At breakfast the Ravenclaws glared daggers at Hermione and she pretended not to notice. Crap, they all somehow knew she'd lost them 100 house points but how? Hogwarts staff could definitely be ruled out, hurting her by spreading gossip wasn't Tom's style and they'd parted on good terms last night so it was obviously Lestrange. She looked towards the Slytherin table and found him sitting with Malfoy and his gang. Noticing her gaze he smiled at her nastily, then he raised his goblet towards her before bowing his head mockingly and Malfoy roared with laughter before patting him on the back. She gave him a dirty look before looking away and then she looked back again. Her eyes subconsciously wandered over and settled on Tom. He was reading a book, his left hand was on top of the table and its fingers were slowly tapping the surface. Before it wouldn't have meant anything to her but now she knew it meant he was really focused on whatever he was reading.
"Hey, Maya" Susan's voice suddenly said and she hastily looked away.
"Shouldn't you be mad at me?" Hermione said fetching a buttered toast with a gloomy expression.
"It doesn't matter." The Ravenclaw said lowering her voice. "We didn't have enough points to win any way, they just need someone to blame and right now you're the perfect candidate" Great, she was putting her life at risk to keep these peoples futures safe from Voldemort and they were making a scapegoat out of her. "Don't worry, they'll get over it in a couple of days."
"I see" she said before taking a bite out of her toast.
"I know Slytherin's can be slimy bastards" Susan started hesitantly. "Did you attack Lestrange for just asking the time?" she blurted out and Hermione's expression turned murderous.
"No, I did not" the head girl hissed. "Since when did a Slytherin's word of mouth become the gospel of truth?"
"I-erm-I didn't mean to-" she started to mumble dropping her gaze. Hermione suddenly noticed Xavian and his friends making their way towards the Ravenclaw table and her brows creased in irritation. Merlin's balls, the annoying boy that couldn't take multiple hints. "-I never actually believed-" Deciding she'd had enough this morning Hermione stood up and grabbed another buttered toast. "-I just-"
"Save it" the head girl snapped before speeding towards the great hall doors and then exiting.
After a trip to her room to fetch her bag Hermione was walking towards the library with her eyes on her weekly homework list. Usually, being in advanced classes for all her subjects would've been great if most of her time wasn't taken up by subject - Kill Voldemort'. Sudden footsteps made her look up and finding Tom's visual she couldn't help but think of the saying 'speak of the devil'. Actually, 'Speak of the angry devil', Hermione thought snapping her eyes back to the list. His expression, uniform and broom said it all. He had quidditch practice and that always meant a dark lord with super foul mood. The second he was gone from the passageway she felt at ease, and making a mental note to stay out of his way today she continued towards her destination.
At lunch time the great hall was missing a lot of students and Hermione appeared confused for a second before remembering it was a Hogsmeade weekend, so if the pupils weren't skipping lunch they must be eating out. She was glad that fewer Ravenclaws at the table equalled to fewer hateful looks for losing house points, and even more grateful for the peace that the absence of Susan brought. Whilst eating she noticed Susan's girls and Xavian and his friends were also away. They must've all gone to the opening of the new shop, the one that was keeping what it was going to sell a secret which must be not so secret by now.
As she continued to eat she looked towards the Slytherin table and wasn't surprised to find the dark lord missing, she'd long before noticed the pattern of Tom skipping food if he was in a really bad mood and this time quidditch was to blame. After awhile she reached for her goblet, as she drank water from it a chocolate pudding caught her eyes and Hermione suddenly found herself craving chocolate chip cookies. Alas, she couldn't buy any from Shiv Patil as all her money had been spent on buying solanum nicrum and an old book. The Horcrux book, she thought as her eyes widened in remembrance and she put the goblet down with more force than necessary. Annoyed by the thudding sound that it'd made a student close to her gave her a dirty look but Hermione took no notice as she left the great hall in a hurry.
