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martyr by cant_pick_a_ship on AO3
chapters: 3/3
fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
pairing: Theo raeken/Liam dunbar
additional tags: Hurt Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken is Liam Dunbar's Anchor, Theo Raeken Needs a Hug, Theo Raeken is Part of the Pack, Homeless Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken-centric, Minor Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Protective Liam Dunbar, Bisexual Liam Dunbar, Oblivious Liam Dunbar, Beta Liam Dunbar, Stiles Stilinski is a bad friend, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, Author Is Not Religious, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Hell Trauma, Theo Raeken Has Nightmares, Theo Raeken Has Feelings, Theo Raeken Has PTSD, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, kind of, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Not As Bad As It Seems, Theo raeken has religious trauma, Character Study
summary:
mar·tyr /ˈmärdər/
NOUN
a person who is killed because of their religious or other beliefs.
alternatively: Theo struggles with the life he has now and the death of the life that the innocent 9-year-old Theo Raeken could have had
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Forget me Not Complete Master List
Fandoms: The Originals/The Vampire Diaries/Legacies/TVDverse
Warnings: I do not own nor do I claim to own any of the material, characters, or storylines from within the TVDverse. I am not making any profit from this, this is purely a passion project, from one to other fans who are willing to read.
15+: May contain moderate to strong language, sexual innuendos, and sexually charged scenes. Moderate to strong descriptions of violence, gore, torture, and practices of witchcraft.
F/F, F/M, M/M, GEN, + OTHER
Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson/Dylan O'Brien's character Salem Helsing, Elijah Mikaelson/Hayley Marshall, Rebekah Mikaelson/Marcel Gerard, Freya Mikaelson/Keelin Malraux, and Kol Mikaelson/Davina Claire.
I had no idea how any of it was possible for them to act as if they had never met me before in their long lives, how it was possible for them to claim to have absolutely no knowledge of me whatsoever when I had grown with them, loved, lost, and suffered, with them, changed with them in many ways just like they had changed when they became creatures of the night.
Despite all the moments I had shared with them, the memories we had made together at that moment I was nothing more than a stranger to them, a stranger who had miraculously reunited their family, but this family were unlike any other, this family was known as the Mikaelson’s, the original family of vampires, a family which had far more enemies than friends, and because of their long history of betrayals, treachery, and murder, there was not a chance in hell that either one of them was going to believe that I did this as some kind of selfless act...
Chapters and Links:
1 - Already Gone (2,529 words)
2 - Remember My Name (1,910 words)
3 - Father Returns (1,706 words)
4 - Almost Paradise (2,902 words)
5 - Here I Go Again (2,080 words)
6 - Once in a Lifetime (2,268 words)
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Buffy: Chaos Bleeds (Twisted Remix)
Warning: I do not own the rights to the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its spin-off series Angel, its dark horse comics continuation series, or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon and others in the Buffyverse. 15 years +, Mild to Strong Violence, Sexual References. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other +
Level One: The Magic Box
Buffy found herself waking up with her head in a book sitting on a chair at a table and as she soon discovered after pulling her head up out of the book and sitting up straight she quickly realized she was back at the magic box in Sunnydale, a place long destroy during the big battle against the first, leaving the slayer well and truly confused as to how she had got to a place that no longer existed. “Buffy this is a whole other level of jeepers!” Willow stated as she walked over from the magic box’s shop counter, as Buffy stood up to face her bewitching friend. “You can say that again,” Buffy replied as she looked around the magic box, a play which to use to be head of operations for her and her friends, in a town she had once called home. “Am I dead again?” “Not unless I am dead too which I really hope is not the case.” Willow answered her friend, only for them both to be shocked by Giles walking into the shop via the front door. “What the bloody hell is going on? The whole of Sunnydale is back in fact it is as if nothing ever happened to it barring the complete and utter emptiness of humans.” Giles stated as he walked over to the slayer and the witch. “I woke up on the couch in my old apartment which is by far the most peculiar thing that has happened to me in recent years and I am including my brief spell as a child after being resurrected by Angel.” “Clearly some kind of spell has been cast,” Willow told them both, only for both Giles and Buffy to look at her with suspicion and blame in their eyes. “Not me, I think I would remember casting a spell to bring the whole of Sunnydale back into existence.” “Well I certainly have not been casting spells, I leave that stuff to you!” Buffy replied to the redheaded witch. “I guess we hit the books,” Giles suggested as he took in the scenery of the shop he had once owned. “Which from a second’s observation seem to be all there.” “We cannot be the only ones here, can we?” Buffy wondered, just before two male vampires walked in the front door in full vampire face mode. “I meant non vampire companions.” “It really is like being home!” Willow declared as Buffy charged towards the two vampires in front of them.
Elsewhere in the Magic Box, Xander found himself sitting on a swivel chair within the training room dazed and confused to how he got there as he slowly stood up from his chair and took in the room once more, startled for it to look exactly like it once did and even more confused that he was back in a place long destroyed. “Crikey! As flashbacks go this is something else!” Xander stated, as Dawn walked in from the back door which lead to alleyway behind the Magic Box, looking equally as confused as her partner. “I was just putting Joyce to bed and then suddenly I was in the alleyway.” Dawn told Xander. “This is the Magic Box…Xander how is this the Magic Box?” “Your guess is as good as mine Dawnie, but I’d take a bet on something magical gone awry.” Xander replied as he walked over to the woman he loved, kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. “Let us just hope wherever we are Buffy is here too!” “I cannot believe we are back here after all these years.” Dawn admitted as she broke off her hug with Xander. “I never thought we would ever be in Sunnydale again…”
Spike, who was just as confused as the others, found himself walking downstairs to the basement of The Magic Box stunned to be back there once again before reaching the bottom of the stairs to be greeted by a male and female vampire duo in full vamp face eagerly awaiting him. “Got to admit taking out the big bad Spike is going to score us some major points with the boss!” The female vampire stated, creating curiosity from Spike who wondered who their boss could be and what kind of power this boss could have to be able to recreate Sunnydale on a whim. “Yeah well hate to break it to you both but neither of you are going back in one piece.” Spike promised before charging at them both, ready to dust them both and get to the bottom of what was behind all this madness masked as a memory. Spike quickly overpowered the male vampire, pulling out a wooden stake from his inner jacket pocket and launched it into the vampire’s chest, causing him to turn to dust, much to the horror of the female vampire who punched Spike across the face with force and fury, ready to kill or be killed. The female vampire managed to get in several punches to Spike’s face before Spike managed to catch her latest punch when it was in mid-air before launching the same wooden stake he had used on her partner, into her chest, causing her to turn to dust before him just like the vampire before her. Spike didn’t waste time celebrating his victory instead he found himself walking further through the basement where he quickly opened another door, one that led him into another room, a room which was half room and half cage and who else was locked up in the cage but Buffy’s son Tristan. “You lot sure do love locking me up!” Tristan complained, as he walked to his cage door. “Should have known one of you would be behind this.” “Hey, this is Giles’ creepy dungeon room, well the shop attached to it is…well was…” Spike mumbled as he looked around the room for a key to the cage door. “Really? All Giles had to do was ask.” Tristan joked as Spike found the key on the floor and picked it up before walking over to the cage door. “Hold up what do you mean this was his shop?” “Oh, nothing really but somehow you and I have wound up in Sunnydale.” Spike answered him as he began unlocking the cage door. “I thought Sunnydale was destroyed in Buffy’s big battle against the first?” Tristan asked, genuinely confused by their circumstances. “It was and it probably still is but some nutjob clearly has a case of nostalgia.” Spike guessed, uncertain to how they were in Sunnydale or how Sunnydale once again existed. “Are we the only ones here?” Tristan wondered, as Spike opened his cage door. “I mean it cannot just be us! At least I hope that because that would be hell.” “Nice to see you too kid,” Spike snapped back at him. “Something tells me we are not the only ones here, so you are in luck.”
Buffy, Giles and Willow were sat round the table within the shop floor of the Magic Box, each with a book in hand, desperately searching for some kind of answer to how they had wound back here or what could possibly have took them back. “I doubt it is a vengeance demon unless somebody has been making wishes again!” Giles stated before Dawn walked in with Xander from the training room door. “Well do not blame me I learned my lesson when Halfrek left us all homeward bound back in the day.” Dawn told the watcher, as she and Xander walked over to the table and sat down with the rest of the gang. “I just hope somewhere back in reality Andrew is still at mine looking after Joyce or else social workers are going to hate me!” “Welcome to my world Dawnie,” Buffy joked. “Although admittedly baby Joyce is nowhere near as hard work as you were.” “Hey, it is not my fault the monks made a key out of me or that some crazy hell god wanted to bleed me to get home.” Dawn replied to her older sister. “No but it was your fault for becoming a big kleptomaniac!” Xander joked with his girlfriend. “Says the guy who literally got the whole of Sunnydale singing because he was bored.” Willow chimed in, eager to tease her best-friend Xander. “Well I for one am glad that if we have to go through this nostalgic nightmare then at least we are all together.” Buffy told the group, attempting to reassure them in a time of uncertainty. “Well that’s rather uplifting love but we cannot pep talk our way out of this mess!” Spike said interrupting the group bonding time as he appeared from further back in the shop and began walking over to the scooby gang. “Clearly something has brought us here for a reason and it is going to take a lot of blood and sweat before we get out!” “Stating the obvious as ever Spike,” Buffy snapped at the peroxide blonde haired vampire as she stood up to face him. “Any helpful ideas on who or what is doing this?” “I would place all my money on the shadow demon.” Tristan stated as he appeared from further back in the shop and began walking over to them both, surprising his mother Buffy by his presence, who had believed her son was dead and gone. “Tristan,” She said with tears in her eyes, as her voice began to break. “How are you…” “Not too sure,” Tristan answered his mother before giving her a hug. “I was supposed to wind up back in the land of the living not in the past of Sunnydale.” “So, you said something about the shadow demon?” Giles asked Tristan, “Not that you no longer being dead is not remarkable it is just…” “I am the only one who does not belong in this memory world and you think I’m to blame for it somehow.” Tristan replied to the former watcher, as he broke off his hug with the mother. “Fair enough, I would probably make that assumption too.” “Nobody is blaming you,” Buffy said before looking around the room to notice everyone acting shifty, making it clear they all did blame him. “Well I for one am not blaming you!” “If you are not behind this and it is this shadow demon, where the hell are, we?” Dawn questioned her nephew, making her suspicions of him truly clear. “Other than the fact I can assure you it is definitely not the astral plane I have no bloody clue!” Tristan admitted to her, knowing nobody in the magic shop completely believed his words, nor should they, judging by his past. “I believe you!” Buffy told her son honestly, before addressing the group. “So, here’s the plan we are going to take this trip down memory lane all the way home, search the entirety of Sunnydale if it all exists again and then hunt down this shadow demon, kill it and go back to what we consider normality.”
The gang were back to basics in a town they once called home before it was destroyed, with the exception of Buffy and Angel’s son Tristan Summers along for this chaotic ride it was time for them all to get to the bottom of how they wound up home and whether or not Tristan was as innocent as he proclaimed.
Level One, Completed.
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L is for Love (Loud House Fanfiction) - Chapter 16 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/crfzxTtP4H This will be focusing on Luna and Sam's relationship
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Original Love
Warnings: I do not own nor claim to own the copyright or any of the characters within the TVDverse which consists of shows including “The Vampire Diaries”, “The Originals”, and “Legacies”. 18 Plus: Some chapters may contain graphic descriptions of sex, sexual smut, and fluff, that may be considered somewhat pornographic but only some chapters, think of it as a plot with some porn instead of porn with a plot. All chapters contain moderate to strong violence, language, and sexual innuendos. Strong displays of violence, gore, and torture, with supernatural horror elements and scenes of a sexual nature. F/F, M/M, F/M, GEN, OTHER +
CHAPTER TWO HERE
Chapter 3 - Gather up the Mikaelsons
It had been five whole years since Hayley Marshall had seen any of the Mikaelson siblings which meant it had been five whole years since her and Klaus’ now seven-year-old daughter Hope Mikaelson had seen her father or aunts and uncles, and that was not acceptable for the werewolf/vampire hybrid who had dedicated the last half of the decade trying to reunite the family and after chasing many leads that turned out to be dead ends Hayley had finally started to reach her goal. On a warm Summer’s day, Hayley had dropped her daughter Hope off with her step-grandmother Mary Dumas as she out to meet with a new ally with the intention of that day being the day that she would get to see Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, and Freya once again as this new ally promised to cure Elijah and Kol’s beast bites courtesy of Marcel Gerard, Rebekah’s curse, and Freya’s poisoning. Hayley found herself stood outside of the front of what looked like an abandoned garage but was secretly the headquarters to where she was stashing the comatose bodies of Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, and Freya, waiting for a certain heretic to show up to help awaken and cure them, as she slowly began to let herself that she would soon be reunited with her one true love Elijah and his siblings, siblings she had begun to love like they were her own siblings. “If news got out that a Petrova woman was helping the baby mother of Niklaus Mikaelson fix his eternally damaged brothers and sisters then my dead relatives would surely turn in their graves.” Darla Petrova announced after she vamp sped from out of nowhere, to now be standing right in front of Hayley. “Luckily for you, I jump at the chance to piss off the bloodline I’m reluctantly bound to.” “So, you’re the heretic I’ve heard so much about, I’ve heard a few stories about Klaus and your ancestor Katherine Pierce’s centuries-long feud.” Hayley greeted the half-vampire/half-witch hybrid who now stood before her. “If you must know Katerina Petrova or Katherine Pierce as you call her was born long after me which makes her my descendant, not my ancestor and as for her feud with Niklaus the entire supernatural community knows about that,” Darla interjected, showing little interest in that subject. “I am not here for girl talk I am here because you requested me and it just so happens you have what I need so let us go straight to me siphoning the magical bite out of the boys, un hexing Rebekah and curing the long lost Freya but if you think for a second about crossing me then I’ll siphon right out of you, put down your adopted family and hand use all over to that beast Marcel.” “Yeah, I cannot say I’m eager to hand over the remains of someone I once knew especially to some heretic that I basically found through supernatural gossips but I’m desperate which means you got a deal.” Hayley reluctantly agreed, as she pulled out keys from her right jean pocket and handed it to Darla. “There’s a storage place about five miles from here that’s where you’ll find Davina Claire…or what is left of her anyways.” “Do not worry my client is not planning anything untoward with the girl’s remains they just want to make sure her spirit can find peace and not continue to suffer anymore with the New Orleans ancestors,” Darla revealed to a suspicious Hayley. “Considering the bitches tried sacrificing her and then your family offered her up as a prime steak to them it is good somebody cares for the kid.” “I happen to know a lot of people who care for Davina, I care for her.” Hayley began to argue with the heretic. “Davina’s death…” “Happened at the hands or rather fangs of Kol Mikaelson a man she foolishly trusted and then your kid’s uncle Elijah who also happens to be your lover and the witch sister Freya cemented her fate.” Darla snapped back at the werewolf/vampire hybrid. “And you very easily handed over her remains so please do not stand there and spin me a lie because frankly, I do not give a damn!” “For someone who does not give a damn, you sure seem to be holding up a lot of judgment!” Hayley replied, making it clear she knew Darla was not as carefree about it all as she was pretending to be. “Listen, wolf girl, my client happens to be Davina Claire’s father and just wants to put her to rest I guess to numb some of the guilt he had for abandoning the poor girl,” Darla confessed to Hayley, shocking her by her revelation. “I do not sell out other women if that is what you were thinking, well not without their consent first.” Hayley’s interest was well and truly peaked after hearing about Davina’s father for the first time ever, wondering who he was and wishing he had a chance to have been in Davina’s life which could have saved her from going through such a traumatic life. Hayley had so many questions about the absentee father, but she also knew Darla Petrova was here to help her with her family not answer questions about Davina’s.
