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Satine turned away and tried to run away, but Silas caught her by the waist by wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. She tried to calm her heartbeat down, knowing that he could hear it beating rapidly against her chest. She closed her eyes and wondered how he got out of the cave?

Satine felt him move her hair to the side causing a shiver to go up her spine as the wind brushed against her hollow pale neck. Stef-Silas leaned down and pressed his nose against her neck, closing his eyes as he sniffed her neck.

He moaned, "You smell delicious." His lips touched her earlobe and he whispered seductively, "What's your name."

Satine felt uncomfortable by Stefan's look alike. Stefan was never like this with her and even though she had a feeling it wasn't Stefan…every time she looked into his face or when he spoke to her, all she could see was Stefan. To her Stefan was like a brother to her and a very close friend whom she cared deeply about. She never had those kinds of feelings for him…not once…it was and will always be Damon.

The imposter whirled her around by the shoulders and gripped them tightly as he stared deep into her eyes and commanded, "Tell your name."

"Why," Satine said, clearly resisting the effect of compulsion he had on her.

One thing was she sure of was that when he compelled her, it had power and he was fully loaded. It came off him and flowed through her like an exchange of blood that vampires usually do with someone they cared about, but this was somehow different. It didn't feel like a vampire. All she knew was that she needed to escape from him and get back to Damon.

His eyes frantically searched hers, trying to find some kind of explanation as to why she couldn't be compelled. "Let me go," Satine commanded softly.

Silas chuckled darkly. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

An idea immediately popped into her head. Satine softly as if unconsciously leaned her body closer to his and kept on her innocent face as she said, "Why do you need me? I don't even know you."

She felt Silas's body respond to hers, but that didn't stop her from taking a page out of her sister's book. "I have my reasons," he simply said.

"Let me go," she ordered again. She succeed in not noticing that his hand was now on her waist, pulling her closer.

She scoffed as she looked down at their bodies. "Let me go." She brought her hands up to his chest and tried to push him away. Silas's eyes followed her movements and he watched her with amusement. He gripped her chin to his face and then smirked as she glared at him.

"Your name." He commanded angrily.

"Satine…Satine Petrova," she said with a Bulgarian accent.

He smirked in victory as he forcefully kissed her. She managed to catch him off guard and then kneeing him in the crotch with a great amount of force. She ran away from him as he fell to the ground, groaning in pain while holding his crotch. She tripped a few times over a couple of branches, but got up quickly.

She ran through the woods that were brightened by an orange glow from the sunset. She didn't bother to scream, knowing that he would've heard her and then killed her. She didn't want to die…not yet, not while Elena still needs her. She cached her breath for a moment and her eyes caught a road. She dared not to look back in fear of him popping right behind her thus killing her in the process. So she ran to it and just as she ran in the middle of it, bright headlights came towards her. She went towards it and waved her arms for the car to stop.

It stopped and it was someone she's still holding a grudge on. She glared back at the person and yet a hint of fear boiled inside of her. "What the hell are you doing here," Satine growled.

"Is that any way to treat an Original," Rebekah asked, clearly annoyed.

"No, but it's the way I treat a complete bitch," Satine snapped.

Rebekah rolled her blue eyes and put her hands on her hips. "You aren't still mad at me, are you?"

Satine glared at Rebekah and crossed her arms over her chest. "You left me to die in New Orleans. Just be glad that I didn't tell Elijah what you did."

"You didn't tell Elijah because you and I happen to be best friends. Besides, times were different back then. It was only 1803 and I hear you had fun without me anyways." Rebekah replied. "I miss my friend."

"Friends don't kill each other."

"I didn't mean to kill you, Cece. I only wanted to stop you from doing something idiotic like trying to drive the witches out of their town. It was a fool's mission, you know it, I know it, and Elijah knew it."

"You know what the witches did to me there. They betrayed me even though I was their friend. Witches can't be trusted anymore. Not since then."

"As your friend, I hate to tell you this, but that's your own fault. The witches compiled to the vampires' every need, they were at our beck and call, but you made them stronger."

"You think I did that on purpose." She said incredulously.

"I think that was your plan. I don't know why, but you made grow a backbone."

"Believe me that was never my intention to."

"I don't believe you. I saw the way you looked at them as they burned every vampire in that church. They didn't even burn you and I want to know why. If what you say is true then you would have been burned alive."

Satine glanced around and gave Rebekah the look. Rebekah caught on quickly and gestured with her head to her Mercedes Benz and said, "Get in."

