold. Then an unearthly screech was heard in the distance causing everyone but Hailey to flinch. Instead she raised her arm and pointed a single finger at Katherine. She raised her head and caused her family to let out large gasps and be riddled with befuddlement. Her eyes, instead of white it’s had become black and her irises her glowing reminding the Weasleys of the Killing Curse. The screeching was getting closer and closer until it just stopped. Then all of a sudden the door had slammed open and the screeching had filled the house. Ron was quick to bark orders.

“Everyone against the walls don’t get close to those things!” He said while dragging Kol with him.

“What are those things?!” Klaus had been dragged to the wall by one of the twins. He was eyeing the Spector like things that were floating around the room. Every instinct in his body was telling him to run from those things.

“Dementors!”, as he said it the soul suckers had stopped flying around the room and came to a stop by standing behind Hailey, like dogs awaiting their masters orders to eat.

“Her.”, Hailey said simply but it left everyone with chills as her voice had changed to something unearthly. The Dementors charged at Katherine. They lifted her up by her arms and floated her away from Cedar and Caelan. With them so close to her and touching her Katherine was reliving every horrible memory she had. It didn’t take long for her to start begging.

“Please no! I-I’ll do anything I’ll leave you alone just let me go! I didn’t mean it!” She tried getting out of their grips but she couldn’t as she started to freeze in fear when Hailey Potter started to stroll towards her. She stopped momentarily when she got close enough to the boys. She picked them up and they calmed down almost instantly. She looked to the redheaded twins and they quickly scrambled up to get the boys from her. Once the twins were at a safe distance she turned her attention back to Katherine. In the corner of her eye she could see Stefan pelting himself over to the boys and frantically looking them over and nuzzling them when he deemed that they were okay.

“You didn’t mean it! You have evaded your crimes for too long!” Hailey’s voice had never sounded so bone chilling before even when facing off Death Eaters, that doesn’t compare to how angry she sounded at this very moment. She scoffed when Katherine started to form crocodile tears. And then started to explain herself that she was just jealous and just wanted some piece of Stefan. Hailey looked to the dementor on Katherine’s right with a raised eyebrow and I quickly put its corpse like hand over her mouth to shut her pleading up. Katherine was trying to get sympathy from anyone in the room with her wide fear filled eyes but she was just met with looks of disdain.

“Katerina Petrova in the name of Death, I sentence you to your own personal hell! May your last moments be filled with remorse as no rest will accompany you!” She nodded to the Dementors and it removed its hand while the other leaned in. All her manipulation tactics and persuasion powers proved fruitless when being sentenced to the Dementor’s Kiss. The vampires looked on in horror as a white vapor left Katherine’s body and was being sucked up by the Dementor. They let her go and they expected to having to hold her down but she just sat there like a husk. Breathing but looking so empty. The Dementors bowed to Hailey and flew out of the house. Everyone let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. Stefan ran up to Hailey with the boys still with him, she gave them a faint smile…before promptly fainting. Fred was quick to conjure a very big bean bag for her to fall on. He knew that right now Stefan was in a very delicate mindset and anything could set him off. Not matter how worried he was for Hailey he could not risk it more by possibly pushing her mate too far.

Stefan made a wounded noise and climbed on the bean bag with her. Her arrange his family into a comfortable position. He was slowly coming back, the boys were rightfully tired and found a good sleeping place on their mama. Stefan was being lulled to sleep as well. As soon as Percy saw that they were asleep he put a silencing charm on them. They needed to plan out how they were going to move them back home without waking them up or drawing too much attention. From what he gathered this house was still being used by Damon so they needed to figure it out quickly. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Damon barged in with Elena both looked very irritated and with seeing them we’re about to begin interrogating when Charlie and Ron have had enough and hit them a Petrificus Totalus. They rubbed their foreheads when they both dropped like rocks into the floor. It was really turning into a long day.

Chapter 16

Immortal Dilemmas

The first feeling that came to him once he awoke, other than his hunger, was anger. The first thing he actually had consciousness of hearing in nine hundred years was his brothers voice. He had sped towards his brother once he made an unceremonious fall from his coffin but was stopped when he started registering a very familiar scent. A scent he had thought was taken away by his brother long ago, a scent so oaky and of grounded herbs. Sage, he was about to speak but was cutoff when his brother decided to shove some sort of bag into his mouth. His initial reaction is to bite down as he did he was finally fed part of him was disgusted by how easily sated his vampire was because of blood. But the other part was happy to get rid of the constant burn and ache he had been feeling. He drained the bag of its contents, his throat was still burning, and he was about to speak but once again it seemed as his younger brother was determined to force feed him. It seemed that their sister was also force feeding their other brothers while his Sage looked on.

He was sat down on a strange leather bound couch and looked up expecting to see the usual superior smirk that rested on Klaus’s face. He was mildly surprised to see Klaus look upon them with a look of concern and cautiousness. From his mother’s constant muttering of how his siblings were monsters and becoming worse he expected Klaus to have turned his humanity off permanently. Klaus leaned down to examine his eldest brother which caused Finn to question what Klaus was looking for. “Well, big brother, I’m just trying to estimate how many more bags I’ll have to feed you in order for your skin to regain color.”, out of instinct Finn looked down to his hand and Klaus was correct. Finn barely had any color to his flesh. Nine hundred years without any nourishment, it was definitely going to take a while for Finn to be considered a healthy vampire. He looked back up back to Klaus with a glare to snap at him, to berate him, to insult him, and generally just say anything to get back at his brother for confinement of the last millennia. But he stopped before he could even start as his brother had a look of remorse on his face while examining his form, an emotion Finn had been sure that he would only ever see from his brother when he was human.

