Summary: Death wondered what he did to deserve her; he knew that he could do better, that he deserved better souls then Elena Gilbert. Crack-Fic, set in 3x22.
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The popcorn crunched in his mouth, as he watched his one of his many TV's. He had them in all sizes, though his biggest was reserved for Mystic Falls; shit was always going down in that place, though a number of the bastards that lived there had managed to cheat him several times.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen right now though; Alaric was going all super hunter and looking for Klaus, and honestly, he couldn't wait for him to get there. After Finn had died, and all those Vampires that Sage had turned went with him, he realised how Fantastic it would be to have ALL The Originals added to his collection, along with all the Vampires in the world.
He could retire happy then, allowing his son to take over, whilst enjoying all those that he had taken. Slurping his Coke, his eyes lit up as Alaric found out where Klaus was stored. This was going to be so much fun.
He jumped up in glee as the Stake crashed into Klaus' chest and the fire consumed him. Another Original for his collection. He waited for him to arrive, he'd had a special place made for this occasion. And he waited some more, till he realised that Klaus wasn't coming. Dammit! He'd been cheated again!
Stuffing a handful of Popcorn back into his mouth, he turned back to the screen. Eyes widening in horror, the popcorn spewed from his mouth as he screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Elena Gilbert was fucking drowning, her boyfriend saving that Donovan kid over her. He couldn't fucking believe it. After all the effort into making sure that she lived, forcing Elijah (the noble Original) to protect that bitch, amongst over things, it was over. She was going to die, and he would be stuck with her for eternity.
He'd hoped that his son would have taken over by that point, therefore she wouldn't be his problem. He wondered what he did to deserve her; he knew that he could do better, that he deserved better souls.
He swore that if she made it out of this alive, he would change . He'd cut down on the junk food, he'd take his job seriously, anything to keep her out of his life.
As she took her last breath, he could feel the tears begin to form in his eyes. Where was the mercy? WHERE?!
It was then that he realised that he couldn't sense her. She wasn't dead, but how? Staring at his TV, he saw her gasp and awaken. She was a Vampire! He'd never thrown a party so huge that night