They both got in the car and Rebekah sped away. Once they were far enough away from the road, she asked, "Why did you protect the witches?"

Satine opened her mouth to reply, but then she yelled as she turned to the toad, "Look out!"

Rebekah turned the wheel and the car hit the man causing him to fly as the car went spiraling out of control as it crashed into the road as it twisted over and over. The metal scraped against the cement of the road. The glass was broken and they were hanging upside down. Rebekah's face was scraped with tiny pieces of glass in her face, but as she healed herself the glass fell down. She was knocked out.

Satine felt the blood rush to her head, but she felt her vision blur for a moment until her eyes caught the face as Silas, his body looking deformed. Slias's bones started to crack and put themselves back together. Satine's heartbeat quickened as her eyes were glued to Silas. She tried to wiggle herself out of her seat, but the seat belt buckle was stuck. She struggled up and down and felt a string of pain go through her body. She tried to turn her head to the source of her pain, but as she noticed that the source came from the large piece of glass that was nudged in her left shoulder blade. There were some tiny pieces of glass that were stuck in face as well, but it was not as bad as Rebekah's face was.

She whimpered as she struggled even harder in her seat. The seat belt finally came undone and she fell head first onto the ground. She painfully crawled out of the car and through the window. She scurried away from the scene and knew that she should go back for Rebekah, but a voice told her, pay backs a bitch…this makes you two even.

She screamed in pain as her foot was caught in something that made her trip and fall causing another large piece of glass that she never noticed that was lodged into her hip. She crawled against a tree and breathed in and out heavily. She pursed her lips as her hand forcefully pulled the glass from her hip. Her hands went behind her shoulder and managed to grab the glass in her shoulder blade even though every time her fingers grasped it, they would slip because of the blood already on her fingers. She tried to pull it out, but the blood on her hands made it slippery.

"Need help?" a voice said from behind her.

She peeled open her eyes and came face to face with someone she hated more than the witches. Qetsiyah.

"Get away from me," she growled lowly.

Tessa came closer to her and kneeled down. She impassively pulled the glass from her shoulder and as she screamed, Tessa put her hand on her mouth, shushing her. "Do you want us to be found?"

Tessa removed her hand. "Why," Satine asked. "You know my bloodline. I know you hate me."

"I owed you for what you did for my family. I know it was hard to pull that off especially in New Orleans," Tessa said.

Satine glared at her. "That's not what I wanted from you though. I wanted to find out what the hell happened to my niece, Qetsiyah. You know that."

"She's alive. That's all you need to know."

"That's not good enough. She's my family…I have little time left."

Tessa's brows knitted in confusion. "Little time? What do you mean by little time?"

"I'm destined to die apparently. I'm a reaper and I was supposed to die, but instead I became a vampire thus causing a disruption in balance."

"I've seen reapers on the other side," Tessa said and feeling stronger, Satine was able to sit up more.

"Please tell me…I need to know what's in store."

"They are the loneliest people I had ever seen. I've been on the other side for over two thousand years and I can tell you that that is a life you will never want. Reapers are invisible to every one on the side of the living, but not on the other side. They're very sad…especially as they take others' souls over here…when they see the people they love die and when they are useless. They have no power. They are just the messengers for the Grim Reapers." Tessa explained. "Once you're a reaper, Satine Petrova, your only purpose is death."

Satine stood up and ran her hands frantically through her golden curls in her hair. She paced back and forth between the circles of trees that surrounded them. "I've met your ex-fiancé."

Tessa's eyes widened. "Silas? He talked to you. What did he say?"

"Yes, he did. I tricked him though using my feminine wilds to escape. He's the one that caused the accident."

"What does he want with you?"

"I don't know. He didn't or actually wouldn't tell me. He's very stubborn and a first rate jackass."

Tessa scoffed. "First rate jackass is gentle term." She continued, "I'd use more of border line words like a dick or asshole."

"He tried to make a move on me," Satine said disgustingly.

"Figures he would. You're pretty and although he might claim to be still in love with his one true love, he's still a man."

"A man has needs."

"Exactly. I would've gone in deeper, but I'm strong enough."

"Reapers have powers. Very powerful and dangerous powers."

"Exactly how powerful are they."

"Powerful enough to wipe out half of the world. You just have to channel it…constraint on what you want to do."