What in the world? His mother had stated that his brother had become the ultimate monster. He had heard from her that Niklaus had broken the bindings on him. But instead of being more monstrous if anything this is the most human he had ever seen his brother since their early years of vampirism. He looked over his brother questionably as if Klaus was a puzzle that needed solving. Klaus ignored the looks and focused more on feeding his brother, Finn was so lost in thought that he just drank whatever Klaus was giving him. Klaus knew in Rebekah’s eyes that he would need to talk to Elijah first but Finn was the first of his brothers and they had a very strained relationship.

He had talked to Sage beforehand and asked her, for the sake of his brother, if she could stay at the mansion for however long Finn would need. She of course agreed, but she had questioned Klaus, she never got to really know Klaus other than what Finn would tell her. Why now, why did Klaus decide to awaken his brother, her love, after nine hundred years? Why had he done so in the first place? From that she finally got both sides of the story. How after Klaus had found out that he felt that he wasn’t true brother, just the bastard that his siblings had to put up with for all eternity, he felt he needed control in order to not lose the only family he could have. How, Finn spoke of their family being abominations made him feel as if he was trying to abandon them. He couldn’t bear the thought of his eldest brother, any of his siblings, trying to find a way to end things.

He went about it wrong he knew that but Sage know knew. She knew that while he was trying to undo the curse to unlock what was wrongly taken away, he also did it in order to be strong enough to fend off Mikael. She asked why was he so being so open with her and why wasn’t he discussing this with his sister or pet Salvatore. “Because you are the most important person in the world to my brother. And you deserve to know you in-laws a bit better. My brother had grieved the loss of our humanity but with you it seemed that you were able to lift that burden. If anyone has any say in what should occur with Finn you should have some input as well. My sister didn’t have a strong bond with Finn so I’m afraid the only thing she knew was his love life. And I’m afraid my little brother, Stefan doesn’t exactly have the best relations with his own brother, but who could blame him.”, he ended with a smirk but Sage could see the anxiety rising in the hybrids eyes. With that she agreed that the first conversation he would need to have would have to be with Finn.

She came over to them and shared a tentative smile with Klaus. Finn looked shocked at how they were interacting. She gave Finn a kiss and hand squeeze. She knew if she didn’t coax him, he would never just talk with Klaus. She knew how important family was to Finn, if she could help she will. “Finn, I’m so happy to see you.”, Finn was elated to feel Sage with him. But his mother…why would she lie and say that Klaus had murdered Sage. She saw that he was in thought but they needed this conversation now, he needed to know. “Finn, we need to get you back to full health. But most importantly…you have a conversation with your brother that is long overdue.”, he looked shocked that she would say so. But he knew Sage was right and with her being alive did raise questions. If his mother had been willing to lie about Sage what else could she have lied about?

She left them to have some sense of privacy. He wordlessly gave his brother modern clothing to change into, perks to being a vampire changing doesn’t take long. Klaus had pulled a dining room chair for sit in and gestured for him to sit down. He did and noticed his brother had a smaller version of shears in his hand along with some sort of metal tool in his hand. “What is this for Niklaus?”, he couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed Finn but it’s no longer common for men to have hair at this length.”, he had noticed Klaus’s hair being short. Such a strange thing to see. But they were to be talking why was his brother offering to cut his hair? He continued to stay still, might as well get it done with.

“I’m sorry…for everything. I’m not sure how I’ll ever make it up to you but I want you to know that.”, his brother apologizing? Something was amiss, since them turning Klaus had apologized very rarely. At most he would only see he did wrong two times before Finn had been daggered, he has no clue if Klaus even apologizes anymore. He could hear their siblings stopping in their tracks at Niklaus’s words.

“You’ll have to be more precise Niklaus. There are many grievances between us.”, he couldn’t help but say so in a clipped tone. He was again shocked when Niklaus had flinched at his response. That was not…Niklaus had only ever done so when they were human…and only when he was with father. What had happened to his brother? He could hear his siblings and Sage waiting for them at the other end of the grand house.

“I’m sorry that you had to put up with me for a century. I’m sorry that I had you daggered for nine centuries. I’m sorry that I’ve been such a terrible brother to you that you would readily believe that I had murdered the one person you wanted to live for. I’m sorry that you have me, a bastard, for a brother.”, Klaus had did it. He finally said to his eldest brother his biggest concern. He could feel his eyes getting misty but he blinked it away before his brother could see him in such a state. When he found out he was a result of his mother’s affair his reaction to everything was in fear. What if his siblings were to decide that as a bastard he had no right to call them his brothers and sister. He was afraid he would be abandoned and left alone.

“Niklaus! I may be furious at you for having me locked away for centuries but I would never be angry with you for having a different father. We were raised together, we played together, but it would seem that was out of the situation when I had dared disobeyed you!”, he never thought that Nik would have these thoughts. He always seemed so carefree and headstrong. Never for a moment did he believe that Niklaus was not his brother. He had already lost their youngest brother, he didn’t want to lose another over petty thoughts. But it still hadn’t excused that just because he felt differently on their curse that Klaus could just lock him away. He held his brother’s gaze when he looked up to meet them with a look of…disbelief? He was so caught up in their conversation he and Klaus didn’t take in that their siblings had stopped talking to listen in.

