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This chapter is decently longer than the other. Not gonna lie, there is zero rhyme or reason for how I decide chapters, so some will be longer and some shorter. I hope you enjoy it none the less.
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We get a little of her history in this chapter and learn a little more about who/what she is.
Chapter 5
Her hair was curled, and pulled up in an elegant braided bun. Select pieces fell down like feathers of a raven. Her makeup was subtle, almost natural. She truly didn't need much to look radiant. There were slight hints of gold in her eye shadow which was paired with a pale nude lip. Her dress was the real masterpiece. It had a silken red ball gown skirt with a thick sash, of the same material, wrapping around her lower waist and upper hips. Her upper body was covered in a nude mesh. It came part way up her neck, and all the way down her arms. On top of the mesh were strategically placed red rose appliqués, the same fabric and colour as the skirt. The gown was elegant, but edgy due to the semblance of uncovered skin. The bright scarlet colour contrasted beautifully with her midnight hair, and ice blue eyes.
When she arrived at the ball, the doors opened for her, and heads turned. She saw her father and uncle look over at her with love in their eyes. Whenever she looked particularly beautiful Damon wore a smug grin. He was truly satisfied that he created something so beautiful.
She'd begun walking into the room to look for people she knew, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and almost died seeing the man in front of her. It'd been ages since she'd seen him and honestly believe him dead. The first night they'd met raced through her mind.
"What is a ravishing lady like yourself doing in a dreary place such as this?" An accented voice asked.
She turned to the man, ready to tell him to leave, when she noticed a glint in his eyes. It reminded her of her father, so she decided to get to know the fellow, or at least give him a chance. "I was once told by a bird that true happiness can be found in the most unassuming places."
His smirk grew as she spoke, "I don't know about true happiness love, but I promise a night of pleasure."
"Are you always so forward, Sir? And if so, does it ever work?" She winked at him while speaking.
He laughed. "Generally yes, it does work," He flagged down a bartender, "May I buy you a drink, darling?"
Soon after, they become quick friends. They stayed that way for three years. They were supposed to attend a New Years eve party together in New Orleans, but he never showed. She always believed he was dead. And now, nearly a century later here he was. Standing in front of her. One of the best friends she'd ever had.
She gaped at him for a what seemed like an eternity. Her trance was only broken when he spoke. "Sarafina?" He seemed just as shocked to see her as she was to see him. Truthfully they'd never discussed the fact that she didn't age. He must have expected her to be long since dead.
She slapped him, drawing the attention of many. Her mouth opened to yell at him, when another voice cut her off. "Perhaps Kol, we should take this discussion else where." The man who spoke looked like an elder, more regal version of Kol. She surmised it was one of his brothers. He looked at her like he thought she was going to blow up or break down. She almost laughed at the realization that he thought she was one of Kol's ex-lovers.
Kol nodded and led her out of the room. She made eye contact with her father and uncle and shook her head. She did not want them involved in this and she was capable of handling him on her own.
Once the three of them were in a private room, a library it appeared to be, she reached out to strike him again. This time, however, he caught her hand. "Now, now darling. I'd rather missed how rough you liked to be."
"Oh my God. Kol. It's-s actually you." Tears welled up in her eyes. She quickly shook them away. Her anger flared up. It burned through her veins, she'd never felt so betrayed and forgotten. "I mourned you! I thought you died! You bastard! How dare you?" She practically screamed. When she lunged for him, she found a firm arm around her waist. The elder brother held her back. Instead of being infuriated, as she normally would be, she found that his touch gave her a sense of calm. It brought her back to the present and her surroundings. "Where were you?" She sounded broken. The man now held her up instead of back.
Kol stepped forward and nodded at his brother. He ran his hand down her face, while the older man stepped away. "I was dead." Her eyes finally met his. "My brothers drove a dagger through my heart and locked me in a coffin. I only just awakened. If I thought you to still be alive, I would have found you."
Elijah had never seen this side of his brother. He was curious as to the woman's relationship with the mischievous Mikaelson. He'd never seen him tender. He honesty assumed she was some scorned lover, but now he knew whomever she was she held a place in his unloving brother's heart. For the first time, since they'd daggered Kol, Elijah truly wondered if it had been the wisest course of action. They ripped the youngest brother from this girl and that was not fair to her.
"Oh my God. You're an Original. For fuck sakes, Kol. That seems kinda big to not ever tell me. I swear to God, when I find a way to kick your ass, oh boy! I will enjoy it. Lying and leaving me. Ugh. You, you irritating little shit." She started pacing while ranting at him. She raised her hands to run them through her hair before remembering it was done up for the ball and she could not mess it up. Instead she threw her arms in the air dramatically.