Marcel Gerard had reached the top of the supernatural hierarchy after becoming an upgraded original and reclaiming his role as the king of his city New Orleans. The Mikaelsons were banished from the city except for Klaus who remained in a cage located within the underground tunnels of New Orleans as Marcel kept a man who was once like a father to him as his prisoner as evidence to prove he was now the most powerful being. Thanks to his upgrade courtesy of meddling vampires and the New Orleans ancestors Marcel had secured almost everything he had always the one thing he could not claim was the love of his life Rebekah Mikaelson. Being a king to his beloved city meant nothing if he did not have his queen to share it with but the painful truth was that Marcel knew Rebekah was a Mikaelson which meant no matter what her family, the people who killed Davina, would always come before him and that was just something he could not get over. Losing Davina Claire, the girl he loved like a daughter, was something Marcel could not forgive himself for, not only because he could not protect her as he promised but because he allowed her to get close to Kol, the vampire who killed her. Marcel loathed Kol for killing Davina, but his true anger laid within Freya and Elijah for the parts they played in cementing Davina’s demise as they once again put their own family above all else. Marcel’s grief over the woman he claimed as his own kin was so strong and had wounded him so deeply that he would rather hold onto the hurt, rage, and vengeance inside of him than allow himself to feel anything for his one true love Rebekah knowing if he were to reunite with her, he would too wind-up reuniting with her siblings, something he could never do. “I have got to admit for the legendary home of the first family of vampires I was kind of expecting something a little grander this place kind of just looks like well a slaughterhouse which I know is ironic considering it was,” Lazarus stated, as he walked into the Mikaelson compound, walking his way over to Marcel who was stood there waiting for the male witch. “You must be the ironically named Lazarus witch who specializes in necromancy,” Marcel replied with his signature charm as he walked over and shook Lazarus’ hand. “I have to say Mr. Gerard my rush to meet you was something non-existent purely because of your persistency to get me to revive Miss Davina Claire and I am afraid to say that is not something I am willing to do,” Lazarus informed the upgraded original after breaking off their handshake. “The kind of magic I dabble in comes from a dark heritage and to use it to bring back such a pure spirit would be defiling everything about the woman you have come to miss so dearly.” “Right, so you came all the way to my city to deny me the one thing I have asked of you!” Marcel snapped, furious by the necromancing witch’s inability to bring back Davina. “You better have a good reason for being here or I may just have to kill you right here and now.” “As we speak my most persistent colleague is about to awaken your prisoner Klaus’ siblings and I can get her to awaken them just for hybrid Hayley to watch them all die barring Rebekah who will just become a soulless ripper which in all honesty would not change her personality that much if at all.” Lazarus was quick to respond, making it clear he had something else to offer the king of New Orleans. “Or she can heal the wounded and cure the hex the decision being entirely yours if you allow me a little visit to your prisoner.” “You seriously want me to believe that you have it within your power to choose whether the Mikaelsons live or die?” Marcel questioned him, in no rush to believe anything the witch was saying to him. “Forgive me if I’m not in a rush to believe anything you say let alone allow you alone time with Klaus.” “Listen up you are nothing but a pompous little witch project! I could have her cure only Rebekah and make her watch as her beloved siblings perish which is something, I believe you would probably enjoy, or I could just lead a hexed Rebekah straight to your door ready to rip off that head of yours.” Lazarus threatened Marcel, making it clear he did not fear him in the slightest. “You may have grown far too accustomed to everyone being your bitch over recent years, but I am not afraid of you and I am literally the one standing between life and death for your one true love so wise the fuck up and make a friend out of me before you make an enemy you would really have to worry about…now to kill the Mikaelsons or not to kill the Mikaelsons? And I highly suggest you rush my prison visit!”
To say the last five years had been particularly difficult for Klaus Mikaelson would be an understatement considering he had spent the last half of the decade being imprisoned by a man who he raised and forced to endure ongoing torture followed by Papa Tunde’s blade continuously being plunged into his chest and then pulled back out whenever Marcel saw it fit to do so. Klaus was feeling the lowest he had ever felt as he began to believe that his current imprisonment would never end making any chance of a family reunion seem impossible to the original hybrid as he feared Marcel Gerard would never let him go nor let him be with his daughter Hope who had spent the last five years without her father by her side but little did Klaus realize that his escape was vital to a certain figure from his past. “This whole beat and the broken thing you have going for yourself is one hell of a turn off I am not going to lie,” Lazarus admitted as he walked into Klaus’ prison to find Klaus chained up against the wall looking a shell of his former self, the sight of his first love in so much pain hurting the necromancing witch. “You are not real!” Klaus hysterically shouted at him, clearly broken by his torment, not believing anything he saw anymore. “None of you are real!” “I’m going to take a wild guess and presume you’ve been hallucinating certain family members and those two annoyingly beautiful blondes,” Lazarus replied to the original hybrid as he kneeled towards Klaus’ face. “Of all those twisted illusions I doubt you ever once saw me…” “No,” Klaus replied, not realizing how much his admission wounded Lazarus, mostly because he did not believe Lazarus was even there. “Well then after all these years why would I suddenly cross your mind now when you clearly forgot all about me a long time ago?” Lazarus asked him, trying to persuade Klaus into believing he was there and not a figment of Klaus’ imagination. “You have crossed my mind so many times over the years you have haunted my dreams more than any other I never stop asking myself how I could have done things differently if only I could have saved you back then and now you would not be here as another ghost of my past tormenting me like all the others,” Klaus confessed to his first love before being caught off guard by Lazarus leaning over and kissing the original hybrid gently on the lips. “You are not too far gone to not realize that was real.” Lazarus reminded him, hoping his kiss would make Klaus realize that he was there. “The enchantments on your chains are no more thanks to me and the blade inside your chest is just waiting for you to toughen up and pull out!” “You cannot be real you are dead!” Klaus cried in disbelief. “Aren’t we all?” Lazarus replied before going on to say. “I have loved you for a thousand years Niklaus there is nobody on this earth that has ever or will ever love you as I love you; you were my first and despite everything you remain to be mine forever. Something is coming Klaus and you need to get off your ass and fight if not for me then do it for your daughter because she along with everybody else will not survive if you do not keep fighting!” At that moment Lazarus knew his choice of words was perfect, knowing with certainty that the mere mention of Klaus’ daughter Hope would force the original hybrid into action knowing that he would do anything for the family especially his daughter and something was well and truly coming so Klaus and everybody else had to get ready for one hell of a fight.
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Origins of Magic
Warnings: I do not own the rights to the television series "The Originals", "Vampire Diaries", or "Legacies" and do not own any of the characters within the TVD universe, I am making no profit from this and have no intention for this fanfiction series except for readers to enjoy.
15+ Mild to Strong Violence, Strong Language, Witchcraft, sexual scenes, and sexual references.
F/F, F/M, M/M, Other.
CHAPTER TWELVE HERE
Chapter 13 - The Fall of The Supreme
Long, long, long ago…four beings of pure magic were born into this world, and as the years passed, all four of these magical beings managed to find each other with the aim to make the world a better and more magical place to which they did with great success as they shared their powers with others creating the first witches in history, as these four beings found themselves considered gods by their kind. However, not all the original witches were as grateful as they should be for their newfound gifts, desiring the power and infamy that these gods of magic had found so easily, the witches in question being lovers Sapphire and Auxentios, together they plotted to conquer their powers for themselves, to which they succeeded in doing by removing parts of the gods, rendering then human like them before casting a spell to erase, change, and mold Annabella, Magnus, Kayne, and Primrose’s minds to better control the gods. Sapphire quickly betrayed her lover Auxentios by making the gods believe she was their mother, making them believe they were siblings in the process, splitting the world’s first coven in two and beginning a feud between her former love, a feud which would last for the ages…and that is the origins of the witches, the world’s first covens and a glimpse into the so-called gods’ beginning, however, that is enough digging into the past for now…
Kayne Black had lived many lifetimes, one lifetime known as a prince to the witch kingdom, then a traitor to witches for killing his brother, then centuries he lived as a nobody with his siblings as castle and for a brief time he was Kagién Black the husband of the now deceased Estevan and for even shorter time he lived in the body of Auxentios, but one lifetime he never remembered until now…was his first. “I still do not bloody understand why the hell we have ditched the others when it’s clear as anything we may need the extra witch power.” Klaus argued from the behind the wheel of his car, driving on an empty road in the middle of the day, with Kayne sitting in the passenger seat of the car. “I mean she’s already killed you once.” “For your information it was my brother who burned me alive and now the memories are returning to my mind I’m beginning to realize just how powerful I really am.” Kayne replied to the original hybrid. “There’s still so much I do not get like what the hell was the point of the bone blade, why you thought it was something completely different and how the hell you’ve spent centuries after centuries with no clue who you are.” Klaus continued to argue with the man he once believed was a witch. “And if you’re not some bloody witch, what the hell are you?” “Sapphire and Auxentios made us all believe that if we ever found our parts that they were weapons, ones that could kill us which is a pretty genius way of making sure we never looked for it and if Sapphire did not come back from the dead then I’d have never found the part she stolen from me…they only mention the one blade though, so god knows what or where the stolen parts of my siblings really are.” Kayne attempted to explain to Klaus, realizing Klaus was only getting more confused. “So, are you even Kayne Black?” Klaus wondered, as he continued driving. “I’ve been him longer than I ever was what I was before, as much sense as that makes.” Kayne replied with a laugh, finding his recent attempt at explaining rather funny. “None of this is funny! My siblings are being held captive by a witch who spelled you into calling her mummy and apparently this bitch is strong enough to take us all down which is why I went to bloody Greece in the first place and now suddenly, you a witch with the longest case of amnesia ever is the key to killing my family’s most recent tormented.” Klaus snapped, clearly frustrated and worried over his family’s fate, a state Kayne had never witnessed from his former lover before. “This progressed version of the you, the one whose shows fear for his family instead of loathing and suspicion is highly refreshing Niklaus.” Kayne genuinely admitted with a soft smile, as Klaus kept his eyes on the road, Kayne not noticing Klaus’ sly smile caused by Kayne’s compliment. “I just wish you cared for me in this way so many years ago…but take note in case things do not go to plan…in all my lifetimes I only ever loved you!” “Why are you telling me this now?” Klaus asked him. “This conversation is surely one that can wait till after we murder your fake mother!” “Because one way or another everything changes today, and I just wanted to let you even though you never loved me like I wanted you too I did love you and I do care for your family too.” Kayne said exposing his truth without fear of rejection. “It is because of that fondness I will make sure your siblings make it out alive today…as long as you stay the hell away from mine!” Klaus wanted to admit his own truth, that he did love Kayne all those centuries ago and that perhaps he still loved him now but instead he stayed silent, knowing his whole focus had to go into killing his latest enemy, focusing purely of the fall of the supreme witch Sapphire Black.
“Please remind me again why you only managed to prison break me and not Kol or Elijah?” Rebekah asked furiously, clearly unamused with the fact that her and Rose were alone together, standing within a motel room, located somewhere in New Orleans. “Trust me if I could pick which Mikaelson I could babysit then break free I sure as hell would not pick you but Bella breaking you out would clearly be too obvious to our dear mother hence me being stuck as your prison guard and her getting stuck with Kol.” Rose replied to the original vampire, making it clear she was as unamused by their union as Rebekah was. “Which means Magnus has Elijah so please tell me he’s your favorite brother, so I get to kill my brother as our next move as the dynamic duo.” “I get your well-earned hatred for your mother and I most certainly get the need to kill one’s treacherous brother but why the bloody hell did you break me out instead of just doing the job yourself?” Rebekah continued to question her new ally. “I may a crazy psychotic bitch like yourself which is why I think we’ve always loathed each other so much but if I was going into a suicidal mission with any Mikaelson I’d choose you…mainly because two of me is better than one.” Rose answered her with a smile, knowing with certainty her words both wounded and complimented her frenemy. “Oh god I really hope the both of us do not die because I would hate for the last words, we ever shared to be even remotely considered kind.” Rebekah responded with some sarcasm, and some honesty. “Sounds good to me…if I have to think with my master bitch brain instead of my vengeance bitch brain then I suggest we get to Kol first, then we’d me one Mikaelson and one Black up from this terrible twosome.” Rose suggested to the original female vampire. “Bella should be easy I mean screwing over family is her thing, besides, she’d do anything you tell her considering she never really got over you.” Rebekah always thought her, and Rose would never be on the same page but somehow on this day they were, much to both of their horror, and yet somehow, she seemed easily calmed by this union, probably too worried about the witch who can randomly grow white oak trees and her sibling’s fates to worry about Rose or consider the idea that her former love Bella was in fact still in love with her.
Magnus Black was furious with his siblings and believed he had every right to be, and as he stood outside the gates of Lafayette Cemetery watching Elijah vamp speeding through the cemetery repeatedly looking for a new way out, he could not help but begin to find himself relating to the Mikaelson sibling, comparing Elijah’s undying will to escape the cemetery and save his siblings similar, believe it or not, to how he used to be. “There is no need to keep looking for a way-out Elijah for you are bound here for as long as it takes for the rest of your family to try and fail to save you!” Magnus warned the noble original, as Elijah now stood still on the other side of the gates. “My family and I have a vast experience in killing witches and I am sure once we kill your mother, we may not even get the chance to kill you because your sisters will do that for us especially after what you did to Kayne!” Elijah replied with a warning of his own. “Kayne betrayed me like my sisters the only regret I have about killing that fool is the fact that I did not then get to get Rose and Bella straight afterwards.” Magnus told him. “I was once as loyal to my siblings as you are to yours…until it got me killed but hey at least I learned after one death haven’t you died like twice for them now?” “Because dear brother he knows what family truly means whereas you, well your mother’s little bitch!” Kayne stated after appearing behind his brother, as if out of nowhere, delighting Elijah with his presence, who was instantly glad to see a man he once believed to be dead, alive. “The irony of which is wasted on you for now.” “You know I had a feeling you would be back but hey it just means I get to kill you again.” Magnus replied as he turned to face his brother. “This time around I have the upper hand.” Kayne boasted before waving his hand and going on to say. “Chronos éxo.” With those words Magnus eyes instantly closed as he fell to the ground with force, completely unconscious without any fight, proving to his elder brother that in that moment his power was far greater. Kayne wasted no time in reveling in defeating the brother who was burned him alive, before moving his right hand in the direction of the gates in front of him with an effortless glide, forcing the gates open with his magic, destroying his brother’s spell in the process much to Elijah’s delight. “How are you…” Elijah asked the newly resurrected witch, as he walked out of the cemetery. “You’re meant to be…” But before Elijah could string a single sentence together to quiz Kayne’s miraculous ressurection, Klaus had vamp sped his way to now be standing next to Kayne. “It’s a long story brother how about we talk it all out around a nice fire fueled by the body of this supreme witch?” Klaus interjected, with his devilish grin, eager as always to get to the killing.