“You think I had you daggered for nine hundred years because you disobeyed me?! Finn, you had constantly gone on about us being abominations, about our family being monsters. I saw, I saw that everyday you dreaded still being alive. With Sage you got better. But then she disappeared, it was like we were starting to just get you back and then we started to lose you again. And I couldn’t bear it any longer! We already had lost so much family. Henrik, I still cry every year and reminisce him in the season of his death. Mother, her death will forever be on my head she was supposed to protect us but she never batted an eye when father raised a hand or whip to any of us. Then she sealed away what was essentially apart of my soul, Finn! And Mikael, I understand his need to kill me! I am the bastard of his wife that he was forced to raise! But the man who raised us, the man we called father he hunted us. We lost so much Finn, we couldn’t lose you as well, no matter how much you hate me, please don’t abandon them, please don’t try to abandon our family again.”, Klaus couldn’t hold back his tears any longer, he tried to take in shacky breaths to calm himself. While Finn got lost in thought, had his pain really been that visible and had it really hurt his siblings to such an extent. Niklaus may be a manipulative person but he would never make himself display that he was vulnerable. It was as if in the first time nine hundred years he was seeing his little brother again, without any of his armor. He sped to Klaus and felt him tense when he had gripped his shoulders. He brushed off the hurt he felt and met Klaus’s gaze. All this time he thought he was saving their souls and speaking the truth. He had hurt his family enough, he was done listening to mother.

“Niklaus, look at me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for never seeing that I wasn’t the only one suffering. I’m the eldest yet I was never able to protect my younger siblings. I’m sorry for making you feel that I was abandoning you. I’m sorry that I left you to suffer on your own. But most of all I’m sorry that I didn’t try harder, to show you that even though we don’t share total parentage that doesn’t make you any less of my brother. I was there for your first smile, first words, first steps, and all your other first. You are my brother and I swear by the family name that I will try harder. I won’t abandon our family again.”, he next had done something that he hadn’t done since Niklaus was a child, he brought him in for a hug. It took a moment but eventually Klaus returned it and used Finn’s shoulder to quiet his relieved sobs. He felt Finn rubbing his back and used it to comfort himself to stop. When he stopped crying he lifted his head to avoid his brother’s eyes. He hadn’t cried in front of anyone in the last five hundred years.

“Can we keep it in the house that you had to comfort me and that I actually can feel sadness?”, he asked with a joking voice. His brother just rolled his eyes fondly. Then the moment was broken when the rest of his siblings decided that their one on one time was up. Elijah had heard everything and looked proud of his brothers, so did Rebekah. When he met Kol’s gaze he could see some anger but he gave him a tentative smile. Klaus didn’t know it but at his reconciliation with Finn had definitely strengthened their family bonds. He met eyes with Rebekah and she gave him a nod, hopefully his brothers won’t find current events too…strange. He gave one back and she took out her phone to send a text.

“Now I believe it be time for my brothers to get caught up with the times.”, Klaus said after clearing his throat and ignoring the heat he felt in his cheeks.

“The doppelgänger, Elena, is she proving to be trouble?”, Elijah as usual got straight to the usual root of the problem.

“Another doppelgänger? I had thought Katerina was the last of her line?”, Kol had remembered how infuriated Klaus had been. It was the first time he felt anger towards Elijah and remorse for Klaus.

“As it turns out brother she had a child out of wedlock before we met her. But the latest one has been a quite prominent thorn in my behind.”, Klaus said with an irritated growl in his voice. Elijah looked at his brother curiously. But Rebekah wanted to share the good news first.

“While you lot were indisposed Klaus and I added a few members to the family.”, she said with a very large smile.

“Few members?”, Finn couldn’t help but repeat. His brothers looked as curious as he did.

“Yes brother, you see as an alpha of my pack I felt that they became more to me than just some subjects. And of course there is Stefan.”, his brothers could understand the pack bit, werewolves were family oriented. But to Finn and Kol they wondered who Stefan was. For Elijah he almost let his calm mask fall at the mention of the younger Salvatore.

“The younger Salvatore? I had thought with his relationship with Elena he would be against you.”, Elijah remembered that he along with Damon would stop at nothing to protect Elena. Honestly, was quite annoying at times.

“Salvatore?”, Finn wondered what was his family’s history with them. It would seem only him and Kol were out of the loop.

“Katerina shared many qualities with Tatia including juggling brothers. I’m afraid that she made them immortal but luckily the younger was never actually attracted to her, Stefan.”, Klaus let anger seep into his tone. Katerina would have hell to pay for daring to take advantage of his little brother.

“Anyone that holds disdain towards that tart already earns a few points in my eyes.”, Kol never gave Katherine the time of day even though she had tried to gain his attention multiple times. He could always see a glimmer in her eyes of greed and if it wasn’t for Klaus he would have killed her when she kept insisting in her advances.

“Yes, the fact he could see past the blinds similar to what Tatia did is indeed a better man.”, Finn may not have shown it but he was protective of his younger brothers. Once he learned that some girl had dared to pin his brothers against each other for her affection he had wanted to drown her in the creek.

“Well, I took him under my wing and we have a new younger brother. Congratulations Kol.”, Klaus said with a smirk. He wasn’t disappointed with Kol’s reaction. Finn was twenty-seven, Elijah was twenty-four, Klaus was twenty, Kol was eighteen, and Rebekah was seventeen. After Henrik, Kol had become the baby boy of the family they were fiercely protective of.

“IM NOT THE BABY ANYMORE!! YES!”, Kol couldn’t help but shout. His siblings chuckled at his antics.

“I must say this is while delightful news is a big surprise.”, Elijah said once Kol settled.

“Let’s all sit down there is more you lot need to know about has transpired.”, he went on to explain his and Stefan’s history. He explained how Stefan was left to fend for himself against an emotional manipulative girl and how Damon was no help. His brothers burned in anger at Damon just ignoring his brother in obvious distress just to benefit himself. He gotten up to recent events like how the pack would help in finally dealing with Mikael when Rebekah got a text back.

“Why is that strange rectangle making a noise, sister?”, Finn is going to need a looong lesson in history. But it won’t take long, they do have forever.

“It notifies me when a message is ready to be read, Finn. No need for messengers anymore with these.” Rebekah calmly explained while showing him and opening her camera to show the other things it could do. He jumped a little but examined it.

