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elejahfanfic · 4 years

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The Vampire Files/4

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Part 4

AU story with tvd/to characters, but also with many others from different fandoms like Nick Amaro _Law&Order svu, that I am borrowing here. And Joel Goran from Saving Hope etc.

Main pairing_ Nick Amaro and Elena Gilbert

Nick and Elena are FBI Agents investigating supernatural activities and homocide caused vampires and demons.

Expect witches, demons, vampires. Inspired by X-files, Twin Peaks, and many other shows

tag_ @miguelsbrat thank you so much for your support and kind words.

thanks for reading xoxo ★(✿˘▿˘)

and _gifs are not mine

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“Amaro...I’m hit...I...my apartment buil...” Elena chocked, feeling her eyelids drop.

She stood n the midst of a vast darkness. There was a dull spotlight shining down on her.She glanced at her hands and feet, find herself wearing a white shirt and pants, the outfit she wore on the first day she started work as an Agent. What was going on? Fear hit her like a falling tree in an ice storm. The hair on the back of her head stood up. Suddenly it was pitch black. Her eyes could not penetrate the darkness no matter which way she turned. It was a complete shutdown of light, except for the dull light around her. Darkness weighed heavily on her shoulders. The darkness felt as if it was brooding and rotating about her. Muffled voices spelled out from her left and from behind her. A ripple of mocking laughter streamed over to her from the distance. Waves of rejection and hatred swept through her like the heavy stream from a fireman’s hose. She tried to ran away, but slammed into an invisible barrier.

The ambulance rushed Elena to the hospital. And Nick followed right behind. Seeing her down unconscious kicked him hard. This was not a random attack. The arrows were nothing he had ever seen. But now, his mind was just aimed at one thing- to hear if Elena was going to be all right. And so he ran inside the hospital as fast as he could explaining to the nurses who stopped him who he was, showing his badge.

And the nurses still wouldn't let him go beyond a certain point. He knew it, but something pulled him to go into the OR. She had known her just for a little while and yet for an unexplained reason she mattered to him greatly. He inhaled deeply and then sat down in the waiting area frustrated.He now dialled the Headquarters reporting on the accident.

Not long after Stefan and Valerie arrived. They were already investigating Jackson's murder and with Elena being attacked they found it to be correlated. Nick gave them the whole account of the day and the evening, especially the last couple of hours he and Elena spent before they parted.

"So, you have a clue as to who it might be? Whoever killed Kenner is after Gilbert!" Nick said straight faced.

"It could be, but might not" Stefan replied.

Nick knew that could very much be the truth, as he had read the report on the case Elena and Jackson were working on, which subsequently got him killed.

Would a shaman send strange hitmen using ancient arrows?!

Nick moved away from his fellow colleagues to get himself some coffee as he knew that the surgery would take a while. He was a very patient man but this time he wished he knew how Elena was doing that very instant.

Stefan notified Caroline, who came storming in.

Rebekah, being the resident orthopedic surgeon of the hospital, talked to the nurses, who gave her the paramedics report.

"How bad is it?" Caroline wanted to know.

"Punctured lung," Rebekah said,"should not be that bad- Gia and Vincent are the best specialist for these types of wounds"

"Seriously- does shit never stop?!" Caroline moaned- as she moved restlessly to the waiting area noticing Elijah talking on the phone mentioning Elena.

"Ah, so this is Nick Amaro?!" she thought sizing him up and then went up to him as he finished his phone call.

"Caroline Forbes." the blonde attorney she said putting her hand out to the Agent.

Nick shook her hand and said ,"Assistant District Attorney Forbes?"

"Yes. But I am not here on official business. Elena is my friend. I am here in that capacity." Caroline explained.

"Right." Nick nodded a little and it seemed she was not going to get anything more. So, the name vulture, really suited him, Caroline thought. Dark, repulsive, but compelling. Elena was right. Something about him was not like she had seen before.

Soon Rebekah joined them, who was now also introduced to the Special Agent.

“Does Elena have any family?” Nick said.

“Yes. An aunt. She lives in New York.” Rebekah replied.”I will give her a call.”

“It is not necessary. I think that the Bureau has probably already notified her.” Nick said.

It was so. Jenna, who lived in New York, was notified by the Field Director, and was on her way. And by the time she had arrived, Elena was out of the OR. Gia, the chief of surgery gave Stefan and Nick the recap of how it all went. Elena would recover.

Nick asked immediately if he could go and see her, which stunned all of them present.

Gia hesitated as he was not her next of kin.

"I am her partner!" Nick stressed, “I need to see her, please.”

Reluctantly, Gia gave him five minutes. As he left with the nurse, Caroline could not help herself, "Wow. He like knows her for five minutes and he is already out there?!"

“It’s an FBI thing. Partners have magical bond - it didn’t take him long to bond with her.”

Stefan then had to step in the conversation, "Well, she did invite him for beer and a pool game."

"They definitely bonded." Caroline remarked.

Nick walked in the ICU, and seeing her laying in the bed like a sleeping beauty, he wished for a moment it was him instead of her. Where was this coming from? Shock. But he was always so cool and collected. Everyone else was only a fellow Agent. She was so much more. He didn't understand why, but so it was.

"Gilbert," he said and now took her hand, swallowing hard. How and in what moment did she get under his skin, he couldn’t put the finger on.

"Nick Amaro?" Jenna said.

"Yes" he turned around.

A nurse now came in as Jenna just got in without permission, and so to clarify the situation she said to both of them, "I am Jenna Saltzman, Elena's aunt. And as her only next of kin, I believe I have the right to come in!"

"Yes, but you still needed to clarify it with us before" the nurse said.

"I drove three and a half hours to get here, dropping everything - get me the attending” the way she looked at the nurse made the woman resigne trying to explain to her that she could not stay in the room and went to look for a doctor.

"They say she will pull through" Nick then filled her in with the info he got.

"Yes, she will. She is a tough one,"Jenna then said walking over to Elena taking her by the hand gently, "I am here now."

Nick walked out giving them some privacy. Getting to know Elena's aunt made it clear where she got the feisty impatient part of her personality from. As Caroline said, yes, he and Elena bonded, that was true. He pictured her playing pool and nearly kicking his ass. Inside he said a little prayer for her, his heart wishing all the best.

In the ICU, a little while later, Jenna spoke to Vincent about the operation and as he went, allowing her to stay as long as she wanted, she made herself comfortable.

"Elena ,you should not have gone there," Jenna whispered worryingly,"they now know that you exist."

Flashback

Three months earlier, New Orleans

Elena walked in a bar looking for Luis Cyphre.

"Who wants to see him?" the woman behind the bar asked.

"Tell him Angel Heart." Elena said.

The heavily tattooed woman just swayed with her hand telling Elena to follow her.

The morning found Nick in the Bureau office. Caroline getting ready for work. Rebekah still sleeping. Stefan waited for his partner Valerie in the diner revising the Kenner-Gilbert case. Elena awake quiet looking at Jenna asleep on the chair. The Agent smiled a little, glad to see her there.

Flashback

Thirty years ago, after Miranda and Greyson's funeral.

"I will look after you and everything will be all right, I promise you that!"- Jenna said to the nine-year old child, who just nodded trying to cope with everything that had gone on-"New York is a magical, and you will really love it there. I so love it there."

And she had loved it there. But the demons didn't go away, nor the fact that she was the first born with the mark of the huntress. Jenna knew it. And she did all in her power to teach her all she had learned about her family and what they were since the beginning of time. At the age of sixteen Elena became a huntress with all the magic passed onto her the first hybrid moon after her birthday.

"Mmmhh" Jenna muffled a little bit as she moved opening her eyes rubbing her neck- smiling as she saw that Elena was awake now waving at her aunt a little.

"Oh, I fell asleep. How are you? Has it helped?" the woman referred to the potions she had given her earlier.

Elena nodded.

"Good. I couldn't give you more till they check you out. It would have been too suspicious." Jenna said.

"I know" Elena whispered.

"So, I met your new partner," Jenna then said, "he looks badass! You skipped a few points. He is so suave!"

Elena rolled her eyes a little. She was not surprised at Jenna's comment.

"He was really cut about you. So I don't really get why he is all wrong." Jenna referred to their conversation after she had returned from Mystic Falls telling her about Nick.

"He is not all wrong." Elena said.

"Oh, you changed your tune. Did something happen? Something I should know about?"

"Nothing happened. But he is right for the job." Elena replied.

"Right. Let me know when you are ready to tell me why he is suddenly all right for the job."

"He is one of them."

"What? When did you find that out?" Jenna couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I saw the mark. He is Bloodborne." Elena said.

"The Witcher?," Jenna said in amazement,"but they are extinct, or are they not? Aztec bloodline?”

"Yep." Elena muttered.

They wanted to speak some more, but the nurse came in followed by Gia, who could not believe how greatly Elena had improved. And then, Jenna had to do what she really didn't like much, she took a small crystal ball out of her bag compelling the surgeon and the nurse to let Elena go in a few days to home care.

As they left, Jenna now put her coat on, ready to leave herself.

“You rest and behave. And I will come and pick you up in a few hours.”

“Right. Get me ice-cream.” Elena said.

“You got it.” Jenna said and giving her niece a little wave, left the room, soon crossing Joel’s path carying a big bunch of balloons and an unicorn.

“Oh, please don’t tell me you and Elena made up?” Jenna shot a disappointed look at the surgeon.

“And what if we did?” Joel tilted his head narrowing his eyes at the Professor.

“Damn you if you hurt her again- that is all I’m going to say.” Jenna warned the man, her eyes blazing with serious intent.

Joel was smart enough not to go further into the conversation and now excused himself, walking away.

Jenna inhaled sharply, displeased. But for now she let it be and now went away.

***

A week later Elena recovered completely. But she had to go on with the pretence of recovery, so she took another two weeks off of work after she had been released from work.

"I hate to do this. But I can't tell them." Elena said to Jenna.

"Maybe they will understand. Try them. I told Alaric, and look how great that worked out." Jenna said.

"I can't. I don't want to drag them into it. And when I am with them I just want to be me, Elena, to have some normality -"

“What is really going on with you and Joel?” Jenna now asked.

“Nothing.” Elena said.

“Really? So what was this whole thing with the balloons?”

“We just hooked up - the night before I got shot.” Elena replied dismissing it.

“So you are not going back there - he slept with that doctor not once , the damsell in distress - the one that nearly had him jailed.”

“Please, you don’t have to remind me. The hook up was just one-off”

“Ok - a bit of meaningless sex never hurt anyone”

"It leaves me so empty afterwards." Elena said sighing a little, thinking of Joel.

Jenna scooped the ice-cream into a bowl for both of them. Her phone rang and she went to another room to take the call.

Elena sat down at the computer, looking at the arrows the forensics have sent over to her. They were of akkadian origin. Jenna, who was a Professor of Demonology, found out that only a secret society would have those in their possession.

The door bell rang and she now went to answer it.

"Amaro?" Elena said as she opened at the door.

"You look really good- I mean- aren't you supposed to be resting?" he said as he walked in.

"I am on very special pain meds. Plus, who can be in bed all day. What's up?"

"You are definitely better."

"There's no time to waste. What have you found out about the Armory?" Elena asked.

"A society of supernatural artifact collectors. Founded by a Lorenzo St. John" Nick replied.

"Right." Elena said happy about the info.

"Stefan and Valerie went to visit them - they are denying any kind of connection." Nick continued.

"Coffee?" Elena offered.

"No, thank you" Nick refused politely.

Jenna appeared from the bedroom and with a small 'hi' adding, "Maybe ice-cream?"

Nick greeted her back and said no to the ice-cream.

"Ok, guys, I have errands to run," Jenna said giving Elena one of those looks telling her that she had her own lead, "I will see you later. Oh, and Nick - make sure she goes to bed"

Elena looked wide-eyed and emberrassed about Jenna's comment, "Sorry about that. She overdoes her 'mother' role sometimes."

"Well, meds or no meds-she is right. You should be resting." Nick said smirking cutely.

"All right," Elena huffed slightly annoyed and sat down on the sofa,"there, I am resting. Seriously, I am not made of glass."

"No, but of flash and blood." He sat down on the armchair next to her, "why do you push everyone away? You should have seen your friends worried whether you will make it or not-"

Elena did appreciate the concern, but the defensive mechanism she had imposed on herself made her dismiss care she would be given. It was her way of surviving. "I just don't like the fuss. And there is so much to do. I've seen people dedicated to their work, but with you it's an entire new level. You can't hide when the Evil calls your name"

"What?"

"It's something I read. Anyway," she turned to the table with her meds, that actually were vitamins,"Can you pass me that bottle there. And it's time for my pills."

Nick stood up and passed her a glass of water and the medication that were on a chest of draws.

As he passed it to her, she thanked him and in the process took hold of his had,"I do appreciate you waiting in the hospital"-

"You are my partner," but the way he said it somehow meant more the way it sounded.

