When Justin Gilbert stirs from his sleep, all he can see are dead bodies. Something that he's seen his whole life never has scared him before. Justin is disturbed by the fact that more bodies keep showing up, with ever blink he takes. First, there were a couple dozen or so, now they're multiplying as he rests on the stone ground of his cell. But dead bodies don't scare him. What does scare him? When his mother's body shows up smiling like she's won the lottery.
Justin only ever has seen his mother in times of great disparity. And right now, with more phantoms that flood in, out, and around his cell, all looking to him for guidance? He's not liking the odds of the situation Justin put him and his father in.
"Mom?" Justin rasps out. His mother nods vigorously with a large grin. Recalling the details his father told him, Chelsea Gilbert had led his dad and some other hunters to investigate a strange occurrence that was happening just outside of their hometown of Santa Fe. When they got there, they were jumped. He's not sure what happened and his father doesn't seem too certain either but Justin doesn't question and his dad doesn't divulge. Chelsea Gilbert died of getting the air sucked out of her lungs. As a result her apparition never comes to him with a voice, only with clues. Justin loves what time she does manage to pop in (even if it is at the brink of impending doom) however, it can be very much a hassle that she can't just tell him what he has to do, instead of leaving him hints, and it's not like the ominous other ghosts are much help. Most of them don't even realize they're dead until Justin explains it to them. Remorsefully, with this staggering group, Justin has a sneaking suspicion that's not the case.
Slowly getting to his feet, Justin feels the sore of his muscles and the tenseness of his body. Inwardly, Justin groans waiting for the day for puberty to hit him like a truck like his dad when he was in high school so that he doesn't feel so scrawny and bruises much less because he knows that they are going to be bruises, from the way those guys with guns knocked him out. Glancing back and forth between the gloomy 'death is upon you' ghosts and his mother, the ever smiling optimist ghost, he rubs his back. Sighing as he cracks his neck, Justin stares at them as they whisper all at once harshly. "Okay, I know what I have to do."
Stefan stares at the ceiling, having never went to sleep the night before. Feeling Caroline move from her slumber she positions herself so that she's laying lazily atop of him.
"What are you brooding about?" The blond girl asks voice light and airy from sleep as she smiles and places her chin on his chest waiting for a reply.
Stefan doesn't move from his position for a beat but nevertheless reciprocates the sentiment with a kiss to her forehead, pulling her closer. "What was the last thing you remember from Friday?"
Caroline hummed propping her arm up to rest her head. "And why does this bother you so much Mr. Salvatore?"
"It's just I'm remembering every thing we did this week," He smiled at her moving his fingertips in a dance up her spine. "Which by the way is a whole lot of nothing. But for some reason my mind is drawing a blank on Friday."
Caroline shrugged but she was a little worried. Friday they actually didn't stay in bed and have fun in fact they didn't even see one another Friday save for when they came back to her house for the night. She had know idea what he did and now that she thought about it she couldn't remember much either. Caroline remembers having to run into town for...something, but of what and when after it all comes up with nothing. "I don't know. Maybe we should contact someone?" Caroline questioned.
Stefan was silent again but stopped hugging her close. "Nah, probably nothing. The town's been quite for years." He shared a smile with her as he brushed back a piece of her hair. "What could possibly make us jump to the end of the world now?"
Elena groaned, feeling the earth spin off its axis as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Holding her head, trying to gather her wits, the young girl hissed in frustration as the throbbing sharp pain in her head that pounded in her ears made everything feel like death. And, like a slap in the face, it all came rushing back to her.
A clap, a boom, screams echoing throughout the party. Tatia had grabbed hold of her and the other two, trying to get them off the stage but one second Drix was watching them stumble with a smile and the next he standing angrily in front of them with a face so dark, Elena wondered how she hadn't noticed before hand. He would have...well Elena's not really sure what his intentions were but then he disappeared. Holding onto each other as tightly as their grips could allow, they ran through the party dodging every shadowy, yet familiar, figure that was ripping people to shreds. At least, Elena thought they were people, until a girl ran towards one of them with blue veins admitting from the eyes to her cheeks, eyes black as night, and fangs protruding. The girl had tested out what would be the outcome of ripping her hand into the shadowy figures body. Elena didn't see the rest because they started running again but she was sure that she'd seen a shocked scared look on the girl's face before the masked monster sliced her throat. Chaos was all around them. People who had looked out of place, seemingly too tough to be at such an event, were letting out blood curling screams for mercy as their bodies were turned into carcasses.