“Man kind has truly evolved.”, Finn always thought it strange the new things humans would make but they always seem to follow a pattern. Rebekah took her phone back when it looked like her brother wanted to break it open to see the inside. She turned to Klaus after responding.

“Yes it has, Nik he said that he’ll be over as soon as he can.”, they thought it best to introduce them now before anyone else in Mystic Falls.

“Who? Stefan?”, Elijah hoped he guessed it right. He was inquisitive and wanted to know the full story of why Stefan had decided to switch loyalties.

“Yes, you see brothers other than Stefan sharing a bond with I, he has achieved something thought to be impossible…but first I must explain our recent discoveries.”, in order to explain their story Klaus has to explain the history of Hailey’s kind.

“Discoveries?”, Finn had always been the one to want to make discoveries and to have creations of his own. While Nik had painted, Finn had worked with wood and stones. He had made his siblings toys and had enjoyed it immensely at seeing their young faces light up.

“Yes, as it turns out there is another kind of magic users. A whole secret society and world filled with magic and they use wands!”, Klaus said flamboyantly. His siblings could see that his eyes light up at the sound of a world were they would be considered normal. But Kol’s eye’s sharpened at Klaus’s description, it couldn’t be.

“Wand wielders? But that’s not possible!”, Kol said in an awed tone.

“You don’t seem very shocked at this brother.”, Finn said while taking in his brother’s reaction. Kol was always the one that had a fondness for magic and witches.

“I knew of them but it can’t be! Human had hunted them out and burned them all! They’re extinct!”, as much as it pained Kol to say it was true. Wand wielders had been persecuted long ago and wiccans had been the ones to survive longer. But Klaus just shook his head to negate his brother’s thoughts, it brought some hope for Kol as he never got the chance to encounter a wand wielder.

“Not extinct more of endangered. They had gone into hiding, brother. And we have made a strong bond with them.”, Klaus said with a fond smile on thinking back about the new family in Mystic Falls. He handed Kol the items he had gotten from Hermione and Hailey.

“You have made allies with wand wielders?”, Kol was amazed even before they supposedly went into hiding wand wielders never had really communicated those outside of their community. The fact that Klaus made allies with them is astounding. He looked at the book and stick with awe.

“In a sense. I made a vow to them in our family name. You see a very powerful wand witch is Stefan’s mate, her name is Hailey.”, Klaus said with some pride in his voice.

“Mates? A witch and a vampire?! That’s impossible!”, Elijah said. Mates within the vampire race was rare enough as it is but an interracial mating bond was never heard of.

“Impossibility seems like a daily occurrence with Hailey Potter. As the mate of our youngest she is our sister-in-law. Which reminds me that I need to speak to a lawyer.”, Klaus said quoting his newest younger sister. Klaus had been doing some thinking and it would be best to have some lawful advice.

“For what Nik?”, Rebekah looked at her brother curiously as did the rest of their siblings.

“Just to see if it’d be possible to achieve an idea that’s been bouncing around my head.”, Klaus didn’t want to have the idea out and get everyone’s hopes up before they knew if they could actually achieve it. Kol wanted to get back on topic.

“I understand that her being a vampire’s mate is impossible but what else? You seem to be leaving something out.” Kol said looking over to his brother with inquisitive eyes, he truly did have an interest with magic. Just as he was about to answer the door bell ringed, no doubt Hailey’s doing.

“If you’ll follow me brothers to greet our guest you’ll see the other impossibility achieved.”, they all trailed Klaus in their vampiric speed. Sage had shown up to Finn’s side holding his hand also curious to see the impossible witch. When Klaus opened the door they were greeted to the sight of a beautiful young couple that had infants in tow. The girl had a beauty about her that could only be explained by her witch status. Her black hair made it seem her porcelain like skin and emerald eyes were glowing. The boy had a handsomeness to him and Sage could understand now why Damon had been so envious of his younger brother. His brown hair and tan skin made his eyes really stand out with their color of aqua. But the babies…

“Brothers and Sage meet the Potter-Salvatore’s. Hailey, Stefan, and of course nephews meet the rest of our family.”, Klaus said as he directed the happy family inside. He peeked over Hailey’s shoulder to smile down at the boys and they stared back at him with their adorable eyes wide. Sage, however, knew why the family is considered out of the norm.

“What? You have children but your so young?”, while not uncommon is was still a concern for Sage. What brought about the young witch to have children at such a young age. Finn didn’t understand Sage’s question.

“Is it no longer usual for someone of her age to not be wed and a mother?”, Finn said looking at everyone curiously. It was common for people as young as thirteen to be engaged as back then life expectancy was anyone’s guess.

“It hasn’t been common in the last century, but we are married.”, Stefan could understand Finn’s question. Back when he was human he would have had an engagement if it hadn’t been for the war despite his young age.

“Wait a minute…”, Kol got a closer look at the infants and at the couple. The scents, the similar features, but most importantly the bond.

“HOW?!!?”, Kol asked flabbergasted. His brothers did the same as him as they finally noticed what he had. It wasn’t possible! Klaus took maybe too much pleasure from seeing all their looks of shock. He went on to explain.

“Hailey and Stefan has truly done the remarkable. As a vampire and a witch they were able to produce offspring. Allow me to be the first to introduce Cedar and Caelan Potter-Salvatore. The impossible children made by the impossible mates.”, Klaus did not hide the pride or smugness from seeing his brothers and Sage do a fantastic impression of a gaping fish.

“It’s been my experience that impossibility is just another challenge.”, Hailey had to just add with an impish smile. Stefan shared it with her and put his arm over her shoulders. Bringing her closer and allowing him an easier way to look adoringly at his sons. It seemed that was enough to finally snap the others out of it.