The door buzzed and Elena now asked Nick to go see who it was. Swinging the door open, Joel Goran stood there. “May I come in?”

“Please” Nick said and gestured to the surgeon to come in.

_to be continued

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justfangstvdto · 5 years

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Open Coffin | Chapter 25: “We Are Forever”

Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, flashback in cursive (i know I hate it too), if you´ve read the previous chapter you know what's coming so I won't tag it here, canon divergence, oh also it's Christmas time in this,

Word count: 5200

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Six months, one hundred and eighty-two days quickly dissolved themselves into an endless stream of starry nights, heartful laughter, lingering kisses and a whole bunch of magic.

Kol was a great teacher from the beginning, delving deep into what was once his reality before he was turned into a vampire. You saw it in his eyes when he would rave about the possibilities of magic and the execution of it. He loved it. And you loved that he loved it.

Your new powers were a different story. You didn't have control over them whatsoever. Many accidental aneurysm or fire-related accidents later you were ready to just lock them away again. But Kol insisted to keep the training going, all the while documenting anything and everything with a Polaroid camera he picked up along the way...

“We have to commemorate these moments” Is what he said. So you did. And the enormous photo album resting on the backseat of the car is proof of that.

It's nearing twilight now, early in the morning, and the soft rocking of the car makes you almost fall asleep. Kol has been watching as your head dropped, nodding, then jerks up as you awoke, then slowly drops again. Over and over.

You blame it on the early hours and the movement of the car, which could make you fall asleep in a matter of minutes. Even back when you were younger, you always managed to fall asleep in the carriage, dropping your head on into Damon's chest who huffed and puffed but tried his best not to wake you.

But it was much colder then, in the carriage back then, especially in the winter times nearing Christmas. now that´s it´s nearing Christmas.

And boy did the people of Mystic Falls love their Christmas celebrations. Even now, everywhere you look there are string lights on the houses, waving Santa´s in the yard and glittering reindeers that almost gives you a seizure.

“Remind me why exactly we're back here again?” You groan, watching the sign disappear in the side view mirror. “Don't tell me we're spending Christmas with Stefan and Damon and the Mystic Falls Gang. If so, we either need to turn around right now, or we need to get drunk. Preferably both. ”

Kol chuckles “You´ll see.”

“It's not because of her, is it? The last thing I need is Mae´s lying ass.”

“She's not here.” He shakes his head “But- you cannot push everyone away, you know?”

“But I have you. I don't need anybody else, hell, I don't even like anybody else.” You grumble and look back out of the window.

As the care engine sings to the lone roads, you relish the roaring winds that twirl and twist your hair, like strings that hang from a scooters handlebars. On whim, you reach back, searching the backseat for the photo album. You'd rather bask in those memories than to watch this miserable town unfold before your eyes.

The first pages are filled with pictures taken along Route 95 all the way down to Miami. Then followed Cuba, Brazil right down to Greece, Italy and the rest of Europe.

But arguably your favorite memory was one of the first nights in Cuba…

“I brought you a gift. Something to remember me by.” Kol said, his hair and clothes drenched in the summer rain. He settled next to you on the bench seat overlooking the city and hands you an elongated velvet box.

“Looks fancy. Where did you get it?” You asked, “You stole it, didn't you?”

“It's hardly stealing if my charm acquired it, now is it?”

“That's not your charm, that's compulsion, you idiot. You're so cheap.”

He laughed and you swore your heart is tumbling over itself. You missed seeing him with this thrive for living.

“Will you open it or just insult me?”

“Maybe I insult you a little more and then open it, who knows?” You shrugged your shoulders, and he groaned, shaking his head in disbelief

“Fine, I'll spare you the roasting.”

Opening the claps in the front, the velvet box snapped open with small resistance.

Filigree silver vines wrapped themselves into a star, the edges cut in silver with diamonds artfully arranged where the silver meets the vines. The silver necklace attached was so shiny it was blinding. And beautiful.

“We fell in love under the stars, but you will always be my favorite one,” Kol said, and reached for the necklace, slipping it around your neck and carefully clasped it shut.

Looking down it was right within your view, shining blindingly on your chest You'd just have to look down to always see it. “I love it, thank you so much.”

It wasn't one of favorite because he brought you some lavish gift, but because it was the first time you realized that this is your life now. No Klaus behind you, no dagger in sight. You were finally free, on your own terms.

You trace your fingers along the edges of the picture he took right after he gave you the necklace and you're smiling yourself at how ridiculously happy you look. And happiness looks good on you.

Kol glances over from the driver seat, a smile replicating on his face and he almost forgets the dumbing, scratching pain that's thumping in his veins.

Then, he remembers why he's actually going back to Mystic Falls. Not to give you a chance to visit your brothers or any other D-tour. He came back to die...

6 months ago - Salvatore Boarding House

“Tell me what we have to do to save her.”

Kol´s question stood in the room, unanswered and demanding.

“We could anchor her power to someone, as a conduit of sorts.” Mae explained “That way it ain't gonna overpower her. But, and here is the big but, we need a powerful counteract and none of us is powerful enough” She looks at Stefan and Damon beside her.

“Then I will,” said Kol.

“Then here's the catch, you ain't gonna survive it. It would swallow you whole.” She says, and Kol nods almost having expected that outcome. Magic always comes with a price.

Stefan and Damon shared a look of worry, but remain silent for the time being. It wasn't like they would ever think of choosing Kol over you. But they also know that you would be devastated and likely, go off the deep end when Kol has to pay his debt.

“How long do I have?” Kol asks.

“If we slow down the process, about 6 months. Give or take.”

“Absolutely not.” Klaus finally spoke, shaking his head “I will not allow you to be harmed.”

Kol had heard enough. His brother had never cared about whether he lived or died, so he wasn't allowing him to start now.

“Weren't you the one that put me in a box whenever you felt like it? Oh right, it was you, wasn't it?” Kol's fake smile faltered and his features became stern “Your care for my well being comes a thousand years too late.”

Klaus was wide-eyed with fear, and everyone in the room shared a look at this uncanny feature of the mighty Hybrid. Then, Klaus´ shell closes, and he returned to his stoic demeanour.

“Then go ahead, ruin yourself for her. See if I care.” With that Klaus marches out of the room, infuriated with everyone remaining.

Kol looked after him, both saddened and relieved with his departure. But he expected nothing less than disapproval. Perhaps it will be the last time at least. “We better start before he comes back with the entourage,” said Kol.

“I´ll call one of my witches then.” Mae said and pulled out her phone “Are you positive you want to do this? She's gonna be devastated.”

“There is no other choice. This is my fault, and I intend to make it right.” He said with a heavy heart. Then he looks at all remaining people in the room “All I ask of you is to keep this to yourselves. She deserves these months of peace. If this is all I can give, I will.”

“Sure, whatever you need,” Stefan says, knowing that nobody in this room would be likely to receive your forgiveness once you found out. But nobody, and of that he's certain, will waver from this decision to risk your good graces if it means saving your life.

Everything comes with a price.

You snap your fingers in front of Kol´s face, trying to get him back from wherever he wandered to in his mind. “Hey! Earth to Kol?”

Touching his shoulder brings him back to reality. He doesn't jump, but the tiniest swerve on the road gives him away. He was deep into whatever he thought about.

It's very unlike him.

“You okay?” You ask him and he nods and flashes you a reassuring smile, before concentrating on the road.

“I love this. It's so unnecessary.” You chuckle, waving your hand to turn the photobooks page with your magic powers.

The car swerves again, this time crossing the outer white restriction lines and the tires meet the grass briefly, almost dipping into the ditch, before he regains control.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Nothing. Saw something on the road.” He brushes it off and settles back into his seat, flinching as his back touches the seat. When your concerned look catches his eye, he turns to the sideview mirror, pretending to look at something to evade it.

Is he.. ....Evading gaze, elevated heartbeat - yep, he's lying through his teeth.

“Let's just take a break up there. I need to stretch my legs.” You point to the next driveway and Kol takes a left to a what seems like an unvaccinated house.

Once there, he shifts the stick into parking, and you seize the opportunity to roll up the sleeve of his shirt. His entire shoulder is spotted with ash colored veins travelling in every direction.

“What the hell is this?”

“It's the spell.” He confesses, defeated with guilt.

“What spell?”

“The one to keep you alive.”

A conducting binding spell is killing him and it's all your fault. That's all you could take away from his explanation of what saved your life.

With your heart pounding and your fingers shaking, you turn page after page trying to search for anything to stop or reverse the spell. Kol is hellbent on going through with his suicide mission, but you´re not giving up that easily. Not after everything you went through to find each other again.

“Please don't be angry with me.” Kol´s voice is fearful and filled with uncertainty, shaky even.

“I'm not angry, I’m-” You pause, balling your fist on the dusty table “ I´m not accepting this. You´re not dying for me, I´m not gonna let you.”

“And you´re not dying for me, darling. It’s settled. "He counters, and steals the book from your hands, setting it aside ”Now please, there's nothing to find.”

“Why didn't you tell me? I would´ve never used my powers if-”

“There was no other choice. They would have torn you apart.”

“And you think this won't?”

He cracks a smile and shakes his head as if the question was nothing but ridiculous. “You´re resilient, darling. There is nothing you cannot survive.”

“And what if I´m not strong enough for what happens next? To be alone again?”

“I will be there with you even if you won't be able to see me. I´ll always be right here.” He says, brushing his finger along the silver string of your necklace.

...Something to remember me by. He told you back then, but you didn't listen closely enough. Why don't you just listen?

“Now, before it's too late, dance with me He hops to his feet and outstretched his arm, offering you a last dance "Please."

“Why do I always have to say goodbye to you on Christmas? It's supposed to be a happy day.”

He whispers an apology full of regret and shame and pulls you into his direction.

You wrap your arm around his neck as much as you can reach. You don't want to let go because you know that if you did, you won't be able to hold him again. This is it, the deathly goodbye that wasn't supposed to knock on either one of your doors. And where does that door lead to? Will he regret his decision? Will he be...in pain? What if-

“I can feel you overturning every stone in that beautiful head of yours. You don't have to worry about me, if this is how my life is supposed to end then I count myself luckiest of all to die with you next to me.”

“I can't do this without you. There is no way. ”

“You can.” He says, “And that's all I want. You do not need me. You are destined for greatness all on your own.”

“You´re wrong. I do need you. I like myself best when I'm with you.”

“You and I are kindred spirits, no doubt about it, but you are everything you need to be. Smart, strong, fierce and so beautiful it ruins me. Promise me you won't let my death take away who you are.”

You nod and bury your face in his chest, trying to memorize every beat of his heart, every smell and touch. You can´t make any promises you´re sure not being able to keep, but if it brings him peace, you´ll try to fulfil his wish.

The swaying carries on and so does the fire, the day outside coming into its full highest point. Kol is reminiscing of times past, From the first time, he saw you in the streets of New Orleans, to your reunion right to the endless memories mad ever the last 6 months. And you just listen to his voice carrying away.

Then amidst his stories, his slow movements falter and he buckles, almost folding on his knees.

This is it. The time has come.

You help him to the nearby couch and he scrambles, searching for your hand. Terror is written over his face

“I'm right here.”

Watching him is like flowing in a current downstream with nothing to grab on to. You have no choice but to accept your lack of control.

Then, one of Kol´s lesson crossed your mind, and you took his hand, concentrating on the pain running through his every atom.

He pulls his hand away in an effort to spare you discomfort, but you grab it again, holding on tight. He shakes his head again trying to get away a second time.

“It's okay. I´m okay.” You reassure him and he relaxes as an estuary of dark gritty pain connects to your veins.

It's unbearable. Incending. Numbing.

You don't know where his pain ends and yours begins, but it sees to lessen his, so you carry on, clenching your jaw to hide discomfort.

“Be free. My favorite star.” A tear slips from his eye and smiles, struggling along the letter as if they´re double-edged swords. He winces in pain, clenching his teeth, as the decayed grey crawls up his upper body.

You lean forward, kiss his lips for the last time and with another shallow breath and he fades out of life, the remnants of his last smile fading with him.

The finality of his departure settles into your bones and with it, one single word passes your lips.

Incendia.

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You´ve watched many people die, at your own hand or someone else's, and it brings nothing but one undenying truth; death picks apart every single shell you have created, self-made or forced upon. It tears apart your identity, rips apart all you have known and makes you doubt everything you have yet to learn.

And watching Kol die was self-annihilation in every aspect of the word.

Minutes have passed, sitting amongst your created chaos, coming apart at the seams with fire licking around the room like it means to play.

Then, from a distance, you hear voices.

Soon, hands pull at the fabric of your clothing, helping you to your feet. You drag your eyes from Kol´s burning body, to look into Stefan and Damon panic-filled eyes. They want to save you. Surely they know that it's far too late to save you now, yet they pull you away, naive to the anewed darkness of the world - your world.

“Y/N?” Stefan carefully touches your shoulder, nudging you to move “Hey, look at me.”

