Summary: When Irina Petrova sets foot upon Mystic Falls, she bargains for more than she expects...Hearts are broken and lives are taken. Alliances tested and games are played. Somewhere in the midst, love violently lashes out in many more ways than one. Does Damon Salvatore really want nothing to do with Irina, the sadistic killer who caused them all grief? Does Klaus Mikaelson want more than her blood? And will his brother Kol eventually unlock himself through her? Follow Damon, Klaus, and Kol's struggles, and their affection for this one girl.
A story of the unknown abilities and heritage of doppelgängers, dark magic, sibling rivalry, a love triangle, and, at the heart of it all, a lethal, beautiful vampire with quite a past: Irina Petrova
The Plot So Far (SPOILERS): Irina Petrova has only one goal in mind: to wreak havoc in Mystic Falls. She begins her reign of chaos by killing Caroline Forbes, in order to restore Elena Gilbert's humanity. Little does the Mystic Falls gang know, Irina has ulterior motives...in the meantime she slaughters a bar-ful of victims for her own enjoyment, while Klaus is still mourning Caroline's death. At Caroline's funeral Irina appears to the group, snapping Elena's neck for the second time and causing Damon to attempt to hunt Irina down, in which he is unsuccessful. Later on he is sitting in front of the fire in the Salvatore Mansion, contemplating his problems, when Irina decides to play mind-games with the brothers. Meanwhile a certain Kol Mikaelson decides to return to Mystic Falls. Katherine tags along with Irina, but secretly plans to make a deal with the devil himself. Kol returns to Mystic Falls with no apparent agenda (his reason for returning being boredom). Katherine confronts Klaus about Irina, but he violently ends their talk by biting her. Katherine runs into Irina, and all but begs her to save her. Irina needs Katherine in her plans and therefore spares Katherine, by feeding her the mysterious Petrova blood. Damon finally realizes a huge mistake and leaves Mystic Falls, but not before an encounter with Irina and Elena. Irina then threatens April Young to sympathize Elena, as they've both lost all their family. Meanwhile Klaus is starting to lose his mind. He's seeing strange symbols on the stake that killed Caroline. He decides to torture Caroline's killer, when he finds them. April follows Irina's command, which causes Elena to snap by attacking April. Stefan manages to stop her in a time, and they leave quickly. Irina decides to stop intimidating April and Elena for the time being, while Rebekah meets up with Matt at the Grill; little do they know, they're in for a surprise...
Main Characters: Irina Petrova (OC), Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Damon Salvatore, Katerina Petrova...
CHAPTER 9 SOUNDTRACK:The Pretty Reckless's "Void & Null"
Previously:"If my brother cares for her, he'll keep her safe. We'll have to wait and see." She glanced up to see Matt's reaction, only to discover a look of pure hatred on his face. But his eyes were staring past her.
Rebekah turned, and was met by an old, familiar sight.
"Rebekah. Fancy meeting you here."
Darkness Stole Her Heart
9
Lost Along the Way
Rebekah hastily turned back to Matt, the slightest bit of concern edging its way onto her icy features. "Matt, get out of here. She's dangerous." But Matt bravely and foolishly held his ground.
"I know. She killed Caroline." His voice was low and hard, trying to overcome the overwhelming weight of grief. Irina took the bottle from Rebekah and downed a quarter of its fiery content.
"Yes. And you have a right to fear me. In this era people seem to have forgotten what fear is, and act irrationally, ignoring the consequences." She raised the bottle in a salute, then slammed it down on the counter, but not hard enough so that it shattered. "I say kill them all." She smiled at them, her aura causing Matt to sit back down in his stool abruptly, trying to create as much distance from them as possible, not wanting to retain eye contact.
"That's enough, Irina," Rebekah snapped, her voice tight and harsh. The other vampire turned to stare at Matt's companion with a new interest.
"Looks like this little human has gotten you all wrapped around his little finger, Bekah. Tell me, when did you start worshipping him? Because, in the end, you're nothing of what he expects. Don't fool yourself, Bekah. You're blinded by love that's not even sincere enough to be returned."
"Shut up." Rebekah's voice was dangerously quiet, her whitened knuckles hanging uselessly at her sides as her fists clenched with enough strength to break her hands.
"To be honest, I liked the old Bekah more. She was actually worth keeping alive." Without thinking Rebekah lunged at Irina, her arm striking out to catch the girl by her throat. Irina caught her hand easily, crushing bone between her fingers. Rebekah grimaced in pain, withdrawing her hand quickly in a blur and rising sharply from her stool.
But Irina had other plans. She rested her forearms leisurely on a couple's table, and asked the man sitting there, "Mind if I have a bite?" He began to open his mouth in confusion, but Irina had already descended down upon him, sinking her fangs into a major artery in his neck. She drained him dry quickly and rose victoriously, smirking at Rebekah's stunned face.
"Have fun cleaning up." She snapped the man's companion's neck while she was at it, and strode towards the exit.
Rebekah stared at the mess before her. Humans had began panicking and chaos ensued before her. Rebekah picked up the bottle, feeling the need to get herself drunk before starting her clean-up, which would have to consist of her compelling just about everyone in the Mystic Grill, minus Matt. "Bloody hell," she said in some form of admiration. "That girl's still trouble."
Outside Irina had answered a call, leisurely resting her back against a lamppost, feet stretched out before her. "Hello, Kat. I trust you did what you were told."
"I don't care if you're my great-great-great grandma; get rid of the sire bond," the doppelgänger seethed at the other end of the line.
"Now Katherine, that's no way to treat your sire. Loyalty, remember, that's what binds us together. My blood saved you from your imminent death, and now you will be, once in your pathetic life, grateful for something. And thank you for telling the Big Bad Hybrid. It's time we had a new player in the game." She spoke lazily, speaking whatever insults that could come to mind, not thinking much of anything about them. She never thought much about anything."
"Irina." Katherine's voice was steely and gripped through her thoughts. "You don't know who you're dealing with."
"Then I'll find out soon enough. You ran from him for 500 years. I want you to run from him again. Get out of Mystic Falls."
"As you wish," Katherine replied mockingly, voice dripping with sarcasm and hatred. As Irina disconnected the call she looked up to see Rebekah emerge from the Mystic Grill. She strode over to Irina, her blue eyes blazing.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Rebekah demanded.
"A vampire living life. You should try it sometime."
"You made me compel all those people inside. You are risking all of our safety! I may not be one to follow rules but-" Suddenly Irina was behind her, snapping her neck and watching the Original Vampire wither down to the ground, losing consciousness.
"That's better." She stepped over the lifeless body and headed onto the streets, thoughts and memories tumbling unwillingly through her mind.
What was she even doing? Her whole self was numb, her body acting accordingly of its own free will, her mind barricaded and blocked from everything else. What was she even doing? She was lost.
She wouldn't ever admit it.
Kol was bored. He stepped away from the girl he'd given his attention to, watching blood splatter onto the ground.
In all honesty, he didn't know what he was living for anymore.
Certainly not his family. They'd been torn apart centuries ago. All that remained was bitter rivalry and bitter aftertaste of fighting and struggling with each other throughout all those years.
Certainly not anyone else. Kol didn't care for anyone. He lived as a free vampire.
What did he live for? To eventually see the world die, the people fighting each other and the world until it could no longer hold them?
For the kill, the moment he took a life?
Or for his interest in the world, how it constantly changed and would never fail to entertain him?
Kol looked up, focusing on nothing in particular, the blood smeared over his mouth.
Kol wouldn't ever admit it, but he had been lost along the way. He had been, for a very long time.
