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buffyversefanfiction · 4 years ago

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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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lovixcore · 7 years ago

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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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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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buffyversefanfiction · 4 years ago

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The Haunting of Buffy Summers

PART ONE HERE

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

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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Origins of Magic: Part Two

CHAPTER 22 LINK HERE

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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Origins of Magic: Part Two

Chapter 22: And so it begins...

CHAPTER 21 LINK HERE

Kayne Black’s recent return from the grave was as shocking as his previous comeback but the thing that baffled him this time around was his visit to the demonic realm and the questions that it had left him with about the place he and his siblings were supposed to have come from like did they have parents over there or creators or if these demons did not have bodies why did they and if he and his family were the strongest creatures among the living were those that reside within the demonic realm even more powerful than him? As he found his way out of the woods within Mystic Falls and found a nearby road, Kayne was surprised to see a sports car speeding down the road rather fast before coming to a sudden stop right in front of him as he realized whoever was in the car had just found exactly what they were looking for him. The driver’s door slowly opened, and afoot appeared out of the car wearing black stiletto six-inch heels before Katherine Pierce climbed out of the car with a wicked smile on her face before she walked over to greet the powerful witch. “Since your family messed up pretty big time bringing the Mikaelsons back from the dead crashing open all kinds of realms I thought it was only a matter of time before it came back to bite use…so to speak,” Katherine said to him as she now stood in front of the male witch. “I get wanting to help out Elijah, but you really should have kept Klaus in the ground.” “Are you just here to taunt me for my decisions or has your presence got some meaning behind it? In which I mean you better be here to help and not hinder me because I am okay with sending you back to the hell in which you slithered out from.” Kayne warned the ruthless vampire making it clear he had no time for any games she wanted to play. “Tough talk coming for Kayne Black I guess the little witch boy may finally be growing up!” Katherine scoffed showing no fear over his threats. “You guys did me a solid by making a loophole so I could reclaim my former life and I owe your sister Annabella a favor or two, so I figured I’d pick you up and drop you off at New Orleans or rather a safe distance outside of it because I do not want Klaus getting news of my whereabouts.” “And what makes you so damn sure I even want to be anywhere near New Orleans?” Kayne quizzed the vampire, suspicious of her motives. “Because one hell of a war is coming sexy, and your siblings are right in the middle of it with the Mikaelson’s, so it benefits me greatly if you guys don’t wind up dead!” Katherine revealed to him. “And with you and Magnus now alive again and Freya long-dead it's starting to look like you guys stand a chance.” “Freya’s dead?” Kayne asked in disbelief by the revelation that the eldest Mikaelson sibling was now among the dead.

Hope Mikaelson decided that although she loved her father very much she did not want to follow in his footsteps and therefore she concluded that she had no other choice but to keep the promise she made to Rose Black and help her bring her power back to life in order to free Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah from a prison world of Rose’s making but little did the young Mikaelson Tribrid know that Kayne Black was already back among the living as hell itself was about to descend on the city of New Orleans… “If I let you free then I am going to need to know you are not just going to try killing me the first chance you get,” Hope told Rose as she stood outside of Rose’s prison cell located beneath the Mikaelson compound. “Unlike my bitch sister Bella and my bastard brother Magnus I tend to keep to my word so as long as you bring my brother back, I’ll give you your family,” Rose responded making it clear to Hope that she had no intention of killing her unless she gave her a reason that is but before Hope had a chance to reply she soundly fell to the ground unconscious as Magnus appeared from out of the shadows. “Well, is this not a case of dejavu little sister? It is good to see you are as spiteful as ever especially because we have a family to massacre. May as well start with this one.” Magnus greeted his sister before pulling out a blade from his jacket pocket and putting it to Hope’s neck fully ready to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. “She gets to live she maybe half Mikaelson but clearly her mother’s half got the better of that one,” Rose told her brother who reluctantly pulled his knife away from Hope’s throat, hid it back in his jacket before waving his hand to counter the spell keeping the cage door shut, the door swinging open immediately afterward. “Not like you to tell someone not to kill,” Magnus replied to his sister. “But Kayne and I need the whole family back together so I will grant your wishes for now.” “Kayne’s alive?” Rose asked with a genuine smile, truly relieved to hear the brother she loved more than anything was now amongst the living. “Where is he?” “I wish I had an ounce of the loyalty you always gave him,” Magnus confessed to her before going on to say. “A mutual friend is bringing him to the city as we speak now where is the Mikaelson trio? I heard you put them away somewhere safe ready for the killing.” Magnus as always had murder on his mind, and he knew out of all his siblings only Rose could match that bloodlust, and even though he had salvaged her rage by bringing Kayne back to life he knew her vengeance was far from fed allowing him to use that vengeance to take out the only other family in the world who could be a threat to his own.