Kol laughed at her, while the older man simply raised an eyebrow. "I was not the only one keeping secrets little witch. Although I did miss your dramatics, how are you still alive, over a century later, with not an added wrinkle or grey hair?"
Sarafina stopped dead in her tracks. Her voice sounded small when she finally spoke. "I don't know. I've asked witches, no one knows. Or if they do, they won't tell me. The spirits won't tell me." When she looked at him, she realized he believed her. Kol, the ever suspicious, kill first ask later brother, believed her.
This shocked the elder man as well. He was now even more curious. He cleared his throat to gain their attention. "Pardon my dear, as my brother lacks manners," He stepped forward and took her hand. Her stunned and somewhat shameful expression locked on their hands. She'd forgotten he was there. "Allow me to introduce myself, Elijah Mikaelson." He brought her hand to his lips.
There was a hum where his skin touched hers. With Kol, she'd had a similar experience. When Kol's touch felt like a dark energy, somewhere between the evil energizer bunny and a sugar high. Elijah's felt like the soothing waves of the ocean, and when his lips touched her hand, the sensation enveloped her body. She had to suppress a shudder. "S-sarafina." She shook her head to clear it. "I'm sorry, I completely forgot my manners and your presence. I hope you don't think I'm a crazy person."
Kol laughed. "Sara, you're certifiably insane." This earned him a death glare, which quickly broke into a chuckle from the lady.
Elijah disregarded his brother's comment, and smiled at the girl. Her eyes returned to his, and her beauty struck him even more clearly then when she'd walked in. He'd been amazed to see her enter. He knew the majority of the residents of Mystic Falls and he'd never seen her. "My brother has that effect on many."
To this she laughed, while Kol let out an offended snort, only causing Sara to laugh harder. "I believe I have monopolized enough of your time. Elijah. Kol. We should return to your party." She turned to Kol lifting her arm for him to slide his through. "I would apologize for hitting you, but truth is. I'm not sorry." All three left the room with a laugh. For Kol and Sara it was a full blown laugh, where as Elijah merely chuckled.
Once back in the main area, Elijah left them to attend to his party, while her and Kol made their way to the bar. As if in sync, they both ordered a bourbon. She was so relieved to see him, she did not notice Elena's appearance. Nor did she notice her family flock to her. Kol however had.
"Pretty girl." He commented.
She followed his gaze and scoffed. "She looks like someone I'd love to see dead."
Kol turned to her slightly surprised. "Katerina?"
"Yes Katherine. Although, she clearly follows in the doppelwenches footsteps." She motioned towards Elena. She now had a Salvatore on each arm.
Kol looked on with a smirk. He knew of the Petrova habits, and revelled in the chaos it caused. Solely if it avoided his family. Which it rarely did. "Ah, the Salvatores. Truly pathetic how they fall into past mistakes."
"Kol, I may love you, but watch your tongue." She sipped from her glass. "I don't disagree, but that is my family you insult."
This caught Kol off guard. He quickly stood in front of her, shock written across his face. She realized her mistake. She had never informed him of her surname, nor her family ties. "The Salvatores are your family?"
Before she had a chance to answer, Elijah motioned Kol to the stairs. He walked away grumbling. Their entire family stood on the staircase in full view of their guests. She has to admit they were gorgeous. She wondered if they got hotter after they became vampires. She'd completely zoned out, until she felt Kol's hand in hers.
"May I have the honour of dancing with you?" He asked her.
"Why yes Kol, you may." She winked and they proceeded to take their places in the dance hall. She was glad she knew how to dance. Along with gymnastics and martial arts, she'd learned as many forms of dance as she could. She did not carry the strength and grace of a vampire, so she did all she could to produce it.
She noticed Stefan dancing with a middle aged woman, Damon was dancing with Elena and Caroline was paired of with whom she could only assume was Klaus. His blonde hair and blue eyes gave him away. Damon noticed her and gave her a questioning look. He did not look pleased at her dance partner. She shrugged and turned her attention back to Kol. He had noticed the entire exchange, and found it amusing how she seemed unbothered by the fact that she was dancing with one of the most powerful vampires in existence.
As always, they danced in silence, simply enjoying the experience. They had danced many times in their friendship at any parties. This was no different. Both held immense skill on the dance floor, honed by years of experience. Normally she relished in having him as the only equal partner she found, but this night, the dance was different. She was enjoying his arms around her, his body against hers. It felt like a dream to have Kol back in her life. This dance warmed her heart.
Kol held her a little closer than a waltz would generally allow, which she decided to ignore. If she commented, his plan to fluster and irritate her would undoubtably work. "To answer your previous question, yes, they are family." She winked at him, before being spun into the arms of her next partner.