“Are you really keeping an original vampire in the backroom of a bar?” Rose asked as she walked into Rosseau’s to find Bella stood behind the bar counter, looking less than pleased to see her sister. “I hope you have at least given Kol a bottle because if not then that is truly wicked even by my standards.” “Rose you should not leave Rebekah unguarded if our mother finds out…” Bella began to say, only for her younger sister to interrupt her. “Yeah, I do not give a damn and I really do not understand why you suddenly give a damn.” Rose snapped at her, as she continued to walk closer towards the bar counter. “Because Kayne is gone, and our mother has the means to bring him back.” Bella argued with her, clearly fearing never seeing her younger brother ever again. “We can bring him back!” Rose shouted, refusing to see Bella’s side. “You’ve taken them both down before and you can do it again.” “No, I cannot!” Bella replied with a sense of defeat. “I had Magnus to help me with mother and then you and Kayne to help me with Magnus…in case you have not noticed we’re missing a sibling.” “Of course, I have noticed, which is why I’m taking some investment in all of this instead of running for the hills which would be the wiser move.” Rose admitted to her. “Instead, I’m going to set Kol free not just because he’s the most tolerable Mikaelson but because I will not allow some bitch, use our brother’s death as a pawn to control us!” “If you make a move for the backroom Rose, I will put you down and in case you do not remember I am the stronger sibling.” Bella warned her youngest sibling, making it clear she would stop her if she needed to, not expecting her words to be followed by Rebekah vamp speeding her way into the bar. “Well, I never thought I’d see the day where I would be standing by your sister’s side Annabella and that you were the one whose neck, I would have to break in order to get to my brother Kol.” Rebekah said to the woman she used to love. “Not that I want to but there is nothing I will not do for my brothers no matter how annoying they may be.” “Rebekah, I do not want to hurt you…” Bella began to say to the original female vampire. “Neither do I you, but I will.” Rebekah replied, making it clear where they both stood. Rebekah and Rose were more than ready to take on Bella if they had to, hoping their newfound kinship was enough to take down Annabella and get to Kol while Bella prepared to fight her only sister and a vampire whom she had loved for many centuries, each believing they were doing best for their family. “As much as I do love all the angst and drama here, I do believe a mere hello from myself would get you girls all on one side…my side.” Kayne said as he walked in through the front door of Rosseau’s, much to Rebekah, Bella, and Rose’s surprise, as until that moment they had believed he was dead. “Well, I knew you were as conniving as me when you needed to be brother but coming back this quickly after death is a whole other level.” Rose joked as she ran over to her brother and hugged him tightly, all three of the women happy to see him alive again, as Bella and Rebekah both smiled at each other, relieved to not have to fight and deliriously happy that Kayne was back. “I cannot take any of the praise for my return from the grave,” Kayne admitted as he broke off his hug with his sister Rose and turned his attention to Rebekah. “Your brother Klaus and your sister-in-law Davina led that mission but now that I am back it’s time for these two warring families to stop with the feuding and tell me where Sapphire is so I can kill her.” “Kayne I happy your back believe me I am but you stand no chance against our mother!” Bella warned him, not wanting to lose her brother all over again. “She’d kill you in a second without giving a damn!” “The Kayne you knew stood no chance against our mother yes, but here is the thing, I am not the Kayne you know neither or at least just not him and Sapphire well she is not anyone’s mother.” Kayne announced to them all, confusing them with his words at first, but more than ready to explain it all to them…after he dealt with the self-proclaimed supreme who had masqueraded as his mother for far too long and now it was time for her to pay for that, and many other, of her crimes.
Sapphire Black was not born with magic nor was she the first to possess it but thanks to her constantly conniving ways she had become known as the queen of magic following years of plotting with and against her fellow original witches but despite her multiple manipulations, lies, and betrayals, there is one thing she never quite understood and that was loyalty, which led to her first down fall, and then her finale fall. “Should have guessed that you’d be hold up in the compound all this time I mean you always did have a thing for stealing what was not yours now didn’t you.” Kayne stated as he walked into the compound to find Sapphire stood next to the fountain in contemplation. “Out of all of my children I underestimated you most of all so to see you back from the dead and with barely a week since your death I cannot help but admit I was wrong about you; in fact, you keep this up and you may just become my favorite child.” Sapphire replied, not knowing all her lies had already been exposed. “I am not your son, neither am I exactly Kayne but you already knew all of this.” Kayne responded as he began walking towards Sapphire, instantly striking fear in the supreme as she began to put the truth together. “I told Magnus making you his favorite would only lead to a self-gratuitous spoiled little bitch brat!” Sapphire attempted to act quickly as she held up her hand but before she could even make a move on the newly revived Kayne, Kayne ushered the word “eksplodirati” forcing the supreme witch to fall to her knees before beginning to cough up her own blood for what seemed like several moments until she let out an inhumanely high pitched scream as her body began to tear apart before briefly catching on flames, burning for mere seconds before her body completely exploded in a violent combustion of blood and guts, splattering all over the compound grounds, as Kayne smiled in delight to have finally defeated the villain in his story, before he began to work on healing what he and his sisters broke about the afterlife in order to ensure Sapphire and everyone else who was dead stayed dead.
Kayne went on to inform both his sisters Annabella and Primrose the truth about their true origins and the lies their so-called mother had made them believe, telling them both how out there in the world somewhere there were parts of them that would not only finally make them feel complete but would restore them to their former glory like it had done for him, setting their sisters off on paths that led them away from New Orleans, and the Mikaelson’s. However, as time came to tell his brother Magnus the truth, to say Magnus was hesitant to trust him was a severe understatement, forcing them both to a stand still to which Kayne believed he could fix, mostly because after everything that had transpired, there was nothing he wanted more than to restore his family, even if they were not family by blood, now more than ever, he knew family was the most important thing to him. “Must we keep repeating our own history Magnus? Sure, I helped kill you, but you single handily kill me while letting our sisters off with nothing more than a simple telling off even though you and I both know Annabella was the mastermind behind that murder.” Kayne argued with his elder brother Magnus, as the two of them stood within the Lafayette Cemetery. “I trusted you! Above all of them, you were meant to be the purest of all us all and you betrayed me like it was nothing.” Magnus continued the argument. “For the last time most of our memories were a lie crafted by that bitch, which not to point figures once again but you’re the idiot who chose her to be a witch in the first place!” Kayne pointed out. “I am talking of the memories after we killed her when she was too dead to manipulate any memories, when all of us were together until you all decided I was not worthy of being one of you.” Magnus argued, making it clear his hatred for his brother had not wavered. “If I say I’m sorry would that even mean anything? If I say sorry will you at least come with me to restore yourself so you can finally find the truth for yourself? Or to hell with it would you just come with your brother so if you wanted to take me down again you would actually stand a chance?” Kayne pleaded with him, giving his brother several options, determined to reconcile with Magnus, one way or another. “Why would you leave Mystic Falls when you are so close to getting the happy ending with Klaus? The one you have dreamed about ever since that day in the castle when you first met?” Magnus asked, making it clear that although he was dead, he may have checked in on his siblings once or twice. “Yes, because the four of us were born into this world, we found each other, all for a reason and clearly we did not get that right the first time around…so I say with newfound knowledge and a history of mistakes behind us it is about time we start making things right again.” Kayne admitted to his brother. “Besides the possibility of that particular happy ending died a death even I cannot resurrect.” “Okay…I am down for one brotherly road trip but whether your newly empowered now or not if you cross me again, I’ll put you down for a second time with no hesitation whatsoever…in fact I reckon I’ll get a kick out of killing you all over again.” Magnus gave in, promising his brother if this were a trick, then it would be a trick he would quickly regret. “Your looking good for a thousand years old, give or take,” Rose Black stated as she met Kol Mikaelson down by the docks of New Orleans. “Any chance you’d be up for one hell of a fun road trip murdering the many in search of finding whatever it is that is going to restore me to some kind of god glory?” “Oh, I would love nothing more than to help a dear friend become even more powerful and more of a threat to my paranoid brother Niklaus, but I have a wife and children to go home to now and I have already been away from them for far too long.” Kol replied to his dear friend. “I know how disappointed you must be in me to see how I have ended up so domesticated.” “No, do not get me wrong I much prefer the ruthless psychopath who made one hell of a wingman, but I am glad that despite an eternity of betrayals, madness, and complete and utter misery, that through all of that, you found happiness…gives a girl some hope.” Rose admitted to him. “If I do not let the newfound god status go to my head, I may come visit you and the wife afterwards, Kayne told me she’s quite the witch, and quite the beauty…” “I would like nothing more than to have you in my home.” Kol said with a smile as he walked over to his friend and gave her a hug. “But if you try to steal my wife, I will rip your head off myself!” “Do not worry I tend to not get too close with witches these days, not after the one in Venice.” Rose replied as she broke off their hug, reminiscing over a history only her and Kol. “Although he was delicious.” “Oh yes, that he was!” Kol responded with a sense of fondness. Rose and Kol had more of a history than anyone knew, after all they were both centuries old and prone to never sticking to their family’s rules, so just because the rest of their families kept away from each other, did not mean these two friends ever followed those rules, sharing many secrets between each other, secrets that neither of their families had any idea about.
“Let me come with you!” Rebekah Mikaelson pleaded with Bella Black as the two stood next to each other in Rosseau’s. “I cannot promise happy endings because my life does not have an ending for now nor can I promise you happiness, but I can promise you love for however long it lasts…” “Are you not still married to Marcel?” Bella asked the female original. “Seems to me like you should be making that kind of speech to him, not me.” “Marcel and I…” Rebekah began to say. “Never worked out so here you are looking at the past…Rose was wrong, yes, I loved you, and yes there’s a part of me that still does but I can’t do anything until I am fully restored…until I know who I really am and if that person even wants to be with you.” Bella answered her. “For the first time in forever I am putting myself first!” Rebekah could not deny her hurt over Bella’s rejection but she could understand it now more than ever, she had to let her go once again, this time allowing Bella the choice this time around, knowing it could be a long time before she would see her again, hoping she would one day see her again whether it be in her remaining years as a vampire or as a human courtesy of the cure following Damon’s eventual death. However sad Rebekah or Kol may have felt to say their goodbyes to the Black siblings at least they were given chances for their goodbyes, as neither Elijah nor Klaus saw any of them following the fall of the supreme witch, but all the originals were together wondering the same thing, will they ever see any of the witches again?
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Warnings: I do not own the rights to the television series “The Originals”, “Vampire Diaries”, or “Legacies” and do not own any of the characters within the TVD universe, I am making no profit from this and have no intention for this fanfiction series except for readers to enjoy. 15+ Mild to Strong Violence, Strong Language, Witchcraft, sexual scenes, and sexual references. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other.
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Chapter 11 - A Hybrid in Greece (Part Two)
Klaus and Davina stood within the underground tomb located somewhere underneath the city of Athens, Greece, standing in front of the now half opened stone coffin where a man who looked like he was in his late 40s lay, the man in question being the supreme witch of the light coven, the coven of Divinity, Auxentios who lay there lifeless, although it may have been the supreme witch’s body, another spirit was about to inhabit it, the spirit of Kayne Black. “What the bloody hell?” Kayne wondered, as he opened the eyes of his new body, before climbing out of its coffin. “Of all the comebacks in all of the worlds, how the hell have I wound up here?” “Wait, you did not expect Estevan to dump your body in this ancient witch’s?” Davina asked, confused by Kayne’s shock, as Klaus remained too shocked himself to talk. “Well I figured things would be trickier this time around considering I have no body, but I did not expect to be in the body of my sister and brother’s possible father that’s for sure.” Kayne admitted to the harvest witch, as he now stood in front of her, in the body of supreme witch Auxentios. “I guess Estevan thought it would level the playing field but considering my mother was the woman who put Auxentios here in the first place…wait where is Estevan?” “He...” Davina began to say but was quickly interrupted by Klaus. “He sacrificed himself to bring you back he said he did not want to hurt another innocent that you should not feel guilty, he’ll be happy knowing you get to live again.” Klaus said, finally managing to speak, his urge to comfort Kayne overweighing his shock for the situation. “Oh,” Kayne said with a sigh of sadness, as tears formed in the eyes of the man he was now possessing. “I guess he really committed to that no killing anybody stick…he will be missed but his sacrifice will not go in vain.” “He will be missed?” Davina questioned her fellow witch. “The guy was your husband and all you have is he will be missed?” “Do not get me wrong I am deeply saddened for the death of a dear, incredible and trusting friend but a marriage of love it was never.” Kayne explained to her. “Our ill advised marriage was a power play because of Estevan’s status among the dead it turned into a great friendship that lasted centuries, one that taught me many things about my own mortality but love was something I learned not to mess with a long time ago…” “Yes, on that note we should really get to your plan on killing this bitch of a mother of yours and getting my siblings back from her imprisonment.” Klaus stated, eager to change the current conversation, eager also to get back to their main mission. “Save your siblings and my siblings Niklaus, I’m not back within this mortal realm to be played like a puppet, your siblings will be saved as will mine but first I need to make a quick stop within this city, to see an old friend who just so happens to also be an old foe.” Kayne replied to Klaus, making sure the importance of saving his family was known to both the hybrid and Davina, while cryptically also pointing out that their time in Athens had not quite come to an end.
Kayne Black stood there in nothing but a towel within his hotel room in Athens, looking at his reflection on the glass of his hotel window, uneasy with the sight of someone else looking back at him, as he began wondering if he could ever get used to this new reflection or even if he’d have the time to do so considering his brother Magnus would try to kill him once again, and if he did not their mother sure would. “If it makes you feel any better this older version of you is almost as hot as your original body.” Klaus stated after vamp speeding his way into Kayne’s hotel room. “Yeah considering I was all too recently burned alive, hot is probably the worst thing to describe my new body.” Kayne joked, as he turned around to face the original hybrid. “I was hoping Estevan wake make the most of what my sisters and I broke and found a way to bring me back in my own body, however, I’m sure he had his reasons for my current state and whatever they are I cannot argue with them considering it cost him his life.” “Do you remember that day you and I got lost in the woods?” Klaus asked him, catching the witch off guard with his question. “Those woods were treacherous I got lost in them many times, if it were not for spells and potions I’d still be lost in those woods.” Kayne replied, pretending not to know what Klaus really meant. “I mean the day we got lost and chose to remain lost for what felt like days…” Klaus reminisced with a soft smile on his face. “How we completely lost ourselves in each other, left no surface of the others untouched…and longed to spend all of eternity in that glorious moment.” “I tend not to look backwards, especially on beautiful lies…I may never have truly loved again after you Niklaus but Estevan gave me something you could not, a true love, perhaps not the one in stories but his loyalty was everything to me.” Kayne admitted to his former lover. “The focus now is for Estevan’s sacrifice to not be in vain, that we do not allow Annabella, Kol, Primrose, Rebekah or Elijah to die as well as him.” “What makes you think your mother has taken your siblings hostage too?” Klaus questioned the witch. “She is their mother as well as yours and it was not her who killed you but your brother…” “As for Magnus we killed him first so that is nothing more than a petty grievance to be worked out brother to brother, however, my mother is diabolical in every way and I cannot nor will not allow her corrupt my sisters any further.” Kayne responded to Klaus, knowing his siblings were far from innocent, but refusing to believe they were as bad as their mother. “I am thankful you trusted me enough that I am standing here but I need to know that I can trust you before we go any further.” “Do you even need to ask?” Klaus wondered, hurt by this, but understanding it at the same time considering their complicated past. “I may not have the same heart to break like you did once before but my siblings are the only constant left in my life so I am going to trust you Niklaus Mikaelson but I promise you my mother will seem like a wall flower in comparison if you so much as harm a hair on my siblings’ heads.” Kayne both threatened and promised the man he once loved.