But his words fall on deaf ears.

This is the point where you´re supposed to break down in tears with every bit of regret boiling to the surface. But you feel numb, you can´t process the sound of his voice or the worried looks from both of them, all you can see are the flames and the smell of burning flesh reaching out of the house.

Kol's burning and you're drowning...

...and drowning

...and drowning.

“I'm sorry.” Stefan says, his hand still placed on your shoulder “I tried to reason with him, but he insisted.“ Stefan stiffens once he let the words slip out of his mouth, realizing his slip up much too late.

You turn to him slowly, finally dragging your eyes away from the fire. Stefan backs away and raises his hands in the air “I can explain.”

“How could you?!” You shove him away from you with much less force he deserves. You punch against his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs, but he doesn't back away or resists. He lets it happen.

But Damon has had enough. “Knock it off!” He stands in between you and Stefan “There was no other way! You would've died!”

“Then I would be dead right now!" You scream, against the uproaring wind "Instead…..How am I supposed to live like this, knowing that he died because of me because I couldn't leave the past in the past!”

“This is not your fault. You have to know that.” Stefan says, stepping out of Damon's shielding.

But Damon steps in front of him again. “I would choose you over one of them any day. If that makes me the bad guy, so be it. I don't need you to be okay with this.”

You could believe your ears. One of them….how insulting. Kol is….was nothing like his siblings.

“What about what I needed? After everything I did to make up for my mistakes you thank me with this?”

“What did you want us to do? We´are family, we couldn't just-”

“Family.." You scoff " you're throwing that word around like it's supposed to mean something to me. I have no idea what having a family feels like. Scolded by Mom, punished by Dad and shoved aside by you two - I was left out of everything, and I should've known better than to expect it's ever gonna change"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm telling you to fuck off and leave me alone. I have to scrape by boyfriends ashes from the floor."

“You want to be alone? Fine.” Damon says “But this is your fault, not ours. Blame yourself. "

Damon looks at you with disapproval, perhaps even disgust, then takes a few steps back, taking in the burning mess you created before he turns and walks away.

Stefan calls after him, desperate trying his best to be the Mediator as he's always been, but it's no use.

"No, let him go. He's right. I ruin everything I touch. Just go or you might be next."

"Y/N.."

"Go. Or I will make you. "

The mansion exterior was duller and less impressive as you remembered it. The paint seems faded, the trimmed hedges uncared for - it looks like the house is in mourning. Perhaps it is.

Knocking on the front door, you up to the balcony on the western side of the house. The railing where you sat with Kol and head a heart to heart with Stefan is barely visible from your vantage point. It feels so distant in the past and yet too close for comfort.

If you could only turn back time, perhaps you wouldn´t stand here alone.

The front door unlocks with a squeak and Elijah steps into view, his face in a veil of grief. He must´be known. Everyone did but you.

“Please do come in. “ He says and steps aside.

Much like the exterior, the interior felt nothing compared to what you remember it as. Or perhaps you just lost all senses of beauty.

Elijah careful watches your steps, not waiting for an attack, rather to assert the situation.

“I´ll make it short. “ You say, noticing his discomfort. “I need you to hold onto Kol´s ashes. I can´t- I think you should have them. Promise me you´ll guard them with your life.”

“You have my word.” He assures you and carefully takes the urne out of your hand and places it on the table in the middle of the room, next to a fresh cut of flowers.

You can't help but wonder if somewhere down the line only a ceramic urn filled with ashes is all that´ll be left of you.

“Please, do not blame yourself.” Elijah says “Kol deserve much better than what we offered, but you were never at fault for the circumstances that led to this.”

“I know.”

There was no point arguing, you know your truth, and however delusional Elijah is, he has his truth as well. But no consulting words will reflect that fact that you´re a fault. You and nobody but you.

“I, uh, I better go” You continue “I'm sorry for everything I put you through with...you know. I don't know why I let it escalate like this.”

He shakes his head and waves the problematic past away like its nothing but a bee on a hot summer day.

“Vengeance persuades even the strongest minds.” He says “It's a disease even we have to abstain from. With mild successes, of course.”

With a last look of all that remains of Kol, you bid farewell to Elijah and slip out of the door. You make it about halfway to the parked car before an intense and calculating stare digs holes into your backside.

Klaus.

“If you want to kill me for breaking the truce, just get it over with.” You say to him, leaning back on the car door.

“I didn't come to harm you.” He says, his voice calm and collected.

“Then why did you? To laugh at how much I lost?”

He swallows “Do you think that low of me?”

I do. Is what you want to say, but by the look on your face, Klaus knew the answer to his question before you could even open your mouth. So you said nothing.

“I came here to give you this. Kol left it before you embarked on your journey.” He continues and hands you a sealed letter.

Your heart sinks as the paper touches your fingers and you have to refrain yourself from crying on the spot.

“If it is any consolation, I am… I regret it had to come to this. In truth, Kol was centuries ahead of me and my pursuits. He was never tied to our promise and I envied and punished him for it.” He pauses, and finally drags his eyes from the floor “And I punished you for achieving what all my efforts could have never brought; unconditional love.”

You´ve heard several claims out of Klaus' mouth, threats of painfully detailed ways of death and torment, but none ever seems so sincere than what he just said. It makes you wonder if perhaps under this facade lies nothing but the same insecure, angry creature you have been shaped into, desperately searching for some sort of closure.

And it made you sick knowing that you sacrificed everything pursuing his downfall. How delusional you were. How destructively selfish.

“You know I can't figure you out.” You say, “I don't know if this is the real you or the big ego version.”

“Well, that will remain a mystery, I´m afraid.” He smiles, and you roll your eyes at his beaming regained confidence.

Klaus opens his mouth, to say something, but he changes the topic “You have proven yourself to be quite the nuisance. And a skilled opponent. Until we meet again.”

“Don't count on it.” You reply before hopping into the car, shifting the stick into drive and flooring the car, leaving Klaus in the dust.

One last stop until you´ll leave this town behind, this time for good. Nothing good comes out of Mystic Falls.

Holes and ripped pavement litter the once smooth black roads leading out of Mystic Fall. Six months ago, with the same green hue of the city sign in sight, you couldn't wait to leave. Back then you had a purpose and somewhere to go. But now….where do you go when the only home you´ve ever known is gone? When home was always tied to a person rather than a place? What do you do?

Six months so quickly dissolved themselves into an endless stream of starry nights, heartful laughter and lingering kisses. But now those experiences are layered with the veil of grief and regret and you feel ashamed and angry because of it. Your memories, nor Kol deserved to be frowned upon. Perhaps in the years to come, you would finally be able to smile rather than being drowned by them.

You reach over to the passenger seat, enclosing your trembling fingers around the paper edges of Kol´s letter. You twist it in your hand a few times, contemplating if you could handle reading it, or if it's better to store it away until you're more collected.

Get a grip, just open it.

It's just a letter...

It’s not just a letter.

With shaking but determined hands, and eyes ready to burst with tears, you read Kol´s handwritten words:

My darling,

Words could never describe how sorry I am to leave you. In all of my time alive and awake, I have never felt happier than when I was with you next to me. Leaving you will be the hardest challenge I will ever have to face.

But with the time we spend in mind, I will gladly sacrifice my life for you to flourish. So, please don´t mourn me, I'd give my life for you several times over if I had to.

You have been my steady rock, my lighthouse in the dark, my best friend, the keeper of my heart and the love of my life - and you will forever remain so.

You have not only quelled my rage but you understood me like no one had before. You understood me better than I did myself. You did not wish to change me like everyone had the intention to. You accepted me for who and what I was, and for that, I could never repay you or love you enough, when you have already loved me more than I deserved to be.

And you deserve nothing but the greatest life you've dreamed of. Live the life you´ve always wanted, live it for the both of us and don't even think about hiding that beautiful smile of yours in sorrow. I will know.

But fear not, this is not the end of us my favorite star, you and I, we are forever.

Eternally yours,

Kol.

Slow desolate tears run from your unblinking eyes, dripping steadily on the sheet of paper. The tears weren´t even half running dry, and you felt empty.

You havenßt experienced this feeling before. The pain was still there, but not raw as it has been all those centuries - now it´s a steady companion, a part of you can´t so easily bury.

But you will try to run from it, that´s a given.

As the city limits disappear in the rearview mirror, you think about how many seemingly good things must rest on the shoulders of something terrible. All you've longed for was nothing but freedom and instead, anger took over what sense of reality you had left, and the only person you cannot be without paid the price.

What else is there to hope for, to thrive for when your actions have brought nothing but doom?

However good one´s intentions, in the end, everything ends either in blood or ashes, bound in shallows and in miseries, lost in darkness and distance.

But there is one silver lining… this is not the end. It cannot be. The shadows are calling, and who better to answer than someone who is homeless to the world with nothing left to lose.

Perhaps this is a new beginning, one with sorrow and grief but with open possibilities. A new awakening, your own un-daggering….your own Open Coffin.

Author Note: And that's a wrap!!! For now at least. But there will definitely be a sequel to this in the future.

I might be inclined to write little timestamps from Kol and the reader's adventures. I couldn't put all of them in this chapter or it would´ve been totally unbalanced with anything else.

For now, though, I want to thank you for sticking with this story. I know it has been such a long time since I've started it and it evolved into something completely different from what I've planned and though it comes with many flaws, it's something I'm proud to have written.

And I want to thank each and every one of you who decided to read, comment and leave feedback. Without you, this would be a very lonely experience.

I have ideas for the second book, season - or whatever you like to call it. One is more going into thriller type of thing set within the TO universe. The other one would be a little more true to what we´ve seen in the show, and the other one is a more on the fantasy side.

I haven't decided fully on anything yet, so if you have any input at all, I would appreciate it if you would share it with me.

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Who Are You? Part 5

I do not own TVD or TO.

Sorry for the long delay in updating. I've got some kind of bug, coupled with insanely busy work weeks that have kept me from typing. I'm hoping I'm back in the swing of things now though.

The polished ebony gleamed in the flickering light cast by the candles. The wood, according to Lexa, was perfectly balanced in energy and the five elements, and when attempting to imprison a malevolent spirit balance was exactly what they needed.

It had been easy enough to find and carve into four boxes. Runes decorated each side further representing the elements and glowed brilliant red, fueled by Elena’s blood. If she hadn’t known any better she would have said that the boxes had been inlaid with rubies; the runes certainly sparkled like precious gems.

Finding the wood had been easy.

Fashioning the boxes, that Elena had begun mentally referring to as Hope’s hope chests, had been annoying but simple enough in execution.

Spelling the containers had given her ballroom flashbacks and left her thirst when all was said and done.

She had believed things would continue running smoothly. She knew it had been a fool’s hope.

Three attempts had been made to extract the Hollow, and so far each had failed spectacularly. It was disheartening, but a tiny part of her, the selfish part reveling in the flow of their burgeoning relationship, rejoiced because he had sworn not to regain his memories until he was free of the Hollow.

She loved being wanted for her.

That small part made her feel sick.

There was a little girl missing her dad. He was missing his entire life, and what was she doing? She was wishing they would continue to fail so she wouldn’t lose him.

It was sickening.

She offered Elijah a hand up as Lexa kicked over a candle; a line of wax created a semi-circle as it rolled towards her. She gave the white line a wry look before raising her eyes to the young witch.

“I’m going to assume it didn’t work.” It was only a small part that wanted them to fail.

“No,” Lexa groaned. Rocking back she hugged her knees to her chest and pushed her fingers into her hair. With her eyes closed she began thinking out loud. “This doesn’t make any sense. Extraction is basically an exorcism, and nobody could have resisted that last spell.”

A few weeks earlier and they might have interrupted in an attempt to help, but time had taught them Lexa was not looking for conversation; it was best to leave her be when she began mumbling.

Elena moved into her small kitchen while Lexa lost herself inside her head. She was fast and quiet, returning to the living room a few minutes later with three mugs.

“It was almost out,” Lexa shook her head, “something stopped it.” Her eyes snapped open when she smelt the invigorating combination of ginseng and ginger. She sipped the liquid in a contemplative silence and felt her energy level slowly lift.

“Thank you,” Elijah offered a small smile when Elena passed him a mug of warm blood. He doubted she would have batted an eye if he had chosen to retrieve something a little fresher, but in spite of the control he had managed to regain he still didn’t trust himself around people; especially after one of Lexa’s attempts that made the tiny whisper a deafening roar for violence, a battle cry for blood.

Elena was just raising her own mug when he drained his. Wordlessly she handed him her full mug; he needed it more than she did.

It was so quiet that when Lexa broke the silence the sound of her voice made Elena’s heart jump.

“I need more.”

“More what?” Elijah lowered the half-empty mug.

“Information,” Lexa leapt to her feet. Moving to the kitchen she rinsed her mug and kept talking. “All the knowledge I’ve got to work off comes from second hand sources. I need to know more about the spell that put the Hollow in you and your siblings.”

