Lydia poured herself a glass of whiskey and stepped into the Salvatore back yard. Sipping, Lydia thought about how she had gotten here; how all of them had gotten here.
She was supposed to be prepared for this. Her mother and Grandmama had trained her for her entire life but she had spent the last six years amending those plans.
"I'll fix this," she spoke out loud.
"Yes, you will," she heard behind her and the world went black.
Tatia looked in on her descendants. Why? Why had her life gone this way? Why was her soul doomed to fall in love with people who hurt her, and whom she hurt more.
Emiliyah, her first life, had fallen in love with Silas and had thought they would live together until old age would take them; watching over their children and grandchildren. That hadn't been enough for Silas. He had become consumed with the idea of eternity.
Emiliyah hadn't wanted to live forever. It took the surprise of each new day away; the desire to spend all of your time together when you new time went on forever; it took away your accomplishments and precious moments.
Emiliyah hadn't wanted to live forever, and yet, somehow her soul had lived more than a dozen lifetimes in one carnation or the other. Because her soul was tied to his. Silas's spell had ensured her longevity because soul mates could not live without the other. But Emiliyah had refused to continue on with Silas after he proposed his spell.
What about their children? He didn't want any. Not if it meant sacrificing forever with her. She had clutched her belly when he told her that, already pregnant although he didn't know that. He chose her over their future children; she chose her child over him, and he cast his spell prepared to spend eternity with her and she stole away in the night. Emiliyah wouldn't be part of his madness.
She hurt him.
Then she was reincarnated, time and again, until she was born Tatia. Oh, how that had turned out. Loved by two brothers; loving two brothers, and once again she hurt the person she was meant for.
She didn't know how or why, but she knew one thing. There was never just one soul mate. Their souls weren't cracked down the middle like those awful necklaces in the shape of a half a heart; they were like puzzle pieces, never creating a perfect fit, but creating an image. Soul mates were the people you traveled with time and time again, and her soul; pure and loving, always traveled with four soul mates.
The girl who had wanted to live, even from her first lifetime, would forever be soul mates with four men who were doomed to live for eternity: Silas/Stefan, Damon, Elijah, and Niklaus.
But there was one she loved above all else. One whom she wanted to save as much as she wanted to end the Petrova curse and see her descendants free.
"Stefan, I have the witch I believe is responsible for all our problems. Give me a call when you decide to get the answers we all seek," the brit left a message before ending the call.
"Brother," Elijah walked up to the girl and took the gag from her mouth, "what is the meaning of this?"
"Well, dear brother, if you must know this is the witch who trapped us in the basement of the Salvatore Boarding House using very old magic; magic only known and mastered by a very old, dead witch."
"You got me," she replied. "I'm really a thousand year old witch come back from the grave just to screw with you."
"See, brother, I've tried to compel our new acquaintance here to answer my questions but it seems she has vervain in her system."
"Then we must convince her to be forthcoming with us," Elijah responded.
"Not gonna happen, " Lydia smirked.
"Then we have no choice," Elijah sighed.
"Exactly what I was thinking," Klaus revealed a knife, "we'll just have to bleed her out until she's vervain free."
Lydia sucked in a breath, then she was screaming.