The Ravenclaw head girl entered her room with an excited expression. Being busy all the time and stress must've caused the book to slip from her mind. But no matter, she'd be reading it any minute now and the timing was perfect as she had plenty of free time. With slightly trembling hands she brought the hardback out of her trunk, and then she sat down on the bed cross legged. Hermione ran a finger down the aging cover of the book before opening it with a deep breath, and the first words written in bold met her eyes. It read, 'No one is born evil', and that was all that was written on that page. Instantly disagreeing with the statement she turned to the other side of the yellowing sheet and read on hungrily.
Almost an hour went by before she straightened her back and bookmarked the page she'd reached. After going to the bathroom Hermione walked around her room to get rid of the jellying feeling in her legs, and her eyes kept finding their way towards the closed book on her pillow. Wow, that was definitely an interesting read. Also, addictive since she wanted to get right back to reading it but she couldn't allow herself to. It wasn't that she didn't have time, she just didn't have time for it because she had to prioritise the broom cursing potion. Its state was due to be checked now and she had to go to the room of requirement. After putting the book back in the trunk Hermione left her room with her mind occupied by what she'd read. The chapters she'd finished had been about ideas of what a soul was, the importance of the human soul, and the theory that the soul existed in parts that was held together by an invisible force. So far there'd been no mention of Horcrux but it would obviously be talked about since the title of the book was, the damages and negative effects of making a Horcrux.
As Hermione turned into a corridor her thought drifted to the young dark lord. Since she'd arrived in the 1940s she'd wondered about Tom's Horcrux's but questions had always risen in her mind when she was mentally stressed, or the timing was just bad and so she'd never given it deep thought. This time though she was pretty relaxed and she hoped picking her brain right now would find answers that could be relied upon.
So, when did Tom make his first Horcrux? Harry had told her he'd seen a memory in Dumbledore's pensive where Tom asked Slughorn about Horcurx's in his sixth year. Well, Slughorn had obviously chosen to forget the memory since he didn't treat Tom coldly and always jumped to his defence. Moaning myrtle had died during Tom's fifth year, and Harry had told her that he'd killed his paternal grandparents and father in the summer of his fifth year, so that meant he was already a murderer. But he couldn't have used those killings to create a Horcrux since he'd asked Slughorn in his sixth year on how to make one. That just led to more questions like, did Tom have a Horcrux right now or was he planning to make one soon? If so, according to history, who was he supposed to kill to make it? Or, what if he was still clueless about how to make one?
Hermione wracked her brain until she recalled something important. Merlin, why hadn't it come to her instantly? Especially, when she'd remembered the information on Friday night after the dark lord had severely crucioed her, the cruciatus curse must be to blame. Now, getting back to the point. Harry had said Tom's diary Horcrux had told him it'd preserved the memory of its 16 year old self, so that must mean he'd created one during his sixth year, and obviously not very long after consulting Slughorn. Tom was 17 now so that meant he definitely had a Horcrux right now. Hermione wasn't surprised when she didn't freak out or feel panicked by the logical conclusion, she'd already done that on Friday night.
So, if the deaths of moaning Myrtle, his paternal grandparents and father wasn't used in making his Horcrux or Horcrux's, then who did he kill to make them? She had no clue, then again it didn't matter as it wouldn't make a difference to her mission.
After she murdered him she'd have to find and destroy his diary, and also Marvolo Gaunts ring. Just in case, as it had been one in her time. She wouldn't bother with the others though as he'd definitely made them after leaving Hogwarts, and she wasn't going to let him leave Hogwarts alive. The dark lord's death eaters, if they were actually his death eaters at this time, would be no match for her if they suspected anything and she was sure none of them were hiding Tom's Horcrux's for him. She'd observed Malfoy and co being rebellious and that meant the dark lord didn't have their absolute, blinding loyalty yet. Which meant there was no way Tom would stupidly entrust them with something as precious as his Horcrux. Providing, that they were his death eaters at this moment and not some gang that got a kick out of pissing him off from time to time, even if the consequences were severe.
Fuck, she was getting a headache thinking of the same thing over and over again but in different words. It didn't bloody matter if they were his death eaters or not, because it was in no way going to affect her killing Tom Riddle or hunting down his Horcrux's. Merlin's balls, why couldn't all this have ended with just his death?