Despite their constant bickering and bashing of the eldest Black sibling, Bella was perhaps the one who had fought the hardest for their family for the longest time choosing to sacrifice whom they believed to be their mother for her siblings and then taking out her brother Magnus for what she believed to be the greater good for Rose and Kayne, only to later learn they’d grow to despise her for her actions and so eventually she decided to give up on that family. After a brief one night stand with Marcel Gerard, Bella was now expecting her first child with a man who had quickly become a close friend during hard times and although neither planned to rekindle their romance, Bella was glad to have a platonic partner to raise a child with him in New Orleans as she fought for peace with the Mikaelson family even if it pitted her against her old family, it was her new family, her unborn child that mattered most to her now. So, the cleverest of the Black family decided she had no choice but to plot against her own sister Rose, as she looked for a way to unearth the magic her youngest sister had used to capture Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah, hoping to find the spells Rose used in her devious plans so she could find a way of undoing her magic, freeing the three Mikaelsons and finding some way to try and broker peace so her child was not born into a war. “I hate to say it sister, but you have really let yourself go as of late!” Kayne stated as he walked into Lafayette Cemetery to meet with his unsuspecting sister who was investigating the scene of the crime in which their sister Rose killed Freya. “Kayne?” Bella said in disbelief as she saw the brother, she thought dead now standing in front of her, appeased to know she had not lost him forever as she had once thought. “How are you here right now?” “Magnus believe it or not I am beginning to think that maybe just maybe he really does want the old family to reform. I mean he owed me nothing and I’m back demonic apocalypse pending of course but still, I’m alive so the hell cares.” Kayne replied with a sinister sense of humor. “As for how I got here Katherina Petrova provided me with transport…you never quite gave me the full details about your history with her by the way.” “I am so glad to see you!” Bella gushed as she rushed over and hug her little brother, tears forming in her eyes. “I really thought that this time you were gone forever!” “Magnus is planning some attack on the Mikaelsons, and he’s got Katherine convinced we may actually win plus with Rose being held captive by that family something tells me she’ll soon be on board too,” Kayne informed his sister. “I want to say I am telling you to help me stop them but I’m not sure we should stop this war, in fact, called me biased because of being recently killed by one of them but I think I’m ready to take back this world that was once ours.” “Kayne please not you too! What Klaus did was unforgivable but…” Bella began to plead with him only to be cut off quickly. “I understand why he killed me he wanted to ensure his family’s safety it was not personal it was all about survival and that’s why I want every last one of them dead too,” Kayne revealed to her, showing a coldness he rarely showed, especially towards people he once cared for deeply. “Besides the sooner we get rid of the vampires the sooner we can focus on those bloody demons I may have helped bring to this world.” “I am not wagering war against a family that my child will one day be part of I am sorry Kayne, but I will not join this war. If you need help with these so-called demons, then I will help you, but I’ve already sacrificed for you and Rose too many times its time I put my own child first now!” Bella told her brother making it clear to him she would not be an ally in a war against the original family of vampires. “I am sorry to hear that Annabella, but I am glad you are finally being more honest with me!” Kayne responded to his sister clearly disappointed by her stance but understanding why she did not want to go to war at the same time. “Take care, Annabella,

stay safe, and for the love of god make sure you do not wind up being someone’s pawn in this impending war…have your own back because I doubt anyone else will.” Before Bella could say anything more to her brother or ask any more questions about the revelations, he had just laid upon her, Kayne was gone within the blink of an eye leaving her alone with her guilt over not having her family’s back while also feeling guilty for the Mikaelson family as she realized Kayne was right, she had to make it so neither side could try and force her hand.

Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah found themselves stood outside of their family home that had in the real world long since deteriorated over a thousand years but somehow in this prison world remained perfectly built, as if it was just built that day, and normally to anyone else their childhood home would be a blessing to see again after all this time but to them it just served to bring back memories they wished they’d forget, knowing that is exactly why Rose had trapped them there to torture them with their past. “Speaking of someone whose been in a prison world or two there’s always some way out of it and judging by Rose’s rather psychotic ways my guess would be there will be some answers as to get out of here within the family home,” Klaus told his siblings trying to think like the woman who had put them in this prison world. “Well, I doubt there is going to be any Bennet blood handy in a time when there were no hospitals so that squashes the Bennet connection as for getting out of here,” Rebekah responded, as she too tried to think of a way out of their current situation. “Then again Ayana is a Bennet witch, and she did use to keep vials of her blood within her home…and I’d much rather go snooping around in her past than our own.” “We do not know if this world is an exact replica of our home back when we were just mere mortals or if there are just parts of this world designed to look that way so I suggest Rebekah goes to where Ayana’s home should be and myself and Niklaus should visit the old family home,” Elijah advised his younger siblings. “However, we do not know if we are necessarily alone here so be careful, be smart, and for the love of god do not talk to strangers.” Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah did not know much about this prison world, but they knew that they soon would learn everything they possibly could about it in order to find some kind of way out of believing due to Rose’s connection to the magic that the same rules may not apply in this prison world that had applied to previous ones created by the alliance of the Bennet and Parker families. All they did know was that the longer they were gone the more mess they would have to clean up once they got back to the land of the living…

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Origins of Magic: Part Two

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Chapter 21 - Better the Bitch you know

