Okay, wanna know what I really don't like about this app? I have no idea how to reply at comments. So, I'll do this in here: thank you for saying this! I am so glad you like my story!
Also, I am sorry! I remembered her name wrong and didn't check. I was so sure it's Grenda... thanks for letting me know!
Today it was. The full moon will rise in less than six hours and when it does, a game more hazardous than russion rulette will begin. With players so unusual and diverse that would make history.
Bonnie talked to Grenda and so Elena could contact Klaus and surrender. The grand plan of Elijah Mikaelson was to let the sacriffice happen and kill the hybrid while he shifted, a time he is vulnerable. The original with soft brown eyes and dark hazelnut hair provided some sort of potion that would protect the doppleganger and allow her to come back from the dead.
Many years ago, he tried the same with Katherine. Katerina. He fall for the woman who wore his long late lover's face, Tatia, and wanted her to live. His brother couldn't care less and wouldn't let anything ruin the spell.
"Love is a vampire's greatest weakness, brother. And we are not weak. The girl must die."
Is what Niklaus Mikaelson said and Katerina overheard, leading to her transformation into a vampire and running from the hybrid's anger.
"How can we be sure it will work." Stefan asked one day. Elijah didn't answer. Truth be told, there was nothing certain about it. Just hopes. Therefore, Jeremy offered his sister his own ring that did the exact same thing Alaric's does. Revive the owner. Those two rings has been in the Gilbert's family for decades, protecting them from death as they hunt supernatural creatures across the land. Now, it should protect Elena from becoming an offering for a bad man's ritual.
Of course, the ring won't work on a supernatural being, such as a doppleganger. So Bonnie had to look for a backup plan for Elena's return from the Other Side.
As Celia expected, Damon couldn't stay still this time 'round either. He force fed his brother's girlfriends his blood, thinking that after her death, she will surely come back to life that way. Except, Elena didn't want to be a vampire and Bonnie already found a way to shield her.
After Caroline basically pushed Damon into the Grill to reason with Klaus and ask for a delay untill the next full moon, the whole place turned into a fight ground. Of course, the original won and now, Elena could only hope Damon's blood was out of her system as she walked to the clearing in the forest where the sacriffice would happen.
Grenda stood there, chanting. Numerous candles lit the black night with their thin flames, dancing in the waft of the wind, trembling like they knew the terrible use they had. A white, large circle drawn on the grass awaited patiently for all elements to be in their place.
Elena walked unsure of her legs, leaning on Stefan while Damon cast a seepish look to her back. He feld bad and ashamed for his impulsive act, but strangely enough, didn't want to take it back. If the blood was still in her veins and Bonnie's spell or Elijah's potion failed, his beloved Elena would still be fine.
Seemingly, there were only two people leading the doppleganger to her dismay. Her brother and best friends stayed home to care for Alaric or to be spared from watching her die. It is a horrible sight, to see a loved one gave their final breath, even if you knew they'd come back.
On Klaus' side, Grenda and tow more people with face covered by a brown bag on their heads greeted the few representatives of Mystic Falls gang. But behind a tree, a tall figure, lean yet sinewy, hide. Elijah, the older brother, peeked at the events unfolding near him. He only waited for the perfect time to act. When all three sacriffices, the doppleganger, a werewolf and a vampire, laied motionless at the hybrid's feet and the curse broke, Klaus should turn. And when he does, the noble original could strike and kill him in that vulnerable state.
The vampire always dressed up for some fancy ocasion was not the only unexpected guest. In the bushes surrounding the clearing, a young witch crunched to keep herself out of sight. Celia thought wise to witness to the ritual, ready to siphon whatever magic out of control.
Elena stepped inside the circle. The Salvatore brothers kept their careful eyes on her as she stared deep into Klaus' blue orbs with hatred and defience. He only smiled at her like he did for the short period of time she lived with him in that disgustingly common apartment. His smiles always hide something, be it a happy curve of his lips, or a malicious grin. This time, he was pleased of himseld, but also, a cruel spark light up his whole face.
The brunette girl soon found out why as, with a swift twirll of her hand, Grenda flew off the bags from the two people's heads. The gesture revealed two women, a werewolf from the pack that captured Caroline, Celia noticed, and Jenna. Sweet, kind, sassy aunt Jenna.
"No!" Elena yelled all of a sudden. She only told her aunt about the supernatutal world three or four days ago and she was already in trouble because of it, as her niece feared.
Jenna screamed, unable to stop herself as long fangs pierced her neck. Her faith would be a repetition to the lady werewolf that died before her. The young aunt felt warm blood dripping down her neck.
The woman let out a high pitched cry when fire reached her feet through the summer shoes she wore. Hungry, the red and orange serpents climbed up, higher and higher on her restrained body, tied to a long, vertical, piece of wood. It ate the thin fabrics of her short summer dress, her flesh and skin, grey, fragrant smoke flying around her.