Soon Hermione made the door to the room of requirement appear and then she stepped inside feeling incredibly tense. What if she'd made the potion wrong and it didn't turn the right colour? She could see the cauldron, a little closer and she would know. With her heart beating fast she moved forward and a gasp escaped her lips as she looked down. Oh my god, it was lilac. Yes, she'd succeded. Hermione wanted to scream in joy but she settled for a smile instead. Now, all she had to do was wait one more day until it turned silver and then the potion would be complete. With a cheerful expression she stepped out the door and back towards the heads quarters.
It was almost evening, Hermione decided to read more from the Horcrux book until dinner time but her plan was ruined by an owl with a message. Actually, more like an owl with a written order. Tom wanted her to come to the library in 10 minutes to continue work on their project, and even though she didn't want to endure a very unhappy after quidditch dark lord, she knew she really didn't have a choice. With her bubble of joy burst she grabbed her bag before leaving her room with an unhappy expression.
Hermione found the dark lord at the back of the library, he was sat at a table reading and he looked relaxed. She began to cautiously edge closer when he suddenly looked up and she froze. His calm demeanour remained as he stared at her for a few seconds, then he raised his wand and made a chair in front of him pull out. Feeling relieved she took the seat, luck was definitely on her side this time. First, the broom cursing potion had been a success, and now Tom appeared to have been cured from his post quidditch anger syndrome.
The dark lord slightly tilted his head to the left before a pleased expression formed on his face, and she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. It wasn't just general happiness radiating from him, there was something else in his eyes, it was like looking at a child that'd just discovered candy. Why the hell was he so delighted by her presence? What in the name of fucking, Merlin, was going on here?
"I've found something very interesting" Tom suddenly said, sounding excited and she blinked startled. Thank, God. His freaky behaviour was due to something he'd found, not her. Soon the same maddening interest in his eyes reflected from hers. What had he discovered? His excited voice had sounded just like the way it did when he talked about the dark arts, and if he was acting like that over a potions discovery then it must be a very interesting find indeed.
"What have you found?" Hermione said, trying to sound uninterested but she couldn't keep the curiosity out of her voice.
"Look at these" he said, levitating a stack of yellowing parchment towards her and she caught them with an eager expression before skimming through their Latin text. Her excitement vanished as she realised they were research articles from the 1840s about experimentation on cats, she just couldn't see the relevance between the articles and their potions project.
"I don't understand, Riddle" she said looking up with a confused expression. "Our project is on werewolves, not cats"
"I know" he snapped, making her jump. "If you had been reading instead of skimming" he said in an irritated tone as he untitled his head. "You would have found what links it to our project" he finished raising his voice. Oops, she was guilty as charged.
"Sorry" she said in a low voice.
"You mentioned using a combination of liquid silver and Monks-hood" Tom said, ignoring her apology. "Those articles mention using a compound like that on cats" he continued, with the expression of excitement back on his face. "Apparently it affected their minds somehow" he finished in a high pitched tone and Hermione held her breath. Merlin, the dark lord was pretty close to the truth. "Look at article number seven, third paragraph" he added in a commanding tone. She mechanically located the section and ran her eyes over the words without mentally registering them. "After enduring the Cruciatus curse the cats went crazy and tried to bite everything they found." Tom said hurriedly with bored tone. "But if they were given the Silver- monkshood compound with Asphodel before being tortured" he continued sounding fascinated again. "Then, they behaved like normal cats for a day or two until the insanity kicked in" Hermione could see where this was leading to and she couldn't help but feel worried. Silence descended upon them whilst the dark lord stared at her with an impatient expression and that eventually changed to reflect anger. "Don't you get it?" he suddenly hissed, clearly she was not giving him the reaction he'd expected. "Before coming here did half of your brain shrivel up and die" he said raising his voice as he punched the table and she flinched.