It occurred to Elena, that the beings weren't touching them but perhaps that was all Kat's doing, since she was almost dragging them to get out of there fast, with only Tatia kind of mildly keeping up. Elena's sure they would have made it too, when suddenly the brown haired girl from earlier in the evening stepped in front of them out reaching her hand with a fearful face.
"No!" The girl had yelled and that's when everything blacked out for Elena. Finding the spinning to start slowing down, Elena took in her surroundings. She was in a big house of some sort but one she'd never recognize. Getting to her knees, Elena gasped when she saw her sisters knocked out around her. Crawling as quickly as her lessening vertigo would permit, Elena dragged herself towards Kat who was the closest on the floor. Whimpering just a bit in sympathy at Kat's sprained swollen ankle (How the girl managed to drag the four of them as far as she did without complaint Elena will never know...or hear the end of it), Elena couldn't help but think that this whole thing was stupid. Starting to cry, Elena let small tears rush down her face.
"She's not dead, Elena." An English voice cut through her pity, causing her to turn to the man she'd seen Kat talking to, appear in the room, except now instead of donning a knight costume he was in a presentable suit. "Miraculously, none of them are with the exception of a few minor injuries but no, none of them are dead."
Suddenly the man that Drix had pointed out, along with the rest of the people with him at the party, came in growling. "Not yet anyway." Kol laughed, watching as the blond man gripped her arm with such a vice that she felt like he were breaking it as he brought Elena to her feet.
"Have I not been fair to you, Elena?" The intimidating man whispered, holding her so that she couldn't look away from his threatening eyes that held so much cruelty. Not knowing whether she was to respond or not, Elena's face contorted in fear. "Have I not allowed you to live out your life back home, not once stepping foot in that place after the death of Katerina?!" The man's voice became noticeably more demanding for answers but Elena just whimpered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man in the suit's stance tense more than it had been earlier. "Look at me!" The man told her, prompting Elena to do just that, wishing she could be anywhere else but here with tears falling heavily down her face. "Was I not merciful in allowing myself to put distance to someone who's crossed me with every chance she's gotten!?"
"I don – I don't know!" Elena sobbed as he turned her around in his arms, clutching her skull with not enough pressure to crush it but just enough to make her feel pain, positioning her line of sight at her sisters on the floor.
"Then tell me, Elena Gilbert," The man rumbled into her ear with vehemence. "Do you find this game worth it?" He harshly told her, clenching her waist with such strength, Elena was sure Tatia had met her match in arm wrestling. "Because it certainly will be for me when I sentence you to a thousand years of torture for your obstinacy and silly little charade!"
He promised, hold becoming increasingly crushing. "NO!" Elena wailed in pain and suddenly all the lights in the house burst with sparks and shattered. The man let go of her quickly while Kol and his crazy girlfriend grabbed her falling form by the arm as she sobbed defeated.
"Gilbert?" A groggy voice sounded from the floor. Elena lifted her head up to find everyone in the room staring at one of her sisters as she started awakening. Elena squirmed and kicked to try and break free from the young man and woman's grasp but they ultimately let her go after getting a wave from the angry blond girl in the corner.
"Tat! Tati – Tatia, can you hear me?!" Elena urgently scrambled to her sister's sprawled out form on the floor.
"Elena?" Tatia answered back, slowly going through the motions Elena herself had previously gone through. "Where are we? Why'd they call you Gilbert? Are Kat and Amara alright?" The older twin asked feeling like she needed to stretch out.
Elena was at a loss for words. "I don't know." She aswered to the first two questions. "Kat sprained her ankle and Amara has cuts on her arms." Elena glanced over at the anxious crowd of people who were watching them closely. Leaning in, Elena whispered as quietly as she could possibly muster. "Tatia, I think we're in some serious trouble."
Elias had woken from his slumber still with pain. Taking in his situation, he watched as Bastian perked up from his position on the left and a familiar Traveler man warily observe him on the right. Glancing down at his wound, Elias could see that it had not gone away and though the pain lessoned neither had the gaping wound on his body.