The moment their hands touched, she knew who she was dancing with. Elijah. Her eyes snapped to his and she could not suppress the shudder that ran through her body. Her eyes were seemingly locked with his, incapable of moving.
His voice broke her haze. "I overheard part of your conversation with Kol. You expressed how you are family of the Salvatores. I was unaware they had any relatives."
"Ah, well yes, they don't like to brag. Eavesdropping is quite unbecoming of you, noble Elijah." She smiled and gave him a wink. "Damon is my father, and Stefan my uncle. Although over the years Stefan has become more of a brother, and Damon, a thorn in my side." She laughed to herself. She heard a couple other snickers around her signalling that many of the vampires were listening to her conversation. "Well, now that I have everyone's attention, the story for the town will be that we are siblings."
Elijah's face broke into a grin at her announcement. He found her rather amusing and intriguing. She did not seem bothered by what they were, nor by who he and his siblings were. It was rare to find anyone with no fear of them. Those that did not fear them, were generally naive or did not know who they were. However, Sarafina appeared to completely understand who they were, yet she treated them as she would anyone else. This probably would have irritated them, but they all seemed more intrigued by it. Elijah valued it. He liked the idea of being simply Elijah, instead of Elijah Mikaelson, Original and brother to Niklaus.
She noticed her father's look of confusion, and she assumed it had something to do with Elena no longer being on the dance floor. She had seen her leave with Stefan. Sara understood her need to speak to Esther, so she was not worried.
She was then spun into the arms of someone she did not know, and who clearly didn't matter in the grand scheme of Mystic Falls. She was polite and up held light small talk, but was eternally grateful when the dance ended.
The night progressed like any other social event. Sarafina mingled with the people of the town and had an interesting chat with the Mayor. She knew the woman had been fishing to see how much she knew about the supernatural, and she surprised the middle aged woman by telling her, quite frankly, that she was Damon's daughter, and that her and Damon held no secrets. Many other people seemed interested in talking with her, most likely because she was the new one in town. Much to her surprise, the Originals as well as the Scooby gang, did not pester her for information. Most likely because they didn't want the other team knowing anything, or they had other things on their mind.
She'd caught a few minutes with Kol at the bar and had spoken to Elijah as part of a larger group, but otherwise saw very little of those she knew. She was slightly bored, but she enjoyed the night none the less. It helped her get better reacquainted with her home town. She had always been one to love a party, especially when she got to dress up. Balls had always, and would always be her favourite or perhaps masquerade balls, but they were still balls.
Her evening was interrupted however by Esther descending the stairs and leading them all in a toast. "Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy then to see my family back together as one. I'd like to thank you all for being a part of this spectacular evening. Cheers!"
Her toast was answered by a chorus of, "Cheers!"
Throughout the night she'd sporadically felt the slight tingle of magic being performed. Her slight intoxication did not allow her to pin point the origin, nor any other information about it. However the glass in her hand hummed with the vibrations of dark magic. She pretended to take a sip, as everyone else drank, and went towards the bathroom. She dumped the liquid in a plant on the way.
Walking back into the foyer, she caught a glimpse of her father having a heated argument with the doppelgänger. She did not miss the look of pain that flashed across his face. Knowing him as she did, she followed him when he left the room.
She found him on the balcony just as he threw Kol off. She didn't have time to think. She leapt off the balcony, shifting to a wolf in mid air. She landed just beside them, and tackled Damon off of Kol. Placing herself between them when they stood up.
Hearing the commotion, Stefan ran out of the house, quickly followed by the Mikaelsons and Elena. All present had varying levels of shock. Damon was shocked that his daughter had stopped him, which was only over shadowed by the hurt Elena caused and how his daughter had stood against him saving Kol. Stefan was irritated at his brother, shocked that his niece had shown herself so openly and relieved that Damon wasn't able to do something stupid. Kol was shocked that Damon had almost gotten the better of him, but smug that his friend had saved him. The rest of the Originals were shocked to find a wolf in their yard in between Damon and Kol.
Damon tried lunging towards Kol, clearly not having seen the new arrivals to the party, but was quickly stopped when the wolf repositioned itself in between them, and huffed.
Stefan interrupted Damon's craziness by yelling at him. "Damon! Are you crazy?"
This pulled Damon back from his staring match with his daughter. "Maybe a little." His eyes scanned the crowd before falling on Elena. "Far be it from me to cause a problem." His eyes never left hers as he spoke that last part. His slowly eyes shifted back to the wolf. Thinly veiled emotions teeming below the surface. He looked as if he was going to speak, but he quickly turned his back and walked away.
Thank for reading. Please review. - Nicole