She came back through and tilted her head.

“Don’t you have something to restore your memories?”

“I won’t risk that until the Hollow is out of me,” he shook his head. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Okay,” Lexa nodded, “then I guess it’s time to play Sherlock Holmes.”

“Who?” Elijah’s eyes narrowed.

“A famous literary detective,” Elena smiled.

“I guess that makes her Holmes and you Dr. Watson,” Lexa hummed.

“And why is that?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“It’s elementary my dear Watson,” Elena stifled her giggle. She had no idea where Lexa was taking this but she hadn’t been able to resist the quip.

“She has more knowledge than you do.”

“Not much more,” Elena frowned.

“You know where to start,” Lexa reasoned.

“You want us to go back?” Elena’s eyes widened.

“All he has to do it stay away from his siblings and his niece right?” She waited for the nod of confirmation. “His siblings scattered and his niece is at school. The only person of interest in town will be the witch that removed the Hollow. I want to know exactly what they did.”

++++

“Have I mentioned how much I detest poor weather?”

“Detest,” Elena cocked an eyebrow, “really?”

“Word of the day,” Lexa shrugged. “I thought it adequately reflected my sentiments towards Claudette.”

“Words of the day?” Elena giggled.

The line inched forward.

“For the record,” Elijah eyed the grumbling crowd, “I don’t believe there is anyone who likes a hurricane.”

Elena nodded. The tropical storm had forced their plane to land early and grounded all flights for the foreseeable future.

“Couldn’t you use a little persuasion to get us through here?” Lexa smiled hopefully.

“I only compel when I don’t have another choice,” Elena shook her head.

“Just my luck,” she sighed dramatically, “I get the vampire with a conscious.”

Elijah chuckled and stepped forward in line. They were nearly to the front.

“I’m intimately familiar with the consequences of compulsion,” Elena cast her eyes to her handbag, “I had it used on me often enough while I was human. Now I only use it on the rare occasion that I feed from a human.”

Elena frowned when she looked up and found Lexa staring at her.

“What?” She tilted her head.

“You’re just so…” she blinked, searching for the right word, “… refreshing. Most vampires I’ve met think of themselves as superior, a race apart, and entitled to whatever they want.”

Elena wanted to say that her sample was skewed, but in her experience that superiority complex was quite common. Most had little to no regard for human life; vampires like Caroline, Stefan, Elijah and herself were the exceptions.

“Free will is free will,” Elena shrugged. She couldn’t take that from someone any more than she could have taken their life.

Despite their position near the front of the line by the time they reached the desk the last vehicle had been rented. None of them were overly upset about it, especially when they saw the young family the man returned to.

“I wasn’t looking forward to driving through a hurricane anyway,” Lexa shrugged, adjusting her bag. “A strong wind, or a turn taken too fast and I’d be dead.”

“We wouldn’t let you die, Lexa,” Elijah smiled.

“Nah,” she smirked, “you still need me.”

“You’re also good company,” Elena snickered.

++++

She had gotten more than a few strange looks when she said they didn’t have to join the clamour for a place to wait out the storm. They kept it up in the cab when she gave the driver a residential address.

“You know someone in Georgia?” Elijah watched the scenery go by as they moved towards houses.

“My brother lives in Atlanta,” Elena nodded to the blue house when they driver pulled up. She almost laughed when he subconsciously squeezed her hand.

If she hadn’t known any better she would have said he was nervous. The way his jaw ticked certainly suggested it, but what could he possibly have to be nervous about.

“Are you alright?” She asked, stepping from the cab. It wasn’t like Jeremy was packing white oak.

“What’s he like?”

Then it dawned on her; he was about to meet the only family she had left in the world, the person who arguably meant the most to her. He was afraid of what Jeremy might think of him, or them. She had never seen the Original in such a position, so naturally she couldn’t resist teasing him.

“He’s evil incarnate,” she deadpanned, struggling to keep a straight face when he gulped. “A happy homicidal maniac.”

“Really?” He eyed the path to the door nervously.

“Mmhmm… no, wait a minute…” she tilted her head, “… I’m thinking of your brothers.”

“Elena,” he sighed. Reaching out he snagged her waist pulling her flush into his chest. “It’s not nice to mock.”

“Mocking and teasing are two very different things,” she smiled sweetly. Stretching up on her toes she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and succeeded in drawing forth a small smile. “Jeremy is very nice, and he always liked you.”

“Did he now?” Elijah cocked an eyebrow. He found that hard to believe after what she had told him he and his family had done to her.

“Well, he didn’t hate you,” Elena’s eyes twinkled.

“That was before I became entangled with his sister.”

Elena felt a delicious shiver race down her spine at the word entangled; it was such an innocent word, but it held so much meaning. Her life had become entangled with his overnight, and very recently they had been entangled in sheets with their limbs intertwined so they took up as little of the queen sized bed as possible; she was looking forward to the next time they could be entangled like that. The smirk on his lips told her he was looking forward to it as well.

“It won’t change anything,” she shook her head.

“What if it does?”

“Well, then,” she hummed, “the worst he can do is shoot you.”

“Is that all?”

Elena didn’t get a chance to reply before Lexa called from the steps.

“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” she pushed the doorbell again, “he’s not home.”

“Not a big deal,” Elena shrugged. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a ring of keys and marveled for a moment over how many keys she had amassed during the last few years; there were keys for her family home, the lake house, the Boarding school, Bonnie’s house, Caroline’s house, and Jeremy’s house.

She strode up the path and located the key she wanted. When the door swung open she stepped over the threshold and pulled out her phone; it connected on the third ring.

“Well, well, well,” Jeremy tsked, “if it isn’t the prodigal sister finally returning my calls.”

“Sorry, Jer,” she blushed, “I’ve been busy, and out of the country.” She had kept up an email chain telling him about the places she had seen while leaving out the specific details for her sudden European excursion; all Jeremy knew was that she had been helping out a friend.

“It’s fine; just promise me next time you flee the country to call more. I don’t like having an email relationship with my sister.”

“You got it,” she smirked.

Thunder rumbled in the distance as storm clouds rolled in. she eyed the darkening sky from the safety of the house and heard the first pings of rain on the roof.

“Listen Jer, my plane was grounded because of the hurricane and I’m at your house, but I need you to invite someone in for me.” She switched to speaker phone.

“Sure.”

“Just like that?” A line appeared between Lexa’s brows.

“Unlike some people, who shall remain unnamed, I trust my sister’s judgement. Come on in.”

“Thanks Jer,” she grinned when Elijah stepped inside. “Where are you anyway?”

“Running an errand for Ric,” Jeremy grunted, “I should be back soon.”

Elena hung up and closed the door on the downpour.

++++

The rain was coming down in sheets when he pulled over outside the old diner. Even with his enhanced senses it was hard to see, but he knew when the other car pulled up that it was him. Nobody else was crazy enough to be out in a hurricane.

He glanced into the backseat and adjusted his hood before stepping from the vehicle.

“You got them?” Alaric raised his voice to be heard over the wind and rain.

“I got ‘em.”

Alaric squinted into the backseat where two children slept slumped against the leather.

“Which one’s which?”

Jeremy nodded to the skinnier of the kids with a mop of straight brown hair. It was hard to separate the image of the peaceful child with what he had seen a few hours before.

“That’s the werewolf,” Alaric frowned, “he’s so young. What happened?”

“You know what kids are like,” Jeremy shrugged. “They push and shove. He just happened to push at the top of a hill.”

“It was an accident?”

“It was an accident,” Jeremy nodded.

“And the other one?” He glanced at the other boy. His unruly curls fell into his eyes.

“He was too close when the shift happened and got hurt,” water dripped from his nose. “I had some vampire blood on me, but he saw some things.”

“So, I’ll take him back to the school and have Caroline or Stefan compel away his traumatic experience.”

“Not necessary,” Jeremy shivered. The cold was starting to get to him. “Elena’s in town, so there’s not need to abduct two children.”

“It’s only abduction until I locate the parents,” Alaric rocked back on his heels.

“Orphans,” Jeremy eyed the boys, “they were in some sort of group home.”

“Then it’s only until the paperwork goes through,” Alaric pushed his wet hair back from his face. His eyes were glued on the distorted image of the boys. “Elena…” he whistled. “Are you sure about this? You know how she feels about compulsion.”

“These are extraordinary circumstances.” Jeremy opened the door and shook the sleeping werewolf gently. “I think she’ll make an exception.”

Jeremy watched Alaric’s car after making the introductions until it became completely obscured by the rain. Shucking off his wet jacket he took one last look into the backseat before pulling out of the parking lot.

++++

“How long do you think we’ll be at a standstill?” His smooth voice broke the calm that had settled over them like a warm blanket.

Elena turned her gaze from the dark world beyond the window, it wasn’t like she could make anything out beyond the rivulets on the glass, and leaned into his side with a small shrug. The arm he wrapped around her shoulders warmed her from the inside out.

“Most hurricanes last between twelve and twenty-four hours,” she murmured. She choked down her hum of approval when his fingers threaded through her hair. “There was one that lasted nearly a month when I was… two… I think.”

Her eyes drifted shut; the combination of the rain and the soothing motion of his hand lulling her into a light slumber.

Lexa glanced up from the tablet in her hands and caught the moment Elena nodded off. The sight of Elijah adjusting the throw over her body sparked a distant feeling of envy; it had been a long time since someone had looked at her the way he was looking at Elena, since someone had held her like that. There was a quiet level of intimacy between them that she longed to feel herself.

It was almost laughable.

She had felt the darkness in him and sensed the light in her. They were a pair she never would have imagined together if she had met them separately, but they somehow worked; they had a connection.

He was drawn to Elena, and it had very little to do with the fact that her light seemed to temper the Hollow.

Lexa shook herself from her thoughts and turned her attention back to her tablet. She had loaded the grimoire collection from Niamh and added it to her own; the result was nearly sixty grimoires and close to a thousand reference books and journals. It still baffled her that she could hold so much knowledge in the palm of her hand.

Her eyes stared to follow the neat lines of printing, the account of a man forgotten to all who knew him, when the sound of gravel crunching under tires drew her head up.

“I think someone’s here.” Her voice broke the silence at the same moment the garage door opened.

Elena sat up as the slight vibrations traveled through her body. She blinked away the sleep and turned with Elijah in time to see Jeremy freeze in the door; his wide eyes flickered from his sister to Elijah and barely registered the blonde when she stood.

Lexa was pretty sure he was questioning his sister’s judgement when he swore loudly and was surprised when his voice didn’t wake the child in his arms.

++++

“What are you mixed up in now?” Jeremy pulled the door shut behind him, closing the sleeping child off from the coming conversations.

“Me?” Elena gave him an incredulous look and nodded to the door. “What are you involved with baby brother?”

“You know technically I’m older?” He tilted his head.

“Only physically,” she smirked. “I’ll still be calling you baby brother when you’re seventy.”

“In my line of work?” Jeremy clamped his mouth shut when he realized what he had said.

“Your line of…” her brows furrowed. “You’re a teacher…” Her mouth popped open as she followed him back into the living room.

“Jeremy,” indignation dripped from her tongue, “you’re still doing it, aren’t you?”

“Doing what?” Elijah frowned. He had done his best not to eavesdrop on the siblings when they had gone down the hall.

“Hunting,” Elena crossed her arms.

“Hunting?” Lexa’s eyes snapped to Jeremy. “You’re a hunter?” She bit her cheek when he nodded. “And your sister is a vampire?” She just held in her laugh because it really wasn’t funny.

She turned her attention back to Elena.

“You forge the strangest relationships.”

“You should have seen my Thelma and Louise routine with Rebekah,” her eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Doesn’t count,” Jeremy crossed his arms, “you didn’t have your humanity; the second you got it back you went straight back to hating her.”

“I don’t hate Rebekah,” Elena met his eyes, and was unsurprised to find it true. She had been unable to summon any feelings of animosity for the blonde since she showed up in New York and asked that she take care of Elijah.

“Fine,” he sighed, “what are you doing here?”

An unspoken question hung between he Gilbert siblings, but Elena knew what it was when she sat with Elijah on the small sofa. He wanted to know what she was doing with him.

She shot Elijah a questioning look and saw the confirmation in his eyes. With their fingers interlocked she met Jeremy’s eyes and filled him in on the highlights of the last few months, trailing off towards the end for Lexa to explain the basics of the spell they were attempting to perform.

Jeremy was silent for several long moments after the trio had finished; he was busy wondering how many years it would have taken his sister and Elijah to come together if the whole mess hadn’t happened. He knew it had been inevitable because of her unspoken connection with the Original but he had been holding on to hope that he would be six feet underground of decorating the mantle in a fancy urn before she took the plunge and tied herself to the Mikaelson family.

“What do you need from me?” He might not have liked the choice she had made, but she was still his sister.

“A few things,” Elena leaned forward and felt Elijah’s thumb brush over her knuckles. “We need a spot to wait out the storm.”