Swiveling his head, Elias tested the man. "The one competent Traveler they call upon to fix me and they choose the one who brought me down with his single secret spell." Elias studied the pale look that ghosted upon Antony Barthelow's face with a passive expression of his own.
He felt Bastian's smug smirk without even turning to see his younger brother. "Didn't you hear brother? He's an ex-Traveler."
Elias sighed. He'd kept up with what was important he just didn't want that detail to be true. "Why are you here, Barthelow?"
"Honestly?" Tony chuckled in mirth. "I'm unsure of that myself." The man glanced at the werewolf's wound in curiosity. "Elias, what really attacked you?"
Elias sat up, grabbing the shirt that Bastian had taken out of his knapsack, and got to his feet. The young man was tired of feeling useless. "He tell you about the Devil's Army?" Elias jutted his head towards his baby brother while putting on the shirt. Tony nodded, getting the feeling that this whole Devil's Army was something bigger than just the Fountain of Youth and the Petrova Burdens. It was strong enough to take down a portion of Louis' pack. Elias turned to Bastian. "Do you remember the Tarkenmoksks?" Bastian didn't need to say anything, knowing that this had purpose. "You were probably too young, but the Tarkenmoksks were a group of prisoner settlers who tried to invade our lands." Elias explained, settling on Tony's inquisitive face for a reason. "Having grown prosperous but still very territorial of our borders, with the village that the Original swine brought with them, our leaders were skeptical about allowing other settlers into the New World." Elias said, leading the way out of the tent, grabbing his weapon, barely showing any indication of how much pain he was in. "Previous pack Alphas had felt threatened by the prospect of not only allowing more settlers, but a prisoner settlement at that, would permit the non-werewolf faction to grow too heavily in numbers, stage a coup d'etat, and eventually drive us out of our lands."
Tony was genuinely curious. "What happened?"
"They were defeated." Elias answered as they hiked through the woods. "By my father, uncle, their packs, and my father's sub-pack." Elias turned to inform Bastian in the eye. "That was Louis and I's first great victory. We were around what people covey as 8 and 9 year olds." Bastian nodded before Elias took the lead again in walking them through the dense forest. "It was not without its bouts though. You see, the Tarkenmoksks were the first known group in history to use the art form of bait and distraction to win a battle."
Bastian taunted with pride. "And yet, they're forever forgotten."
Elias held a smug face. "Only because history doesn't want to remember such cowardice to tell to its generations to come." Swinging his sword in front of him, Elias tested the range of power at which he could move his weapon without exposing his injury to his imaginary enemies. "You are correct Bastian, forgotten they were. What had happened was that the Tarkenmoksks had bribed a dishonorable warrior of ours with promises of riches had he come back to our village with false numbers of our opposition. The warrior did." Tony quickly turned his head to Bastian who had snorted in a mixture of disgust and amusement. "Going into battle at the time had to be discreet. We could not allow the force to become knowledgeable of how many families we held within our sanction, nor could we let on to the neighboring village of our mission, in fear that they might send warriors out to ally with the Tarkenmoksks. Our elders sent only a group of small packs, thinking we'd be met with small numbers. When they didn't return as soon as that evening as we predicted, we feared the worst. Going into a state of panic, a watcher warned us of a great Tarkenmoksks' army heading our way. Seizing the moment, Father grabbed us and took the battle to them. We were fueled with rage for our fallen warriors and killed them where they stood. It was over before the evening had turned to night." Tony was wondering what the point of this history lesson was and asked the older brother so. "My point Antony, is that whatever had attacked myself and the pack did so in spades. If I'm going to have any part in protecting the Petrova Dopplegangers then I would rather do so with success."
"So what are you thinking, Elias?" As they made it to the rest of the pack.
"We take the fight to them." Elias said as if it was the most obvious thing as he and Bastian went to stand by their brother Louis.
It was then that Tony noted three very young very familiar faces that were on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. "Charlie, Brady, Billy Straess?!"
Never before had the teens, that constantly were teasing him for being a geek, had been so happy to see him. "Mr. Barthelow!"
"I'm getting impatient." One of the three figures in the room huffed with anger.
"What's it the youth say these days?" Another figure turned to another in regards to the first. "What a shocker?"
