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"She's right. You know she is," his ghostly voice murmured to her.
"Oh, shush, you know you can't talk to me, especially now! What if someone notices me… you know? talking to myself?" she muttered back, sarcastically, her eyes surveying the room; to make sure no one had noticed her.
"But, sweetheart, you aren't talking to yourself, you're talking to me. And you know, I try to stay away when you're with your 'friends'"
"Well, why do you talk to me at all? Just leave me alone!" she hissed. After a few seconds, the feeling of another presence weighing down on the back of her head just disappeared. She glanced up, and only saw the walls.
He was gone. Minutely; she sighed, a bit disappointed he hadn't stayed.
Just a bit.
She's running. Running to escape everyone… She needs to see Tyler. Tyler will help. She loves him.
Tyler wasn't at the conference today; he said he had some werewolf work he needed to get done. Well, that could wait; because she needs him, she needs to talk to him, to feel him. She loves him.
There it is. The Lockwood Mansion. His very own house; since he has no family now. Klaus killed his mother…yet another reason why he is completely wrong for me.
Walking closer, she holds her breath, listening closely; the house should be devoid of any noise. Not even the consistent noise of a beating heart present. Yet, there is one, but not Tyler's, too slow and alive, to be his heart. No- no. She will not even consider that. Maybe he has some other werewolf in there and they are working on plans, she thinks, or plotting the murder of Klaus. Doing something important. He wouldn't do that though. He wouldn't cheat on her. He loves her, just as she loves him.
The door swings open, silently. It had been left unlocked. Silly Tyler; so forgetful. Always so engrossed in his work.
Step into the house now, high heeled footsteps clicking across the polished wooden floor. One step in. Two steps.
On the left, a shattered vase is lying on the floor; its once beautiful, ancient designs now cracked, waiting to be swept up into the garbage. Roaming around the rest of the first floor, no one's there, all the long, colorful curtains drawn; now colorless and black, lifeless. All the paintings looking bleak and dark, for darkness arises in the absence of light does it not?
Turn around, to the stairs. The carefully crafted mahogany stairs; leading up to the bedrooms; to Tyler's bedroom. Walking up the stairs, so familiar, so normal…so human.
She's been here so many times, so many nights, less and less nowadays; because he's pulling away, retreating into himself… it's ok, he needs his space, he's mourning.
She is finally at the top; the second floor. She knows the way by heart. She's reaches his room, his door, dim light streaming out from the crevices, creating a sort of rectangular halo around the door.
There are noises coming from behind; moans, grunts…of pain? Or of pleasure? She thinks, almost wincing at the thought. Take a deep breathe now Caroline. Ready yourself. He might be going through the changing in there, he might be in danger, forget your own problems, you may have to run. Hand up, on to door knob, turn, and push. Remember, despite whatever you see; you love him.
I love him.
Her body on top of his. He was the Alpha, she was the Luna…but not his, not that it mattered. Her long brown hair brushed against his shoulder. She moaned in pleasure. He was so involved in his lover, that he hadn't heard Caroline enter the house, and neither had he heard her open the door to his room. He did, however, hear her gasp of shock and disgust, as she saw him all of her thoughts changed and geared towards one thing…
I hate him
A loud puff of air escaped her lips, followed by a deep snarl that came from the pits of her stomach; rolling its way out of her, but getting stuck at her throat. A painful lump forming, forbidding her from screaming, or bursting into tears like she desperately wanted to "Tyler? What are you doing?" Her voice sounding small and timid, her overwhelming feelings threatening to break out in a sob. Instead of that she decided to first listen to his side of the story, and then she would express all her thoughts about his indiscretion.
"I-nothing. I-I-" he stuttered; clearly, he hadn't expected her to show up, nevertheless to find him with Haley.