Jenna thought it was funny how only threads of her blood made it on her neck and clothes. The rest falling dirrectly on the ground, forming a little pool at her feet. It's probably because Klaus didn't want to feed on her, only to empty her of the red liquid, so instead of swalloing it, he let it drip on the ground.
Warlocks, witches and their kids alike watched the head of the coven's wife burning alive. Few mothers covered their children's eyes, others completely turn them around to face the horrid scene only with their backs while fathers carressed their darlings arms, tucking their heads in their shoulders. One of the rules of the coven has been broken by the punished woman and she must now die.
Celia's vision clouded with tears and she struggled to keep her eyes open and her mind grounded in the present. But her memories kept resurfacing, taking her back to the night her mother died. Klaus' blank expression reminded her of her father's face when he sentenced her mother to death. The head of the coven found out their little secret and ordered her mother execution.
By the Hell's coven laws, not only his wife should have died, burned alive on the stick, but his kids too. Allysia, their mother, insisted, though, that Aaron, Rey, Charlotte and Celia knew nothing. Obvioulsy a lie, Tanos decided to let it pass, for he needed heirs.
"No! Please, no!" Elena begged to deaf ears. She lost so much already, from her adoptive parents to her birth parents and now she was losing her aunt. Too much for her to take, she collapsed on the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably on her cheeks. She murmured and yelled in between hicups, pleading with Klaus to spare Jenna.
"Daddy, don't!" Little Rey, the youngest sibling squirmed in Aron, the oldest, arms. The boy had just turned eight, his sister should be four in five weeks and Charlotte and Celia, the twins, were six.The kids, forced behind their father, tried to convince him to forgive their mother. Aron stopped first, disconnecting from the reality afyer he came to the conclusion they could do nothing.
He picked Rey up, the three years old confused, not understanding a thing, as tears kept flowing from her brown eyes.
They all had brown eyes, only the shade differs. Aron, blonde and tall for his age, had the most beautiful caramel eyes. Rey's amber ones, big, round and innocent, could melt someone with their cuteness. Especially since their owner was a chubby ray of sunshine, reaching only to her sisters' knees. The tiwns had the darker ones of them all. Almost black, the brown colouring their irises was so soft, it invited people to trust them, to listen to them or to let their worries chased away by the little, short at height girls with dark brown curly hair.
Charlotte took her little sister's hand, linking herself to her siblings for support. None of them said it outloud, but they must think it. It's her fault.
Feeling the end closer and closer to her, Jenna made a supernatural effort to catch Elena's attention. Words formed in her mind with great hardship and, even more difficult to speak them, Jenna managed to sooth her niece.
Celia wanted to tear her gaze form the morbid show, but couldn't. She feared that if she doesn't take in her mother's features, she will forget them. And the six years old already miss the brave, good at heart woman.
Following her motherly instincts, the witch looked at her children and smiled. Sending them hope, reasurence and courrage with that last sign of happiness, so odd on her face in the situation at hand. Charlotte took Celia's arms too, creating a bond between the siblings, to support each other.
They all shoock with cries. Despair, defeat, deep sadness draw out countless tears. But at their mother's smile, they nodded their heads. A solemn, sacred promise to her.The fire engulfed her whole and the coven let out simultaneously a breath they were all holding in from the beggeing of the execution.
Jenna nodded to her niece, right one moment beofore she dropped dead. Klaus sighed, pleased with himself and speed to Elena, yanking her up on her feet.
Celia's father pulled her and her siblings away to their house, not letting them say the prayers for his wife, nor to say good-bye. He had a stern look on his face and it was the moment they all made a decision that changed their lives, refusiing to stay one more moment close to the man who murdered slowly and painfully their mother, right in front of them.
"Thank you, Elena," the hybrid said in the doppleganger's ear. Too numb to do anything else after she just saw her aunt's slow and painful death she stared at her body, not even feeling when Klaus tilted her head and bite her.
Celia couldn't take it anymore. The teenager soon to he seventeen crawled under leaves and through mud, geetin into the forest. She stopped there overwhelmed. Bringing her knees up to her face she wip in silence, remembering too many things she wished to stay hidden for longer. Elena's loss brought back feels of her own. All the doppleganger had, was her adoptive brother. All Celia had was her adoptive sister.
Back in the clearing, Klaus let Elena fall limp on the grass, brushing pointlessly a drop of blood from his chin with his thumb. His wholesome mood was about to change, though, when Elijah made his presence known by attacking him. But Celia, catching briefly pieces of pleas from a brother to another, fell numb into oblivious, wishing the blackness that folds around tired minds to take her under it's protective wings.