“Children produced by a vampire? It not possible!”, Elijah couldn’t help but loose his usual calm composure. He had been awake the longest and had seen much more than his siblings. But a secret world and children from a vampire was just overwhelming.

“I’m afraid that your wrong on that, in my world it’s not as uncommon but it also helps that I’ve never been one to follow the norm.”, Hailey said with a smirk and looked to Stefan who also smirked at the end of her statement. Kol couldn’t help it any longer.

“If I may?”, Kol asked Hailey and Stefan. He stepped closer to them to peek at the children and held his hands out in question. Stefan let out a low growl at him but was quickly placated by Klaus and Hailey reminding him that this wasn’t a threat, this was family.

“Do you know how to hold him?”, Stefan answered and questioned. He sounded a bit strained but it was progress. A very valid question he thought, he wondered if the originals were ever able to hold a child during their vampiric years.

“Uhm…directions would be appreciated.”, Kol could feel his cheeks glow red in embarrassment. Stefan helped in showing him how to support Caelan. Kol couldn’t help but examine the new kind of hybrid. His brothers had flanked him and were as well looking over the baby.

“Amazing. Was your pregnancy similar to a normal one? Was it more painful?”, Sage asked while looking at the child that was still in Hailey’s arms, Cedar. Hailey answered with a smile. She handed Cedar to Klaus as she knew he had been secretly dying to hold the boys again.

“Thank you. My pregnancy was far from normal. My gestation was only for two and a half months. It was slightly painful as the twins are part vampire and they stronger than normal. And of course the biggest surprise was actually birthing twins.”, the vampires in the room were listening intently. They took turns asking questions which reminded Hailey of school children. But unknown to them a force was brewing, one so desperate and dark it was willing to do anything to rectify what it believed to have been a plague on this earth. A simple dream to a certain Wiccan left her message.

“Free me, dear one. Help me rise!”, the world was about to be greeted by an old spirit. One that would have to use force as her eldest was no longer of any use.

Chapter 15

Immortal Dilemmas

The Mikaelson’s never claimed to be kind and merciful vampires, on many occasions they have claimed to be the exact opposite. But what no one can deny is their loyalty and devotion to those they claim as family. They have their differences and feuds, but no one could deny the bonds in the family. With Stefan being accepted in to the family along with his wife and sons, that loyalty and devotion is extended to them and returned. Damon, however, had failed in seeing that. He thought at worst his brother would try to hurt him but ultimately forgive him later as always and for Klaus to show fake sympathy. He never expected for him to end up in the dark and damp dungeons under the mansion. He’s lost track of how long he’s been there.

Klaus, as agreed, has had no hand in Damon’s punishment and torture but Stefan and Rebekah had been very hands on. Rebekah had started by removing vital organs other than his heart and head from his body and making him crawl across the room to retrieve them. He was given barely enough blood to access his healing, what would have taken an hour to heal took him a day. That was the first week of his stay. Then his dear little brother came down, that ungrateful bratty brother of his had decided a very painful tactic. He was pinned to the wall by bear traps and still had open wounds from ‘Sexy Bex’ when his brother had decided that he was filthy. So slowly Stefan, with rubber gloves on to prevent himself from being harmed, cleaned the wounds and blood from his brother with water laced with vervain.

Ron and Hermione were enraged for their sister and nephews/godsons. It was decided that they would be the ones to teach Damon on their family’s behalf. They hadn’t used the Unforgivable Curses but had used some…not so kind spells after finding them in the Black family books. After the war they had adapted a grey morality, none of the trio had came out of it without blood on their hands. Ron had learned that it didn’t take a complicated spell in order to cause harm, especially to cause harm to a vampire. Ron had ignored the snarling from the bear trapped Damon and stabbed his wand through his forearm that caused Damon to grunt in pain. He then chanted, “Lumos Solem.”, and barely flinched when Damon started screaming his lungs out. The spell caused sunlight to be released out of the wand in a flash. It was enough to burn a medium sized hole and Ron proceeded to do so to each of Damon’s limbs. When finished Damon’s throat was hoarse and had tears running freely , “That was for making my godsons cry and hurting their poor throats. I thought best to just repay the favor.”, he ended with a smirk.

He would let Damon sit in a puddle of his own blood before leaving and healing him the next day, no blood required so no need to feed. Damon would beg for some but it fell to deaf ears. That was the routine for about three days before Hermione decided to be the final punisher for the remainder of Damon’s sentence. Damon kept obnoxiously flirting with her yet demeaning her at the same time. She learned a spell that had been used by death eaters quite frequently. Vampires enjoyed taking blood so much, how would one feel if theirs was practically drained out? “Sanguis Coquite.”, Damon had gone red and thrashed around as he felt the blood in his veins start to sizzle. It only stopped when he was on the brink of passing out, “I believe this would suffice in teaching you to never try and drain my sister. You try again and I’ll see to it that the last thing you feel is your blood evaporating from your body.”, she said as she snarled and violently gripped Damon’s face with her hand.

Klaus had decided to release him after three weeks. Three weeks of being tortured by vampires, a wizard, and a witch. I’m the whole time that Mystic Falls had known Damon Salvatore, it had never seen him so quiet after he had reappeared. The gang was worried about him just plopping down own the couch with an entire case of bourbon after he got out. He snapped at anyone that questioned what they did to him. He didn’t want them to know that in desperation he had begged…and cried. It took a week before he was back to his normal self but still flinched at the sight of the Potters.

During his confinement Elena had not been successful in getting help and on her own she couldn’t accomplish much. She threatened breaking the deal with Klaus but he coolly responded, “If that is what you so desire Miss Gilbert but be aware that breaking the deal will lead to me personally having access to do as I please to gain your blood.” She went white at the veiled threat. She thought briefly on how her loved ones could be affected and threw it away and thought on what matters the most to her. Herself, every doppelgänger has shown that all they care for is self preservation and getting what they want. She is no different and in a way similar to Katherine by setting a mask to hide her true self. Klaus had told her before that he could just put her in a coma and use her, she wasn’t about to risk that.