"I understand" Hermione said hastily. "What you said, it sort of shocked me and I just froze" she added faking excitement and the dark lord's angry look instantly vanished. "I get it" she continued running a hand through her hair. "The Silver-monkshood compound preserves their mind from the curse temporarily" she finished emphasising the last two words.
"Exactly" Tom said leaning towards her. "But what if it could somehow be used to preserve the human mind when a person transforms into a werewolf" he said sitting back straight again and one side of his lips curled to form half a smile on his face. Holy crap, thanks to her he was well on his way to inventing the wolfsbane potion.
"You mean it could be used to-" she trailed of dramatically and forced herself to look overjoyed by the idea.
"Yes, but since the effects don't appear to be permanent the person would have to continue drinking the potion" That was also true of wolfsbane, Lupin had to drink it everyday until the full moon. "It's the third ingredient that will make the difference" Tom said suddenly looking enlightened. "Asphodel doesn't really interact with the compound, it's just a binding agent of silver and Monkshood" he continued with a dismissive tone. "We just have to find the other ingredient, or ingredients that'll interact with the compound in the right way and make it possible" he finished cheerfully, and even though the library was dimly lit his eyes seemed to gleam from excitement.
Hermione knew what the other ingredients were and how they interacted with Monkshood but she wasn't about to tell him, it would look way too suspicious.
"Okay, let's find it or them" she said in a false determined voice.
"I've already got some likely ones in mind" he said levitating a book towards her with a thoughtful expression. "Read out the properties of the ingredients on page 27" he ordered as he brought out his quill and Hermione immediately obeyed. Almost an hour went by as they went through ingredient after ingredient and soon she found her throat dry from reading out aloud. "That's enough" Tom suddenly said holding up his hand, while he continued to write with his eyes downcast on the parchment.
He must have noticed she wasn't comfortable from her hoarse tone of voice. Nah, unlikely. Voldemort loved crucioing people so why would he give a damn about someone's comfort. Must've told her to stop so he could figure something out from everything he'd inscribed so far, and it looks like she was right. Minutes had gone by but he seemed to have forgotten her existence. All he appeared to be aware of was his writing instrument and parchment.
Hermione stared at him whilst reflecting on the past hour. He was so clever, it was impressive the way he'd easily matched up the reactions that'd occur if the said ingredient were to collide with Monkshood. He'd even picked up on the small details that she'd thought were irrelevant. It was amazing the way his brain worked, it would've taken her a day if she'd done it but it'd only taken him an hour or two. Tom suddenly mumbled to himself, then he jabbed his quill into the table with a frustrated expression and a lock of his hair moved down to slightly cover his right eye. He continued talking to himself in whispers whilst crossing things out and forming fresh words with black ink. With her eyes still on him she slightly leaned forward and placed a hand on the left side of her face before leaning her head on it. Merlin, he was so handsome, and it was so cute the way his hair had fallen over his eye. Not only was he good looking, he also had the perfect brain to match it. In her entire life she had never met a boy so beautiful and intelligent. "Granger" Tom said, snapping her out of her thoughts and Hermione immediately felt disgusted with herself.
"What?" she said dropping her hand from her face while sitting up straight, and she looked at anything but him.
She did not just think those things about Tom Riddle. He wasn't beautiful, he was an ugly monster. He was a murder, a psychopathic dark wizard. He was the dark lord, he was Voldemort. The very same Voldemort that was responsible for the deaths of her parents and friends. Tom had charmed and fooled many people with his good looks and she wasn't going to fall under the same spell. Hermione Granger was in no way attracted to Lord Voldemort, because there was nothing attractive about a heartless beast.
She knew what he really was underneath that perfect face of his and she shouldn't let herself forget it. That's it, that's what must have happened. There was no denying he was a genius, she must've become so impressed with his brilliance that she'd let it slip from her mind she was looking at Voldemort. Yes, that must be it because she couldn't really like Tom Riddle. Hermione took a couple of deep breaths and repeated that thought continuously in her mind.