“Stay as long as you need.”

“I also need my car; airports won’t be up and running again for a while.” She had left the vehicle with her brother when she moved to New York.

“It’s in the garage.”

“Wonderful,” she tilted her head and dropped her voice. “Now I need to know what you were thinking.”

“I’m not hunting Elena,” he met her flashing gaze. “I do recruitment sometimes for Ric and Caroline.”

“The kid?” She twisted towards the fall where his heart beat.

“Got on the wrong side of a werewolf.”

“He looked fine,” Elena frowned.

“Curtesy of new clothes and a few ounces of your blood,” Jeremy glanced towards the hall. “I was going to send him with Ric so Stefan or Caroline could compel him, but you were in town so…”

“You want me to compel a child?”

“He saw a kid change, was chased through the woods and attacked; he’s going to be traumatized.”

“And yet he’s sleeping soundly,” Lexa cocked an eyebrow.

“A potion from Bonnie,” he pulled a green phial from his pocket. “He’s sedated. Will you do it, or do I have to put him in the car and drive to Mystic Falls in a hurricane?”

Elena frowned. She hated using compulsion, but there were circumstances that warranted it.

“I’ll talk to him when he wakes up. What’s his name?”

“He didn’t really say much after watching his skin knit back together.”

++++

Jeremy was mildly impressed with how long they managed to avoid the confrontation. It was hours of busy work while the storm raged on but eventually the child woke up and they lost their buffer; up until that point Elena had been between them, either talking or ensuring he had a store of her blood for emergencies. He hadn’t admitted to hunting but he knew she knew when she drew several bags of blood and stored them in his fridge.

Eventually she had left them to deal with the kid.

“You disapprove.”

He looked up from the pile of papers he had been attempting to grade while trying not to weep for the state of the public education system.

“Am I that transparent?” He set the unmarked essay aside.

“No,” Elijah chuckled, “but I can’t imagine you’re thrilled with her decision to… help me.” He could hear the distant sound of Elena’s heart beating down the hall.

“Elena…” Jeremy sighed, shaking his head. “She’s going to do what she wants, it’s taken her a long time to get to the point where she could, and I’ll be damned if I try to stop her.”

“You still disapprove.” He sat at the table and gave the young man a questioning look.

Klaus had killed her. Finn had used her. Rebekah had turned her. Kol would have killed her.

“Involvement with the Mikaelson’s has always been hazardous to her health,” Jeremy tilted his head and smirked softly.

“So I’ve heard,” he met his eyes.

“She’s my sister,” he shrugged. “I want her to make choices that will keep her out of trouble, but she cares too much about other people for that to ever be a possibility; luckily she’s a little more durable these days.”

“I keep waiting for her to come to her senses and run as far from me as possible.” He picked up a pen, turning it over in his hands.

“That’s unlikely to happen,” he shook his head. “She cares, and when she cares she does everything in her power to help. I’ve never once seen her abandon someone she cares about.”

Jeremy reached for the essay again. He was halfway through the third page when he paused and looked up.

“Elijah?” He knew he had the Original’s attention when he nodded slightly. “Just…” he drew in a deep breath and released it slowly, “… just don’t let her get hurt.”

“I’ll do everything in my power to ensure she never comes to harm,” he met the hunter’s gaze. “I give you my word.”

There was a quiet intensity in the Original’s eyes, but Jeremy still wondered how much weight the vow carried now that he was without his memories.

++++

She closed the door behind her and approached the child on the bed.

He sat with his knees drawn to his chest peering through the window pane at the lightening sky; rain still poured from the heavens but the sun was rising behind the clouds. Every once in a while his eyes would dart to the corners of the room.

He jerked up when he saw her and watched her warily.

“Hello,” she smiled softly. “My name’s Elena. What’s yours?”

“Landon,” he blinked slowly.

“Do you remember how you got here, Landon?” Elena sat carefully on the side of the bed leaving some space between them. She caught his gaze. “You were lost in the woods and my brother found you; luckily you weren’t hurt. He brought you here.”

Her eyes grew round when he didn’t nod along with her. It had been a little while since she’d used compulsion, but she was certain she’d done it right.

“Do you remember that, hon?” She tried once more for good measure.

“What about the animal? I think it was a dog.” He shook his head. “It scratched my arm.” He pointed to the spot. “And these aren’t my clothes. The man that found me shot the dog with something. What happened to my friend?”

Elena could do nothing but stare for a moment as he fired off rapid questions. She knew she was missing some very crucial information when he kept going and resisted her third attempt to compel him.

At least he doesn’t seem traumatized, she cleared her throat, and maybe he didn’t see the shift.

“What are you Landon?” She countered his question with one of her own.

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head. “I’m a foster kid.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Elena smiled softly. Holding up a finger she stood and walked to the door. Poking her head into the hall she motioned Lexa over and dropped her voice to a whisper.

“He’s resisting it.”

“Did your brother give him vervain?” Lexa glanced into the room when Elena shook her head. “He’s been out for hours; any vervain that might have been in his system would have bled out in the woods. Only supernatural being can resist compulsion.”

“Are you two talking about me?” Landon leaned over on the bed to get a better look at the woman in the hall.

“Of course,” Elena smirked over her shoulder.

“What are you sweetie?” Lexa stepped into the bedroom with Elena.

“I already told Elena,” he sighed. “I’m a foster kid. What’s your name?”

“Lexa,” she smiled. Glancing over her shoulder she breathed in a voice only Elena could hear. “At least he’s not traumatized.”

Elena shrugged one shoulder.

“That’s not quite what she meant, Landon,” Elena leaned against the nightstand.

“Then what do you mean?” He frowned.

“You’re not human,” Lexa smiled softly.

“Of course I am,” his eyes narrowed suspiciously, “what else is there?”

“Well…” Elena and Lexa shared a look.

“There are many other things,” Lexa reached for a book on the nightstand. Setting it on the bedspread she held out her hands and slowly rolled her wrists around in a lifting gesture.

The novel rose a foot above the mattress.

“Woah.”

Lexa smirked and motioned with her finger tips, turning the pages. She took it as a good sign when he didn’t scream.

“People can be different things Landon. I’m a witch.” She nodded to Elena. “She’s a vampire, and her brother’s a vampire hunter.”

“Aren’t vampires supposed to be evil?” Landon turned to the brunette.

“Do you think I’m evil?” Elena countered.

He shook his head after looking into her eyes.

“You’re too nice to be evil.”

She couldn’t stop her soft laugh. She sobered a moment later when she remembered the severity of the situation.

“Do you remember what happened to your friend?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “Everything’s kind of fuzzy,” he crossed his arms. “It happened really fast.”

Elena perched on the edge of the bed.

“Your friend is a werewolf…”

“Why exactly are you telling him that?” Lexa frowned, dropping the book. It was one thing to reveal themselves, but another to bring up potentially terrifying memories.

“Because,” Elena turned to the blonde, “he can’t be compelled and he’s not on vervain. That means he’s supernatural, and that he can’t go back in the system.”

“I’m not like either of you,” he shook his head. The thought of never going back into the foster system made him feel warm inside but he didn’t think it would last.

“Maybe not like us,” Elena smiled, “but you are something, and there is only one place that’s safe for kids like you. I can’t let you go there without knowing about your friend because your friend is there and it will be better for you to understand before you get there what happened… so you’re not scared.”

She saw the flicker of fear in his eyes when she explained gently what had happened to him.

“You want to send me there?” His eyes were round when he shook his head. “That doesn’t sound safe.”

“Listen, Landon,” Elena placed a hand on his shoulder, “it’s perfectly safe, I promise you that. What happened in the woods was an accident. Your friend didn’t know what he was. He knows now and he’ll have a safe place to wait out the full moon in the future. You’ll be perfectly safe there. You won’t be moved from one place to the next ever again, and I’ve got some friends there who will help figure out just what you are.”

“What makes you think I’m anything?” He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

“Because you can’t be compelled,” Elena stood up.

“And only supernatural beings can’t be compelled,” Lexa added.

“Mmhmm,” Elena nodded. “Now come on,” she held out a hand. “You’ve got to be hungry.”

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Chapter 189: Once Upon a Dream

Snow and Ariel shared a hug, as they prepared to leave for their next destination. They had a wonderful family day at the beach, followed by dinner that evening, before getting a good night's sleep in order to move on to the next Kingdom that morning.

"It was so good to see you and I'm so happy that it won't be so long until we see each other again this time," Ariel gushed. Snow smiled.

"Me too...I can't wait until we're all in the same place," Snow agreed, as their husbands shook hands.

"Ready?" David asked them and they nodded.

"Where are we going next, Daddy?" Summer asked. He smiled and took Snow's hand.

"To a Kingdom ruled by King Phillip and Queen Aurora," David told them.

"And if we know them, Mulan and your Aunt Red are probably still living there," Snow added, as their kids eyes lit up that.

"I can't wait to see Aunt Red," Bobby said.

"Yeah...I miss her a lot," Summer agreed.

"And we'll need to discuss Mulan's Kingdom with her. She's probably the only way we'll get an audience with the Emperor so we can present our proposal," David said, as they waved to their friends and he used another bean to make a portal. With a final wave, they stepped through the portal en route to their next destination

~*~

Arendelle

"That is quite an undertaking, but seems promising if it's really possible," one nobleman said, as Queen Elsa finished explaining the concept of the good curse to her court and allies.

"Is it really possible though?" a woman questioned.

"Queen Snow assures that it is and that it will be cast with light magic, rather than dark," Elsa confirmed.

"And you have been to this land, Your Majesty?" another man questioned.

"We have," Elsa confirmed.

"And there are many advantages in this new land. It is a very promising opportunity for our Kingdom," she responded.

"Feh...so you say. But how do we know this isn't just your ploy to bring our Kingdom to the same land as your boyfriend's? How do we know your personal reasons for wanting his aren't outweighing the supposed benefits to the Kingdom?" the Duke of Wesselton interjected.

"You have just seen the proposal that Queen Snow sent," Elsa said sternly, as she motioned to the enchanted disc a device that Snow had given her. She said that it was created by Mr. Hyde and was actually a form a science rather than magic. Snow had called it a hologram. It offered her court a presentation, showing them Storybrooke, the medical and scientific advantages, the reserve, and a number of other things that it had to offer. They were all very impressed, especially with the educational and medical opportunities that had been presented. But as usual, the Duke of Wesselton, was her most outspoken critic.

"And it was a very nice, flashy barrage of images, but we do not know this Queen Snow. It sounds to me like she's trying to get all these Kingdoms in one place and under her rule. How do we know she's not setting Arendelle up for hostile takeover!" the Duke ranted.

"Because that is not the kind of woman my mother is," a male voice interjected and a smile eclipsed Elsa's face, as she saw Leo leaning against a pillar near the entrance to her Throne room, having quietly slipped in, likely with magic.

"This court recognizes Prince Leo of Misthaven and Storybrooke," Elsa addressed him formally, as he made his way toward her Throne. He had a healthy glare for the Duke of Wesselton, as he passed him and he enjoyed watching him squirm.

"P...prince Leo…" the Duke squeaked nervously, as he bowed to him.

"I can assure anyone with any doubts that my mother's goal in uniting the Kingdoms is to bring prosperity and innovation to all. According to legend, the Kingdoms were all one at one time. They were torn apart by a darkness and as the champions of light, my parents want to reunite what was once broken," Leo announced to her court.

"Your Mother and Father are well known here in Arendelle and their love is something of legend as well. Arendelle looks forward to venturing into this new era," a more gracious member of her court announced.

"I concur completely, which adjourns this meeting. Unless you have anything else to add, Duke?" Elsa questioned, as she looked to the short, white haired man. He stumbled back away from Leo and hurriedly made his way toward the exit

"Uh...no, this Storybrooke sounds lovely!" he stammered, as he left with his two lackey guards. Kristoff chuckled and started looking at the floor, which puzzled Elsa.

"What is he doing?" she asked her sister, but Leo answered.

"He's looking for wet spots," he answered.

"Gross," Anna exclaimed.

"We got one!" Kristoff announced.

"Damn...you know I didn't really think I was that scary. My parents and my Aunt Regina are way scarier than me when they want to be. If he's wetting himself now, then he should really invest in some adult underwear," Leo joked.

"That's disgusting and you can use your magic to clean up his mess now," Elsa said, with a disgusted look. He chuckled and waved his hand, before turning to her. She smiled and kissed him finally, now that her court had dispersed.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you for a while, but I'm glad you're here," she mentioned. He shrugged.

"I missed you and Storybrooke is pretty quiet right now. And I brought this," he said, as he waved his hand and a basket appeared.

"From Joe and Frankie?" she asked. He nodded.

"I was hoping we could have dinner...just the two of us?" he asked. Anna smiled and started dragging her husband out.