"Well, obviously you're doing her," she said, motioning towards me, "the very naked werewolf girl who is desperately trying to cover herself with a blanket. How can you act like nothing's happening? I mean hello? I am right here; I'm not girly little Caroline anymore!" She snarled
"Caroline- it didn't mean anything- I-I lov-"
"What? You love me? She didn't mean anything? You don't want to break up? Try again? No!" Resentment, disappointment clear in Caroline's baby blue eyes, she steered all her questions towards me. "You little bitch!" I flinched at her words; I didn't know she and Tyler were together, he never told me; he said he wanted me, only me. "How long have the two of you been together? I know that the two of you met in the mountains; that was, what, five, maybe six months ago?" her eyes moved to point condemningly at Tyler. "And Tyler, you've been cheating on me with this werewhore for all this time, and you're reprimanding me for keeping one drawing that Klaus gave me? At least he cares about me! The same clearly can't be said for you!" Through Caroline's entire declaration, Haley had found her clothes, changed into them, and was slowly trying to sneak out of the room, not wanting to be caught in the middle of a fight, especially one between a vampire and a hybrid.
That, however, was the wrong thing to do, Caroline had now stopped talking and had noticed that Haley was leaving, and she was not going to let her go just like that. Haley suddenly found herself flying through the air and crashing into yet another vase before falling to the floor, the tiles cracking under the sudden force. Her head recoiled from the impact, she lay there for a few minutes, her supernatural senses picking up a change in the air. She gingerly turned her head to look at Tyler. His chest was vibrating, a low, throaty, animalistic growl coming from deep within. His usual dark brown eyes had been taken over by the typical lycanthrope gold, rimmed with red, his pupils enlarging, becoming blacker, more feral. His nails elongated; they had become sharp and strong. She glanced back at Caroline; the girl's energy was sapped. It looked like all her resentment and irritation towards Tyler and me is gone, leaving behind on hurt and disappointment.
"Don't touch her!" Tyler said menacingly, his words falling on deaf ears as Haley had gone numb all over, her head bleeding. The liquid that kept her alive, her life force, was slowly leaking out of her, drip by drip, making a thick, viscous puddle on the floor next to her, dying her hair, skin and clothes red.
In spite of all this, her eyes were still functioning and as that Haley watched on, Caroline's expressions changed to a somewhat fearful and slightly wary look. She took a deep breath, not even trying to escape. There was no use; hybrids are very fast and very strong. He would catch her before she was even out the door. A loud, piercing scream-more like a wail really-escaped Caroline's lips as Tyler harshly grabbed her neck and sunk his toxic fangs straight into the tender flesh of her neck, his poison entering her blood stream, causing a bout of dizziness to take over her senses.
Tyler breathed in her scent and took a large gulp of her sweet, sticky nectar. He could feel her heartbeat slowing, her veins and arteries drying up and yet before he could desiccate her completely, he was ripped away from her, and pushed, hard. A pair of hands came up to his face at inhuman speed and twisted his head sideways, effectively cracking his spine and turning his head in a way that instantaneously snapped his neck.
On the other side of the room; Haley was lying on the floor, her eyes wide open. With barely enough energy left to even blink, she closed her eyes for the last time and let out her last breath.
Cold. That's how I feel right now, just cold. Without the warmth of blood flowing through my veins, keeping me alive, keeping my heart pumping, keeping me functional; I feel dead. Well, more dead than normal anyway.
I can't move. I can't see, but I can feel and I can hear.
I can feel his venom coursing through my veins; I can hear him gulping down my blood. I can hear him being pulled away from me, his screams being cut off and the sharp snap of bones as they were twisted to the end of their resilience. I can hear Haley, her strangled, gurgled breaths; she's holding on to life but her tether to this world is breaking, fading away. I can almost feel it when she dies; when she passes from this realm to the other side… because it's my all my fault! Because I killed her. Because no matter how much I hate her right now; she was still an innocent, a young girl in her teens, and I have shortened her life. What gives me the right to do that? Who gave me the right to play God? I can feel the prick of tears as they swell out of my eyes and I can taste the salty water droplets in my mouth. I am cracked, I am broken; I cannot take this sadness, this remorse, it's eating me up, dissolving my insides and making me feel nauseous. I need it to stop! Stop-stop-stop-stop-stop!