Suddenly, a branch cracked in the distance and Satine quickly grabbed Tessa's wrist and asked, "Where's Elijah? I need him."

Tessa furrowed her eyebrows in anger. "You know I can't find him. Especially since he's an original and besides it would take time and a belonging of his."

"Use me. His blood is still running through my veins this very moment. If you do this then you're debt to me is repaid."

Tessa thought about quickly and nodded. She closed her eyes and started to lowly chant a spell. After a moment her eyes shot open and she said, "I know where he is…I found him."

It worked, she thought.

To be quite honest, Satien was just going out on a limb about Elijah's blood still in her veins and this had just confirmed it. So if she were to die, she would become a vampire.

Then I won't be a reaper, Satine thought happily.

She mentally smiled at the idea of being a vampire again. She now knew why Damon never wanted to be human because he would be considered weak and Satine didn't like one bit of weakness. She now knew that she would have to kill herself or have someone kill her in order to be powerful and strong again like before. Satine smirked because she knew who the right person was for killing her and they would surely enjoy it.

"Where's Elijah?"

. . .

Satine didn't care or think about Elijah in that very moment although she knew his location thanks to Tessa, she needed Damon. She just had to find Damon. Something inside of her told her to go to the boarding house. So she followed her gut and went there. The house bathed in dead silence which creped Satine out and when the wood creaked and it gave her an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt a slight pain in her head, but she was strong enough to shove it away from her mind.

The floorboards kept creaking under her weight as she crept up the stairs. She wondered where everyone was right now. She felt like she might go insane from the silence and the hidden shadows creeping towards her in the corner of her eye. When she turned around to face them, all she found was a hollow and silent hallway.

Was this house always this creepy, she thought?

Satine.

A voice whispered to her, its voice echoing softly through the house. Something told her not to ignore it. Satine followed the voice like it was pulling her or something. She felt a great pull in her chest to whatever it was and it was powerful. She was pulled to a room and she was able to push it open. It was Damon's room. Her brows furrowed in confusion not knowing why the voice came from here. She glanced around the room for some sort of answer to the on going questions that consumed her thoughts. She was suddenly pinned to the bed by another body with her wrists above her head, trapped by his hands against the bed.

She fought against him and she stopped and gasped as she realized who it was. Fear consumed her and she gulped softly, but still held her head up high.

"I'm assuming that it was you who dropped me off at Elena's doorstep. Wasn't it?" Satine seethed.

Klaus smirked. "What do you mean, sweetheart?"

She scoffed. "I was told it was a reaper who did those things to me, not an arrogant hybrid."

Klaus leaned in and sniffed her. A wide grin appeared on his face. "Well, well, I'm surprised. You're human."

"No thanks to you." She snapped. "Why kill me, huh? I did nothing to you…yet."

He shoved himself away from her and she sat up on the bed as he leaned against the fireplace, staring at her with death and anger. "Yes, that's exactly it, you did nothing. I took away everything from you and what do you do? You decided to kill yourself."

"What?!" she shouted. "You think I shoved a stake through my heart!"

"That's what I saw with my own eyes, love. They never play tricks on me."

"I would never kill myself just because of some silly bite from a werewolf. Why would I even do that?"

He shrugged. "Because you were so guilty for what you did that you decided that you shouldn't get to live."

"No! I would never! Not to Damon. I love him." She felt her anger fade away a little as she realized that he was trying to get a rise out of her, knowing that in her own anger she would be able to convince herself that she was the one who put a stake through her heart. She continued, "Why did you kill me twice, Klaus? Why did you put me on Elena's doorstep?"

"I think you have a right to know." He pushed himself off the fireplace and sat himself in a black leather chair, getting comfortable. "When I first killed you, I was looking for something."

"What were you looking for?"

He eyed her. "A white oak stake."

Her heartbeat quickened. "Did you find it?"

"No, I didn't, but now I know that you might have an idea on its whereabouts."

"I gave it to someone a while back."

"Who?!"

"That's none of your concern, but you might want to check New Orleans because it might be there. Or maybe try Europe? Or France?" She quipped.

She smirked as she saw Klaus's hatred filled eyes bore into her own angry eyes. "I'll tear you from limb to limb if you don't give me that white oak stake," he threatened.

"Even if I did have it which I don't, I wouldn't be able to give it to you."

"Why is that now, love?"

"Because it can't be touched by human." She smirked again, knowing that she won this battle. "Tell me why you had me killed and then blamed it on the reapers, Klaus?"