"We'll leave you two alone," she announced. Elsa rolled her eyes, as her sister made a spectacle, but then used her magic to poof them a table with candlelight. In his hand appeared, not a bottle of wine, but rather a thermos of hot chocolate, Elsa's favorite.

"This is for later, but Frankie threw in sodas to go with the fried chicken. Dining at its finest," he joked. She smiled.

"Sounds amazing to me. I prefer such over all that fancy food, actually," she replied. He smiled.

"Me too," he replied, as they opened their sodas and gently tapped their cans together.

"Mmm...that is so good," Elsa praised, as they started eating the chicken with Frankie's famous mac and cheese.

"Then after we eat...we can go out to the ice rink with our hot cocoa," he suggested. She smiled.

"Sounds like the perfect evening," she agreed. He smiled. It would be when he proposed to her on the ice beneath a blanket of stars…

~*~

Fandral had finished getting ready and donned his familiar gold and green cape. He felt Rose come up behind him and help him straighten it, before placing a kiss on his cheek.

"You're nervous," she mentioned knowingly. He sighed.

"I am...I just don't know how my people are going to react," he replied. Her brow furrowed.

"Are you worried that they might shun you, because you didn't return to them?" she asked.

"A bit perhaps...but I will never regret that decision. Besides, to them it hasn't been long at all. To me...it's been years. I think I will like when time is passing the same for all our realms in Storybrooke," he replied.

"Me too...it will be much less confusing," she agreed, as she kissed him tenderly.

"Are you ready?" she asked. He nodded.

"As I'll ever be," he responded, as he sheathed his sword and joined hands with her. They gathered their teenage daughter and their precocious twins, before heading to the library where they would meet Hermes.

She appeared to them, as they gathered and smiled at her charges and their children.

"Are you ready for travel?" she asked. Rose smiled at her husband and he nodded.

"We're ready," he confirmed. Hermes waved her hand and encased them in one of her bubbles, before they disappeared to Oceanus.

~*~

The portal opened and deposited the Charming family in the woods. David took a moment to assess where the sun was and determined approximately where they were.

"Phillip's castle should be about five miles south of here," he said, as they started walking through the woods. David slipped his hand into Snow's and she smiled at him.

"This brings back memories...us in the woods," she mentioned playfully, as she nudged him. He grinned at her and slung his arm around her waist, before pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Did you and Daddy ever visit King Phillip's Kingdom before the curse?" Summer asked curiously.

"We did once, but he was still Prince Phillip then and Princess Aurora was under a sleeping curse like I was at one time," Snow explained.

"Yes, we met with him and a few of the other Kingdom heads. Your mother was about six months pregnant and that was just before we journeyed to Bald Mountain," David added.

~*~

Flashback

"They call it Chernabog. It is said that if this Titan is ever released, it can summon with it a hoard of demons and terrible creatures. It would be like hell on earth," Philip replied.

"That's preposterous! You summon us here to regale us with some tall tale of monsters and demons?!" the King Francis bellowed.

"This is no tall tale! King Stefan's rage has consumed him. He means not only to release this creature...but to control it as well. Dragons are not so easily killed, especially one which is also a powerful sorceress. But there is an object he seeks that can control the Chernabog," Philip said.

"And I take it he has found this object?" Charming asked. Philip nodded.

"The rumors coming from his troops say that he has acquired this object from a powerful witch in another Kingdom. I'm not sure what he gave her in return, but I believe he means to finally release the creature so he can destroy Maleficent and then rule all the Kingdoms," Philip said.

"After he gets rid of the rest of us," Charming deduced. Philip nodded.

"Do you know where the Chernabog is sealed away?" Snow asked.

"If the Dark One is to be believed, the creature is imprisoned in the fiery volcanic pit of Bald Mountain, east of the Enchanted Forest," Philip replied.

"I thought Bald Mountain was an old myth. I remember hearing the stories of such a mountain in Maritime lore. A mountain haunted by demons, imps, and satyrs," Eric said.

"Unfortunately...I believe it is real and that's where Stefan is headed," Philip replied.

"Then we need to stop him," Snow decided.

~*~

"That was when King Stefan tried to sacrifice Mom to the Chernabog, right?" Bobby recalled. They nodded.

"Yeah...it was a scary day. Fortunately though, your father saved me," she said, as she looked at her husband fondly.

~*~

"Tie her up," Stefan ordered.

"No!" Charming cried, as two soldiers took his struggling wife to the edge of the platform.

"Please...please don't do this. My baby…" Snow cried.

"Stop this now...I won't let you kill my wife and child!" Charming screamed, as he pulled at his robes, ignoring the rope burns he was inflicting on himself in effort to get free.

"Take heart, Prince James. Your wife and child are about to be a part of greatness," Stefan ranted madly.

"You must not do this. Think of Aurora! What would she think of what you have become!" Phillip cried.

"Aurora is dead...like her mother. And this witch will pay for it," Stefan growled to Maleficent, as Snow was tied by a rope and she screamed, as she was shoved off the platform, now dangling by the rope.

"Lower her in," Stefan ordered, as the hat glowed brightly and the mass of black matter began to boil.

"Charming!" Snow cried, as hot tears streamed down her beautiful face.

"Snow!" he cried out, as he knocked his captors away, one of them unfortunately falling into the boiling vat and was consumed immediately. He felt an arrow bury itself in his shoulder and he collapsed, but kept crawling to the edge. The mountain trembled and Phillip took advantage of it, knocking his captors off balance, sending four more soldiers into the vat and to their deaths. He grabbed a sword and cut Eric free, as he did the same for Philip. They cut Charming free next and Philip examined the wound in the back of his shoulder.

"I think it's just a flesh wound. This is going to hurt," he warned.

"Just pull it out," Charming growled. As swiftly as possible, he extracted the arrow and Charming got to his feet, as they grabbed the rope and the three of them pulled Snow up. Charming untied her and she collapsed against his chest, crying in relief.

"I've got you...it's okay, my darling," he whispered.

~*~

"That's when everyone except Mom still thought you were James, right?" Summer asked, as she recalled the other royals in that story were still referring to him as James.

"Yep...it wasn't until years later in Storybrooke that people learned I was actually not raised as a royal. It was one of the first things George did after everyone regained their memories, thanks to your sister. He thought it would undermine our leadership," David explained. Snow smiled at him.

"But it didn't work, because most people knew what an amazing man your father is, just like me. They trusted him and even identified with him, since he knew what it was like to grow up in poverty and rose above hardship," she said, as she kissed his cheek.

Their recollection of the story had made the five miles seem like nothing and soon, the view of Phillip and Aurora's castle came into view in the near distance.

"Wow...look at it!" Bobby called, as he hurried on ahead.

"Bobby...wait!" Snow called. Summer rolled her eyes.

"I'll get him," Summer said, as she hurried ahead. David chuckled, as he and Snow followed.

"Hey...slow down, kid," Summer called, as they came to a halt near the castle gates. But strangely, they didn't really see any guards.

"I wonder why there are no guards?" Summer asked, as they heard something behind them. Her eyes widened, as she saw a large wolf sniffing her brother. But instead of screaming, she started grinning.

"Aunt Red...is that really you?" Summer asked, as the wolf phased into a human, revealing their Aunt Red.

"Oh my God...look at how big you two are!" she exclaimed, as they tackled her with hugs.

"Red?" Snow called, as she and David caught up. Their oldest friend tackled them both with hugs too, as they shared a happy reunion.

"What are you guys doing here?" she asked in surprise.

"Well, we're actually hoping for an audience with Aurora and Phillip. We have something important to discuss with them and you as well," David said.

"And we're hoping to ask for a favor from Mulan," Snow added.

"Is that so?" another voice said, as Mulan emerged from the brush, though she wore a smile. They smiled back.

"It's good to see you again, Mulan," Snow said. She nodded curtly in return.

"I'm sure Phillip and Aurora will be eager to welcome you and hear why you have come, as will we. Follow us," Mulan requested, as she and Red led the Charming family through the castle gates.

~*~

Leo and Elsa held hands, as the idly skated along the rink within the palace gates. They stopped on the fountain, which was frozen this time of year and they shared the thermos full of cocoa.

"I almost forgot how beautiful it is here," Leo mentioned, as he gazed up at the cold night sky.

"It's still surreal to me that it has been two years for you since you were last here," she replied, as he nodded in agreement.

"To be fair, the two years was a kind of a monotone blur for me. Stuff didn't really start to happen until Bobby escaped Clayton and found my Dad. That's when Jack decided that he'd really twist the knife and I think my curse persona was so lonely that I let him into my life way too easily," Leo mentioned.

"I mean...I met him at a bar and he confessed to me on the first night that he didn't like animals after I told him I worked at a zoo and how passionate about animals I was," Leo chided himself.

"You know you can't blame yourself for things your curse persona did or didn't do, right?" She asked. He nodded.

"I do...Archie really helped me finally accept what happened to me and that I was a victim. Again," he said, muttering the last word and Elsa put her arms around him.

"You were vulnerable and he took advantage of you. He's lucky he expired before your family or me got their hands on him. I mean, can you imagine what state he would have been in if your mother got her hands on him?" She asked, bringing a smile to his face.

"He probably would have begged you to make a Popsicle out of him," he joked.

"In all seriousness though, I really did have a break through with Archie and I realized that I don't want to let what he did rule my life and I'm not going to. I'm going to move forward," he stated. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"That sounds very good and very healthy," she agreed.

"Archie told me that saying you're going to move forward and actually doing it are two different things though. He suggested that I really look at my life and then pursue what I want for my future. So...that's exactly what I'm going to do," he said, as he stood up briefly, which confused her for a moment, until he got down on one knee, which made her gasp.

"You've been in my head since the moment I met you and even when I was with other people, I always compared them to you," he said.

"And none of them measured up," he added, as tears came to her eyes.

"People aren't easy for me sometimes and not many people have ever really understood me, aside from my family. Being around others is hard for me sometimes, but it's never been hard with you," he continued.

"We're kindred spirits, I think. We both know what it is to be both frustrated and blessed by our powers and I know that I never have to worry about you fearing my abilities or not understanding them. And you must know that you never have to worry about me fearing yours," he said, as he opened the ring box and she sniffed.

"I know you have probably thought you'd never find someone to spend your life with, romantically and I thought the same thing there for a while. But then I realized that while I was looking for the person I was supposed to be with, I had already found her," he said.

"Queen Elsa...will you marry me?" He asked. She nodded tearfully.

"Yes…" she answered. He grinned and slipped the ring on her finger, before she tackled him and they went tumbling to the ice, laughing.

"Oh my...Anna is going to flip when she sees this," Elsa warned.

"Ha, that's nothing. I can handle your sister. It's my Mom that we should worry about. She'll want to throw some big engagement party and then the wedding is going to be insane," he warned back.

"I love your Mom and she's not that bad," Elsa chided.

"I love her too, but do I need to remind you about Emma's wedding and the choreographed singing? Or Henry's graduation carnival? Oh...and my favorite. Eva and Paul's wedding where she threw a full on Enchanted Forest wedding ball, complete with synchronized dance numbers," he rattled off, making her chuckle.

"Oh Gods...that means our wedding is going to have singing and ballroom dancing," he joked.

"Oh, I don't know, singing with you doesn't sound so bad and to be fair, I think your Mom just likes to hear your Dad sing," she teased. He rolled his eyes

"Don't remind me...I see too much of my parent's PDA as it is," he deadpanned.

"Well, look at it this way, with Anna involved in the planning, at least there will be A LOT of chocolate," she reminded.

"Mmm...that is a plus," he agreed, as he kissed her tenderly. She cuddled against him and they gazed up at the stars, as they dreamed about their future together.

~*~

The bubble appeared out of thin air and they were slowly lowered to the ground. In the near distance, Fandral observed a welcome sign that read New Asgard and he looked over the landscape of the surviving Asgardian's new home. It was humble and peaceful, which was a relief to Fandral after all his people had endured.

"I will let you make yourself known and you need but call me when you wish to return home, though Thor does have access to the bi-frost now," Hermes informed them.

"Thank you, Hermes, for everything," Rose said, as the Goddess disappeared in one of her bubbles. Fandral's eyes scanned the landscape and he felt his wife squeeze his hand. He looked at her and the encouraging faces of their children.

"We're with you every step of the way, my love," she assured, as he grasped her hand and they slowly made their way into the village of New Asgard.

"Stop...New Asgard is not permitting curious tourists right now," a woman said, as Fandral regarded her.

"I'm no tourist...I'm Asgardian and this is my family," he responded.

"That's impossible, because all survivors are accounted for," she refuted.

"You're a Valkyrie, aren't you? I wasn't aware that any of them survived," he countered.

"And you wear the insignia of an Asgardian warrior, but that doesn't make you one of us. For all I know, that insignia was stolen," she challenged.

"It was not stolen," Rose refuted, defending her husband, but he squeezed her hand.

"It's all right, my love...she's guarded because of everything our people have been through and I respect that," he said, as he turned his attention back to the other woman.