Klaus, Davina and Kayne had found themselves in the backroom of a local restaurant, located within the city of Athens, having walked straight through the busy restaurant, the customers and employees instantly enchanted by a spell that took Kayne mere moments to cast as they walked through the restaurant and into the back room, as they now stood in front of a seemingly plain brick wall. Kayne gave Klaus a not so knowing look, not so knowing because Kayne was now wearing a new face, which told Klaus what he had to do, and wasting no time at all, Klaus began charging at the wall with his superior speed, attacking it again and again until he broke through it revealing another shocking scene for both Klaus and Davina. “I think I’m going to have to move to Athens!” Davina declared, as she and Klaus looked on in shock as they saw a room covered in ancient marble from floors, walls, to ceiling as a pure golden fountain with no water springing from it. “Okay can we spare the dramatics this time around and just get to the bloody reasoning as to why the hell this whole theatrical charade is needed right now!” Klaus snapped at Kane furiously, having had enough of his time in Greece. “It is simple enough inside this fountain holds the last remaining bone of the real original witch, the one who granted the first covens their power.” Kayne informed them both as he walked into the marble room and began walking over to the fountain made of gold. “Wielding into a blade made of bone, I believe that the hollow’s followers or foes copied our method of thought where that is concerned…however this blade wields the power to strip any witch of all their power forever not to mention delivering a killer blow while doing so.” “It’s always knives or daggers with this family.” Davina complained, unamused by Kayne’s reveal, as Kayne pulled the bone blade out of the gold fountain and held in his hands, looking at it with admiration. “So, all we have to do is stab the bitch and all our problems are solved?” Klaus asked Kayne, completely unconvinced. “If it was that easy why did we have to resurrect you?” “Because if I am right the blade’s power can only be harnessed by the blood of its descendants which means its either made for Auxentios or Sapphire…let it is not the latter considering that I’m no longer of her blood in this body.” Kayne continued to reveal to both Davina and Klaus, as he began cutting his hand with the bone blade, waiting for a reaction from the blade. “It does not take a genius to work out no sign is a bad sign here…” Davina guessed out loud, only to quickly be silenced as the blade made of bone began levitating itself out of Kayne’s hands before launching itself into his chest, causing Kayne to fall onto his knees as he struggled with the pain, making a worried Klaus vamp speed over to him. “What’s happening?” Klaus frantically asked while trying to hold a clearly in pain Kayne. “This part was not mentioned…” Kayne said as the pain inside of his chest suddenly stopped, and he slowly stood back up. “With the risk of being too literal I think this body I’ve found myself is now officially the weapon against my mother.”
Greece had brought many surprises to Klaus and Davina including the introduction and death of the mysterious necromancing Estevan, the revival of Kayne in the body of ancient witch Auxentios and a trip to a local restaurant to find a mystical dagger which had now implanted itself in the body of Auxentios which was also possessed by the spirit of Kayne. However, Greece was not having all the fun, or better put all the magic was not residing within the city of Athens, as meanwhile in the city of New Orleans, Rebekah had found herself trapped within a dungeon under the compound after a showdown with the supreme witch Sapphire Black. “I cannot believe that after everything your mother has done, the fact you killed the bitch in the first place and her complete lack of interest over your brother’s death, and yet you are playing the part of mummy’s little golden girl.” Rebekah snapped at Annabella, who walked up to Rebekah’s cage door, holding a bag of blood for the original vampire to drink. “I have lived a very long-life Rebekah, a life even longer than yours and I have never met any witch anywhere near as powerful as my mother. It took Magnus and I all we had to take her down the first time and even then, we had luck and surprise on our side.” Bella attempted to explain to Rebekah. “She could fix what we broke without even trying and I’d never seen Kayne again…I cannot think of a fate worse than that…you of all people should understand that.” “What I understand Annabella, is the fierce woman whom I once loved has wavered over the centuries into a shell of who she used to be…you protected Primrose and Kayne by killing your mother and then your brother.” Rebekah argued with her. “That woman would have found a way to save her siblings and put her mother back in the ground where she belongs.” Before Bella had a chance to respond to Rebekah or think over the original vampire’s words, Bella had found herself falling to the ground unconscious, as Rebekah was shocked to now see Rose stood in Bella’s place, holding a rock in her hands before dropping it to the ground. “Listen blondie, I do not like you and you do not like me however, I hate my bitch mother way more and that bastard Magnus is going to die the moment I get close enough for what he did to my brother!” Rose revealed to the Mikaelson sister, making it clear to her enemy that they were now allies. “How about you and I show my dear mother who the real big bitches of this world really are?” “I cannot believe I am saying this Rose, but you are quickly beginning to become my favorite.” Rebekah said with a sinister smile, ready to get some revenge, Mikaelson style.
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Origins of Magic
Warnings: I do not own the rights to the television series “The Originals”, “Vampire Diaries”, or “Legacies” and do not own any of the characters within the TVD universe, I am making no profit from this and have no intention for this fanfiction series except for readers to enjoy. 15+ Mild to Strong Violence, Strong Language, Witchcraft, sexual scenes, and sexual references. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other.
CHAPTER NINE HERE
Chapter 10 - A Hybrid in Greece (Part One)
Klaus Mikaelson did not know what awaited him in New Orleans but against better judgement he decided to not find out and take Kayne’s warning from the grave to go to the city of Athens in Greece, despite not knowing what awaited him in that city either, he determined it was time to fight against his cynicism and doubt and follow Kayne’s advice to go to Greece and seek out some solution to his recent woes. He had not heard from Elijah, Rebekah or Kol and his eldest sibling Freya confirmed Henrik had died once again, some small relief was given when she made it clear she would know if they were dead only for more concern to be added when Freya announced her plans to bring back the treacherous Henrik in hopes of him being less twisted without the hollow inside of him and of course there was another Mikaelson to be accounted for, not Hope because Freya promised not to alert her about her family’s current state of promise, but Klaus’ least favorite sister in law, Davina Claire-Mikaelson, who despite Klaus’ protests, had decided to join the hybrid in his trip to Greece eager to get her husband Kol back. Davina and Klaus’ relationship was far from a good one and to say it was strained would be an understatement considering they had both tried to take out the other on multiple occasions, sometimes with Davina winning, others Klaus was the victor, but mostly the two just caused each other more and more chaos until Davina fell in love with his younger brother Kol making the two bitter enemies suddenly family, and one thing they both agreed on was they would do anything for family. “Tell me again why we are blindly trusting the dead member of a family which have taken Kol and the rest of your family hostage for who knows what reason?” Davina asked Klaus, as she stormed into his hotel room within Athens, Greece, to find Klaus sat on the edge of his bed, seemingly in deep thought. “Last time I checked you were anything but trusting especially of a foe.” “Kayne is not a foe, or rather he was not always one…” Klaus replied, as he stood up to face his sister in law. “He started out as a…friend…a very dear friend.” “Kol told me all about the Black siblings, including yours and Rebekah’s romances with two of them so I get that he’s special to you Klaus but so was Aurora and look how that turned out?” Davina advised Klaus, applying a more tender approach with her brother in law than she normally would. “Kayne is not insane like Aurora was, besides he’s a ghost what on earth has he got to gain from lying to us now?” Klaus told Davina, as he reluctantly began questioning his trust of Kayne. “You know as much as I do the dead tend to hold more secrets than the living. Besides the dead are not exactly dead right now since Kayne and his sisters single handily destroyed the natural balance bringing you, Elijah, and god knows what else back.” Davina explained to Klaus. “I do see how trusting this ghost is pretty much our only option but I do not understand why someone like you is so willing to ditch all doubt when you have always been such a narcissistic bastard…no offense.” “Offense taken as always Davina,” Klaus replied with great sarcasm, before going on to say. “I would normally ignore everyone else and handle things my own way but that’s exactly what I did to him before and this time I have to try and make up for the past by trusting him now when I should have trusted him back then.” “And there it is…the great monstrous Klaus Mikaelson’s tiny beating heart beats once again.” Davina joked with her brother in law, gleefully annoying the original hybrid. “The only good thing to come out of this whole mess is getting to see a lovesick Klaus Mikaelson…however if your ghost ex betrays us I will stop at nothing to enact a vengeance on him that will make death seem like nothing in comparison…” “Spoken like a true Mikaelson.” Klaus answered Davina, while both somehow complimenting and insulting her at the same time.
Klaus and Davina spent the next few days searching the city of Athens in search of any signs to why Kayne had sent them to Greece or anyone who would willingly admit to knowing Kayne Black, or as he was known in Athens, Kagién Mávros, by the few who admitted his existence, clearly pointed out the witch and vampire, through reluctance, that the second youngest Black sibling had spent a great deal of time within this city, eventually leading them to the one person who admitted knowledge of Kagién Mávros, his husband. “In all my years I never thought I’d have the misfortune of meeting a Mikaelson never mind two of them.” Kayne’s Greek husband Estevan said, greeting Klaus and Davina outside of one of the many beautiful ruins of a Greek building that can be found within the city of Athens. “Am I supposed to believe that the centuries old witch Kayne Black somehow fell for you?” Klaus instantly insulted the man, looking the gorgeous Greek man up and down, his jealousy growing with every look, as he thought of Kayne with this man. “You’re more of an art exhibit piece than husband material.” “Like you would know what husband material is…” Davina scoffed at Klaus, before turning her attention to Estevan. “However, why would a good husband admit to Kayne’s existence knowing his history with the Mikaelsons is a little awkward to say at least.” “A few nights ago, Kagién appeared to me which only happens when one of us dies…” Estevan answered them both. “Which means I have a ressurection to perform and luckily I have a vampire to help me with the digging and a witch to help me with the magic so its not all taken out of me.” “What do you mean by every time one of you dies?” Klaus asked, curious to Estevan’s comfort with the idea of resurrecting somebody. “Has this happened before?” “Just how well do you know Kagién?” Estevan asked Klaus, instantly seeing rage appear on the hybrid’s face for daring to ask that question. “He has only ever died once before but luckily that time he had a body that time, however with all the lives he’s stolen over the centuries…” “When you say stolen you mean killed right?” Davina chimed in. “Taking another’s life is far more than just stealing although stealing is most definitely a part of it.” “Each time he drains someone’s life form he’s granted decades worth of life for himself…its not exactly what I had planned for either of us when we first met all those years ago but it is what has come to be.” Estevan explained to them both, while keeping a lot of mystery about the whole thing at the same time. “We need to reach a tomb beneath these very grounds if we are to bring Kagién back.” “What the hell kind of magic do you practice? Ressurection should not be easy and if it was then why the bloody hell did Kayne and his sisters destroy the entire afterlife to bring myself and Elijah back?” Klaus snapped at Kayne’s husband, refusing to believe his claims. “Because only I can bring him back from the dead like I did before because only I can bring back the dead without total chaos...clearly Kagién did not want to ask for my help knowing of what that help may require in return.” Estevan cryptically answered the original hybrid. “Okay we definitely need to talk about what kind of witch you are and the magic you practice but for now we should all get digging and bring Kayne back because clearly he must think he can help us out somehow which I really do not get considering he was the first to die at his mother’s hands.” Davina demanded, clearly having enough of Klaus’ jealousy, wanting to get her husband back as quickly as possible, no matter the cost. “His mother has returned?” Estevan asked, in shock by Davina’s revelation. “My ties to the afterlife has weakened recently but I had no idea that she was back…we must move quickly…and I’m afraid the both of you are just going to have to trust me if we are to be successful in bringing Kagién back to life.”
Once again against his better judgement, Klaus had found himself, alongside Davina and Estevan, deep down within the underground tunnels located underneath the city of Athens, as the three of them continued digging until they ground beneath them began to crumble out of nowhere, the tunnels collapsing within themselves, forcing them to fall several feet before landing harshly on to the ground. Klaus was the first to fall onto the cold hard ground of an underground tomb, with the shovel he used to dig falling shortly after him, launching itself into the hybrid’s stomach, causing him to scream out in pain as the shovel impeded itself into his gut. Davina was second to fall to the ground, her shovel quickly following suit too, but this time Klaus yanked out his shovel from his stomach with vamp speed and launched himself on top of his sister-in-law, so the shovel would launched itself into his back, injuring himself once again, while saving the life of his brother’s wife. Estevan fell to the ground shortly after them both, shocking both Klaus and Davina when Estevan’s shovel launched itself straight into the Greek man’s chest, only for Estevan to symbolize no pain before pulling it straight out of his chest, the wound instantly healing before he threw the shovel across the tomb. “So, you’re not a vampire or a witch?” Davina quizzed Estevan, as she pulled the shovel out of Klaus’ back before her and Klaus, former enemies, helped each other to their feet, Estevan quickly standing up shortly afterwards. “You must be one of those creatures who existed before the whole Malivore debacle.” “Explaining my origins would only serve as distraction to why we have come to this place.” Estevan replied, keeping his life a mystery from both the witch and the original hybrid. Klaus’ suspicions over the mysterious husband of Kayne Black only continued to grow, however, he quickly found himself distracted, Davina too, by the archaic, underground, tomb they had literally fallen into, looking around at the beautiful, delicate statues, each of which were magnificent masterpieces in their own right, before all eyes, including Estevan’s, were now focused on the coffin made of stone in front of them. “You need to start talking right bloody know!” Klaus shouted at Estevan. “I’ve never brought Kagién back before without his body, and the last time I resurrected him I told him it would be the last time I took another innocent’s life.” Estevan admitted to both Davina and Kol. “However, the man in there is no innocent…and his body will be the only hope we all have of defeating Sapphire before the world burns to her idealisms.” “So, you’re just going to magically dump Kayne’s body into someone else’s? I know how to do that, hell there was a time where Esther Mikaelson was doing that with her children at the drop of a hat.” Davina insulted Kayne’s husband, clearly infuriated by what she now believed was a waste of time. “There better be more to this or I am going to look the other way when Klaus kills you…” “The body before you both is the body of the supreme witch of the Divinity Coven, the original coven of light magics, Sapphire’s greatest enemy Auxentios…it is said he was as powerful, and as ruthless, as Sapphire herself.” Estevan revealed to a stunned Davina and Klaus. “He fell at the hands of Sapphire; they were each other’s first love and if folklore is to be believed…he was the father of Annabella and Magnus.” “That cannot be right, the Black siblings all had different fathers, I remember Kayne telling me that.” Klaus argued with Estevan. “He also forgot to tell you that he and his siblings are the children of that supreme bitch Sapphire, one of the world’s original witches, so I’m not so surprised he kept this one too.” Davina told Klaus, making a valid point in the process. “That part is mostly ancient rumors' to why the original coven broke off into two opposing covens, there are many other tales, I doubt Kagién ever told Annabella that theory let alone some momentary romance from centuries passed.” Estevan explained, while taking aim at Klaus and Kayne’s past at the same time. “Now if you excuse me, I have a rather difficult ritual to perform.”