“I would waste time pretending that I am shocked to see you on their side but honestly Annabella you were never one with loyalty oh sure you would preach it enough, but you were always a backstabbing bitch! I mean look at you, Rebekah is supposed to be your one epic love and you’re currently carrying an antichrist baby courtesy of bedding her ex-boyfriend.” Rose snapped at her elder sister Bella furiously as she found herself behind bars within the dungeon located underneath the Mikaelson family’s compound, her sister standing in front of the cage door heavily pregnant and far from happy to be there. “I may be a lot of things but I would never play nice with our brother’s murderers.” “Oh, please do you suddenly not recalling killing our brother Magnus?” Bella was quick to reply, refusing to allow Rose to claim she was loyal to anyone. “Only you ever classed that troll to be a brother, I never really liked him not. Kayne was more family to me than any of you and as far as I’m concerned from the moment you did not join me to avenge his death is the very moment you became nothing more than somebody else on my hitlist.” Rose warned her, making it clear she no longer saw her as a family only as another enemy. “Just tell me where they are or at least where Rebekah is?” Bella pleaded with the scheming witch, desperate to find Rebekah and make sure she was okay. “I’ll tell you where Freya is,” Rose responded with a cruel and taunting laugh. “Ashes to ashes and all that.” “If you do not tell me where they are Primrose then I will have no choice but to force the truth out of you.” Bella threatened her younger sister, making sure Rose knew she was willing to go to any length to ensure Rebekah’s safety. “I’d like to see you try!” Rose replied, not backing down from her sister's threats, knowing she could endure any form of torture Bella had planned for her, knowing they could not kill her without getting the answers that only she had. Rose had taken down Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah, hiding their bodies shortly afterward and after literally burning the eldest Mikaelson sibling Freya to death, she set her sights on Klaus’ daughter Hope but much to the scorned woman’s dismay she found herself overpowered by Hope, her wife Josie, and Josie’s twin sister Lizzie, who together managed to hold Rose long enough to reach into Rose’s chest and pull back out the bone blade that was making her even more powerful than she normally was. And so there she was, imprisoned but not defeated, knowing that those responsible for her brother Kayne’s death were suffering greatly over the loss of Freya, and Rose was determined to make sure that they would never find Klaus, Elijah, or Rebekah no matter what they did to her because one day she would escape sooner or later she always escaped and this time she was driven by an extreme sense of vengeance.

Elsewhere, in a realm which was not quite within our world while at the same time not being outside of it, Kayne awakened on a cold harsh ground to find Magnus stood over him before Magnus reached out his hand and helped Kayne to his feet which is when Kayne took a good look around his new location only to find nothing but debris, a place completely devoid of any life other than him and his brother with a darkened sky that had no stars or moon to be seen. “Where the hell am I? and why the hell are you here too?” Kayne questioned his brother, wondering what trouble Magnus had now got him into. “The place of our birth otherwise known as the demonic realm,” Magnus revealed to him. “I figured I’d help you out before one of those things decided to rip you to shreds.” “One of what things?” Kayne wondered as he continued to look around at his surroundings, attempting to work out how he wound up in the demonic realm. “Demons, our brothers and sisters I guess, or maybe ancestors I am still sort of catching up on all that.” Magnus continued with the shocking revelations. “We’re the only ones around here to have actual bodies which makes them super jealous and extra violent considering apparently we were supposed to unleash them back among the living where they could all get hosts.” “Yeah, I sort of remember the story, there is a lot of memories in one mind and things are kind of blurry when you just wake up after being murdered by someone you once loved,” Kayne replied, attempting to keep up with Magnus’ information. “I know that better than anyone else but luckily for you, I want to get the hell out of there and I reckon I’ll need your help to do just that,” Magnus admitted to his brother, making it clear he was not intending to help Kayne out of the kindness of his heart. “We’re not gods or demons or whatever the hell we were before we wound up here, I mean I would even place a bet we’re not even witches in this sordid little prison world!” Kayne told his brother, reluctant to trust him considering their complicated history. “It is a demonic realm, and you know that! So, how about you stop whining over the fact the man you once loved killed you and help me get back to making our family royalty once more while putting those undead creatures back in the dirt where they belong.” Magnus stated, making his intentions clear. “Niklaus may have killed me, but I still trust him more than I trust your hell at this point I would likely trust Annabella more than you,” Kayne admitted to his brother, making it clear he was not foolish enough to trust him. “However, I sure do not want to hang around here for much longer, so I’ll play along for now and if you get out of line well it is not like we have not killed each other before.” “I will take that as a yes,” Magnus said with a sinister sense of enthusiasm.