Hyperventilating now, my breaths getting shakier, more panicked, her blood… I can smell it, and now, I can feel it. The pool of liquid has reached me, drenching my pale blue dress and then… I feel warmth, just warmth as a pair of strong hands encircled my waist from behind. At first I was scared that maybe it's Tyler, back to finish what he started, and I tensed, closing my useless eyes, and waited for the bite, for the pain.
But it never came. Instead a soft, comforting voice whispered in my ear, "It's ok, it's ok, I'm here now."
"Klaus." His name escaped my lips, like a sigh. I hear the sound of flesh tearing, and I can smell the rusty, metallic fragrance of fresh blood. His wrist, warm and alive, came to my lips. His voice urged me to drink, but I couldn't. Didn't he understand? I have given up. I don't want to live like this. This pain…I can't take it, I-I-
"Mmmmhhh," I made a moan of acceptance as the red liquid touched my lips. My tongue darted out to taste, and after all the blood loss, my body craved more; my fangs painfully cut through my upper gums, sharp like canines. Unconsciously, my lips wrapped around his wrist, and my fangs pierced his skin, into a vein. Drinking and drinking, the burn of the venom fading to a slight hum. I can feel a hand gently stroking my head, but I am already done, feeling his heart slowing and not wanting to hurt him. I detach myself from him and look up, able to see again, gazing straight into his light blue eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, probably 'thank you', but before I could, the world went blurry again, and my eyes rolled back into my head, taking me away with them.
Losing control of my limbs, I fall into his arms.
I can fight, but I can't win
She's in my head.
She's driving me crazy, I'm going insane
She's taken over, she's in control
My actions are not my own.
That girl, that girl in the mirror, she is not me. Her eyes, red, puffy cheeks, tangled hair. She's not me. Because now, she is smiling, creating a horrible demon with my face. I am Elena Miranda Gilbert, and I have been possessed.
Well…not exactly possessed. One could say that there is a stranger in my head. Her name is Qetsiyah; she is more than a thousand years old. Older than Klaus even. We released her on our quest to find the elusive cure. It doesn't exist of course. Qetsiyah may be in my head and while she can see my memories, I am slowly gaining access to her memories, it's been going on for a while now. Since I can't sleep while stuck here; in the limbo of my own head, all I can do is watch what's happening outside. And sometimes, when one of her memories is showing itself to me, the world outside goes blurry. Until now all I have been able to hear is her past thoughts, that's basically audio… and I have gathered quite a lots of information. I know now that the trail to the cure was all just a ruse, she created it to lure vampires, humans, werewolves even witches to it. Thousands have searched for it to no avail; the was problem always that they couldn't survive long enough to get all the way through.
Well, after all, that's how it was designed; only the smartest, strongest and the most powerful will ever find the right cave. We found it, the cave, but there was nothing inside…or so we thought. They were all there, both of them - Silas and Qetsiyah. We couldn't see them, but they could see us. Silas, the most dangerous of them all…did nothing. All he wanted was to escape, and to find his true love, Amara. But Qetsiyah, she wanted…wants… revenge. On Silas for cheating on her, and giving up on their love; and on Amara, for pulling Silas away from her, for stealing her man.
According to her, every person has a mate -every creature, human or vampire. But sometimes, when you find your mate, they have already found theirs. Not everyone is loved back by their mate, and when that happens the lone soul slowly goes insane. That is what happened to Qetsiyah. Her mate was-is-Silas, but Silas's mate is Amara. Qetsiyah and Silas were to be married; Amara was but just a servant, no one important, she was almost like Qetsiyah's hand maiden. Silas was never even supposed to lay eyes on her. But the moment he did, he knew, she was his and he was hers, forever. That night he stole the supposed wedding toast, the bright silver liquid, streaks of black swirling around in it, in a clear, crystal chalice.
It was the immortal liquid, one that turns humans from the living to the undead. They, however, unlike the line spawn from The Originals, do not have fangs and were created using white sorcery instead of dark magic. They use their super powers, which help them compel several thousands of people at once to do their bidding. Silas took the chalices, and fed Amara the liquid out of one, he drank the other. Nobody checked, or suspected anything…until the day of the wedding.
