This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, I'm well aware that this first chapter is disturbingly short, but I promise they will increase in length, if I receive decent reviews. This chapter is merely setting the scene for the rest of the story. I value honesty above all else, so if this is awful, please tell me so I don't embarrass myself by continuing.
It was supposed to be over. Matt staked Finn, which should have killed all of the Originals; but it wasn't that simple… it's never that easy. After a brief phone call with a distressed Bonnie, we were informed that Klaus had threatened her until she broke the spell that linked the five of them together. What happens to one, no longer happened to all, and we were no closer to killing Klaus than we were when we first started these vain attempts. Though we were all clearly disheartened upon learning this, we still had more stakes, more chances to kill Klaus; it wasn't over.
Stefan was on his way out the door to bargain with Klaus for Damon's life, leaving Elena and I alone to contemplate the unforeseeable future. Just as the door closed behind him, it was strewn open once more, Stefan flying violently across the room, landing quite ungracefully as Sage appeared in front of us. Before I could even attempt retaliation, the 900 year old vampire had me on the floor as well, and had already turned her attention back to Stefan. She was enraged, and had brought her own back-up; we didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell against her, but that wouldn't stop us from trying… it never does. We watched in sheer disbelief as Stefan easily flung Sage across the room, leaving us all, including the two of them, momentarily dumbfounded as she struggled to rise to her feet. Her actions were slow, deliberate, as she raised a single digit to her face, noticing a nosebleed. Unsure of what we were witnessing, we stood in a guarded stance as Sage whispered "What's happening to me?" before falling to the floor, dead. Unable to comprehend what exactly had just happened, Troy dropped dead mere seconds later, leaving Stefan, Elena, and I bewildered with two dead vampires in our midst.
We stood around in an awestruck silence for a moment before voicing our confusion, and possible theories of an explanation. Stefan was the first to draw the most credible conclusion, "It's the blood; the bloodline. It has to be; think about it- Finn turned Sage, Sage turned Troy… They're all part of the same vampire bloodline that originated with Finn." As the sudden realization of what he was saying sunk in, I spoke out "Wait, so when an Original dies, every vampire turned from their bloodline dies along with them? Because that would mean…" Too distraught to finish my thought out loud, Elena concluded, "If the Originals die… so do all of you. The entire vampire species would just be dead."
After disposing of both Sage's and Troy's remains, I returned to the boarding house in a bit of a frenzy, finding Elena there alone. "Where's Stefan?" I asked curiously. Elena sighed, settling herself beside me on the sofa, "Trading the stakes for Damon." "All of them?" I wondered aloud. Clearly, Elena was struggling with everything that had come to play today; she seemed disheartened and her words lacked emphasis, "No, not all of them. We still have enough to kill three out of the four of them… if we can figure out who to save." Skeptical that this was our best chance at survival, I queried, "How are we supposed to do that?" "I have no idea." Elena responded dismally, "You were turned with Damon's blood, and Damon and Stefan were turned by Katherine, and we know Katherine was turned by Rose…" My question still unanswered, I pried further, "Well, who turned Rose?" Emitting an exaggerated sigh, Elena stood, and began pacing as she answered me, "We don't know, but it can only lead back to one Original. If the odds are in our favor, hopefully it won't be Klaus, so that we can still kill him." Immediately aware of the outcome Klaus' death would bring, I brought it to her attention, "Elena, even if Klaus didn't create our bloodline, we know for a fact that he turned one of us…" As recognition dawned on her, she breathed, "Oh my God… Tyler. If we kill Klaus, then Tyler will die."
Incapable of remaining in the presence of Elena any longer, I fled the boarding house without arising too much suspicion; I just needed to be alone, to think. Elena still looked at killing Klaus as an option, even though the evidence remained that Tyler's life would be lost as well. I attempted, in vain, to reach Tyler by phone, but he hadn't answered in days, and that didn't change now… even when I needed him most. Completely overwhelmed, and with no one to turn to, I succumbed to the Grill alone, in desperate need of a strong drink.
Upon entering the Grill, I noticed Klaus sitting casually at the bar, carrying on what seemed to be an interesting conversation with the newest bartender. Attempting to avoid his poignant attention, I slipped into a booth in a dimly lit corner and quickly hid my face behind a menu. I should have known that any attempts to avoid Klaus would prove to be ineffective, but I pretended not to notice him, or anyone else, until I heard someone sliding into the seat across from me. Before I could even lower my menu, I heard that bone-chilling accent; the one that makes you heart swoon and skin crawl at the same time, "Hello, sweetheart, why so glum?"