Hope Mikaelson loved her family more than anything but that did not mean they came without their troubles especially in particular her father Klaus who for reasons which were not entirely his fault was in and out of her life but despite this Hope was very much a daddy’s girl even after settling down and marrying her wife Josie, she would stop at nothing to ensure her father remained in her life. So, when she learned her father was missing, alongside her aunt Rebekah and her uncle Elijah she set out to capture the person responsible with the help of her wife and her sister-in-law hoping she could bargain with the centuries-old witch to get her family back in return for Rose’s freedom but as Hope quickly learned making deals with this particular witch was far more difficult than she could ever have imagined. “Look girl fair dues for living up to all that Tribrid hype surrounding you and getting the better of me but you have to be a colossal idiot if you really think I am going to spill secrets because of a little cage.” Rose taunted the Mikaelson Tribrid as she remained in the dungeon underneath the Mikaelson, with Hope now standing where Bella stood earlier. “Right now, your family’s whereabouts is the only thing keeping alive and as for freedom we both know I’ll get out of here sooner or later, so you got to do better when making a deal with this she-devil.” “Fine,” Hope replied with a sigh, clearly frustrated by Rose’s resilience. “Just tell me what you want, and we can get this all over with!” “I want my brother Kayne back, but your brother killed him for no other reason than he feared his power which is so damn predictable of your father. You may think he loves you dearest Hope, but he loved him too and that didn’t stop him gutting my brother like a fish the minute he felt he was a threat to his kingdom.” Rose revealed to Hope. “My father would never hurt me…but for what it is worth I am sorry about your brother. I know what it is like to lose the only family you have ever known, and I would not wish that on anyone! So, please give me mine back.” Hope responded, attempting to appeal to Rose’s softer side, hoping she had one. “My sister is a backstabbing bitch who played us like fiddles our entire lives and my other brother Magnus loathed myself and Kayne our entire lives…Kayne’s the only one who was always there for me, and your father Klaus took him from me. Even if I were to feel anything about your struggles, I cannot allow him to be forgotten.” Rose reluctantly told Hope, being as honest with her as she could. “What if I help you get your brother back?” Hope asked her, shocking Rose by her willingness, and kindness, something often rare within the Mikaelson family.

Klaus awoke within the woods of Mystic Falls late at night knowing instantly that he was in prison world’s version of Mystic Falls before he rose to his feet to find both Rebekah and Elijah stood there having clearly waited for him to wake up, both looking far from amused to be where they were, as anyone would be. “You just had to go and piss off the most psychotic bitch in that family!” Rebekah complained to Klaus. “I mean if you are going to kill anybody it should have been her, it is like you want us to go to war with them what the bloody hell happened to the Klaus who almost married into that family?” “At least I dealt with my witch Rebekah let us not forget that your witch is currently expecting your ex’s child which tells me Marcellus’ loyalties will be towards her and not us, so you better hope she’s the first one to love and not betray you!” Klaus snapped back at his sister. “How about we do not try to pass on the blame here when we all know all of us are as bad as each other? We should never have killed Kayne, he was by far the least evil of that bunch, of course, his sisters are going to want revenge we literally cut out the heart of their family.” Elijah chimed in, reminding his siblings nobody was innocent here. “Oh, please they’re not even related…or are they? It is so bloody hard to keep up with whatever the hell is going on with them.” Rebekah replied before going on to say. “Bella and Kayne were never the problems like always if Kol makes a friend they tend to try to kill us, actually if any of us makes a friend that tends to happen.” “I was the one willing to do what was needed to protect us all as always, do you think it was easy for me to kill someone I once loved? Someone I still care for so deeply? No, but I did it for my family because when it comes down to it always and forever always comes first.” Klaus argued with his siblings. “Well now we are probably going to have to kill them all even Annabella of course not until after she has her child which is a shame because she would have been a great ally to the family and the last thing, I want to do is kill a child’s mother,” Elijah stated, making it clear that his method was the only way for his family’s survival. “That is not happening!” Rebekah shouted defiantly. “You two are only alive because of those witches and one of them is only dead because of our family. For once we need to do right by them, not every bloody relationship we ever have has to turn into hatred.” “Rebekah’s right…for once! Kayne’s death was an end to justify the means and I will forever loathe myself for it so if we can we need to do right by Bella and hell maybe even Rose.” Klaus surprisingly agreed with his sister. “Well, we cannot right our family’s wrongs if we remain trapped here!” Elijah told them both. “Which means we better start looking for a way out.”

Hope decided to take a stroll through Lafayette Cemetery with Josie hand in hand after learning that was the last place her aunt Freya was when the wicked Rose Black killed her and so the youngest member of the Mikaelson decided to pay her respects with her wife deciding to join to provide comfort to the Tribrid when needed as Josie’s twin sister Lizzie stayed at the compound plotting with the upgraded original Marcel Gerard and Rose’s sister Bella Black. “Not to tarnish this moment by mentioning your aunt’s killer but are you really going to let Rose go free after everything she has done?” Josie questioned the woman she loved as they continued to walk through Lafayette Cemetery, as she wondered what the Tribrid was up to. “Of course, not but that crazy bitch is not going to help us unless she thinks we are going to help her so I just need to keep that ruse up until I get what I want from her, and then she will soon be as dead as her brother,” Hope replied, revealing her devious plan. “So, your solution to deal with your dad’s never-ending drama is to continue it by doing exactly what he would do? You said Marcel was like a big brother to you he’s supposed to mean something to you is he not?” Josie continued to question her, hoping her wife would not end up following in Klaus’ footsteps. “Bella hates her sister almost as much as we do and with her expecting she is going to be far too busy bringing up the baby to keep a centuries-old feud alive.” Hope tried to reason with Josie, knowing that Josie was right. “Rose is an evil bitch who deserves to die for killing Freya but if we continued to screw her over it is only a matter of time before Bella becomes an enemy too which will inevitably pit you against Marcel,” Josie advised her wisely. “I know that Josie, but I also do not know what I am supposed to do here,” Hope confessed looking to Josie for a miraculous solution. “Stop thinking like your father and start thinking like you! You’ve always wanted better for your family than endless vendettas maybe it is finally time to find a way of getting what you always wanted.” Josie replied, not quite giving Hope the answer that she wanted but giving her the advice, she needed to find the answer for herself.