"This isn't a laughing matter, Orion!" The man loomed.
"Of course not, Hemming." Orion chuckled. "But then again, we are here." Orion jestered to the vacant Barthelow - Petrova household. "Why rush things, am I correct Kem?"
The other man jeered at the two quietly. Pointing to some stairs, he motioned them to walk up, only to come face to face with a brick wall. "Now, why build a flight of stairs to nowhere?" Kem smirked at his companions who were eager to get started. "The Pure Intentions spell. How cute. It seems Antony Barthelow's magic has grown more tightly contracted from our last encounter." Kem told Hemming and Orion.
"Taught him everything he knows." Orion wiped away a mocking tear.
Hemming's cruel eyes grew with his grin. "But not everything we know."
Orion pushed past Kem and cracked his fingers in front of the brick wall. "I could give two shits about that little bastard. I just want our key to the Locator spell."
"And from then," Hemming went on. "The Magik from the Fountain of Youth."
"And then," Kem's eyes glinted with hatred. "Our revenge for the Petrova Line."
Hemming broke down the wall.
Colin and Sophie sat as still as they could with their vervain laced bindings, holding them to their respective chairs.
"You know just once, I would love it if any of our adventures didn't result in us getting captured or killed or beaten..." Sophie rolled her eyes at her husbands excessive ramblings. "Why can't we ever just go somewhere nice? Like Rio or Hawaii again?"
"You've all but banned us from Rio de Janeiro, when you went on a blood binge and compelled most of the locals that you were the second coming." Sophie said exasperatedly.
Colin moped. "My God, will you never let me live that down?"
Ignoring him, Sophie kept going. "And I refuse to book us another holiday in Hawaii because the last time we were there you ran into your mate, Kol Mikaelson, and the both of you left me and Rebekah alone for the whole rest of the our stay there!"
Colin was silent with guilt. "I didn't know you were so against Kol and I's friendship."
"Three bloody days alone with Rebekah Mikaelson!" Sophie yelled, astonished by her husband's stupidity. "I can't fathom how her own family can stand that woman for more than a millennium, much less three days! For once, I side with the Hybrid in keeping his daggers close at hand." Sophie ranted for a bit then inhaled a big gulp of air and started counting backwards from one hundred.
Colin would have shrugged his head. He honestly had never met any of Kol's relatives and with good reason. "Do you think I did this?" He whispered with an unsettling feeling in his stomach.
"...73, 72," Sophie halted her counting. Craning her head over her shoulder, Sophie tried to give Colin a reassuring smile. "No my dear, your ironic friendship with Kol Mikaelson did not get us captured." She sighed knowing the cold hard truth of it all. "But it may get Nina and ourselves killed for good this time."
Kat often prided herself in getting a full night of beauty sleep. If sleep was not the activity taking place between the hours of 11:30 pm - 7:30 am, then she better god damn well be getting some. Otherwise, don't bother her. Period. Don't try to wake her, it will be your demise. Don't bother trying to remove the sheets, she will attempt to strangle you with them. Don't even try the whole, dumping ice cold bucket water on her head because then you'll find your favorite shampoo and conditioner will be swapped out and mixed with blond hair dye, as her father found out the hard way.
More than anything now, Kat would pay the closest person in the vacinity a million dollars to stir her from this nightmare that replays in her brain. It wasn't a dream really, more of a memory, that refused to be stored away in the darkest and deepest corners of her psych. It always starts the same, because really how much more daunting is karma than to throw back in her face the pain she caused to her own flesh and blood. Kat is nine and is being led by her Daddy to a small house, a drive away from their own. What built up to this seemingly innocent event? She can't remember, all that she knows is that she'd blacked out and when she awoke her father was struggling to get the large pair of scissors from Kat's hand as her Momma held a cowering, whimpering Elena in the corner trying to soothe her. Now here Kat was, getting out of the car holding onto her Daddy's arm with a vice as they walked up to the yellow little house door.
Daddy rings the door bell once. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he holds his head in his hand and sighs. Bending down so that he can look Kat square in the eyes, he holds his daughter by the shoulders. She can feel him shaking, she sees the fear in her Daddy's eyes. Kat doesn't have an false ideas about bravery. Her Daddy is the man who was brave enough to marry the bravest woman in the world. He's known to be peculiar and strange with a hint of weird but he is, without a doubt, the bravest person in Ekaterina Iskar Petrova's world.