Klaus laughed. "Ah, yes, the reapers. I remember them back from the first century; you know they used to be able to roam about freely in humans…that is until they possessed a werewolf to murder my brother." He stopped laughing. "When I had found out what you were, I already knew that you had to die."

"What about Elijah? Rebekah? Don't you think that they'll be angry once they've heard that you killed me?"

"Trust me, love, they'll thank me for killing the kind that destroyed our family."

"What happened to the reaper that possessed your brother? What did you do to him?"

"It wasn't entirely me, but my mother and Ayana. You know Bennet witches when they've realized that nature and balance has been disrupted. Well, when my mother confided in Ayana that she saw something when she touched Henrick's corpse, Ayana immediately knew what it was so she decided that there had to rule for the reapers allowing a balance. In which that balance was they could not be seen by any living person and that they could be possessed by a demon or an angel. You could imagine how angry they were at the witches."

"Explains why I don't like witches that much." She mumbled under her breath.

"The reapers of course wanted to interfere into the matter, but the Grims wouldn't allow it,"

"Why?"

He chuckled softly. "Reapers and Grims are dead, love. They have one rule and that is that they can't interfere with the living."

"What about vampires? They're already dead."

"You're right…they are."

"Witches?"

"It depends."

"How so?"

"Well, they can only possess a witch if they are bound to die sometime soon."

Her eyes widened. Bonnie, she thought. She scurried off the bed and muttered, "I have to go." She went towards the door and just as her hand was on the knob, Klaus said, "You don't want to get involved, love."

She groaned and turned around. "Enlighten me."

"I heard a story once." He leaned forward. "About a beautiful girl who had a nasty run in with some witches in New Orleans. A whole coven actually." He smirked. "Now this girl had very powerful friends in the coven so whenever she would come across a problem they are her first choice. Here's my favorite part, the witches learn that not only is this girl-their good friend a vampire, but she's fallen in love-desperately in love with one of their own, the two lovebirds planning to run away with each other because they were so madly in love that the thought of them being apart nearly ruined them. The witches go to a seer, seeing what the future of the beautiful vampire and the warlock was…let's just say that they weren't happy with what they saw. One of the witches was very close to the beautiful vampire; they managed to convince her to do something awful to her."

Klaus frowned. "Their plan was set in motion. One night, the two lovers were…consummating their love with each other when the witches attacked them. They dragged the both of them to a harvest area. They tied the warlock to a post and they made the poor beautiful girl watch as they burned her lover alive…not even blinking or regretting what horrible thing they've just done."

She closed her tearful eyes and turned away from him and breathed in a breath of air. "That was a long time ago," she said softly.

"I understand why you hate them. Damon and Elena may not, but I do. So you can imagine how I must feel knowing that another kind you once felt for, took away one of your loved ones." He continued, "The need for vengeance is stronger then forgiveness."

Her tears stopped, her brows knitted in confusion as she turned around and sniffled. She screamed in pain as Klaus stabbed her in the heart with a dagger. Her eyes widened to the point that she was afraid they'd come out of their sockets. She felt the blood slowly gush down her breast, down the middle of her chest, then her hip and down her legs to the floor. She glanced down at the dagger, but she didn't feel pain…she felt numb.

Klaus's hands were wrapped around the handle and then he twisted it in her chest making a gushy cracking sound. She looked back up at him and tried to say something, but couldn't find any words.

"I'm not killing you, love. I heard what would happen if I did do that so," he grinned evilly and continued, "I'm just…freezing your body until I have use for it again. And what better way to do that than with a dagger dipped in white oak ash."

She felt every part in her body shutting down; her heart was slowly starting to steady its beat. Her eye sight was blurry and her ears were starting to shift every sound into deepness. She felt her legs give out, but her hands gripped onto Klaus's shirt for strength. She could see on her skin veins were starting to slowly appear. She could feel her muscles freeze and strain themselves to work in an excruciating pain that now coursed through to her hands since they were the only parts still struggling not to give into the poison of the white oak ash.

"I-I'll f-f-find a-a w-a-ay to…es-escape." She seethed through her teeth.

She fell onto the ground with a loud thud and she glared into the eyes of Klaus. Klaus smiled in victory as Satine was completely dead.

~FIN~

Hope you all liked this chapter because to me it was fun to write. You'll just have to wait until the next chapter in order to find out what happens to Satine. Thank you all for everything, you guys are my inspiration.