It did not take Kayne or Magnus long to escape the demonic realm at all in fact it was rather easy, or so Kayne was led to believe. All they had to do to return to where they the so-called real world was to die in the demonic realm before they were possessed by the bodiless demons and so Kayne obliged in killing Magnus and reluctantly allowed Magnus to kill him, not knowing by returning to the land of the living he would also wind up permanently opening a portal between both worlds allowing the demons to pass through freely unleashing untold hell into the world, something Magnus had purposely forgotten to mention to his brother. “It was really that easy!” Kayne said in disbelief as he awoke in his body which was still placed in the cave where he was murdered but once he got to his feet the entire cave began shaking ferociously, almost knocking the male witch back off his feet and as the very walls, dirt, and rock around him began falling into itself, he realized the cave was collapsing and he had to get out there quick to survive. As Kayne climbed out of the collapsing cave, narrowly escaping with his life he fell to the ground and witnessed black smoke being released from the collapsed cave knowing that within that black smoke was the very demons from the realm he had just escaped from, as he realized he had just released hell on earth and played right into his brother Magnus’ hands but before he had the chance to worry about a potential demonic apocalypse he knew it was time to reunite with his family fearing the mess they had got into without him as he wondered whether it would be even more chaotic than the demons he and Magnus had just released.

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Forget me Not

Chapter 6: Once in a Lifetime (Finale)

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

Chapter 5: Here I Go Again

My hatred for Van Helsing had only ever grown over the years but instead of killing him like I know he would not hate to do to me, I imprisoned him when I had the chance, and then he broke free and captured myself and Rebekah, and once again I decided to imprison him although I had told myself I would kill him and I believed I was more than ready to end his existence but to my own shock someone had already beat me to it, leaving me now to wonder forever if I could have really killed the monster who I once called father. “I cannot help but think that Van dying at the very convenient time of you taking me away from him is exactly the kind of shit you would do,” I said accusing Klaus, as he, Rebekah, Elijah, and myself had gathered within the Victorian gothic library of the castle I had claimed as my own. “I was with you the entire time we were away from him besides who bloody cares who killed him the point is he’s dead now,” Klaus replied denying any trickery on his part, but I did not believe a word he said. “The point is I was supposed to get to kill him nobody else!” I shouted at the original hybrid, furious to have missed my opportunity. “Calm down Salem the point is your daddy drama is dead now…literally,” Rebekah told me before turning her attention to Elijah. “Well done brother!” “If I had got my hands on him, they would have heard his screams halfway across the world nor would his death have ended so quickly either,” Elijah responded to his sister’s accusation, denying that he too was the killer. “Well, somebody had to kill him, and we are the only ones here,” I argued with them all. “Unless it was a witch, your father was not exactly caring of which supernatural he killed as long as they were different, he hunted them surely you are not his only enemy on this earth,” Rebekah suggested, making far too much sense for my own liking. “Salem things may not have ended the way you like it but take a moment to appreciate that Van is gone and his reign of terror over you is finally over.” Elijah wisely advised me as he walked over and gave me a hug. “We will find out who killed him, and I will forever be in the debt. He’s gone now, he cannot hurt you anymore!” Elijah was right, Elijah was always right, whether it was the way I planned it or not my ordeal with Van Helsing was finally over, my centuries-long fight with my father was over and I should be pleased with that alone, and perhaps I was but I do not know if some of Klaus’ paranoia had rubbed off on me or if my gut was telling me the truth, the truth being that something was far from right.

Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah left to return to New Orleans that night and although I wanted to go with them, I had to stay put at least until I could answer some of my many questions. How did Van break out of his prison in the first place? How did somebody kill my so-called father without anyone hearing so much as a pin drop? And other than myself the Mikaelson family and the newly deceased Van Helsing, who else knew where my home was? A secret I had hidden for over a century. I returned to the dungeons underneath my castle to examine the scene in which Van was murdered even though I had examined it already with no telltale signs to be found, I spent most of the night there examining every inch of that place for something, anything, even if it led to how Van escaped beginning with although his murderer was the reveal I wanted the most when suddenly I heard footsteps from above and as I focused on those steps I could tell somebody has just let themselves into my library, a place where I kept everything of value to me, the many grimoires I had collected over the centuries, and so I sped my way into my library with all the vampire strength I could someone within me only to find Klaus stood there clearly waiting for me and nowhere near New Orleans where I had believed he was on his way to. “I took time to think over your paranoia having something of an expert in that area and I could not help but wonder whether or not you may have a point. Whoever killed your father knew enough to know where this place was…information I believe only Elijah was privy to until now.” Klaus told me, surprising me by agreeing with my right to be suspicious. “If I was intent on killing Van, I would not stop at just him I would wipe out his entire bloodline which unfortunately for you no matter how much you try to deny it includes you.” “So, what you are here to protect me?” I asked him in complete disbelief. “Because I do not need protecting least of all from you.” “Oh, I know you do not need any protection in fact I knew that long before you even did. I m mostly here because my curiosity got the better of me but if you would rather, I go…” He replied but before he could finish his speech, I decided to cut him off. “Leave!” I demanded. “This is the closest thing I have to a home, and I’d rather not have you here.” “You really hate me?” He asked all too smugly with a devilish grin on his face. “If you hate me so damn much then there must be a part of you that cares about me enough to hate me.” “Why are you doing this to me?” I wondered, growing tired of the games I believed Klaus to be playing. “You really need to stop doing this to me Niklaus because it took me a lifetime to get over you and what you are doing now is far crueler than anything I have ever experienced.” “Do you still fall asleep watching the stars sometimes? I remember we spent countless nights under the stars, how I used to wrap you up in my arms wishing that I’d never had to let you go.” He said to me as he began walking towards me, trying to charm his way out of an argument. “When I kissed you, I would wish I’d never have to stop or when you looked at me with nothing but love in your eyes it made me happier than I have ever been. I should never have lied to you when I said you meant nothing to me.” “How am I supposed to know that you’re not telling me lies now? How am I supposed to believe that you have ever been truthful to me?” I questioned him, wanting to believe what he was telling me, that he really did love me, but fearing this was all a part of some twisted plan. “Because I love you, Salem Helsing! And now that my memories are fully restored it feels like only yesterday, I first laid my eyes on you.” Klaus declared. “I loved you then and I love you now whether you choose to believe that is up to you but let me just say one thing I should never have left you then so please do not make me leave you again!” I wanted to believe him more than anything, he had said everything I had been longing to hear from him for centuries, and it was only then when he began to walk away from

that I reached out for his arm, knowing at that moment that I had no choice but to believe him because I never wanted to leave him again. “Stay!” I told him, as he turned around to face me, before pulling me into his embrace and kissing me passionately, feeling as magical then as it did the very first time and it was his lips not his words that told me this was real, he really did love me. And that night, all suspicions were put on hold, as I only thought of him and he of me, as we took to the castle grounds and made love under the stars, falling asleep in each other’s arms like no time had passed between us at all.

After all the centuries of loneliness and despair, I had finally found happiness, I was loved by a man whom I loved too, I found a father in Elijah, a sister in Rebekah, and a brother in Kol made friends with Freya, Davina, Keelin, Hayley, Josh, and even Marcel. Finally, any fears of being forgotten, not meaning anything to anyone, all those worries were lifted in a single night, I finally got my happy ending… But what makes a happy ending is never the final moments of one person’s life, it does not matter if they lived happily ever after it mattered that they lived and were happy for even a moment of your life. You get a happy ending if you were loved if you loved, and it is the greatest of endings if you are remembered. I awoke early hours in the morning after my passionate tryst with the love of my lifetimes, but as I turned over to look at Klaus I was left horrified to see him grey and lifeless as I heard footsteps from afar, as I quickly sped through the castle grounds to find my clothing, clothe myself and shortly after just outside the front door to my castle, there he stood, a man I believed to be only a myth, the prince of darkness himself. “It is nice to finally meet the son of my greatest foe,” Dracula said, greeting me with the same accent I had grown up hearing. “I doubt your father ever spoke of me just like he never spoke of you, for we were both his greatest shames. Me, I was the one monster he could not kill, and you were the one monster he was responsible for creating.” “Well, I guess that answers who killed my father before I got a chance to,” I replied to him, still getting over the shock that Dracula really existed after all. “I’m guessing with the magic as well as being undead that I am not the original heretic after all.” “No, but you are a creature who has earned my respect not only capturing the man I never could but turning him into the very thing he hates most…us,” Dracula responded. “Together we could rule this wretched world, no longer lurk in the shadows and be the most powerful creatures on this earth. Klaus Mikaelson does not deserve your loyalty nor does any of his siblings.” “If you want me to be your bride then you are out of luck because I was never one for sequels, you just can never beat the originals,” I said rather smugly, a little too proud with my choice of words as I charged at the undead Impaler. Before I even had a chance to lay a hand on the notorious, he pulled out a wooden stake from his jacket pocket and launched it into my chest, the stake quickly piercing my heart as I began to feel death was approaching me quickly. I knew I had been defeated but I was never one to give up easily and so I pulled the stake out of my chest and launched it into Dracula’s chest, knowing that if I were going to die then he would be coming with me, saving Klaus from whatever cruel fate Dracula may have had planned for him. “We could have been the greatest partnership of all time,” Dracula said with his final words as we both fell to the ground, our bodies turning grey almost instantly. And that was it, after centuries of wanting happiness, I finally got what I had always wanted only for my story to come to an end shortly afterward but that does not mean that just because I met a grizzly end, that I did not have a happy ending and as for Dracula well his story never really has an ending just another new beginning. As a human child I grew up in several unhappy homes being tossed around like an unwanted pet, only seeing my father from time to time in which the only attention he showed me was training me to one day take over as the next great Helsing hunter and when I made clear that was my destiny I was quickly abandoned. As a heretic I found love with Klaus Mikaelson and family within his siblings, his brother Elijah becoming the only true father figure in my life and for the first time I had a taste of what true happiness could be only for it to cruelly be taken away from me. My whole life then became a search for happiness, to mean something to someone, and to be remembered in fondness, and

that’s exactly what I got in the end so do not feel sad for me because I spent centuries truly miserable and only in death did I find the happy ending I was looking for.