Both Klaus and Davina continued to watch Estevan closely as he chanted in a long dead language, a language even Davina did not understand, as they monitored his methods, before being shocked by him pulling out a knife from his jacket pocket, both of them instantly convinced he was about to make an attack on them, only to be left shocked by Estevan’s next revelation. “This ritual requires a sacrifice, and I made a vow long ago to never sacrifice another for no reasoning whatsoever.” Estevan told them both, with a sense of sadness in his voice. “Tell Kagién I am happy with my decision, that I have lived long enough, and I am more than happy to sacrifice myself for him to live once more…” Before Klaus or Davina could respond, Estevan lifting the knife to his neck, slitting his throat straight across instantly, causing blood to pour out, as Estevan fell on top of the stone coffin, choking on his own blood much to the witch and the hybrid’s shock, as Estevan died one last time before their very eyes. “I guess the threating to kill him fell on death ears considering he was already planning to do away with himself.” Klaus said to Davina. “He must have truly loved him,” Davina replied, with tears forming in her eyes. “I just hope his sacrifice was not for nothing…” Suddenly the ground beneath them began shaking viciously once again, but instead of falling once again, Davina and Klaus watched as a bright light began shining from the stone coffin, lighting it up completely, the heat from the coffin disintegrating Estevan’s body to nothing but dust in the process before the lid of the coffin began to levitate, revealing the newly resurrected, yet still unconscious body of the supreme witch of the Divinity coven, Auxentios, as the original hybrid and the harvest witch hoped beyond hope Kayne and not Auxentios would wake up within this body…
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Buffy: Chaos Bleeds (Twisted Remix)
Warning: I do not own the rights to the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its spin-off series Angel, its dark horse comics continuation series, or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon and others in the Buffyverse. 15 years +, Mild to Strong Violence, Sexual References. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other +
LEVEL EIGHT HERE
Level 9 - The Initiative
Xander, Dawn, Faith and Giles may have found their way out of Sunnydale 2.0 with some unexpected additions but there were still many people still to face the shadow demon’s many challenges and next up was Spike who had an unexpected companion in Buffy and Angel’s lovechild Tristan Summers. Spike knew instantly where Tristan and he had wound up after exiting their portal when they found themselves in an elevator within the initiative, the place that had treated him like a Guinea pig and implanted him with a chip in his head which led to the peroxide blonde haired vampire’s very unexpected redemption. Although this place was another worldly version of the initiative the moment the vampire and the male slayer found themselves within the elevator Spike instantly felt like he was back within the very same place he was briefly captured. “I get elevators can be triggering for claustrophobics and such but I kind of expected the shadow demon’s challenge to be a little bit more creative than this.” Tristan said to Spike, while still holding the shadowsong blade in his right hand, the light from the mystical sword lighting up the dark and damp elevator. “I mean the thing lived inside of me long enough to pick out something far worse than this!” “This is not just some elevator…outside those doors is the initiative the very place which shoved a chip inside my head!” Spike replied to the male slayer. “Oh, I get it, so this is your challenge, and I am just a long for the ride.” Tristan realized, before noticing Spike was nervous about walking through those doors. “Look I know we are not exactly the best team, but I got you on this one!” “Do not blood pity me kid,” Spike snapped before charging ahead, as the doors open and walked into the corridors of the initiative. “You just make sure that lamp shade blade cuts as good as a normal sword if we go up against anything which we will more than likely have to do to get the hell out of here!” “Well that teaches me for trying to be kind to Spike of all people.” Tristan mumbled to himself as he quickly followed the vampire into the initiative.
Tristan knew the shadow demon would put him through a few challenges before the shadow demon would allow him to leave, if the shadow demon would allow him to leave which he doubted highly when he put into consideration that he was the only equipped with the weapon that could potentially kill the powerful demon, whose capture led to the creation of the slayer line, but never did he think one of those challenges would be having to be alongside the vampire Spike. He did not quite understand what it was about Spike that rubbed him up the wrong way, maybe it was the fact the vampire helped Mandi escape him a long time ago or that Spike was his mother Buffy’s on/off lover but one thing he knew for certain is that he’d rather be in hell than be tortured by Spike’s company. “You could have just waited in the elevator while I handled this one you know.” Spike complained to Tristan, as the two of them continued walking through a large hallway within the initiative. “Sure, so you could find the next portal to god knows where and leave me behind.” Tristan replied to the peroxide blonde haired vampire. “I think I’ll stick to your side no matter how torturous it might be until we get the hell of out Sunnydale.” “If we do not wind up killing each other first.” Spike stated, as the two walked through another set of electronic bunker style sliding doors to find themselves within the main operations room of the initiative where they were shocked to find Adam stood there waiting for them both. “I’m going to guess you’re some kind of demon/robot hybrid?” Tristan guessed, aiming his question towards Adam. “Actually, he’s a bit of everything made by a mad scientist who went by the name of Professor Maggie Smith.” Spike answered the male slayer. “My name is Adam; you must be the son of Buffy Summers it was be a great pleasure tearing you apart and sending the pieces of you back to your mother.” Adam greeted Tristan chillingly before turning to Spike. “As for you, killing you in order to get another shot at Buffy is going to be very fulfilling.” Adam charged at them both without hesitation as Tristan sped his way towards the enhanced cyborg, swinging the shadowsong blade in Adam’s direction, who dodged the attack of the blade before grabbing the hand of Tristan and applying enough pressure until Tristan dropped the shining blade on the ground. He then punched the male slayer repeatedly in the stomach before throwing him with force across the room causing Tristan to hit the ground with force, as Spike took the opportunity to run at Adam before punching him across the face to which the cyborg did not even so much as flinch much to Spike’s dismay. Adam deliver a series of punches from both of his hands across Spike’s face before kicking the peroxide vampire in the gut and causing him to fall to the ground, just in time for the cyborg to turn his attention back to Tristan who was slowly getting back on his feet. “It took a lot for your mother to beat me the last time,” Adam boasted as he began slowly walking towards a now fully standing Tristan, while Spike began getting back onto his feet. “I can already tell you are nowhere near as strong as here; you may as well give in to your impending death now!” “Here’s the thing see once you die once or twice, it loses its edge.” Tristan replied to the modern-day version Frankenstein’s monster. “I see you have your mother’s awful sense of wit,” Adam told the male slayer before punching him across the face and picking up his body, lifting it until Tristan was above him as he tightened his grip on the slayer, planning to break him in half. “I wonder if you bleed like her.” Spike knew there was little time to save Tristan and so he acted fast as he ran over to where the swansong blade was laid on the ground causing the surface beneath it to shine with the blade’s luminous glow before he tried to lift it up only for the handle to burn the vampire. “Son of a bitch!” Spike shouted, before covering his hand with a part of his jacket, picking up the blade by it is handle, then shouted towards Buffy’s son. “Catch!” Spike launched the swansong blade towards Adam and Tristan, Adam’s hands too busy holding Tristan above him to catch it, as Tristan managed to free a hand to catch the blade and quickly launched it through the top of Adam’s head, pushing harder and further through the cyborg’s skull until Adam fell to the ground, with Tristan falling on top of the human made monster. Tristan quickly climbed off the enhanced cyborg, getting back onto his feet before looking at Adam to see he was now completely lifeless much to both Tristan and Spike’s relief. “I thought the thing would at least injure him did not think it was powerful enough to kill the bastard!” Spike admitted as he walked over to Tristan, surprised by Adam’s death. “Yeah well this thing is powerful enough to hurt the shadow demon somehow…figures it would kill the wannabe monster of Frankenstein.” Tristan replied before he bent over, grabbed the handle of the swansong blade, and pulled it out of Adam’s skull slowly. “Why does that thing not burn you? Has it got something against vampires or something?” Spike wondered as Tristan began using Adam’s trousers to wipe the blood off the swansong blade. “I have no idea…I am still working this thing out myself.” Tristan responded, as he began looking at the swansong blade, which he was holding in his hand once more.
Trips down memory lane were never particularly good in anyone’s case particularly the ones that you wish you had no memory of in the first place but for Spike, going back to the very place that began his redemption story proved rather awarding to him. The initiative installed a chip inside his brains to which years later they removed following Spike’s soul being restored and therefore his redemption truly began, so because of that very reason the initiative did not hold power over him in fact he realized he had come to a place in his life where he would consider himself somewhat thankful to them. “Big blue portal, can only mean we have somewhere else to be.” Tristan stated as he and Spike stood within the main operations room within the initiative, Tristan holding the shadowsong blade in his hand firmly, the two of them standing in front of a large, blue, other world like portal. “Here is hoping it is home, wherever that is these days…” “Somehow I doubt defeating commander cyborg was the only mission we had before we get back to a world that makes a little bit more sense than this freakshow.” Spike replied to the male slayer, cautious about walking into another portal. “Perhaps you are right but if we hope for the best who knows we may be separated this time around.” Tristan teased the vampire, hiding the fact that he too was nervous about where the portal would lead. “Well that’s bloody nice is it, you know you are just like your mother not even thanking me for saving your rotten life just straight to the insults!” Spike snapped before taking a huff and storming his way into the portal, the vampire disappearing into the portal before the portal itself disappeared too. “Something tells me that is not a good sign!” Tristan mumbled to himself, realizing wherever Spike was going that he was not going with the vampire.
LEVEL 9 = COMPLETED
SPIKE = CHARACTER UNLOCKED
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Origins of Magic
“The Originals” Fanfiction Series
Warnings: I do not own the rights to the television series “The Originals”, “Vampire Diaries”, or “Legacies” and do not own any of the characters within the TVD universe, I am making no profit from this and have no intention for this fanfiction series except for readers to enjoy. 15+ Mild to Strong Violence, Strong Language, Witchcraft, sexual scenes, and sexual references. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other.
CHAPTER ONE HERE
Chapter Two - A Matter of Mikaelson’s
Rebekah never thought it possible that she would get one let alone three of the Black family witches to agree to helping her bring back her bothers but just because they had agreed did not mean it was definite that Klaus and Elijah would return from the grave and for that reason the original female vampire decided to continue to keep her plans a secret to her sister Freya, her brother Kol and her niece Hope, not wanting to disappoint them if her mission came to nothing. “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing in my brother’s room?” Rebekah asked as she stormed into Klaus’ bedroom within the compound, frustrated to see Kayne stood there clearly snooping. “Oh, so you want my sisters and I to go all out for you and yet we cannot enter the kingdom.” Kayne snapped at her, as he turned around to face the original vampire. “Do not get your knickers in a twist Rebekah I was just curious to see the infamous abattoir while I was here in New Orleans.” “You never did tell me why you were so quick to say yes, I mean Rose has no doubt got something horrendous planned for me but you I cannot quite figure out.” Rebekah replied to him. “I would figure you for being the last person to want to see either of my brothers alive again.” “Careful now Rebekah you are starting to act like you are not happy for our help.” Kayne warned her sarcastically. “You underestimate my hatred towards Niklaus or even Elijah, trust me I have far worse enemies than either of them, I am merely here because an old friend asked me…” “You always have an ulterior motive, Bella’s the one with the heart, you are the one with the mind and Rose well I do not how to refer to her other than batshit crazy!” Rebekah responded, making her distrust towards the witch noticeably clear. “Rebekah life is a never-ending cycle of heartache and betrayal if I bothered to keep count then I would be a truly miserable individual and I would rather use my time more productively than that.” Kayne admitted to her sincerely. “I am here because you asked and to be honest you are not the only sibling looking to reunite their family.” “How did you and yours wind u so estranged?” Rebekah wondered, as she began to believe the sincerity of Kayne’s words. “I guess when you come as a four-part deal and are cut down to three it is not something anyone can just get over, nor forgive the guilty party.” Kayne revealed to her, opening to his friend for the first time in centuries. “There are not many things I love on this earth, but family is and always will remain my biggest heartache.” Rebekah knew the loss of Magnus effected Bella and Kayne deeply and even believed it effected Rose somewhat but she never knew how his absence among the siblings had come to light, always assuming it must have been death, not knowing it was something far more complicated than that.
“So, you are really down for digging up two Mikaelson men even though you know one of them was the reason you and Rebekah never lasted longer than five minutes?” Rose frankly asked her sister Bella, as the two sister witches walked through the streets of New Orleans, within the French Quarter area. “I know you are a glutton for punishment but still chasing after the girl who got away centuries ago is pathetic even for you!” “And why must I ask are you quick to help considering you loathed the both of them?” Bella questioned her younger sister, eager to deflect her feelings for the original female vampire. “I have my reasons and they are not something as trivial as love I can assure you of that, no love is a lesser emotion the kind you and our dear brother just revel yourselves in instead of focusing on what really matters.” Rose replied, making it clear she did not approve nor accept the weakness of being in love with someone. “What possible power could you be…” Bella began to ask, before realizing the answer for herself. “You want the hollow’s power for yourself?” “That kind of power divided by one would drive me even crazier than people assume I am so no not for myself.” Rose informed her sister, as the two continued their walk through the French Quarter. “However, divided by three and added to the power said three witches already have…now that would make for a rather powerful combo do you not think?” “The kind of power that the hollow possesses comes from great darkness.” Bella warned her youngest sibling. “We cannot just invite it into us and hope for the best.” “Oh please sister, we come from the darkest of all magics everyday we are alive it is because of that darkness, the hollow would just be extra power to the package and who knows could even prevent us from ever having to worry about aging.” Rose corrected her oldest sibling, noticing Bella’s intrigue begin to rise as she spoke. “I for one am sick of sleeping all the darn time, Kayne’s life force sucking thing is all kinds of weird and you must be running out of oils and ointments to keep that face looking tight.” “We have all lived very long lives we do not need to sell our souls to live forever!” Bella responded, not wanting to let on just how much she was genuinely considering Rose’s proposition. “We sold our souls along time ago Annabella now is the time to make it worthwhile.” Rose said, knowing her words were convincing her sister. “Besides my plan still involves giving your beloved Rebekah what she wants so what is the big deal?” Bella could not think of anything more dangerous than giving her younger siblings even more power for them to creates all kinds of chaos with but at the same time the eldest Black sibling was just as power hungry as the others and after all if she was doing Rebekah the biggest of favors she too began to think like her sister Rose, that it was only fair the three witches got something in return.
“Well if my eyes are not deceiving me, I see Primrose Black before me.” Kayne said after Rose walked into the compound with Bella by her side to find Kayne stood by the fountain with Rebekah. “Annabella, I wish I could say it was a pleasure, but I was taught not to lie….” “I know you have your reasons to be mad with me Kayne but seeing you again after all this time will always be a pleasure.” Bella replied, ignoring her brother’s dig as she walked over and hugged him tightly. “Let us not leave it too long next time.” “Well in my defense for me it was just one long nap I wish I could have a couple of decades perhaps centuries to myself.” Rose chimed in as Bella and Kayne broke off their hug awkwardly. “Did you get all you needed to perform the spell?” Rebekah asked, eager to break up their family reunion to get to a family reunion for herself. “Bex we are all we need for the spell,” Rose scoffed at the original female vampire. “Though I am not surprised you would think we’d need something a little extra you and your siblings always underestimated the extent of our power.” “To be fair Rose that is the way we wanted things.” Bella argued with her youngest sibling. “Because of course you would defend Rebekah straight away even though she has never needed defending!” Kayne quickly snapped at his older sister Bella. “If only you were as loyal to blood as you are to lust.” “Can we leave the arguing until after we bring back the Mikaelson brothers?” Rose asked both Kayne and Bella. “I for one would prefer not to tear into each other in front of vampires.” “Very well,” Bella answered her sister, more than willing to put any feuding aside, as she turned to face Rebekah. “All we need is to be taken to their place of death.” “Really? All you need is a location?” Rebekah cautiously wondered. “When something is simple darling do not try to over complicate it.” Bella joked with the blonde-haired vampire. “Trust me I would never steer you wrong!” Rebekah knew she could trust Bella knowing that the only reason they had went so long without interacting was because of herself and not Bella, she knew Bella had never betrayed her before and would not start now however, it was the other two siblings she worried about despite trust slowly being rebuilt with Kayne, Rebekah would rather trust the devil himself than ever trust Rose.