"I think we should continue another day" the dark lord said as he stood up and a second later she got up feeling relieved. Still not able to meet his eyes she quickly packed her things and left the library before him. But annoyingly he caught up with her and it was like they'd left at the same time. He'd walked beside her before so it shouldn't bother her, except it did this time.
As they turned into a corridor a painting caught her eyes, there was a woman in it with a peacock feathered headpiece and she was watching them with interest. Why was she doing that? Surely, it was nothing but Hermione couldn't help but feel uneasy. Soon she arrived at the great hall for dinner and so did the dark lord. They split up to go to their tables and once she was seated she felt strangely free. Holy mother Mary, the dark lord was mentally messing her up. Well, he is Voldemort and feeling suffocated by his presence shouldn't be anything to be alarmed about, anyone would be if they knew the real him. Right, so that's what all this was. She should give her mind a rest and just eat. Hermione took a deep breath and then she drank some water from her goblet. As her eyes wandered over the table she could tell the Ravenclaws still hated her from their expressions, and also from their not so quiet whispered comments.
"Hey, Maya" Susan's voice suddenly sounded and she momentarily closed her eyes. God, it was that annoying girl. Was it too much to wish for a peaceful dinner when she was killing Voldemort for the world?
"What do you want?" Hermione said gloomily as she picked up a knife and fork.
"Oh, you're still mad at me" she said with a sad expression. "I'm sorry I said that about you and Lestrange. I just-"
"It's okay" the head girl said tiredly. She couldn't be bothered to hear the girl's reasons, they were probably made up anyway.
"So we're good" she said sounding uncertain.
"We're good" Hermione repeated and then she started to cut into a lamb steak. As she ate Susan told her in detail what she'd been up to in Hogsmeade with her friends and Xavian. The head girl listened with mild interest when it came to the mysterious shop of 'what are my secret products' and she was disappointed to learn it was just a new brand of women's magical cosmetics. Susan however seemed over the moon and went on about a number of items she'd brought before becoming strangely silent.
"Since you sat down you haven't looked towards the Slytherin table once" Susan suddenly said with a soft voice and Hermione stopped chewing. Her real question was, since you sat down you haven't looked towards Tom once. The head girl resumed chewing and after she'd swallowed she fixed Susan with a glare.
"So what?" Hermione hissed. "What I look at or don't look at is my problem" she said raising her voice and Susan just gave her a defeated look. For some reason this infuriated her even more, but why? Well, the girl was making wrong assumptions and she wanted to set things straight. She hadn't purposely looked at Tom because she'd wanted a break from the dark lord after having spent hours in his company. Especially, when it was having a strain on her mind. That's all it was and there was nothing else to it, but she couldn't tell Susan that. "Forgive me for not wanting to look at the snakes-" Hermione started bitterly. "- when one of their own lost me a 100 points, which turned me into an outcast in my own house" she finished with a raised voice.
"I'm so sorry" Susan said with a regretful expression.
"You're supposed to be my friend" she said grabbing her bag with much more force than necessary.
"I am, I just thought-"
"You of all people should've understood why" she cut in with an accusing tone as she stood up.
"I do understand, when I asked you the question I wasn't-"
"Instead of being so insensitive" Hermione interrupted with a fake hurt expression and then she speed towards the great hall doors. Susan called out to her but the head girl didn't look back. Once she was out in the corridor she felt glad to have gotten away, but it didn't take very long before she started to feel guilty. That was kind of harsh on Susan, she should've used a gentler approach. Too late now, but she'd make it up to the girl tomorrow by being the first one to break ice and apologise.
As Hermione walked down a set of stairs a faint scent of cloves and sandalwood caught her nostrils, and finding it to her liking she inhaled deeply. It was familiar, where had she-. Merlin, Tom smelt like that, and she-. So what if she liked the smell of the perfume, cologne, shampoo or whatever he used? It just meant they both admired the same things like the way they both loved potions, charms and dark arts, therefore their mutual preference of a fragrance wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
Soon a tall figure with its back to her meet her eyes and she knew without a doubt it was the dark lord. For awhile they walked in the same direction and Hermione couldn't help but feel some sort of tension bubbling up inside her. What was wrong with her? The dark lord was calm and none threatening right now so why was her brain acting all-, oh-, must be because the date to murder him was getting closer and the stress of it all was just getting worse. She took a deep breath and it made her feel loads better.