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Forget Me Not

Chapter 4: Almost Paradise

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

Chapter 3 - Father Returns

The thing about memories is over time they can get distorted in so many ways, either you reminisce fondly airbrushing a lot of the bad or you allow pain to take out all the good. When you are the only one with these memories it makes you question its authenticity, how differently others may have seen it or felt in a different way and suddenly when you are beginning to question the percentage of truth behind your own memories you find yourself asking do you allow the truth in even if it distorts said precious memories or do you fight safety in a possible lie? The answer would be simple, truth above all else, but what if friends you loved like family, who you have a past with that you hold so dearly to your heart, what if their memories do not add up to your own? Or what if the only person you ever loved never gave a damn about you? These were the questions keeping me awake at night as I endlessly thought about whether to restore Klaus, Rebekah, and Kol’s memories of me, if they even mattered after all this time, or if it would just wind up causing more trouble than its worth and then I got a knock at my hotel door late one night which changed everything for me. “Rebekah…” I said after answering the door in shock, confused as to why she would be visiting me at all, never mind so late in the night. “My brother Niklaus is not the type to give gratitude to those who are entitled to it so I wanted to thank you in person because I doubt, he ever bloody will,” Rebekah replied to me, as I knew instantly she was lying. “That’s not why you are here,” I responded making her know I knew she was not being truthful to me. “Ok,” Rebekah admitted as she let herself into my hotel room, closing the door behind her afterward. “I know you spent the whole day with my brother Elijah and after several drinks and constant prying he admitted everything to me although Klaus’ paranoia probably played a big part in it you see when my brother starts getting worked up, he starts murdering and Elijah would not want you murdered now would he?” “I cannot tell if you know nothing, and you are here to threaten me or if you know everything is still here to threaten me,” I told her, before going on to say. “Either way you look all worked up and that never ends well for anybody.” “See that’s just bloody weird you clearly know me, in fact, according to Elijah you know all of us, and yet I do not have a single memory of you.” Rebekah snapped, confessing to me that Elijah had told her everything. “For you to be so close to us that Elijah would consider you a son, for you to have a history with us all and for you to be willing to do what you did for us, and yet I cannot remember a thing about your hell I hadn’t even heard of you like the rest of them have.” “I was not the one to take the memories from you Rebekah, but I think I can give you them back if you want them back that is, but I totally understand if you do not especially with the hollow and everything that has happened lately. If I, were you, I’d ignore all this recent information and get back to enjoying your own life maybe even with Marcel?” I suggested, laying the choice onto her hands instead of mine, fearing she would accept while also at the same time fearing she would decline. “I want these bloody memories back right now because there is nothing, I loathe more than being kept in the dark and if these memories do not add up as they do with Elijah, I can just kill you and get it all over with,” Rebekah replied in true Rebekah style, with a sense of strength, sarcasm, and just the right amount of diva. And so, I had no choice really but to restore her memories, and not long after I did, Kol too came to me asking the same before leaving New Orleans to return to his wife, and I obliged to him too. Both of their reactions serving as reminders to myself that the bond we had created was true, that it was not just one-sided, that they really were my friends all those years ago and maybe just maybe they would be again.

Klaus had spent a lot of his time since having the hollow magically removed from him, spending time in Mystic Falls, reuniting with his daughter Hope and getting to know the life she had made for herself in his absence, including her girlfriend Josie Saltzman, someone who somehow managed to be the only person in this world he’d allow his daughter to date, probably because he was once in love with Josie’s mother as I had learned from a drunken night catching up with Rebekah. As I started spending more time reconnecting with Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah, as well as getting to know Freya, Keelin, Hayley, Marcel, and Davina, I found myself loving my time in New Orleans, feeling human again, and having a life I had always dreamed of but always in the back of my mind was the fear that when the day came to restore Klaus’ memories of me, that everything I was building in this city, would burn to the ground by Klaus’ will alone to not have some ex he grew tired of many centuries ago. “Well.” Were the only words I could mumble after restoring Klaus’ memories, the two of us standing alone within the compound, as I feared what he might say next, knowing if he wanted me to leave, I was ready to fight to keep what I had just recently regained, a family. “Well, what?” He asked in reply to my mumbled words. “Do I remember you now? Yes, I do, does it miraculously change anything? No, you were just one of too many who got caught up in my family’s drama the only miraculous thing about it is the fact my siblings have decided to give you the light of day again.” “That is exactly the response I expected from you if any, but I just want to let you know Niklaus that I like it here in New Orleans and I am not going anywhere so you have to either learn to tolerate me or leave again,” I warned him making my stance noticeably clear. “I am not going anywhere!” “Like I said you are of absolutely no significance towards me and I am trying this new thing where I allow my family to be happy so I will not question your presence as long as you continue to play nice but if you are plotting something I will find out and I will kill you whether Elijah considers you a son or not, after all, he had no problem killing my son,” Klaus replied making it absolutely clear I meant nothing to him. But little did I know at the time there was more to that story than Klaus would lead me to believe…

