Who is left to remember the Parker clan?
The adversaries of the Gemini coven relish in their final fall. They gleefully recall the dead coven as one whole mass that perished together when righteous end came.
Tyler is in his thirties; the memory of the curly-haired witch twin he once loved has been buried beneath decades more of heartache, rage, and guilt. His wolf holds on to Liv, though; as his first kill, she will always be a part of him, or at least, the wolf he transforms into. Maybe this time around he retains a little more control over the bloodthirsty monster.
Alaric eventually lets go of his grief for a lost future; it takes pain and toil and years of sorrow, but one day he's drunk at the Mystic Grill, slumped over the bar top, fingers still curled around a crystal glass of bourbon. He blearily opens his eyes, tilts his head, and imagines Jo. It isn't the version that plagues his sleep, the bloodied bride holding two mutilated babies that stars in his nightmares. This time, she wears blue hospital scrubs stitched with the Whittemore insignia, raven hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and a gentle smile curving her lips. It's the woman he fell in love with, not the one who died pregnant in his arms at the altar. Alaric smiles as she strokes the sandy hair back from his forehead.
"I don't approve," Jo reprimands, frowning. She removes the glass from his hand. "You still have a life, Ric. Live it for us. For me and for our children."
Then she disappears, and he wakes up to the bartender roughly shaking him. He tosses down a wad of cash and marches out, drinking in the crisp night air. He releases his anguish, recognizing that his life is their life, or as close they'll ever get to one. He never distinguishes if it was his mind or Jo's spirit reaching out, but he likes to think his wife would never calmly look on while he drowned in alcohol; she never took any of his crap while she was living.
Kai haunts Bonnie. She hates him for still tormenting her from beyond the grave, and hates herself for allowing him to dig a seed of his dark malice inside of her. He was a monster; he left jagged scars, and not all of them are visible on her skin. He robbed her of her best friend and Damon of his love for sixty years. Yet as much as she loathes the darkness, there's a constant itch, a reminder, that she's tasted it before, and she liked what she tasted.
Immortal, the kernel of anger directed at the coven and Parker line shared among the Hereticts won't ever die out with their ageless bodies.
The graves of the siblings Kai murdered are the only evidence they ever existed.
As a whole or as individuals, they weren't viewed as the family they once were, years and years ago. Monsters, angels, demons. Soon with time one bleeds into another. The marks carved into the world erode. Alaric eventually passes. Tyler spends his last full moon back home, his wolf howling and traipsing back and forth across the same spot in the woods were it first took a life and came out to play. Bonnie dies, Kai's maniacally cackling ghost looming over her. Elena revives, and Damon, so awash in happiness, forgets everything but the love that withstood the tragic obstacles fate set in their path.
And just like that, the Parker legacy turns to dust, and nothing at all. Not even a memory.