“So, how exactly does this work?” Rebekah questioned the three Black siblings as the stood in the very same spot within the French Quarter where her two brothers Elijah and Klaus met their end. “I mean I’ve very rarely seen any of you in action let alone all three of you at the same time.” “I have been dying to do this for centuries.” Rose declared, as she walked over to the female vampire and placed her hand on her forehead, causing Rebekah to lose consciousness instantly and her body to fall to the ground with force. “Was that entirely necessary?” Bella asked her sister, not amused with her treatment of Rebekah. “She’s a powerful little battery for when this starts to drain us not to mention we do not want her seeing us three stealing the hollow’s power for ourselves, now do we?” Rose replied, making it clear Rebekah had to be unconscious for what they were about to do. “Hold up, since when were we taking the hollow into ourselves?” Kayne asked in confusion. “That bitch was straight up crazy, and we all have way too many issues to be dealing with anymore crazy.” “Perhaps, yes, and although our powers are great, they have always been more limited than either of us would like.” Bella told her brother. “We use our magic to bring the Mikaelson brothers back and then we take the hollow’s powers for ourselves making us truly powerful once again, no longer fearing about how to prolong our lives or god forbid worrying about the Mikaelson’s learning the truth.” “Basically, what our sister is trying to say is we are the baddest witches in all of history and it is about damn time we return to our former glory!” Rose added, eager to convince her brother to stick to her and Bella’s plans. “Well I have never been one to reject more power, but will we not just end up pissing the Mikaelson’s off? They cannot die but we sure as hell can!” Kayne replied, making it clear he was far from convinced to go ahead with his sister’s plans. “Since when were you the one trying to not make enemies?” Bella wondered, shocked to see cautiousness from her brother. “Says the sister who literally forced us into taking out our own brother.” Kayne snapped at his elder sister, before taking a deep sigh. “Call me crazy for not wanting to make worse enemies out of former friends.” “Kayne, are you forgetting how much this family manipulated and use both you and Annabella?” Rose asked her brother. “We are the ones doing them a favour here that they do not deserve which makes us pretty deserving of the hollow do you not think?” “You are right sister,” Kayne gave into his younger sister, like he had done many times before. “We should get to the resurrections before she wakes up and gets all grumpy with us.” “I could not agree more!” Bella stated as the three siblings gathered round in a circle around an unconscious Rebekah before grabbing each other’s hands, ready to cast a spell to bring back Klaus and Elijah. The three witch siblings began chanting in a long dead language as a gust of wind gathered behind them all before each witch found their eyes becoming jet black as they continued to chant. A sudden bolt of lightning hit the sky as the wind continued to pick up place while the witches continued to chant and then another bolt hit the skies as the witches chanted louder and louder, as each of their noses began to bleed. “This is it sisters!” Kayne shouted in-between chanting. “There is no going back now!” The bewitching siblings found their bodies being drained of the power which they possessed, a shared power which served as a non-pure pure version of expression, as the power continued to drain from their bodies to the point they felt like they could not go on chanting and yet they did, forcing the skies to open and rain down on them as they continued chanting louder and louder, defying the heavens themselves until their spell was complete and the Mikaelson brothers were amongst the living once more.
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The Haunting of Buffy Summers
PART ONE HERE
Warning: I do not own the rights to the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its spin-off series Angel, its dark horse comics continuation series, or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon and others in the Buffyverse. 15 years +, Mild to Strong Violence, Sexual References. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other +
PART TWO
Buffy Summers could not believe her eyes, sure she had a hunch her recent haunting may have had something to do with her recently deceased son but for him to actually be standing in front of her in the astral plane as she stood next to a sleeping version of her was super strange even for a vampire slayer. “I knew it was you!” Buffy said proudly, only to be met by Tristan rolling his eyes in frustration “Yeah good on you mum can we get to the whole shadow demon business now?” Tristan replied, attempting to make his mother see the urgency of their situation but all she could hear was him calling her mum once more. “You just called me mum…twice!” Buffy responded with a giddy smile, beyond happy to see her son once again. “You’re here and you’re calling me mum.” “Damn it!” Tristan snapped, as he looked over at the bed to see that Buffy’s sleeping body had suddenly disappeared as if it was never there. “It’s taken you!” “Wait, what?” Buffy asked as she turned to the side to see her sleeping self was no longer on her bed. “Okay…I’m guessing that is not a good sign.” “Nope,” Tristan sighed. “For this plane the shadow demon is basically a god it’s like the astral plane is his kingdom and he’s just taken your body which means if we do not find it really soon your going to be as stuck here as me!” “Okay I get it big bad spells big trouble…can we just get back to you calling me mum for a second and then I’ll turn on slayer mode?” Buffy responded, not ignoring the danger she faced but just so happy to see her son to fully care.
Tristan Summers had been in the astral plane for what felt like forever to him forced to see the world go on without him and unable to interact with others, well at least that is how it began for him until one day he found himself reunited with a vampire he’d never thought he’d see again, his ex-love Dante. Tristan could not believe it when he was reunited with the love of his life in this twisted afterlife called the astral plane and before long he began to realize they were not alone, there were many lost souls within the astral plane mostly used as food for the shadow demon but a few who managed to stay alive in this limbo like world. As time passed he learned that the astral plane was neither heaven or hell but some kind of in between with no possibility of going to either, forced to live in the shadow demon’s domain, one that had been his domain for eons, a home which would soon be no more now that the shadow demon was free to roam the living realm. The astral plane was a miserable existence for most spirits but not for Tristan as he watched life go on without him he did not become bitter like the others, instead he learned how beautiful life was now that he was no longer living it and how much people he never fully opened up to loved him despite his many twisted actions. Tristan did need Buffy over here to help him but not hoping to escape this realm he had come to oddly love but to help him, help her as the shadow demon grew stronger and stronger preparing for his war against the slayers. “So, are you two like back together now or what? Because I am not sure how I feel about my son dating a vampire.” Buffy wondered as she, Dante and Tristan walked the empty streets of San Francisco. “He is not a vampire anymore nor am I, not sure what we are here.” Tristan explained as the three of them continued walking. “Also, you dated two vampires.” “Yeah but they both have souls and…” Buffy began to reply to her son before turning her attention to Dante. “Are you still evil if you are not a vampire?” “I still remember vampire me; I sometimes still feel like vampire me but no I am not vampire me…anymore! I think I’m human or at least a human spirit.” Dante answered his boyfriend’s mother. “Although I’m nowhere near as powerful a ghost as your son!” “Is this about the haunting again? It’s Halloween any ghost could have pulled something like that.” Tristan told Dante, playing down his boyfriend’s claims. “I’m not just talking about that I am talking about how you’re the only spirit the shadow demon leaves alone in this realm not to mention how much safer I’ve been since you got here.” Dante argued. “And yet it still remains here despite no longer being trapped.” “That is because It needs to power up before taking on well…you!” Tristan revealed to Buffy as the three of them continued to walk. “The demon cannot be touched like the first, but it can touch it is like it has control over when it is just a shadow and when it is something more.” “If I cannot touch the thing yet it can strike me why the hell has it not just took me out? Why does it need to get stronger?” Buffy wondered. “Clearly it needs to level up for some reason.” Dante answered the blonde-haired slayer. “Which is why I needed you here to help me stop it before it gets whatever it wants,” Tristan told his mother, “Of course I had hoped Willow would come with you and do some kind of spell like the one the shadow men did on it originally to trap it once before.” “But now we have to waste what little time remains of your visit to the astral plane to find your body because as always the shadow demon is one step ahead.” Dante continued to reveal to Buffy. “So, I guess this means we find my body and then I await the next apocalypse.” Buffy stated, saddened to know her time with her son was not only limited but was going to be spent ensuring that she would once again leave him. “Hold on a minute,” Tristan said before stopping walking, the other two stopping too, eager to hear his next words. “Do not ask me how but I think I know where to go…” Tristan had no idea why he suddenly knew where to go or how he suddenly knew where to go but he knew for certainty he was not wrong which somehow managed to alarm him more than if he still remained unknowing.
“I do not get it why would I be here?” Buffy asked in shock as she and Tristan stood in front of Tristan’s grave within the astral plane version of a San Francisco cemetery, the two of them looking at an unconscious version of Buffy lying on top of the closed grave. “It is clearly playing games with us, reckons a reminder of what awaits you when you wake up will stop you wanting to wake up it’s rather impressive to be honest it is exactly what I would do if I was fucking with someone.” Tristan answered his mother. “I guess that is how I knew somehow…clearly a part of me rubbed on off it just as much as it changed me!” “I do not want to leave you; I should stay and help you stop whatever it is that the shadow demon is planning.” Buffy told him. “I cannot just leave you here alone to fight the same demon that killed you!” “Firstly I was killed by a goddess not a demon which is a good way to go like being taken out by the best, secondly I am not alone or did you forget the fact I am here with Tristan.” Tristan argued with her, determined to make his mother return to the land of the living. “And you really should not feel bad because I freaking love it here, I get to see the world through a veil, I get to be with the man I love and mostly I get to let go of all the darkness that plagued me my entire life…it is weird to say it but this is kind of my heaven.” “I wish I did better by you, I wish I could have been a better mother.” Buffy admitted to her son, as tears began forming in her eyes. “I should have raised you, protected you from it all and maybe then you would not be happy with being dead.” “I do not blame you for anything, I did for a long time, I despised you and Angel so much despite the many times you guys keep trying to reach me it somehow just managed to make me hate use even more but that part of me is well and truly dead.” Tristan said, comforting his mother with his words. “I can never make up for what I’ve done, nor do I deserve to be at peace or my version of it but I am and I am going to be okay here! You do not need to worry about me anymore.” “I am always going to worry about you.” Buffy cried. “You are my son!” “You know your needed there.” Tristan replied, as he gave his mother a hug. “You are a true hero through and through and I would never forgive myself if I was the reason you stopped being who you are by staying here.” “I should not have to keep choosing the slayer side of me over everything.” Buffy complained as she hugged her son tighter. “But you are right my destiny is far from over…neither is yours!” “I know I have just moved to a different realm instead of a different country.” Tristan joked as the mother and son broke off their hug, preparing to say goodbye to each other. “And hey if you start missing me too much, I’ll rank up the volume on your tv from time to time, who knows I may even try some other stereotypical hauntings.” “You enjoy being a ghost far too much!” Buffy laughed with her son. “Just make sure you give that demon hell…for me.” Tristan told his mother who quickly nodded in agreement with her son. Buffy closed her eyes briefly before reopening them to find herself waking up in her bed back in her apartment to the sound of her door being knocked on before she sat up as Willow opened the door and walked into Buffy’s bedroom. “Well did you get some closure, or did it make everything even worse?” Willow asked, fully fearing the answer. “Actually, it made everything better, minus the fact the shadow demon is planning something pretty big, but we will deal with that when we have to.” Buffy replied as she climbed off her bed and stood up to face Willow. “For now I am just happy my son is happy even if that means he is in some weird after life it is still better than him being miserable and trying to kill us all…I think.” “Well yay to that…I think.” Willow responded. “Just no joining him anytime soon because I need you for the long-haul Buffy and this world will always need you!” “Do not worry Willow I am not going anywhere.” Buffy reassured her best friend. “Well except to go and see my niece hopefully dressed as a vampire and not a pumpkin.” “Ironically, they settled on ghost because no ghost costume has ever backfired!” Willow said with sarcasm, remembering her own ordeal as a ghost. “Are you sure you do not want to stay in as planned?” “No, I think it’s time we celebrate for a change at least until the next tragedy anyway.” Buffy joked with Willow, ready to celebrate Halloween with her nearest and dearest.
Tristan Summers was beyond happy on the astral plane and if it was not for a meddling shadow demon he would consider it his heaven, however he was about to learn that the happy ending he deserved was actually no ending at all but a new beginning. “What are we doing here?” Tristan asked Dante before the two walked into an abandoned warehouse within San Francisco City on the astral plane, as Tristan was left shell shocked to see an unconscious version of his body laid on a wooden table. “Dante, what is going on?” “I was confused too when this woman that claimed to be associated with the powers that be took me here to show me your body,” Dante revealed to his lover. “Then she told me why it was there, what she had done and why she had done it.” “I do not understand…I was staked…my body turned to dust.” Tristan replied, still stunned at the sight of his own body laying on the table. “This should not be possible.” “She said only you could defeat the shadow demon, I do not know if she said that because she seemed to have the hots for Angel or because it really is true but if I have to put a bet on I’d always bet on you!” Dante admitted to him, before revealing some more truths. “You have been here for a while, the shadow demon never took it so I do not think he can…I wanted to tell you straight away but I knew the moment I did I’d lose you!” “You do not have to lose me,” Tristan reassured him. “Just because some higher being wants to give me another shot at life does not mean I want it…I am happy with you! And I am sure Buffy can handle whatever comes her way she always does.” “You are only happy here because you have given up on life, life is hard I get that, but it is so much better than this…” Dante argued with the love of his life. “You are far from done but I am where I belong!” “I do not want to lose you again Dante, I love you, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone!” Tristan declared, his words only making Dante feel more guilty. “I cannot be selfish with my love for you not again…Drusilla told me of you long before we ever met, I believed we belonged together and a part of me still does but I was a monster then.” Dante revealed reluctantly. “Tristan…Drusilla never killed your parents I did!” “No,” Tristan cried, completely in denial. “You are just saying that so I will leave you here!” “I am sorry I really am, all I knew back then was that I needed to have you so I did…I killed your parents to bring you to me and then when Mandi seemed like she would eventually take you from me it was me who got Drusilla to get her hooked on the dark magics.” Dante continued to reveal. “I was so obsessed with the idea of us I’d have stopped at nothing for the two of us but that was never love…not then! But I do love you now, now that I’m not a soulless vampire I really do love you and it is because of that love I have to be honest with you and I need to let you go.” “Oh god, you are not lying!” Tristan realized as tears began falling from his eyes, down his cheeks, as he struggled to come to terms with his lover’s betrayal. “I cannot believe I was such a fool.” “I can never make it up to you for what I have done but I cannot keep you here just to make me happy.” Dante told him as tears formed in his own eyes, as he struggled to look at the man, he loved who now only looked back at him with disgust and heartbreak in his eyes. “Just close your eyes and go back home…”
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The Haunting of Buffy Summers
Warning: I do not own the rights to the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its spin-off series Angel, its dark horse comics continuation series, or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon and others in the Buffyverse. 15 years +, Mild to Strong Violence, Sexual References. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other +
PART ONE
It had been months since the passing of Buffy and Angel’s son Tristan and despite the relief over there being no sign of the shadow demon that was released at the time of Tristan’s death there was very little reason to celebrate for Buffy and co this Halloween as Buffy and Angel both mourned their child, Dawn grieved her nephew, Faith a friend, Willow an honoree nephew and Spike an strained ally. Yes, this Halloween nobody had celebration in mind, well almost nobody. “Xander, you absolutely cannot dress up my niece as a pumpkin!” Buffy told her best friend as she and Xander walked through a local cemetery within San Francisco. “With our luck with Halloween you’ll end up turning baby Joyce into an actual pumpkin.” Buffy had always called her niece baby Joyce instead of just Joyce, even though she was a young child now and no longer a baby she could never bring herself to just call her Joyce, perhaps because it was confirmation there was no other Joyce amongst the living anymore or perhaps it just brought up too much pain. Buffy thought about her mother everyday but more so since the death of her son, more than ever she wished for her mother to be there and somehow make everything okay not that she could even if she was still alive but still wishing was better than accepting the harsh reality of what her life had become. “Your niece wants to be a vampire of all things it is literally like she knows what we all get up to when we join her aunt Buffy for late night walks.” Xander admitted to her. “I for one don’t feel like having to stop my five-year-old from biting my neck because Halloween got too real again!” “Somehow I’d still prefer that over my niece potentially becoming somebody’s pumpkin pie despite how delicious pumpkin pie maybe.” Buffy replied to her best friend. “You should come over for Halloween might be nice spending it with family,” Xander suggested. “Especially after everything…” “Nah, maybe next year this year I really do not feel like getting caught up with Halloween.” Buffy responded, making it clear she wanted to be alone. “Do not get me wrong if some wacky stuff starts happening text me but otherwise it is me, my couch and some good old-fashioned movie watching.” Before Xander could reply to Buffy’s rejection of his invitation to spend Halloween with him, Dawn and baby Joyce Buffy stopped walking, becoming frozen within the spot she stood in, forcing Xander to stop walking, clearly concerned for the slayer as the slayer turned to her side to notice her son Tristan’s grave, her eyes going straight towards his tombstone. “I cannot believe I almost walked past it!” Buffy told Xander, the hurt of seeing her son’s grave clearly all over her face. “Burying dust is kind of weird when you think of it, I mean he was technically already supernaturally cremated…but it sure is nice to be able to see him every night…just wish I did not have to wait for his death before I could be this close to him.” “Maybe you should start skipping this cemetery?” Xander suggested as he put his arm around Buffy and side hugged her tightly. “Willow and I could patrol this cemetery, so you do not have to be here all the time.” “Thanks for the offer Xander but I cannot leave him again, I have already left him too many times before.” Buffy replied as tears began forming in her eyes. “Even if he does not know it, I do not ever want him to think I’m gone.”