Tom suddenly changed direction from the usual route to the heads quarters and she wondered where he was going at this time until she remembered it was his turn to patrol Hogwarts. The remainder of her journey alone was a lot more relaxing, and upon arrival at her destination the effect was ruined by the painting guarding the heads quarters entrance. Inside the frame was a crowd whispering and amongst them was a woman with a peacock feathered headpiece. Realising her presence they all stopped talking and Persephone came forward with a smile on her face.
"Password" the goddess asked cheerfully, and ignoring her Hermione stared at all the painted people with a suspicious expression. The peacock woman had been staring at her earlier today and now she was here. Last time another painted woman had done that and then she was also seen in Persephone and Hades painting. Could it be a coincidence or was there some sinister reason? Were they all spying on her?
"Password" Hades said this time and she momentarily closed her eyes. Bloody hell, she was going nuts. She was reading way too much into acts that must be identical due to chance and getting paranoid for no reason. Arrgh, was today the national mind fucking day or something.
"Medusa" She said tiredly.
After the door clicked open she walked inside the heads common room and then progressed into her room. Hermione felt like reading the Horcrux book but the headache pounding away at her skull put her of. After getting changed into her night clothes she crept into her bed and extinguished the candles magically. A dim purple light from the corner of her room caressed her closed eyelids. But her exhausted brain didn't find it alarmingly foreign after repeated exposure to it for many nights, and after a few seconds she fell fast asleep.
Monday at breakfast the Ravenclaws appeared to have forgotten she'd lost them a 100 house points, and after she'd made up with Susan she'd eaten peacefully listening to the girl's chatter about some fashion designer. In potions she found Tom to be in a good mood and was glad of it. Halfway through the class she realised he was telling her a lot more things than he usually did. Was this because he now falsely thought she was super intelligent and therefore with a brain worthy enough to understand it, or was this the result of not making him angry and thinking he was in control for a prolonged period? Whatever the reason, life was so much easier when she pretended to be submissive, and dare she say, even a little enjoyable.
In the afternoon she visited the room of requirements and as expected she found the potion had turned silver. Humming the tune to her favourite song with an expression of happiness she stored the metallic liquid in a glass bottle and then she cleared everything away. After arriving at her room she hid the potion in her trunk, then she took out the object cursing book and read up on the spell again. It was simple, smear the potion on the broomstick and the activation object, and then cast a spell on both of them. The final step was to cast another spell on the activation object and the broomstick would automatically start to throw of the passenger. She needed an activation object, what should it be? It would have to be something discrete and easy to carry. Also, it couldn't be something that would raise suspicions. So it had to be something that could be worn in plain sight, not be heavy and be easy enough to hide if needed. With her brain in search mode she glanced at her wrist to check the time and also found the answer there. The wrist watch, it was perfect to use as the activation object.
Now, for the next step she needed the broomstick. After a second the colour drained from Hermione's face and she ran a hand through her hair with wide eyes. Oh, God. She needed Tom Riddle's broomstick but how was she supposed to get her hands on it? Why hadn't this problem bloody occurred to her till now? Okay, think calmly. She'd seen it on him when he went to practice quidditch and when he'd returned from practicing, therefore it was obvious the broom was being kept in his room.
Merlin, oh, fuck. She'd have to sneak into his room and that was as good as attempting suicide. If the dark lord found her in his room he'd definitely kill her, she was sure of it. With her brows creased she thought and thought of another option and found nothing but dead ends. Crap, there was no other fucking way than breaking into his room. How on earth was she supposed to know when he wouldn't be in his room? Even if the room was empty what were the chances that Tom wouldn't walk in seconds later? Hermione stood up and paced in front of her bed for awhile. Holy mother Mary, all her hard work and planning couldn't have been for nothing. She had to somehow make this work, she had to kill him. But she couldn't risk it by carelessly walking into his room. No, she would have to plan out her next step very carefully. Hermione tried to come up with something but her brain felt fried, plus she didn't have much time as she had to get to her afternoon classes.