"Kit-Kat, look at me." He whispers the nickname he reserves especially for her, as the girl tried to avoid his gaze. Kat moves her eyes to meet his. "I love you, Kit-Kat." He tells her with as much conviction as he can muster up, with out his voice braking. Kat doesn't know who he's trying to convince, himself or her? "Your Momma, I, your sisters, Amara, Tatia, and...Elena. We all love you." His eyes are wide and, not for the first time in her life, Kat wonders why she looks nothing like her loving father and every bit like her mother. "But we don't know what to do anymore, baby." He sighs and presses a slow loving kiss to his daughter's forehead. Pulling away, he engulfs her small frame into a crushing hug but Kat doesn't return it feeling stoic as ever. She has a dreading sense that she's being offered up for some unspeakable things. "I'll be right outside but once you enter I can't go in." He sniffles into the hair by her ear, making her face damp. The door opens to an older woman whom Kat dreads looks like someone she should recognize or at least have a notion of since the woman is emitting so much hate at Kat. "Lucy." Kat's Daddy nods at the strange woman who is glaring down in Kat's direction. The small girl hides behind her father's pant leg, peeking her head out to the side to watch Lucy's reaction.
"Tony." She greets back then moves to the side, widening the entryway to the inside of her house. "Come in, Katherine," The woman says as she walks further into the house. The girl known to have told off teachers and run her mouth to the most annoying of boys, is in a second reduced to feeling helpless and fearful not even bothering to bite back that her name is most certainly not Katherine! "There is much to unwind."
Kat takes a step into the house and sends her father one more glance. And then closes the red door.
She wakes with a gasp, trying to catch her breath from what kind of pain and tourture that would have happened next in her nightmare, had she not woken up. Eyes frantically moving from one spot to another, Kat tries to calm herself from the panic attack that has crept up on her. Normally, she settles on the face of Amara, the little angel of a twin, but it's not working and being in a place she's never recognized doesn't sit well with her hyperventilating. Finally focusing on someone whose face eases her panic, Kat gazes upon the handsome stranger. As the thudding beat of her own heart dies down in her ears and her sisters send worried some but calming words try and speak with her on all sides, Kat is drawn into the man who holds a somber hurt in his eyes. It's the knight from the party. Instead of downing the gallant and shining armor that defines his honor, he wears a strapping and pristine suit, prim and proper with edge in his stiffness.
Trailing her eyes to her once sprained ankle, Kat is curious how it could have healed to its height of perfection in an impossibly short amount of time.
"Kat!" Tatia yells, now fully grabbing the girl's attention.
"What?!" Kat snaps back with just as much bite as she would have for an annoying ex of hers or Marcus.
Elena rolls her eyes. "She's fine."
Amara, ever the timid one, scoots closer. "Kat, I think there's something you want to hear."
Louis Anson was titled as many things. The Disgraced Leader, Commander of Wolves, Son of Ansel, Brother of the Hybrid, Conqueror, Victor, Disappointment, Second Best, all of these were what Louis could answer to. He refused to answer to his birth name. It was a constant reminder from his father that Louis couldn't ever be what Ansel wanted. Louis was born with no official documents to state that this was the name given to him, as the 21st century seemed so adapt to doing with every newborn child. And when he does meet his demise, (Louis feels a swell of ignorant pride in his youngest brother, Bastian's state of mind that they are "immortal beings" who were fit to be even greater Gods than the Mikaelson family could ever wish to achieve but Louis has no false pretense. Louis is aware that even Gods get cast down from their pedestals by the most unaware of heroes.) Louis will not be written down as the name he titled himself with but the name he shares with a monster, almost as dangerous as he.
Nikalos, son of Ansel.
Louis Anson.
Fate was cruel. Irony was everywhere. Karma was a bitch. He was aware that rarely did those choose to call his half brother by the first half of his name but Louis has memories of a little blond girl only ever calling him by such, so it hits too close to home. Going by Nik had been out of the question. Kal had been another option. Though pulled from far back as before biblical times, Louis recalled another son birthed to Mikael this one with a namesake similar to the man's own, so Kal was of little option as well.