The very next morning, the morning of all hallows eve certainly proved to live up to it’s spooky legacy for Buffy as she awoke from her bed, climbed out of it, stood up and walked over to her nearby dresser where she sat down in front of the mirror, picked up and brush and began combing her luxurious long blonde hair. “Happy Halloween,” Buffy mumbled to herself as she continued brushing her hair before she suddenly heard the roaring noise of the television coming from the living room of the apartment she shared with Willow. Buffy stood up from her dresser chair, charged towards her bedroom door, opening it with force before running straight into the living room where the deafening noise of the television continued to grow louder as she desperately search for the television remote within the corners and sides of the nearby couch. The noise was not only heard by the slayer as she quickly discovered when Willow rushed out of her room chanting loudly in a long dead language before waving her hand and suddenly the noise was gone. “Hey Buffy love you and everything but the next time you try deafening me in the morning I may have to turn you back into a rat.” Willow joked with her, only to be left shocked by a stunned Buffy who stared blankly towards the television. “Buffy, I was only joking about the rat thing.” Willow glanced over to the television to see what Buffy was staring at only for her to be left shocked to see the television was switched off. “Do not tell me we are haunted again,” Willow complained to Buffy. “Here is hoping it is something you killed this time and not me!” “I think it was Tristan,” Buffy admitted to her redheaded best friend. “I was at his grave last night he is clearly trying to contact me.” “Buffy, you are at his grave every night I doubt he’s decided to make contact for the first time on Halloween.” Willow told her as she began walking towards Buffy. “I’d love it for him to be able to say goodbye to you but you and I both know it’s probably some pissed off spirit or something else.” “Yeah I know,” Buffy sighed as she sat down on the couch. “It is just the shadow demon is out there somewhere whose to say Tristan is not?” “We have been through this before sweetie, Tristan’s at peace and maybe that’s the best place for him to be.” Willow replied as she sat down on the couch, sitting next to Buffy. “I do not think he’s anywhere bad I think he’s finally at peace and I think that is something he wanted for a really long time.” “Your right it is probably just some new Halloween horror that I am going to have to kill or whatever it is that we call getting rid of a ghost...” Buffy responded, trying and failing to sound any less sad than she was. “Or we could call ghostbusters and I can go back to bed?” “There’s a powerful psychic that I tend to go to from time to time when I feel the need to hear something from the other side her name is Madame Majestic and she is really good I’ll go see her and see if it is spirit related before we hit the books for alternatives.” Willow revealed to her best friend, eager to take some responsibility off the struggling slayer. “Here’s me thinking all those mystic megs and Madame magics were all phonies.” Buffy admitted before standing up from the couch. “Drop me her address and I’ll go see what Madame Majestic has to say about haunted televisions.” “I could go for you…you know…in case you get hurt when you realize it is not Tristan.” Willow suggested as she stood up to face her friend. “This seems like more like a case for a witch than a slayer maybe you should just go back to bed and let me handle this.” “I’m fine with going Willow to be honest I would rather stay busy and I think I want to handle this one alone for now…you know until witch assistance is needed.” Buffy told her, reassuring the witch that she would be fine going solo. “Okay…I could go with you though? Maybe even get Xander to tag along like the old days just us three?” Willow offered, worried to leave the slayer alone, knowing how much Buffy had been struggling following the death of her son. “I kind of just want to be alone!” Buffy admitted, feeling guilty for pushing away her friend but needing the time to herself.
Buffy walked down one of the many back alleyways within San Francisco in search of Madame Majestic’s headquarters eager to find out what caused the television annoyance earlier that day, convinced it was the spirit of her late son despite her friend Willow telling her otherwise but not wanting to get her hopes up at the same time in case Willow was right. Buffy stopped at a door painted a bright baby blue before noticing the writing “Come on in, I’m waiting” written on the window next to the door. “Well here goes nothing!” She mumbled to herself as she started knocking on the door only to be met by no answer. She waited at the door longer than she would wait at most doors that people did not answer because she believed her best friend would never steer her wrong and after several minutes the bright blue door suddenly opened by itself, alarming Buffy at first by a tell tale sign off what may await her when she walked into Madame Majestic’s. Although that worry never stopped Buffy as she knew deep down whatever was haunting her this Halloween would find her again one way or another and therefore, she was ready to find it first. “You must be Buffy Summers you have many fans on the other side and even more enemies.” Madame Majestic greeted Buffy, as Buffy walked into a darkly lit room to find Madame Majestic dressed up like a stereotypical gypsy styled psychic, sitting at a table with a clear crystal ball. “You got to be kidding me! This is right out a horror movie well a B horror movie although every horror movie is a B when your life is an A horror.” Buffy complained to the psychic as she walked over to the table and sat down on a seat opposite her. “I am very aware of your chosen destiny Miss Summers just as much as you are aware of a spirit haunting you,” The psychic replied to the slayer. “You are confused by the spirits identity and even more so confused that they have chosen Halloween of all times to contact you but you should not be frustrated with this spirit as Halloween hauntings are very common. It is after all when the veil between the living and the dead is at its weakest.” “I think I’ve heard that before never thought much of it till now. Is this spirit…. evil?” Buffy wondered, unable to ask if it were her son, fearing Madame Majestic would say no. “The lines between evil and good are blurred with many especially with your son but no he is not trying to harm you in fact he needs your help.” Madame Majestic revealed to the slayer who was shocked to learn she really was being haunted by Tristan. “Of course, I’ll help him!” Buffy declared to her. “I will do anything to help him…how can I help him?” Buffy was unsure whether or not she believed this psychic’s words not because she did not trust Willow’s recommendation but because she did not want to get her hopes up like she had so many times before when it came to Tristan but she knew she had to do whatever the psychic told her to do in order to potentially speak with her son once more and help him in any way she could.
After a short but seemingly long to her kind of day, Buffy Summers was now laid on her fully made bed within her bedroom in her San Francisco apartment, her eyes closed while she was deep in thought. She had been giving some herbs that was put in a tea that she had drank before going to her room after Willow ensured her what she was taking was not some hippie thing that’d make her go on some bad drug fueled trip. She just lay there with her eyes tightly shut, thinking of the son she lost, not daring to open her eyes or move in anyway, knowing that if she did before it was time then the psychic’s potion would not work. She laid there for what felt like forever until she almost found herself falling asleep when suddenly she was now stood next to the bed looking dazed and confused as she looked down at her own body, stunned that there was now two of her as she realized she was having some kind of magical out of body existence. “You know it is a whole lot spookier on this plane when you have a body to look at in the living realm.” Tristan declared, as Buffy turned around to see her son stood in front of her with a smile on his face. “Tristan…” Buffy replied softly, as she began to smile at the sight of her son, a sight she believed she may never have seen again. “It is nice to see you to mum!” Tristan said to her, shocking Buffy by calling her mum for the first genuine time. “But I am afraid to say this is not going to be a happy family reunion!”
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Tristan Tormented
Warning: I do not own the rights to the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its spin-off series Angel, its dark horse comics continuation series, or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon and others in the Buffyverse. 15 years +, Mild to Strong Violence, Sexual References F/F, F/M, M/M, Other +
Volume 6 - #TEAMTWISTED #FRENEMIES
A year can seem like nothing sometimes gone within a blink of an eye but we all have those years which change everything for us whether it’s the year you fall in love, get married, lose a loved one or go through something else heart breaking making it a year that you will never forget and often a year that seemed like it lasted forever. For Tristan Summers, the first year in which he felt like lasted forever was the year he lost his adoptive parents at the hands of Drusilla which led him down a downward spiral that revealed the monster inside of him. The second year in which felt like forever was the year after deciding to try giving a redemption a shot, caging the monster inside of him once and for all by admitting to his past and learning to move forward with the help of his biological father Angel and Faith, who he now considered a friend. In that year he learned how to really fight, live and think like a slayer thanks to Rupert Giles’ drilling and constant slayer training that began tedious for Tristan but he soon grew to love it and then miss Giles’ expertise when he eventually decided to return to New York City. Tristan had spent almost a year living under the same roof as Angel who kept a watchful eye on his tormented son as they worked together to help Tristan get on the right path, forming a bond with his father for the first time but never fully accepting him as his father. He had not seen his mother Buffy Summers, her bewitching friend Willow Rosenberg or her on/off again vampire lover Spike in that year nor did he see his former best friend Mandi Jenkins, having killed her boyfriend over a year ago. Los Angeles had Angel as it’s protector and San Francisco had Buffy, however as Tristan’s conscious continued to grow he realized New York City had nobody reliable to protect it, which was a huge realization for the person who used to be that city’s biggest problem, so he decided to return to the big apple once again, opening up a new dive bar where humans and creatures could both enjoy cheap drink and this time his co-landlord was none other then Faith Lehane, a friend who began as an enemy and now the only person in the world he trusted more than himself. Yes, a lot had changed in the year that Tristan had turned from a rogue slayer to a vampire with a soul and in what was only a year felt like a lifetime ago for Tristan Summers but just because he had come to terms with his past does not mean everyone else had.
Tristan had found himself alone in his and Faith’s bar Rogue’s, wiping down glasses late in the night, so late the bar had closed it’s doors to the public but not late enough for Tristan to worry about sunlight now that he would have to worry in Rogue’s wear every window had been spelled to protect any vampire from sunlight, not that much ever got into the alleyway in which the pub was located. Rogue’s was the perfect lovechild of Tristan and Faith, taking everything that Tristan loved about his previous bar and adding elements of who he and Faith were now. There was an anti-violence spell so humans and demons could not harm either/or, a spell which Faith had learned from the loveable demon Lorne’s contacts and had been performed by a local coven, who also did the magical windows. Rogue’s was a safe place for everyone, and everyone was welcome, well almost everyone. “I never thought you would wind up back in this city slinging drinks for us undead folk although I suppose your one of us now.” Spike proclaimed as he walked through the front door, making his presence known to Tristan, who found himself instantly irritated by the peroxide haired vampire’s arrival. “We’re open for everyone and everything.” Tristan replied as he finished cleaning his last glass, placing it on the bar counter with the other glasses. “Well almost everyone, we are closed!” “Here is me thinking you and I were on the same side now,” Spike responded with a devilish smirk, knowing he was winding up the slayer turned vampire. “Guess I was wrong in thinking that would make us get along better then?” “You annoy me, you have always annoyed me, good or bad, me or you, you are always bloody annoying!” Tristan snapped at him. “And do not think that because you got lucky last time you would stand a chance in a fight with me now!” “Here I am not looking for another fight especially now your less psychotic!” Spike told him. “I reckon your parents would not be too happy with me if I wound up beating up their boy again, listen the reason I am here is because I need yours and Faith’s help.” “Well Faith’s out patrolling so I cannot speak for her, but I would rather go sunbathing than help you out.” Tristan snapped at him, clearly wound up by the fellow vampire, not sure why Spike always irritated him so much but somehow, he always did. “Did I forget to mention this help I need involves Dru?” Spike asked, knowing the mere mention of his sire would grab Tristan’s interest. “Last time we went up against Drusilla I wound up undead not that I am saying no because I am ready to take her on anytime anywhere but why the hell are you so quick to get back into all that crazy.” Tristan wondered, cautious about seeing the woman who sired both him and Spike but eager to get another shot at revenge against her. “She’s got Mandi and I do not think Mandi is chilling with Dru through choice, my guess is she’s forcing her to do some magic for her which does not take a genius to work out it won’t be anything good!” Spike revealed, shocking Tristan by the news his childhood friend was in danger, kidnapped by a vampire he had introduced her to. Tristan had purposely made a point of staying as far away from Riverborn as possible most of his life but more so since he killed Mandi’s boyfriend Lucas, fearing the day he would have to face her again and see her grief caused by his own callous actions, knowing he would never have an excuse good enough to justify her pain but knowing she was in danger changed everything. He had to save the witch from Drusilla and not just because he felt guilty knowing the female vampire only knew of Mandi because of him but because he realized that for the longest time Mandi had never given up on him even when she should have and the idea of her dying despising him was a thought too awful for him to bare.
The only problem with tracking Drusilla down is the obvious tracking her down part, the infamous vampire shows up when you never expect her and always manages to get away with her life managing to avoid Buffy, Angel and Faith on several occasions; a feat not many vampire can claim. Her sire Angelus was killed by Buffy to later return re-ensouled, her grandsire Darla was killed by Angel only to come back get pregnant and then save herself so that Connor could come into the world and her great-grandsire The Master also fell victim to Buffy’s unstoppable and heroic ways. The only other vamp that can claim to have avoided death at the two most famous slayers and the vampire with a soul would be Spike but he wound up on their side, something Drusilla would never do. Drusilla was a gifted vampire indeed as lethal as she was crazy but there was one thing that would let her down every time: her sense of family. It was her diluted sense of family mixed with her gothic traditionalism and her warped mind that had put her in danger so many times before; returning to Sunnydale to try get Spike back despite the threat of the notorious slayer Buffy and facing Angel’s wrath to turn Darla into a vampire once more are just two excellent examples of this. It may have been a long time since she thought of Angel, Darla or even Spike as family, being abandoned by them quite a long time ago but it was through that loneliness that she sought out a new family to which she would later regard to as her children. Her first child Dante was staked, her second child Tristan had joined the same team as Angel and Spike and her third child Mandi was the first of the three to leave her. Drusilla was once again alone without a family, family that had been taken away from her too many times before and this made her more dangerous than ever before. “You have aged since I last saw you my darling girl, but I would not expect less from a human.” Drusilla stated as she walked into a room within the abandoned hospital, she had made her lair, where she was delighted in the sight of Mandi being chained to the bed. “I hear about your soldier man being snacked on by Tristan, naughty boy that one!” “If your going to kill me get it over with already!” Mandi snapped at her, knowing her chances of survival were very slim. “I was tempted to turn you like I did Tristan but that only poisoned him further,” Drusilla admitted with a great sense of sadness, clearly mourning the loss of what she once had. “He broke his mother’s heart by leaving me for that woman…they always leave me for her.” “You are not his mother Buffy is!” Mandi shouted, “The reason people keep leaving you Drusilla is because your twisted and you do not deserve any of us!” “Your words really do cut like a knife, but knives don’t hurt much when you’re a vampire.” Drusilla stated as she walked over to Mandi, grabbing her by the throat with force. “Family always leave, or they wind up getting slaughtered by daddy, I am learning to be okay with being a party of one.” “Why have you brought me here?” Mandi said, struggling to breathe as Drusilla continued to choke her. “Your losing your touch…they’re going to find you here!” “Sweetie I want them to find me this time.” Drusilla said with a cold laugh before snapping Mandi’s neck and letting go straight after as watched her lifeless body drop onto the bed. “You were always my least favorite child, punishing you was always going to be easier…next I will punish him!” Drusilla was done with being part of a family, but she was not done with seeking revenge on those she had once considered family. She had kept Mandi alive long enough for news of her disappearance to spread, and somehow, she knew exactly when Tristan found out and when he did Mandi had served her use. Spike and Tristan were coming for her and Tristan would realize where to go but Drusilla would be waiting, ready to get revenge on them both for abandoning her, ready to kill them both for abandoning her and then if all things went to plan she was turn her attention to Angel.