No one from the gang was willing to risk hybrid fury by trying to break into the mansion. After Elena described the abilities of the new residents while intrigued Bonnie still refused. Elena blamed Caroline for this. Ever since Caroline’s little rant everyone had stopped catering to her. She openly held a glare towards the Potter family and as such had started gossip in the small town. If anything it made Elena even more upset because it was giving more attention to Potter and her brats. But that was all she was allowed to do but if she so much as tried to purposely cough in their direction she would pay for it. It was needless to say the gang was restless. The humans of the group were done dealing with Elena shaped problems and dying then coming back to life with weird side effects.

Caroline was a traitor in Elena’s eyes, she had left when she was really needed. Caroline was tentatively talking more to Klaus and made it known to Stefan that she was trying to cut Elena out of her life. Stefan was happy for her. Klaus was ecstatic to get closer to the baby vamp. Everyone was hesitant but they gave Caroline the benefit of doubt. She and Tyler became close friends again but they wouldn’t pursue a relationship. She got to know the Potters a bit more and couldn’t believe Elena was spewing acid about such nice people.

In the meanwhile during Damon’s punishment the new residents of Mystic Falls have finally made themselves at home. Their house was feeling closer to home. The boys were growing beautifully and developing at a accelerated (to these parents any sign of the boys growing would be too fast) rate. Stefan and Hailey have had so much fun with their boys simply with tummy time and shaking rattles to see their adorable expressions. The only down part was when he went to the boarding house to pick the last few things he had gotten another earful from Elena. That day it was finally headed towards the cooler months. School would start in less than a month. She was still on the ropes about joining Ron and Hermione in muggle school. She wanted to be with Stefan but she didn’t want to leave Cedar and Caelan at home.

Stefan said whatever decision she would come to he would follow. If she wanted to go, he’ll be there walking her to classes and driving her home. If she wanted to stay home he would drop out and stay home with her to help with the boys. They would discuss it at length later. Hailey was wearing a black long sleeve, red plaid skirt (which if walked in a certain way drove Stefan insane), sheer leggings, and her combat boots. Stefan was wearing his dark grey leather jacket, a white shirt, black jeans, and combat boots. Cedar was in a black onesie with sleeves that had a magicians wand on it and he had red gloves and baby booties on. Caelan was in a red onesie that read ‘I BITE’ on it, it had sleeves and he had black gloves and baby booties on.

Hailey came with him as she trusted Elena as far as she could throw her with a pinky finger. He asked her to stay in the car with the boys but she got a feeling something was wrong and was proven right when she heard Stefan snarl. What is wrong with that girl?!

Why Elena was there he wouldn’t know, until he went into his room and was assaulted with the smell of her invading his once personal space. “Elena what the hell where you doing in my room?!”, he went to his closet and drawers and found that the majority of the clothes he had left were practically drenched in Elena’s overly candy sweet scent. She opened her mouth to answer but Stefan had spoke again,”Why the hell were you wearing my clothes!?” At this point she was in tears as Stefan looked at her is disbelief. Why couldn’t Stefan see that they were supposed to be together, with her not some witch?!?

“I missed you! Okay, Stefan I just missed you, Damons been here but then you took him away. And it doesn’t help that my heart always went back to-“ she was interrupted when Stefan had snarled at her. She tried to step closer and put her hand on his face but he sped away from her to the other side of the room. How dare she!?

“Elena! Get this through your head okay?! I don’t love you! I’m married! I have children! I love Hailey Potter-Salvatore! Give Damon your heart for all I care just leave me out of it! We’re done Elena we’ve been done for over a year!”, Hailey had came in with boys in her arms to see what was happening. Seeing her husband in a defensive position on the other side of the room was enough to tell her that once again Miss Gilbert was creating a problem. Hailey caught her husbands attention and he sped towards her and wrapped his arms around his family. He took comfort at the boys calm breathing and Hailey’s scent. She wordlessly handed him the boys after he calmed down enough. She turned to the doppelgänger and wasn’t surprised to see her fuming like a child that was told she wasn’t allowed to play with her old favorite toy.

“Now, Gilbert, I do believe I have warned you about staying away from my husband-“, she was interrupted when Elena stomped her foot. Like an actual child.

“Stefan should be with me! You trapped him. You-you- You Freak!”, and just like that it seems as if Hailey had shrunk in on herself and flinched away. Stefan had growled and passed the children back to her. Hailey looked up confused until Stefan had sped to Elena and had a hand around her throat. Elena was trying to push his hand off to no avail.

“I will not condone anyone badmouthing MY MATE AND WIFE! Especially you! If you ever do so again I will remove your heart and shove it down Damon’s throat! Do I make myself clear?”, he said calmly as if he was just asking her if she could pass a beverage. She nodded and she dropped to the floor trying to regain her breath. “Let’s go, hon.”, he directed a smile and got one in return. “There’s nothing here worth taking home anymore.”, he put his hand on the small of her back and headed with her back to the car. The car was silent with the occasional coo from the boys that made the parents smile as Stefan had his hand on Hailey’s thigh and she put her own on top of his. Stefan’s protective display had stirred something in her. He followed her up to the nursery and trailed after her like a puppy she proceeded to put the boys down for their evening nap. She took his hand and led him back to their room.

Their room had a dark red wall pattern and all the furniture was dark red oak. Their bed was a king canopy bed. He hadn’t understood the smirk his brother and sister in law had send his wife. Hailey later explained that it was similar to how her dorm room was like at her school. The house was practically filled with red and golden aesthetic, apparently their house colors.

