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Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. I am so glad you love this story as much as I do. This chapter is a little different for you all, but gives you a little bit of a back story into whom and what alexander wants. Enjoy!
Chapter 12
Alexander left the woods and made his way back to the motel he was currently staying in. It wasn't the nicest place in Savannah but he didn't care. He was there to get the Petrova Doppelganger and nothing more. The motel was ratty enough that no one would suspect the missing people. They were mainly prostitutes and drug dealers and they served his purpose of a meal and nothing more. He opened the door to his room and flipped on the light. Sitting on the bed was a woman with black hair and eyes to match.
"I take it didn't go so well?" she purred.
"Really, when did you pick up on that?" he said bitterly as he moved to the table and grabbed the cheap scotch from the table.
He unscrewed the lid and took a long pull. It wasn't the fine scotch he was use too, but it did the trick. However he wished it was enough to forget about his guest.
"No need to be rude. I told you the Petrova doppelganger would be harder to reach then you had thought" she replied as she brushed her hair away from her neck.
"So you did" he said dryly and took a seat.
"So tell me Alexander what is your plan now?" she asked him turning in his direction.
Damn her to hell, he hated her more than anything but knew she was the only witch strong enough to do what he needed. He also knew not to trust her but somehow they formed an alliance in the mists of everything.
"Well, I did happen to find out a little information regarding Elijah Mikealson" he told her smoothly.
"I told you messing with an original wasn't part of the plan" she warned him.
"Ah but you see, he is the key to getting the Petrova Doppelganger" alexander smiled.
"How so?" she asked him curious now.
"It seems the original has indeed fallen for the lovely Elena" she smirked meeting her eyes.
"He would never do something so foolish" the witch said to him.
"Oh come now Natasha, surely he would and did" he told her.
Alexander pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and clicked through it until he found the picture he wanted. He then tossed it to Natasha. She caught it easily enough and looked at it. Her face grew sullen.
"This changes the plan" Natasha told him.
"Indeed it does" he agreed.
"You do know that Elijah will let no harm come to Elena. He is the oldest of the Originals and has much more power than the others" Natasha told him.
"I'm counting on his reaction for what I have in mind" he told her smiling.
"What is it you have in mind" Natasha asked him.
"I'm going to kill Elijah Mikealson" alexander said absently.
"The plan was to take the doppelganger and use her, not to kill an original?" she lashed at him.
"Plans change" he told her calmly.
"I will not kill and original" Natasha said and stood moving her way to the door.
Before she could turn the handle alexander had his hand at her throat. Natasha didn't panic. She could handle alexander well enough.
"I believe you do not have a choice. The doppelganger's blood has the magical properties I need to become invincible and you my dear Natasha will do the spell and go with whatever plan I have in mind" he hissed at her.
Natasha closed her eyes and let her magic wrap around her. She pushed it out on to alexander and watched him fall back to the chair hissing in pain. Natasha quickly began a small chant. Suddenly she flung open the curtains and alexander cried out in pain as the sun's rays hit him on the face. His face began to steam with the sun and blister. Natasha looked at him and smiled.
"I gave you the gift of walking in the sun only because our goal was the same. The plans have changed and so do my choices. You will return to how you were when I met you. I will not kill and original especially the oldest and strongest. You are on your own, and know I can kill you with a single word alexander make no mistake about it. Do not cross my path" she whispered to him and opened the door leaving alexander curled in the corner.
When Natasha had left alexander fought the pain to close the curtains and block the sun. Damn her to hell for what she did. She took the one thing he needed most his gift of walking in the sun. He knew the Salvatore's possessed the rings to do so, but Natasha was the only witch he knew who could cast a spell that strong to give him the power to walk in the sun without the need of a ring. Now he was stuck using his skill and making his plans for night only. This pissed him off even more. He would kill Natasha the first chance he had and she wouldn't see it coming. Now he had to find a new witch who would go with his plan. There had to be one who didn't fear the original bloodline the way Natasha did. He still didn't understand why she feared the Original family. He had heard the stories over the past hundred years, of what they could do and how they came to be what they are. He had done enough research to know that his line didn't start with Elijah but with his brother Kol. Alexander was brought back into his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. He sent his senses out and found it to be a drunken drug dealer. He was getting quite hungry and would need the strength to search for the next witch. He calmly called out to the dealer. The door opened and the dealer stepped inside looking around the room, obviously for cash. He shut the door softly and turned only to find himself pinned against the wall by a now gruesome looking alexander. The dealer flared his legs and arms out but soon was frozen as alexander sunk his fangs into his throat ripping him open to feed. The blood was warm enough and the drugs had no effect on alexander. He growled and ripped again this time drinking deeper until the body went limp in his arms. He bit again severing the head from the lifeless body letting it fall at his feet. Alexander kicked the body aside and removed his shirt. A hot shower was exactly what he needed after feeding. He still had 3 hours until the sun was down and he could go searching for the witch who would help him with his Original problem.