Just like Drusilla predicted it did not take Tristan long to suggest they go check out her former lair, with himself, Faith and Spike in New York City they would not have to travel long to find themselves back into those woods searching for the abandoned hospital that Drusilla had claimed so many times before. No-one was certain she would be here but for a hunch they thought they had better check it out, I mean it was their only lead and little did they know that the obvious option was the correct one or that Drusilla made herself easy to find as she prepared to act out her revenge against the three of them. “Got to say Drusilla being in the same place as last time seems like on hell of a longshot!” Faith stated to Spike and Tristan as they walked through the woods at the beginning of night, having used the daytime to weigh up their options, due to Spike and Tristan’s tendency to burn in the daylight. “True but better checking here just in case,” Tristan replied to the slayer. “Who knows this time she may want to be found?” “If she does then we are literally walking straight into a trap.” Spike suggested as they continued to walk through the woods. “Which judging by our luck sounds about right.” “Well I like our odds this time even if we are down a witch,” Faith chimed in. “I mean we all know the layout this time and most of came out alive last time.” “As long as I get the chance to stake Drusilla once and for all and we get Mandi out safe then I call it a win!” Tristan told them both, unaware of the cruel irony of his words, unaware that Mandi was already gone. “Trusting Dru whatever goes down here she’ll find a way to come out of it untouched, she’s something else that one.” Spike admitted, causing both Faith and Tristan to look at each other, rolling their eyes as they continued walking through the woods. “Just pointing out facts here guys!” “Yeah well Dru’s days are well and truly numbered, whether it is today or another day she will be dust soon enough!” Faith replied to Spike, while at the same time trying to reassure Tristan, he would get his revenge. “This is why Faith is the only person out of your little scooby gang I can actually tolerate.” Tristan pointed out to Spike, seeing frustration from the blonde-haired vampire who clearly did not like to be called a scooby. “I am not no bloody scooby that shit is reserved for Buffy’s nearest and dearest and that is not me.” Spike argued, making Tristan laugh at the thought of winding him up instead of being wound up by him. “Nor me!” Faith added honestly, although her and Buffy had come along way, she knew she would never be as close to her fellow slayer as Buffy was with Xander, Willow and Giles. “Me three!” Tristan announced with a devilish smirk, as he realized, they were all connected through their fragile relationship with Buffy, whether it be lover, friend, or mother neither of their bonds with Buffy were strong. “Difference is you’re still her kid which means all you have to do is pick up the phone, show her some attention and all is forgiven.” Spike responded to Tristan, attempting to make the demonic slayer realize that building a relationship with his mother would be easier than he thought only to be met by an awkward silence. Now was not the time for Tristan Summers to start reconsidering his relationship with his biological mother Buffy Summers who he had not seen since he had awakened as a vampire over a year ago now whether he found himself wanting to or not Mandi had to be his concentration, he had to right the many wrongs he had done to the witch and he believed saving her life would be a good start. If only he knew his bewitching childhood friend had already met an untimely demise as he, Faith and Spike marched their way towards deranged Drusilla’s lair ready to fight the good fight and play heroes then they would have avoided another twisted turn in Tristan’s story.
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Origins of Magic: Part Two
CHAPTER 22 LINK HERE
Warnings: I do not own the rights to the television series “The Originals”, “Vampire Diaries”, or “Legacies” and do not own any of the characters within the TVD universe, I am making no profit from this and have no intention for this fanfiction series except for readers to enjoy. 15+ Mild to Strong Violence, Strong Language, Witchcraft, sexual scenes, and sexual references. F/F, F/M, M/M, Other.
Chapter 23 - The Best of The Worst
“Primrose,” Kayne said with panted breath as he walked into a hotel room within New Orleans where he had arranged to meet Magnus and Rose. “Kayne,” Rose replied as she rushed over to hug her newly revived brother, holding him in her tight embrace as she hoped to never suffer losing him again. “I’m so glad our brother did something right for once!” “Okay now you two have caught up can we get to where the hell the Mikaelson family is so we can end their miserable existences before we end the rest of their family?” Magnus asked them both making it clear he did not have time to waste on family reunions. “I told you Hope’s off-limits,” Rose told her oldest brother Magnus as she broke off her hug with her younger brother Kayne. “I made a deal with her, and she’s done nothing to piss me off as of yet so until then she lives.” “As does our sister Bella.” Kayne chimed in. “If we are really doing this, killing the Mikaelson’s, then Bella, her baby, and Marcel are off-limits too.” “Fine.” Magnus agreed reluctantly. “Not a chance in hell!” Rose shouted at Kayne. “She was all ready to play happy families with the very same family who slaughtered her brother, she needs to pay for everything she has done to us all.” “Bella did what she had to do for her child her loyalties are within her future kid, and she has every right to protect our niece or nephew with everything she has got. Our sister wants nothing to do with this war on either side of it if we are truly her siblings then we should respect that and allow her to live whatever life she chooses.” Kayne argued with his sister, making it clear he did not blame Bella’s decisions, and neither should they. “Kayne is right,” Magnus stated, surprising both Rose and Kayne by agreeing with Kayne. “Annabella has betrayed more than anyone ever has but she is still our sister and that child she is carrying is our family too. We should protect the unborn baby and allow Bella a pass from this war it is what is right.” “Since when did you become all team family? It was not too long ago you were ready to kill us all.” Rose snapped at Magnus, suspicious of his sudden turnaround. “It’s the child, isn’t it?” Kayne asked his brother, realizing the truth behind Magnus’ sudden interest in reuniting their family. “It was pretty obvious you wanted the demons released just as much as you wanted us both free from that realm, but I could not work out why you suddenly wanted to be part of the Black family again. Bella’s child, the firstborn from any of us meaning that child’s power is yet unknown but with an upgraded original being its father that power is bound to beyond anything we could imagine…you do not care about this war nor do you care about your family you just want us all to kill each other so it's easier for you to get your hands on what you really want…Bella’s child.” “You’re wrong Kayne, yes I want that child to be a part of our family, and yes I am highly intrigued by the power it may wield but I do not want you or any of my siblings to die in order to get my hands on that child,” Magnus said, denying Kayne’s accusations. “The Mikaelsons must fall so we can truly rise but when I say we I mean us all.” “Well, I’m in whether we wind up kidnapping that baby or not I’m still in.” Rose declared making it clear to her brothers she was ready for all forms of revenge towards everyone who had ever wronged her. “I’m out! In fact, I was never truly in but now I am truly out.” Kayne confessed before raising his hand in the air, moving it in a circle swiftly, and using his magic to force his siblings into a deep sleep, their unconscious bodies quickly falling to the hotel room floor, as Kayne realized what he had to do next.
Kayne Black did believe that his family should come first but Bella was his family too and she was pregnant with the only member of their family who at that time was completely and utterly innocent which made him question his loyalty to Magnus and Rose, knowing Magnus was clearly interested in this miracle child made him worry for Bella’s unborn child and knowing of Rose’s hunger for vengeance towards their sister did not fare well for Bella and her baby either. So, he decided to turn to the other family that his eldest sister Annabella Black was torn between despite the guilt he felt for betraying Rose, he just could not trust her and especially not Magnus when it came to doing right by his potential niece or nephew and as the Mikaelsons considered Marcel as one of their own he knew they would accept his child too. “Long time no see lover boy.” Kayne greeted Klaus after astral projecting himself into the prison world that Rose had created, deep within the woods of Mystic Falls. “Home sweet hell I see…if it were up to me to create, I’d have gone less bloody obvious and a lot more brutal.” “I was wondering if there were others here or perhaps, you’re a figment of my imagination,” Klaus replied to him with a smile on his face, happy to see his former lover once again. “Maybe you’re my conscience making me feel guilty for choosing to betray you instead of trusting you.” “Well, I am most definitely not your conscience considering I am not sold on you having one neither am I actually here, my astral self is,” Kayne revealed to the original hybrid. “I was all for joining my siblings in exacting revenge on you and everybody else in your family, but they are proving to be as trustworthy as you right about now so I’m going to break you out of this shabby little world my sister has roughly drawn out for yourself, Elijah, and Rebekah.” “You’re alive…again.” Klaus realized as he found himself overcome with relief. “No thanks to you…thanks to Magnus actually and yet I’m betraying him and I’m betraying the one sister who would never betray me and not because of you definitely not because of you but because of the child Bella is carrying…a child who you could call your grandchild,” Kayne confessed making it clear his decision to help Klaus was not an easy decision to make but that he felt it was the right one. “So, we are a team again?” Klaus said, amused by the notion. “Just like old times.” “I’m prison breaking you and your siblings, but I have terms and conditions about this war against my family, and trust me with the state the world’s in right now you are going to want Bella and myself willing to help when the demons rise,” Kayne stated, struggling to see Klaus’ victorious smile, wanting to wipe it off his face but knowing he could not, at least not at that moment. “Whatever you demand I will submit to my love,” Klaus replied in a flirtatious manner as if he thought Kayne had forgiven him for his misdeeds. “I do not want nor need your word because I do not and will not ever again trust it. Take me to Elijah he is after all the noble one, take me to him, and once I get his promise, I will release you all, but I’d hurry if I were you because Magnus and Rose will not be sleeping long and once, they awake they’ll know exactly what I am up to.” Kayne responded coldly hoping his words of mistrust hurt Klaus for even a moment, hoping he had caused the hybrid a fraction of the pain that he had caused him.
Bella Black could not help but feel guilty for not siding with her siblings even if Kayne seemed to understand her motives behind not joining their war against the Mikaelsons she knew Rose never would. She knew she had failed her younger sister many times in the past whether it was being too strict with her, not being strict enough, or the time she was willing to let her die so Kayne could live, especially the letting her die part. Bella once trusted her brother Magnus with her life, the two were side by side for many years but his jealousy over their younger siblings Primrose and Kayne forced her hand into taking him out too, so trusting whatever he had planned was another risk she could not take, fearing he would double-cross them all at any given chance. No, the risk of siding with her siblings against the Mikaelsons were far too high not just because of their legacy as the original family of vampires but also that they were more of a family than her or her siblings would ever hope to be, and that loyalty would be what conquered all in the end. There was no chance her siblings nor her would make it out alive so why did she feel so bad for abandoning siblings who had each abandoned her many times before? Because deep down although their shared memories of being siblings may have been a result of the woman, they once thought to be their mother’s spells, despite all that being found out to be nothing more than magical lies, Bella could not imagine having loved any of them any less like the family had she knew the truth all that time, even Magnus. “I do not think I can do this, I want to do this, everything inside of me is telling me to do this, but they are my family, Marcel.” Bella declared to Marcel Gerard as she sat in the passenger seat of his car with her hands stroking her ever-growing baby bump, while Marcel sat in the driving seat clearly looking frustrated by Bella’s admission, driving along a quiet road in the middle of the night. “Klaus was and some ways still are like a father to me I love his kid like she is my sister, but I refuse to be in another one of their wars when it is over stupid hurt feelings,” Marcel replied to the centuries-old witch who was carrying his unborn child. “That is exactly why I cannot watch them all just slaughter each other I told myself I was running for my child that the means justify the ends, but it is exactly that kind of thinking that has caused nothing but centuries of betrayals, heartbreak, and death,” Bella explained herself to the upgraded original. “We need to stop them, force some kind of intervention, and make sure they cannot leave until we reach a satisfying conclusion whereas little people die as possible.” “Damn it! Annabella Black, I guess we are turning this car around.” Marcel said with panted breath as he admitted defeat in this argument, knowing that he did not want Rebekah nor Klaus to die over some century’s long vendetta with a family who they had wronged just as much as that family had wronged them.
Klaus Mikaelson knew that Kayne Black no longer trusted him for rightful reasons and he probably loathed him too, again for rightful reasons, but somehow despite all the reasons Klaus had given him to declare war on the Mikaelson family, Kayne had put the future of his sister’s unborn child above all vengeance and even other family ties proving that the man Klaus once loved, the man with a loyal and loving heart, was still there despite all the trauma that he had gone through. Kayne, or rather his astral projection self, reluctantly agreed to allow Klaus to give him a quick tour around the little prison world that Kayne’s vengeful sister Rose created, agreeing only because of the promise of finding both Elijah and Rebekah along the way so he could get all three Mikaelsons before leaving the prison world with them. “I hope you know killing you was my biggest regret it was never an easy decision for me to make but I would do anything for my family especially my daughter and I genuinely believed I was doing the right thing for my family.” Klaus apologized to the male witch, apologies being something the original hybrid rarely delivered. “I understand that way of thinking Niklaus I even forgive that way of thinking but what I’ll never forgive is you not trusting me enough…despite everything I never stopped loving you when you gave me a million reasons too, but I suppose I should thank you for killing me because when you did you killed whatever love I had left for you,” Kayne replied, somewhat accepting Klaus’ apology. “Which is good because now I can think freely, logically, without allowing the past to affect my decisions.” “Then I am glad I could get you to such a level-headed state of mind.” Klaus lied, knowing he had no right to hurt Kayne moving on from him if he really had. “I suppose this either means you have cheated death again or we’re as dead as you are,” Rebekah said after using her vampire speed to rush over and find herself stood in front of Kayne and Klaus. “If you are here to torture us all please remember Niklaus did the deed as Elijah watched whereas I had no bloody clue what was going on…granted I’d probably have done the same, but the point still stands that I never.” “The same as ever Rebekah,” Kayne responded with a laugh, amused by the original female vampire. “Believe it or not I’m breaking you and your brothers free from this place.” “I do not believe it!” Rebekah stated with a great sense of suspicion over Kayne’s alleged willingness to help them. “I believe it!” Elijah announced after he too used his vampire speed to appear as if from out of nowhere to now stand in front of Kayne and Klaus, standing next to Rebekah. “Your eldest sister is about to have a child and although you know we are dangerous you also know we would never hurt a child…something you cannot say about your siblings Magnus or Rose.” “Exactly use, are truly the best of the worst in this scenario,” Kayne said with a saddened sigh, taking absolutely no pleasure whatsoever in betraying his sister Rose or even his brother Magnus. Suddenly, much to the shock of both Kayne and Klaus, both Rebekah and Elijah suddenly vanished out of thin air, within a blink of the eye. “Well, that did not take you as long as I thought it would,” Klaus stated before noticing that Kayne was equally as shocked as himself meaning someone else had released Elijah and Rebekah from this prison world. “That was not me!” Kayne replied, before he and Klaus were next to vanish into thin air, neither knowing where they were about to go, or what hell awaited them…
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