He had a confused smile on his face and was pleasantly surprised when Hailey started kissing him passionately. He got his bearings and gripped her hips and deepened the kiss. When they broke apart they were both breathless and smiling. She nuzzled his neck and he leaned himself more towards her. He could feel her smile into his neck. “Thank you. With how everything was I never was protected like that. I was always supposed to be the one protecting. Don’t get me wrong, my siblings would be there but there were times when they couldn’t and it got to me.”, Hailey had said into his neck and he could feel the heat building on her cheeks. His heart broke for her and he made a silent vow to always protect her from even the smallest things. He cupped her face and made sure they were looking eye to eye.

“I will do everything I can to make sure that we are protected and safe. I-I love you, so much. So much more than I thought I was capable of feeling. The thought of you in any pain emotionally, mentally, or physically it just makes me want to bundle you up and get rid of whatever made you like that. You and the boys, you make my existence and immortality feel like a good thing.”, with Elena it was expected of him to protect her but with Hailey she didn’t expect anything from him, other than to keep looking at her the way he does now. It wasn’t one sided and it wasn’t him just giving and giving, it was mutual adoration. He protects and loves her and she doesn’t hesitate to return it. Elena had constantly talked of not becoming a vampire and not being able to handle immortality. But Hailey showed a light at the end of the tunnel, her and their boys were worth living through everything and anything. The resumed kissing, Stefan had picked her up from the back of her thighs and she placed her arms around his neck.

*START SMUT SCENE*

They were both getting lost in the kiss but Stefan was craving the taste of his mate. He nipped at her bottom lip and used her gasping to slip his tongue in. The kiss felt different it felt…hungry. Neither had been able to truly feel each other for four months, they were desperate for each other. But Stefan was still hesitant, was it safe for Hailey to do the…extraneous act? He broke the kiss and nearly done himself in when Hailey whimpered and started to mark his neck. He bit back a moan and panted out, “Sweetheart *groan* is it…okay for us to keep going?”, while asking Hailey had decided to teasingly trail her hand down but stopped just before her hand would land were Stefan was yearning for her touch.

She looked up coyly and started stripping in front of Stefan. Showing confidence that wasn’t there when they were first intimate and it made Stefan’s mouth water. She was flushed but had a teasing smile on. In front of Stefan, Hailey had black set on. Her wonderful breast were incased in satin cups and her maidenhead was teasingly hidden under a black cloth of lace. The black made her skin look as if it was made of porcelain. Her scars and toned body just as before made her look like a war goddess. How he yearned to mark that beautiful body to show everyone that she was his and he was hers. She did a come hither motion and that was enough to convince him that she wanted him and she wanted him now. To repay her he also started to strip.

Stefan’s body was so much more defined than she had realized. If she hadn’t thought he was a marble statue before she did now. His abs were tantalizing and all she could think of was marking his tan skin. To show everyone who dared listed after Stefan that they could look all they want but they would NEVER be allowed to touch let alone taste. Once Stefan was in his boxers her control had snapped, she surprised Stefan by pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed and nearly bugged his eyes out when she dropped to her knees. His goddess was kneeling before him…she will be the death of him.

She swiftly pulled his underwear off and put as much as his herculean in her mouth as she could. Whatever she couldn’t fit she stroked with her hand. She rolled her tongue, licked, and sucked at the tip. She looked up to see Stefan expressions to see if she was doing a fair job. His head was thrown back and he was using a hand to hide his noises, that wouldn’t do. She slurped as she raised her head up and down. Stefan couldn’t handle it and his groans, moans, and whimpers were filling Hailey’s ears. And just as he was about to come she pulled her mouth off. He was a panting mess and looked at her as if she was a gift from the heavens. He wanted to repay the favor, so he tugged her up to him and pushed her down onto the bed.

She looked surprised at the sudden switched positions. Without much thought Stefan dove in to enjoy the taste of Hailey’s most intimate part. She gasped, moaned, whimpered, and squirmed at the sensation of Stefan’s tongue. What made her nearly undone was when he started to flick and suck on the little bud on her flower. She put a hand in his hair and forced him up to give him a filthy kiss filled with possessiveness, lust, and love. She was straddling him with their chest pushed together and their panting nearly in sync. She grabbed his hard on and lined it to her opening. With meeting his eyes she slammed herself down. It hurt a bit but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of having Stefan inside her again.

As if something unlocked at seeing her pleasure herself by using his body he started fucking up into Hailey in an almost bruising force. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to keep her balance as Stefan took control. Soon enough she was on her back again with her ankles being held by Stefan. At this angle he went so much deeper and unlocked new sensations. He was sucking marks onto her neck and chest. She tugged him down to return the favor. Soon enough it was becoming too much and then Stefan reached down. He started furiously rubbing at her clit and it pushed her to climax. The tightening of her walls and her ankles pushing him further into her finally made Stefan release into her. They stayed together there panting until Stefan slipped out causing Hailey to whimper at the sensitivity.

He fond a towel and started cleaning both of them up. He put some boxers on and grabbed his shirt for Hailey to put on. Once situated he laid on his back in bed and she made herself comfortable on his chest. They shared one last kiss before they fell asleep.

*SMUT SCENE END*

As the young couple laid to sleep they had no prior indication that tomorrow would bring chaos. As Klaus and Rebekah were sure that the Potters were now situated in home they could finally awaken their brothers. There wasn’t anything left other than to tell the pack that it would be safer for them to leave the mansion. Klaus walked up to Tyler, his first hybrid, as he directed others to put the coffins into the ballroom. “Tyler, everyone! I need your attention. In these coffins are the rest of my family. The thing is my brothers are about as temperamental as me. As soon as you can I need all of you to leave. I will not risk your lives and my brothers would hurt any of you just to anger me. So please until I know for sure that my brothers won’t kill any members of the pack I need you lot to stay away. Understood?”, the pack was quiet none of them were comfortable with leaving their alpha to endure the rage of his family especially after him telling them that he wouldn’t risk their lives. But it was an order from the alpha and they can’t disobey.