"I am not counted among the survivors, because I am slated as a casualty in Ragnarok. But things aren't what they seem. My name is…" he said, but another female voice interrupted.

"Fandral?" Sif asked in disbelief and her face was ashen, like she was seeing a ghost.

"Sif...you've alive," he responded, as she hurried over to him with a hug.

"I'm alive...you're the one thought to be dead!" she exclaimed.

"It's a very long story…" he said, as Sif noticed the woman and children with him.

"I see...though I am a bit confused. It's only been a few months since Asgard collapsed," she replied.

"Here in this realm it has, but where I have been...it's been more than twenty-years for me," he said. Her face was in shock at that.

"How is that possible?" Sif questioned.

"It's a tale that we will gladly tell, but I need to see Thor and tell him as well," Fandral answered.

"Do you know any of what has transpired in your absence?" Sif inquired.

"Actually...we do. In my new homeland, we guard what is known as the library of all the realms. It houses all stories from every realm in existence. The only reason I deemed it safe to come with my family in tow was because we read that the monster responsible for the utter devastation in this realm is dead now," Fandral explained.

"He is, but the damage is done. Thor is refusing to come out of his house and barely speaks to anyone," Sif responded.

"Don't you think I might be an exception? I know he has a long road ahead to healing, but I'd at least like to try and help with that," Fandral said. Sif nodded.

"I agree that he should know about you, but I warn you...it's not pretty. He's in a very sad state and drunk most of the time," she warned. He nodded.

"We understand," Fandral said, as Sif and Valkyrie led them into the village.

~*~

Phillip's most trusted guards burst into the Throne room, dragging two perpetrators before him. They tossed them down and Phillip raised an eyebrow at his Knights. The one man, a thin, willowy man coward before him and the other actually wore a crown, which was actually too big for his head and kept slipping down in his eyes. He seemed to have a royal cloak as well, but it was tattered and dirty.

"Sire…" the thin man addressed the other with a lisp.

"This is your fault, Hiss! You had one job and you couldn't even do that," the other man complained.

"And what job, pray tell, was that?" Phillip questioned, but the two seemed too busy arguing to notice him. Aurora shared a glance with her husband, before his Knights took their ignorance of the King as disrespect and manhandled the two.

"You are before King Phillip and Queen Aurora! Show some respect!" one Knight bellowed.

"I am a King too!" the man wearing the ill fitting crown claimed.

"Silence worm!" another Knight growled, but Phillip put up his hand and stepped forward.

"From what Kingdom do you hail, Sir?" he questioned.

"A Kingdom not of this realm...I was banished here by my horrible niece and her brute of a husband when they stole my Throne!" he claimed.

"We found him in the rifling through the treasure room and this one was stealing food from the kitchen," one of the Knights reported, as Hiss coward beneath his menacing stare.

"If you are royal, why not come to us and plead your case?" Aurora questioned.

"Because...we uh, we...urm…" John stammered.

"Because he is the great King John and he has been so terribly tormented by other royals that he does not trust them now!" Hiss claimed.

"Yes...yes that's it!" John agreed. Phillip looked at his wife, clearly not buying a word of this.

"Perhaps you can elaborate on your situation, Your Highness," Phillip stated, as he saw Mulan and Red enter the Throne room and was surprised to see two more royals that he had not seen in a very long time.

"Snow? James?" Phillip asked in surprise.

"It's David...remember?" Aurora told him. He nodded.

"Right, of course...Aurora tells me that your real name is David," he recalled, as they shook hands, while Aurora and Snow shared a hug.

"It's so good to see you both...this is such a surprise," Aurora gushed, as she noticed the girl beside Snow.

"Oh my...this can't be Summer!" she exclaimed. Snow smiled and nodded.

"Believe it or not, it is...and this is our youngest, Bobby," she said, introducing them.

"What brings you here from the Land Without Magic?" Phillip asked.

"Ah, well...it's a bit of a story and an important matter that we were hoping to discuss with you both," David answered.

"Of course...you'll join us for dinner then?" Phillip asked.

"We'd love to," Snow responded.

"Sire...what do you want me to do with this filth?" one of his Knights questioned.

"How dare you?! I am a King!" John exclaimed, even as Hiss tried to calm him so that Snow and David wouldn't notice them and really blow it for them.

"Oh look who it is…" David said with amusement in his tone.

"You know them?" Phillip asked.

"We sort of had a run in with them a few years ago, though I thought they went back to their own realm," Snow said, recalling that Emma had told them they ran into them on the way to Rose and Fandral's castle.

"We did...but my horrible niece's husband chased us out again!" John said, as he stomped around, on the verge of a tantrum. David shook his head.

"Maybe you're not as cowardly as I thought, because going anywhere near Fandral is either stupid or brave," he said.

"That Asgardian brute doesn't scare me and neither do you, pretty boy!" John shouted childishly. David simply put a hand on the hilt of his sword and took a mere two steps forward. John cried out at that and hid behind Hiss, who was quaking in his own boots. David chuckled in amusement.

"Yeah...you're not scared at all," he joked.

"So we should lock them up?" Aurora questioned.

"If you want to...they have ill intentions and are terrible, but there's barely a brain between them. Honestly, I'm surprised they can lace their boots so I'm not sure I would consider them a danger," Snow replied.

"Why you little…" John snapped, but David gave him his best glare.

"Think really hard about finishing that sentence," he warned, which made the disgraced King shrink away.

"Toss them out...they seem rather harmless and a bit pathetic. Steal again and you'll find yourselves in the dungeon," Phillip warned, as the Knights dragged them away, even as John threw a fit and Hiss quivered in fright.

"Wow…" Bobby said in amazement.

"And you thought Emma was exaggerating about those two," Summer said, as they shared a laugh. Phillip motioned to them.

"Come...I believe this calls from a good meal and a bottle of our finest wine, plus some sparkling cider for the young ones," he said, as Aurora and Phillip led them to the dining hall.

~*~

The Queen looked around the room, as Mim led her into her chamber. There were tall shelves, which had a modest collection of books on magic. An impressive set of beakers and tubing was situated on a table. It was surprisingly modern for this setting and then there was a touch of old school in the form of a large cauldron in the center of the room. Mim opened a cabinet and revealed a plethora of potions, concoctions and ingredients.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Mim boasted. The Queen shrugged.

"It will do," the Queen responded non nonchalantly, as she started searching for ingredients they would need for the dark curse.

"The only reason I haven't vaporized you for your disrespect is because we need you for this curse to get us out of this place," Mim warned. The Queen smirked.

"Or perhaps you're worried that you couldn't get that job done," she challenged.

"I was doing magic thousands of years before you were even a twinkle in your father's eye," Mim warned.

"Which just makes you old and you know what they say. Out with the old and in with the Queen, though I'm paraphrasing, of course," the Queen snarked. Mim raised her hand and a fireball appeared.

"Easy Mim...turning on each other will get us no where," Seth warned, as the Sorceress let the fireball dissipate.

"Do we have the necessary ingredients needed in addition to a drop of your blood for the dark curse?" he questioned.

"Yes...it appears that we have everything we need. But I think a few modifications might be wise," the Queen answered.

"You are not in charge! We may need you for this curse...but Lord Seth is our supreme leader!" Mim hissed, but the ancient Titan held up his hand to silence his minion.

"I would like to hear what she means, Mim," he requested, which infuriated the ancient Sorceress. Seth had always favored her and relied on her for tricky magic, but he seemed far too intrigued by this newcomer and her unique magic. And Mim didn't like it one bit.

"Casting the Dark Curse to take us away from here will be easy enough, but I've learned the hard way that the truest loves, especially this pair, cannot be underestimated," the Queen explained. Mim scoffed.

"A pair of lovers and their magical cup cannot stand against the all powerful might of Seth...God of destruction," Mim boasted.

"Patience Mim...if I have learned one thing in my exile: it's that revenge requires patience," he instructed, as he nodded for the Queen to continue.

"If they see the dark cloud coming, they will instantly know that it means trouble and they will prepare for battle. But if we truly want revenge, I think the element of surprise and quiet infiltration is the answer," she stated.

"You mean you want to conceal the curse?" he questioned.

"Yes...and our realm from their sight, at least until the time for our big reveal is right," she advised.

"Destruction from within, perhaps," Seth surmised. The Queen smirked.

"Exactly...but a concealment spell that big would require, well...I'm not even sure, but I know that we don't have it," she replied.

"No...but I perhaps have something that will help us do what we need," Seth said and the Queen listened eagerly for him to reveal what he meant.

~*~

The Major closed the book and looked at Cecily. She had managed to read through all of it the night before and on the flight to New Orleans. Though she would never admit it, she found it enthralling, but only because she had realized the reality in it all. She was still unclear what her ultimate objective would be, but she knew one thing: the kind of power that was in play here, despite its fantastical nature, had real world applications. With this kind of power, it could end warring between nations, be the answer to things like poverty and world hunger, and any number of noble causes. But if she was being honest, this kind of power wouldn't be used for such. That was too naive. No, her superiors would solve those problems, but in a controlled way. Undoubtedly, those ways would be construed as oppression and stealing of freedoms. But in the long run, with this kind of power, they could truly remake the world. Regardless of any of that, she knew they couldn't allow such unchecked power to remain in the hands of two people that insisted on concealing themselves and their people away from the world. A world that now knew they existed.

"Fascinating stuff, isn't it?" Cecily commented, as their plane touched down.

"I've never been one for fairy tales, especially Snow White, but at least I know the real thing is more than some singing ditz. Though I didn't expect her to be in control of such power," the Major commented.

"Yes...she and her Prince have quite the corner on magic and managed to pop out five magical babies while they were at it. Infiltrating Storybrooke won't be easy with all that, but if you're willing to play the long game, we may have a shot," Cecily replied.

"And what exactly do you mean by long game?" the Major questioned.

"The Snow and Charming that disappeared through that portal back in Seattle aren't the ones from this year. They were from the future," Cecily revealed.

"How the hell do you figure that?" the Major questioned.

"Because I'm from that future. I came with the curse and that curse that brought us to Hyperion Heights brought us to this world's past, five years in the past to be exact. That's why Snow and Charming couldn't call on Storybrooke for help," Cecily answered.

"And you didn't think to mention any of this before?!" the Major shouted at her. Cecily shrugged.

"Oops...but this can still work. We just have to wait five years and with my father's submarine, that will be easy to do. We have things we need to gather from other realms and I assure you that we can pull this off, if you can be patient," she stated.

"And what is stopping us from using this submarine to go to Storybrooke now?" the Major questioned. Cecily snorted derisively.

"Going to Storybrooke now could change the future and there is no telling what the consequences of that could be. But I know that it likely wouldn't bode well for us," she responded.

"Trust me, time travel isn't to be messed with. Snow and Charming didn't actually intend to break that law of magic. Gothel and Samdi were ultimately responsible for toying with time and she's dust now," Cecily warned.

"Five years…" the Major spat in annoyance. It was a setback that she didn't anticipate or like one bit. But...for the kind of power they were talking about, five years was really nothing in the grand scheme of things.

"Fine," she relented.

"After all, I've had other missions last longer, so I guess this will be no different. But make no mistake, any hint of betrayal on your part and you will be eliminated. If you think I can't figure out how to navigate all of this on my own, then you will find that you are sadly mistaken," the Major warned. Cecily smirked.

"Fair enough," Cecily agreed, knowing that the payoff ahead would ultimately be worth it...

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I was listening to a Podcast the other day, and they brought up something I never really gave much thought to, but I think it's confusing for sure. When Stefan becomes the Ripper, from what we've seen in his flashbacks, he feels remorse at after he's done feeding, but he supposedly has his humanity off - how is this possible? Or do we think when he was the Ripper of Mont. he actually had his humanity in tact? Can you shed some light with your thoughts on this and what it could mean?

I don’t think Stefan had his humanity off in Monterrey no, that wasn’t the same Stefan we saw in 1920′s Chicago with Klaus because he wouldn’t have been able to feel remorse if he had his humanity turned off. Stefan enjoyed the killing in Chicago but in Monterrey he looked like a drug addict completely high out of his mind who eventually came down from that high to see the damage that he’d done. Also I just don’t see how Seline could have looked into Stefan’s mind without his humanity and NOT seen evil, that dude is evil AF and he wouldn’t feel anguish since he’s incapable of feeling it. I also don’t think the writing the names of his victims is about reliving the “kill” if his humanity if on, I actually think because Stefan used to convince himself that he was a completely different person as “The Ripper” he also changed his motives for why he did things. The Ripper writes the names to relive the kill whereas Stefan writes the names to torture himself over what he’s done.