Mikol, or Kol as he would forever go by, was always the Loki of the family. Back when they were present in their own time, the elders would always talk to Louis about a contingency plan. They knew even when father couldn't be bothered.
"We don't instigate nor challenge! We defend, wait for the first move! They have their boundaries and we have ours. Until then they are of no threat to us!" Father was a coward blinded by love.
The elders saw that and gave Louis their two cents worth instead. The plan was simple: Mikael is the serpent, cut off the head. It bothered Louis, to an extent, that the elders always mentioned to kill Kol first. When questioned, they would always say that while the others were sure warriors, Kol was erratic and had a glint in his eye full for power. In many ways, Louis could always see how father would disgustingly compare his own little brother to that wild card. Both were enomorously unstable and both were sadists in their own right, yet Bastian was held more in control. Bastian was sickeningly more like Klaus than Louis wishes to admit, but that made no difference. Kol was a problem. One that should have been put to death for good, long before the time that was temporarily brought but now Kol roams the earth again. He'd go out first, if Louis were to bring an attack down now. Then Klaus. Elijah. Rebekah. They'd all burn in hell.
Louis had let the kids go. It wasn't that he was being merciful. Anyone who had met him and had lived to tell the tale, (surprisingly there were such beings) would recantor that he was anything but. Which was why he let them go. Louis had tired of them and found that they would serve another purpose along with the Traveler. They were to stay with that stupid pack associated with the Travelers and Louis, Elias, Bastian and himself were going to track down this Drix Anson and slaughter him where he stood. The last place that one of those kids pitifully told him was New Orleans.
Louis chuckled when they arrived just outside the Mikaelson manor at dusk. "Time for a family reunion."
Drix sat on the cobblestone steps of a death filled church in Texas. The catholic church was littered with bodies, the Devil's Army standing obediently on either side of the pews, and Drix was twirling a dagger.
"Who holds church on a day that isn't Sunday?" Drix laughed to the nearest solider to his left, knowing he wouldn't get an actual answer. "Amara, Amara, Amara," Drix spoke with his tounge laced with fondness. "Why'd you have to be one of my targets, Amara?" He smirked then his eyes went black. He watched as the Petrova girls screamed back and forth with his family in an effort to keep their lives. He saw as the Anson children circle the manor like the Disgraced pack that they were. Drix was enjoying this. Reverting his orbs back to their natural state, he smirked. "I love our family." Drix snapped his fingertips and what happened next could only be the work of a Daemon.
"I'll tell you one last time, I don't know who this Gilbert girl is!" Elena yelled from across the room.
"Well, let me so eloquently remind you!" Klaus barged back, trying to intimidate her but Tatia stepped in between them before he could get the chance.
"You better back up!" Tatia let out with a growl.
"Or what?" Klause laughed manically. "The last I checked you're a ruse. Elijah himself admitted to killing the real Tatia," Elijah was not capable of flinching in the face of a potential enemy but he did stiffen. "The knowledge of another Doppleganger escapes me," Klaus raises his arm outward to Amara. "Though I'm sure the Mystic Falls gang has uncovered some means of making such a ludicrous idea possible. Katerina has long since deceased and of my knowledge Elena had too but obviously the Salvatore simpletons have managed, yet again, to bend over the laws of nature because they are oh so selfish in their own sinful desires!"
"Niklaus!" Elijah interrupted. "Perhaps it is best if we went about this in a more diplomatic approach?"
Klaus seemed enraged but conceded to his brother's motion. "I want answers." He whispered pointing at Tatia with fury. The young woman just glared at his back as he went to pout by the blond woman.
Davina walked with Kol and Rebekah towards the four. "Mass compulsion," Kol announced, all too happy to actually be able to coach his little witch through something he'd only ever dreamed of performing himself. "It's simple but if all goes wrong we can turn your brains into jello." He smiled smugly.
"Kol." Elijah warned.
The young man harrumphed to which his little sister patted him on the back. "It's alright Kol, I rather enjoyed such an idea of an out turn." Rebekah sneered in the Doppleganger's direction. Davina was just about to perform the ritual, when three men covered in blood burst through the other door holding two of Klaus' guards.