“Where should we go? I don’t think there’s a place that could house all of us. I would suggest my house but my mother is too noisy for her own good.”, Tyler contemplating out loud when the pack made their way outside. There was thirty of them now. A light went off above Tyler’s head and he got out his phone and dialed her number. The pack was looking at him curiously and then they heard her voice.

“Hello? Tyler?”, the English accent along with her voice being a melody made it clear that it was Hailey Potter-Salvatore. She sounded tired. Did she just wake up from a nap it was only four in the evening. Tyler explained the situation and asked if the had room for some of the pack. His plan was to take some to his home and say they were friends from school that wanted to stay overnight for a project. Send some to the Potter Mansion and use the money Klaus gave them to send the remaining few to a hotel. “Oh of course! We have plenty of room for everyone just make your way and I’ll meet you in a few. She hung up and Tyler was a bit shocked that Hailey was willing to house thirty hybrids. But not wanting to look the horse in the mouth they made their way.

Back in the Mikaelson Mansion Rebekah and Klaus were setting things up. While Rebekah got the modern clothing for her brothers along with some hair appliances, Klaus had dragged in a couple of coolers with blood bags. Who knew how thirsty Finn would be? Sage was finally there and making sure to avoid Damon. She was so happy to hear that Finn was alive and that they would be together again. Klaus had borrowed a magical book from Hermione and a toy wand from Ron for Kol. When everything looked in place they each made their way to a brother. Rebekah with Kol, Sage with Finn, and Klaus with Elijah. They looked to each other and at the same time pulled the dagger out. Klaus got the box out and placed the daggers in. They went to the opposite wall and slid down it , waiting for signs of awakening.

Three gasps filled the room, taking in air for the first time in centuries. Or months for Elijah. The three rose from their sitting places to look at the vampires in the coffins. Klaus smirked.

“Welcome back, brothers.”

I keep thinking about why was it so weird to people that Cami had a dark backstory introduced in season 3. I do agree that it should have been introduced in season 1, like mid season or something, but to me it made a lot of sense.

I mean, her very first scene in TVD has her practically narrating Klaus' state of mind. And sure, she is a psychologist, but like...I've been to a lot of those and they aren't usually that good. Sure, she was looking at a painting, but the knowledge was immediate and it got me thinking that she just probably expects people to be able to do awful things, despite also thinking they want to be good, because that's who she is. She wants to be good, but she has a dark mind.

Cami was terrified about ending up killing a lot of people, like Sean did, because she view that as a possibility. Normal people, no matter their degree, don't usually think that about themselves even if a relative did something like this. Sure, you can think about killing someone when you're stress or angry or joke about it, but to actually think yourself capable of that and fear it? No, that's not very usual.

And her attraction to Klaus, despite knowing everything about him? Her sympathy towards him?

Yeah, the clues were there all along.

Does anyone else think it's amazing that all THREE Mikaleson women Freya, Rebekah, and Hope are bisexual. The most badass women in the TVD/Original universe besides Bonnie and all three are Bisexual. Rebekah's appearance on Legacies just reminded me of it.

Anyways I'm glad to see The Original Vampire Queen Rebekah Mikaleson on Legacies. I was hoping we would see Rebekah kick some ass and show what real vampire power looks like. Hopefully fingers crossed we'll see the Mikaleson sister's Freya and Rebekah again. Also loving all these Hayley mentions lately. The Queen wolf deserves it after being ignored for so long on Legacies.

It's sad that Legacies doesn't have Hopes Aunts/Uncles as mentors for her or at least hint that she's close with them. They've mentioned Freya a couple times but it seems like Alaric and Emma are the only adults there for her most of the time. It would make more sense for Hope to be close to her remaining family. Her Aunt Rebekah took care of Hope In the first few months of her life. Freya helped her mother Hayley with Hope for seven years while her Dad, Aunt and Uncles put the Hollow in them so Hope wouldn't have to. Before her father sacrificed himself with the hollow later. Hopes phone call with Alaric in the finale she said that he was the person she trusted most. What about her family? I could easily see Legacies mentioning Kol/Marcel taught Hope how to fight. Or Rebekah giving her advise. Or Freya/Davina helping her control her magic. I love Hope and Alaric's relationship but I hate that Legacies makes it seem like he's the only adult there for her. Hopes mother and father both sacrificed themselves to save her. Although sadly Legacies only ever mention Klaus's sacrifice and not Hayleys. Which was just as badass & beautiful as Klaus's. The Original family motto was Always & Forever. It would be nice if they at least showed or hinted that Hopes aunts/uncles were still Always & Forever especially for their favorite neice. Also unrelated but I want Alaric to teach his daughter's how to fight. It's unrealistic that Alaric former badass vampire hunter hasn't taught the Twins to defend themselves. Even if they have magic.

A few months ago I had been very obsessed with star wars (again: third time probably), and I really wanted to own anything star wars related.

I did not even have the films, I had until then only really watched parts of the movies. (Except Attack of the Clones, saw it on tv once)

However, I knew the plot from reading the novelization I got from a library.

Then I got this summer job related to collecting bulky waste (like furniture, dishwashers and such) and thats where I found them. Somebody had thrown out their entire Dvd collection. And in that collection were 2 Boxsets.

The Originals and Prequels.

I was literally so happy.

I got to take them home because we were allowed to take some things.

It had rained on that day so the cardboard is a bit water damaged.

(Yes I know I can watch them on Disney plus, but owning something is just much more special.)