So I do think it’s confusing only because I just think it makes him complex in how he treated this dichotomy within himself, its why when he talks about the Ripper now he says “I” not “him”

Stefan: And whenI’m with her, everybone in my body tells me to join her, to enjoy it. But I know that if Ido, evena little I risk becoming him. The Ripper.(4x03)

Stefan: When I was the Ripper, I was one of a kind. No one can do what I do. (8x07)

#heartbeatspearlsandlace #stefan salvatore meta

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The Vampire Files/9

Fanfiction

Part 9

AU story, with characters from tvd/to, featuring Joel Goran from Saving Hope

Nick and Elena are FBI Agents investigating supernatural activities and homocide caused vampires and demons.

Expect witches, demons, vampires. Inspired by X-files, Twin Peaks, and many other shows

Main pairing_Nick Amaro & Elena Gilbert

tag_ @miguelsbrat

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"Conlindam in sanguinem" Elena murmurred sipping the blood slowly down Nick's mouth, repeating it in a manner that resembled a trance- and he, taken by the magic fighting inside of him now rolled his eyes, his whole body trembling in the worst possible fever.

Dita didn't move. She stood just watching nervously rubbing her hands. Now she whispered constantly as if in the same turmoil as Nick. "I never wanted this to happen-I never wanted this"

The little bit of consciousness that lingered made Nick feel like he was walking through the darkest fire of Hell. This was the darkest of magics Elena had not felt since she was a teenager. She as a medium could channel the magic through to the silver knife on Nick's chest making it void. Still in the state of delirium he clenched his teeth as the blood streamed through them somehow. And then he suddenly was calm and relaxed.

Elena stopped chanting removing the knife from his chest. Nick shot his eyes open looking around and as he realized where he was sat up now rubbing his mouth off seeing the blood on his hands. He wiped his mouth and hands off not looking at either Elena or Dita.

Elena walked out of the room speedialing Valerie again.

"Done. What next?" Elena said to the witch. This was the first time Elena asked her for a favour, even though Stefan had told her numerous times that she could trust Valerie entirely.

Flashback A year ago

Jackson and Elena got into the bar, both wishing Stefan a happy birthday.

"Beers and more shots!"Stefan ordered."Tonight we're going to get smashed. These two people here have cracked a biggest case ever. Everything is on me!"

"How many did he have already?" Elena asked Valerie.

"I am not counting. I only know I am driving him home" Valerie said.

It turned out that Jackson drove Stefan home. Valerie was called by an informant and asked Elena to accompany her. That night Elena learnt that Valerie was a witch as the informant was a trap. Elena dealt with the shaman in question as he wanted to strangle Valerie.

"Whenever you need a favour- I owe you one," Valerie said,"Angel heart"

Nick was quiet. Numb. He felt like he was stuck in one of those stories from the Twilight zone. But this was real. Same as the creatures he read about and now he was something. He was a creature of the darkness. He glanced at Elena and then his eyes met Dita's. Answers,they said. I need answers. Now!

"I will tell you everything" Dita said and sat down on the chair near a window opposite from him.

Elena, having finished talking to Valerie interupted them for a second.

"Ahm- before -well- I need to tell you that you would probably crave blood, so I will have to get you some. Won't be long"

Nick noded slightly like it was the most normal thing. In honest truth, he only cared to hear what Dita had to say.

Elena left them. She remembered so vividly the night her parents told her about her supernatural heritage.

"Why did that woman call me Angel Heart?" Elena asked her father.

"Because of the light you carry in your heart." he explained.

Elena's mind now wondered to a more pragmatic questions. Who knew about him and sent them to New Orleans? Someone in the Bureau did this- was Elena's thought.

Her phone rang and picked up the call.

×××× In Washington, D.C.

Caroline strolled out of the court house with Liv Parker, her fellow colleague, happily informing Klaus that the cross examination went in their favour.

"I had no doubt you would snare the defence" Klaus remarked.

"We are having a late lunch" she said in an informative way in her heart secretly hoping he would say he would meet them there.

"Take the rest of the day off. I am sending you preliminary details about the Fell case." Klaus said.

"Oh, the Bureau collected enough evidence?" Caroline said surprised as that case dragged on.

"Just received a call from the office,” Klaus said, "got to go. The mayor is expecting me. Good job, Forbes!"

They both hanged up and Caroline shone proudly. It was very rare Klaus had a thrill in his voice. She then commented about Klaus going to the mayor.

"He will run for the mayor" Liv said.

"What? Where did you hear that?" Caroline was stunned.

"It's a rumor," Liv replied,"Mayor's assistant is my friend. She has suggested he would run for the office. There is also a rumor that they are sleeping together"

"Klaus and Genevieve Guerrera?" Caroline was now wide-eyed. Her heart didn't want to hear this. But why should she care? Since she had arrived at the D.A.'s office, all they did was but their heads together and on very seldom occasions did he agree with her. Yes. Till he gave her that look transpiring his heart the other day. And eversince she could not stop thinking about him. Maybe this was what she needed to hear. Now she could stop thinking about him. He is a guy without a heart. She often said it. He is all work, sex and career. Not necessarily in that order.

Caroline got into her car and as if she was closing a case mentally wrapped her thoughts up.

*** In Carencro, LA

Nick waited for Heloise to start talking. The woman took a deep breath starting quite bluntly,"Your mother was a Nephilim. I believe you know what they are."

"Not quite,” Nick said," but as you saw my partner is very knowledgable about the creatures of the night- so she will soon explain. What was her name?"

"Cesaria" Dita said.

"And where is she?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything about her after she had left you here with me, in my care." Dita replied.

"And my father? My real father? Not the one you told me silly stories about"

"All the stories about him were true. He was human. Fiorello. A teacher. You know. He was killed in a car accident when you were nine months old. That is all true."

"Who is Isabella? The name of the woman on the tombstone? Well, she's obviously not my mother! Are you related to me at all?" Nick continued with the questions feeling the blood craving coming on strongly. It was a strange feeling, worse then hunger.

Dita could see his eyes getting yellowish and now took the knife Elena left on the table in her hands.

"I won't hurt you" Nick reassured the woman.

"I don't know that. No one knows how you’ll be. That is why she spelled you and left you behind"

Elena then entered the house and seeing him agitated now pored some of the blood she got from the butcher's into a cup. "Here"

He took it reluctuntly and had a sip. Immediately he felt at ease again.

"Thank you" he slipped as he had some more.

"Sorry to crash like this but just need to tell you that you that you won't need blood once the transformation is over" Elena said.

"Transformation?" Nick looked at her puzzled.

"Like werewolves change with the full moon. Nephilim change as well, but nothing major like that. At least that it what I know." Elena replied.

"And then- what will happen?"

"Can we talk about it later. Here, I also got you a sweater." Elena passed him the bag.

"Yeah- I need a shower" Nick stood up and went to the bathroom.

His talk with Dita was far from over, but he needed a breather. Way too many things happened at once.

The silent glare between Dita and Elena spoke volumes. Elena could see that the woman was going through a personal turmoil. The woman put the knife away on the table sighing.

"I knew this day was coming,” Dita said,"noone ever stays completely away from the darkness. At least not our kind. What are you? Not really a witch, but you can do spells?!"

"Demon hunter" Elena said simply.

"Not just a hunter. They can't do what you have just done"

"I am a bit different- yeah" Elena said. It was clear she didn't want to go into detail of all the aspects she possessed.

Nick now appeared. He seemed all right. The man she had known.

"We can go," he suddenly said,"there is an investigation we need to wrap up?!"

Denial. Elena inhaled deeply But, if he wanted to leave she could not telling him to stay.

Dita got up walking over to a chest of draws taking out a little box. She then silently passed it to Nick."This was your mother's."

He gulped a bit looking at the woman who had been a mother and a father all these years, who schooled him, raised him to be the man he was, a warm, compassionate, clever and generally a good person.

"She had her reasons for having done this. It was not easy for her. She wanted to protect you" Dita said.

Nick nodded a little. He looked at Elena giving her a sign that he was ready to leave.

To break the awkwardness Elena went out first. Nick followed. They each went to their respective cars. Just before he turned the ignition key, Nick turned to have one last look at Dita, who was standing at the front door. Whatever choice she had made he could not keep a grudge. This was not him. Dita put her hand up as if wanting to wave goodbye, but then put it down.

***

Meanwhile in NOLA

Dean sat down to write his report. His heart was heavy. The empitness her death left behind was eating up his soul.

Flashback Some time ago

"I could fall in love with you" Davina said as kissed Dean chuckling a bit then nestling on his shoulder.

Dean brushed up and down her back with his fingers lovingly saying "I thought you already are"

"Wow - you really are a charmer" she put her head up a little facing him.

"I was in love with you the moment I saw you. Maybe you put a spell on me " he said, a charming smirk dancing on his lips.

"Maybe.But real witches din't do that." the witch smiled back.

How could he not see what really was going on with her. Maybe he could have stopped it. Maybe. Maybe- drummed in his head. Now she was no more. It felt like his heart was cut out as well. He now returned to his report.

An hour later, in Algiers

"Drink now"- the witch said to Dean, who now took the bowl filled with the blood of a vampire. The Agent looked at the woman and with blurred vision from the hex he saw Davina in front of him nodding uttering, "Avenge me", he drank up.

"It is done!" the witch then run a stake through the Dean's heart and he screamed as the tip pierced it. She pulled it out murmuring words sipping some of the blood of a witch on the wound that healed immediately.

"Now we have a real monster. Come, drink from me!" A man now walked in from the side room smiling wickedly, slashing his wrist open putting the hand to Dean, who dug his fangs deep into the wrists sucking the potent blood hungrily into him.

At the Old No. 77 Hotel, Elena paid for the room service and wheeled the

“I’m not really hungry”

“You got to eat something.” Elena said.

“I’d rather you answer a few questions like - you knew what I was - why didn’t you tell me?”

"All right- I knew- but not straight away," Elena sighed,"I get this dream-like preminitions- and then I checked with Jenna."

"And then it was never the right time to tell me" NIck said.

"I should have just come to you and go- by the way, Amaro- you are a Bloodborn, a nephilim- a kind of a demon hunter-ok- are you having a beer or blood?"

"I get it -but still inbetween a pie and a doughnut you could have at least say that you were not just an Agent."

"And you would take that like it's an everyday thing" Elena said.

"I don't know. You could have tried, maybe you would have been surprised. But the trust issue was there from day one" Nick shot back.

"I have already admitted that it was a mistake. Like you never made one. And it's not that I din't trust you. I do. I actually trust you more than anyone I did before” Elena said with sincerest of eyes.

"You have s strange way of showing it," Nick mellowed down a bit,"You saved my life- twice-"

“We are not keeping score - or have you already forgot?!”

"No.” Nick huffed and sat down at the small table by the window,”This is the end. At least for me."

"What?" Elena looked at her partner in disbelief. "You're not going to quit, are you?"

"I can't continue with the work in the Bureau- not being this- whatever I am"

"So, you're going to bail. Leave me to kick their asses on my own?! I didn't think you were the bailing kind!" Elena was miffed.

"How can I go on? Look at me. Inside I fill like my gut will rip open. I feel like millions of wasps are swarming in my body." Nick said playing with the food in front of him. Huffing he got up and sat on the bed.

Elena stood up and walked over to him. She pressed her hand on his forehead. He was burning up. He was still in transition.

“Come on, lay down” she said.

"Stay" he uttered faintly, taking hold of her hand. “Please”

"Sure" Elena said taking his shoes off, and pulled the blanket over.

"Can you lay down- I won't bite" he said inhalind deeply.

She smiled a little at his comment and now taking her shoes off and jacket, she laid next to him.

He looked at her dearly. And Elena reciprocated.

"You're beautiful" he then slipped.

Elena knew that it was now the fever talking and played along a bit.

"Well, thank you for the compliment. Now close your eyes and try to sleep, ok?"

"I don't want to. I want to look at you. Forever" Nick blurted out.

"You can do that tomorrow, but now I am ordering you to sleep. Come on!"

“You promise that you won’t leave.”

“I promise” Elena said.

Taking her hand in his he closed his eyes. Elena rubbed the back of his hand gently with her thumb. She looked at him like he was not the creature from this world. Inhaling softly, she made a mental gulp, her feelings bubbling up inside her, made her wonder into a floaty daydream.

He brushed his fingers tips over her lips and raised her head. Tentatively, his lips grazed across hers, slowly, teasingly. And then his mouth took possession and his lips moved over hers, softly and yet demanding at the same time, filling her with an aching sensation, a desire that rumbled through her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She slid her tongue to his, savoring the hot velvet flesh, entwining ravenously with hers, pulling her deeper.

Elena inhaled softly, feeling her insides quake with the sudden desire streaming down her veins. Her heart flattered in her chest at the thought of his soft brown eyes opening, turning to her, smiling gently, brimming with feelings unspoken. She fluttered her eyes shut. Denying her feelings. But then, she stretched her arms across his chest, snuggling up to him, listening to his breathing that was getting calmer and more relaxed.

Where do they go from here? Can things get even more complicated? Absolutely.

#nick amaro #elena gilbert #nicklena #fanfiction #fanfiction crossover #danny pino #alternative universe #nina dobrev

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