"Kl – Klaus." One of the guards sputtered with blood spitting out across his jaw. The calmer looking man pulled his sword from the back that had been protruding from the man's gut. Letting the guard fall to the ground, the man looked to the older and the younger one.
Klaus' face twitched in discomfort. "What is this?!"
Elias glanced toward Louis wondering when he'd answer. When their brother didn't, Bastian brazened up. "This is us having a jest." Bastian smirked, having not yet killed the other guard that he was threatening with his axe sword. "We've terminated every vampire and hybrid on the premise, in the most distinguishing of ways, I might add. My kill time is impeccable." The young teen smirked.
"Well, let me show you my kill time!" Marcel menaced and was about to jet off into them but Elijah held onto his shoulder.
The oldest Original in the room found something eerily familiar about them. Had Elijah followed his sneaking suspicion the first time, he might have prevented the imposer, this Drix, from making a spectacle. Elijah refused to be played the fool once again. "What business do you have here...wolves?" Elijah, for once in all of his existence, couldn't tell. Something was off about those three, even more so than the four young women on the other side of the room. They were werewolves, of that Elijah was sure, but they held themselves in a fashion that meant more, they were more, something that Elijah was not fond of.
"Simple." Louis answered, moving his vision towards the girls. "We've come to retrieve information on a Drix Anson. He's been falsely incriminating our family name."
Elias stepped in. "He must be punished. We were told that the Petrova Dopplegangers would hold the answers."
Kol hated being out of the loop just as much as the rest of his family, might as well dangle the bait. "So you know of the Dopplegangers?"
"Of course!" Bastian scorned. "Not everyone here is as stupid of a git as yourself." Davina raised her hand in defense, shooting a spell meant to bring down anyone who didn't relate to Klaus himself. Nothing happened. "Bit of a dud there sweetheart?" Bastian taunted.
Davina was at a loss for words. "But how?"
Elias refrained from rolling his eyes. "When you're as ancient as us you need a certain kind of witch to take one of us down. Like the one over there." Elias inclined with his head towards Elena who just watched this all with her sisters in confusion.
"If Elena's a witch, then I'm Mary Magdalen!" Rebekah outburst.
Louis could have sworn he heard Bastian let out a cough that sounded vaguely like "Bloody Mary" but then again it was Bastian. The oldest Anson moved his stare over to the straight haired Doppleganger. Interesting... "We're taking the Dopplegangers."
Klaus growled. He still had unanswered questions and unfortunately the only way of finding the solution was through Elena's petty game. "Not on your life."
"Yeah..." Louis drawled out pretending to think it over. "That wasn't a request."
Without even realizing it, Elias had somehow made his way over to the girls standing behind Kat. Louis nodded to him swiftly. Elias followed the order and snapped the young girl's neck.
AN:/ First off, sorry about wait. And now...Duhn duhn duhn! Haha I did it! I killed the Kat and not for curiosity purposes. She had vampire blood in her system, I wonder from who? Elena's power is starting to break out and Louis finds it worthy of his own purposes...This is going to be fun. Drix, we didn't delve a lot into but trust me, every exert that I include him in is meaningful. Elias' history lesson will be of some use as well, so don't just think it's just excessive droning. Justin Gilbert finally made an entrance back into the story as well as Colin and Sophie, who when I first began writing those two I had only intended for them to be side characters but now that I'm liking them more and more. I feel like they will play an even bigger roll. Stefan and Caroline made a cameo in their blissful lives, think they are ready for everything to turn to hell? And speaking of hell, Kat's own personal one may have something to do with Lucy, you know, the Bennett witch that double crossed Katherine in season 2 when she was trying to retrieve the Moonstone? The Original family still hasn't put two and two together yet but give them some credit, Klaus thought the only family he had left was the distant relative in Cary. However Elijah, the smart cookie that he is, may figure it out. Anyone else figure out who Orion, Hemming, and Kem are yet? ;) ;) and why do they know Tony? No word from either party, wondering if Marcus and Nurse Carlotta are beginning to worry? Btw, I wonder what Cami, Hayley, Freya, and Hope have been doing this whole time? They're obviously not in the Mikaelson Manor. Hey, so who would you guys rather see first in an upcoming chapter, Ansel or Mikael? They are both eventually going to make their way through but who should come first, I'm stuck, give your reason why?
Well, until next time ;) Please review!