At night she sat staring at a candle flame for a while but a solution didn't come to her. She yawned before sitting on her bed and then she rubbed her temples. Maybe she wasn't coming with something concrete because she was too tired. Promising herself she would find the answer tomorrow she crept under the covers and then she put out the candle lights. The purple glow from the chrysanthemums radiated in the darkness like a comforting nightlight, and being used to its presence Hermione drifted into a deep sleep without even registering it.
Thank you for your reviews everyone. Hope this new chapter is likeable, I haven't proof read it that much so please excuse any errors. Please leave reviews as they let me know what your thoughts are of the chapter and they also make me update faster.
If any of you watch supernatural, their latest episode, 8x12, had Albertus Magnus mentioned in it. I was like, 'yes, Tom's further uses of dragon's blood book's author got mentioned' (Chapter 24),
By the way, Albertus Magnus was a real alchemist back in old times.
If any of you watch vampire diaries look away if you don't want spoilers for their latest episode 4x12.
I am supper mad at Julie Plec, how could she have written the episode like that?
1st of all they shouldn't have killed Kol, not because he was super hot, but as a character he had a lot of potential and it would have been wonderful to watch his character development on screen.
2nd Kol was an original vampire so how could Elana, a newbie vamp and Jeremy, also a newbie hunter easily manage to kill him.
I really hate this, when writers spontaneously change the rules that don't make any sense. In past episodes the originals were portrayed as almost unstoppable, Elijah an original used to scare the crap out of Katherine who was turned in the 1800s I think, he was shown easily beating Damon who is a couple of hundred years old. A Vervain grenade did almost nothing to him so why did it hurt Kol so bad? Elijah, Klaus and even Rebecca could swat away vampires like flies, but Elijah was the best one in my opinion when it came to action scenes. He had a cool way of doing it that made it seem effortless on his part, and his high moral approach with lines like 'you have my word' makes you want to just melt.
Back to the point, killing Kol in this way did not do justice to his character and makes no sense what so ever since he was an original who got killed by a new vampire and a new hunter. And that should not have been possible if the author was following the rules of the universe she created in the beginning.
Another thing, Elana was meant to be good and kind hearted. She couldn't stand to feed off humans or kill them because she had empathy. But in this episode she emotionlessly comes up with a plan to commit vampire genocide, because killing Kol kills all the vamps that were ever sired from his bloodline. She doesn't even show remorse or even think of a second option like daggering him to put him in a coma instead. Stefan and Damon are good vamps in her eyes and she loves them but what about the vampire genocide she carried out, there must have been a lot of good vamps she killed and took away from their loved ones. How could she be so heartless and remorseless? Julie Plec how could you give Elana's character a complete personality change?
Julie also needs to put Klaus and Caroline together, clearly there are feelings and attraction there. She said in an interview it wouldn't be good because Klaus is a mass murderer. I know but he isn't a 2D only evil character either, why show us in the previous episodes he is capable of having feelings for her if you're going to stop with, he's a killer, he has no feelings.
Klaus takes what he wants, he could have easily compelled her and had his way with her, but no. He waits for her to truly want him, smiles at even the smallest affection he gains from her and, on some level he even takes verbal abuse from her without hurting her back. He gave her his blood when she was dying of a werewolf bite, he drew a picture of a horse for her because she likes them, gave her a bracelet, a dress for the ball, blackmailed her into a date with him and even rescued her when the council kidnapped her.
Clearly there are feelings there otherwise Klaus wouldn't have done those things and Caroline wouldn't have gone along with it because she didn't put up that much of a fight and on some level she did act back. So just because he's evil or a mass murderer doesn't mean he can't love. If you watch the TV show Dexter, his character proves that. Hopefully, Julie will come to her senses and put them together.
Sorry everyone about the rant, just so angry with the writer of the vampire diaries.
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