After that her thoughts are less helpful, less decisive. I am just waiting fo- Everything is getting blurry now, I-I can see an alter? I- Oh! This is one of her memories! Every day I re-visit Qetsiyah's memories, it's like a CD, once I have it, I can re-watch it. That's what I need to do anyway! To by heart them all.
Qetsiyah was wearing a beautiful wedding gown; sewn from silk, its pale gold fabric hugging her body, with a v-neck cut, and dark gold embroidered leaf shaped outlines over the entire fabric. Adding to its extravagance was an opaque, tinged gold upper body piece; draped over the shoulders in the front, and hanging low until the lower back. She held up her dress while stepping down the stairs, as to not fall, showing her bare feet as she walked to the alter, the centre of the stage.
Expecting to have Silas, her true love, waiting for her, she stood, a shy smile on her face as she slowly looked up…to find nothing but empty space in front of her. Before leaving, she spared a glance at the table which was supposed to hold the two immortality spells in cups. They weren't there either. After that it was all a bit hazy. In her memories I can see her looking for Silas, her dress getting caught on a thorn, and tearing. Then she is running. Looking down she sees her once magnificent gold gown, billowing around her thighs, mud and grass stuck at the bottom, the delicate fabric torn and ripped. Un-reparable.
She had looked everywhere but the forest. The place was dangerous, filled with creatures that would happily oblige and fulfill any death wishes. At night, the woods became even more wild; the tree's gaining frightening shadows and their branches suddenly seeming more like hands and the barks turning into spooky faces glaring at you. It turns into a type of maze, confusing, and getting out is almost impossible since nobody who enters ever lives to see the light of another day. But no matter she had thought, as she walked through the tangle of vines and into the woods, she was a witch, anything that came in her way would just be turned to ash.
She kept walking, leaving a trail of tiny golden shreds pinned onto thorns, and sharp, jagged pieces of bark. Her bare feet were slightly cut and bruised, crunching twigs and dried leaves under her weight. She was walking in near darkness, her eyes scanning the area, looking for any signs of life. She had just adjusted to the lack of light when a tiny, floating orb of blue light appeared in her line of sight. She hastened to find it. Walking at a much faster pace now, she had soon reached the source of the light. Sitting there in the middle of a small clearing were two figures. On their knees in the grass, their hands were entwined, each one holding a shimmering goblet to the other one's mouth. It was hard to focus on anything except the glimmering blue sphere floating above their heads. It was enchanting…almost 'magical'.
It was then that she realized what was happening. Her husband to be was with someone else, and not only that but he was performing the immortality spell with someone other than herself. Outraged, she ran forward, intent on stopping it, but she was restrained by an invisible barrier around the couple. She watched on as a zephyr stirred the mist heavy air around them to cause an almost surreal effect. They continued drinking, oblivious to her or the mist surrounding them. After a few seconds, they dropped the now empty cups. As they hit the grass, they shattered, fragments of the limpid, crystalline solid landing on the soft ground before liquefying, causing the ground around it to bloom bewitching shiny lavender flowers everywhere.
Finally the spell was over, and Qetsiyah was not going to let them get away. Immortal or not, they were still weak, unable to do anything until they fed. Qetsiyah was so resentful that at the moment she did not care for the consequences; she hastily conjured up a spell to knock out and capture the girl. As she chanted, the girl Silas was with turned to look at her, her doe brown eyes piercing her skin. A tiny tear trickled down the girl's cheeks as she disappeared into thin air, Qetsiyah's spell was working. Amara was now trapped, but not in a cave, no, neither on any place on this earth.
Amara, her mind, her soul, her body, everything was trapped inside Qetsiyah's head, unable to escape, unable to be free.
That is until now, of course. Right now, Amara could be anywhere. When we helped Qetsiyah escape from the cave- unknowingly, but still-she immediately took over me. I think it's because I look like her, like Amara.
Qetsiyah had it all planned out, of course. She knew something like this would happen. The only thing is that she didn't think of this. When she jumped into my head, Amara got released out of hers.
Now Amara is free, and I am stuck. Trapped in my own body, unable to move, unable to scream.
You know what they say… In space, nobody can hear you scream.
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