Later that night, completely unbeknownst to me at that time, Klaus confronted Elijah over a matter of secrets he had kept from him, some that even I did not know yet and that is when things really started to get interesting. “I know we have not had a chance to talk since the whole hollow and amnesia thing, but I am glad we’re talking now, and even more glad Josh let us have the place for the night,” Hayley admitted to Elijah, as the two sat at a table within the empty bar of Rousseau’s. “I’ve lived almost a decade without you, and I do not just want to go back to the person I was around you. I’ve really found myself a new pack here, my daughter is happy at Salvatore Boarding School, and I am happy but that does not mean I do not still love you.” “Hayley, you know I’ve only ever wanted the best for you, and I would never want to take any happiness from you, in fact, that is all I ever wanted for you,” Elijah replied to the hybrid he loved with all his heart. “I cannot and will not go back to a place where you put family above all else and by that, I mean putting it above your own conscience. We have all done terrible things just to survive but the hollow is gone now, and this is our chance to start fresh.” Hayley told him, ready to give things a proper shot with the only man she had ever loved, but cautious to let him all the way in again. “I agree,” Elijah responded with a sincere smile, ecstatic to learn Hayley was willing to give them both a fresh slate, another chance to get their love right, and this time he believed with all his heart that they were ready to make things work between them. Before the two lovers had a chance to properly reconcile or talk out more of their previous problems, Klaus sped into the bar with full vampire speed, grabbed a hold of Elijah’s throat, lifted him from his chair, and charged his body into the wall as he tightened his grip on his brother’s throat. “Klaus, what the hell are you doing now?” Hayley screamed at him, as she rose from her chair, then continued to use her vampire speed to run over there and pull Klaus off his brother’s throat. “I am getting real sick of you always trying to kill your siblings when they are the only ones who have always been there for you.” “Have they?” Klaus screamed at Hayley, before turning his attention back to Elijah. “First you ruin any chance I had of being with Aurora before her brain completely went to mush and now, I find out you did it again with Salem. How many times did you plot against me to ensure I would be miserable for all of eternity? How many times did you play the noble brother only to stab me in the back repeatedly?” “Must I remind you Niklaus that the only sibling who stabbed the other was you not I?” Elijah replied while somehow keeping his composure, purposely not rising to Klaus’ anger towards him. “Aurora was vengeance in a split moment after learning you killed our mother…Salem was different, it was not about you, it was about him.” “Elijah…” Hayley said in shock, with a sense of disappointment in her voice. “You convinced me to leave him that I was only putting him in danger that if I truly loved him, I should let him go and you said you would stay behind to keep an eye on him, but you had no plans of ever leaving his life, did you?” Klaus shouted furiously at his older brother. “Why the hell do you get to be the man he admires, and I have to be the one who broke his heart when you knew how much it hurt me to leave him? You knew how I had not let myself love for the longest time after Aurora, you knew how special Salem was to me, and yet you did not care!” “I did care!” Elijah shouted back, finally standing up for himself. “I cared about the innocent young man who was so naïve and willing to love anything even a family of monsters and I continued to care as I watched you turn him into a vampire, how you continued to poison that innocence and you know you damn fine you were making him worse. He was becoming like you, and I could not stand the thought of my son becoming you…I am sorry Niklaus, but the truth is you were poisonous

to everything you touched back then, and I had to save him, he may not be my blood, but he is the closest thing I have ever had to a child. You above all other people must understand that need to protect your child even from your own blood.” “I do!” Klaus admitted in a defeated sigh, not knowing until then that Elijah loved me in a way only a father could, and despite his fury, he knew that he had done the same with Marcel and Rebekah, he had sinned as much as his siblings, and he could not stay angry with his brother for doing the same. “I totally understand trying to protect people from your brother, trust me I do.” Hayley began to say. “But he’s changed since then, he’s a far better man, and I know you love this Salem guy like a son but if Klaus and he had something once before maybe…” “I did not tell Salem anything other than lie I told him all those years ago because deep down I knew you were right, brother,” Klaus admitted to Elijah. “I do not wish to come between you and your son, I know what it's like to lose a son and then get him back and if it were not for you, I may never have had Hope in my life…you deserve that happiness too Elijah.” “Thank you, brother!” Elijah responded with a hug, genuinely touched by Klaus’ words. “If you still have feelings for him, I will not stand in the way because you have become the man, I always wanted you to be.”

Completely oblivious to the happenings of that night I had receded back to the balcony of my hotel room sharing champagne with Rebekah as we both sat on chairs and watched the busy and beautiful city of New Orleans, knowing that this night Rebekah was there for gossip, to which I could not blame her because I too wanted gossip from her about her soap styled dramatic romance with the vampire turned beast Marcel Gerard. “So, what is the deal with yourself and Marcel anyway? I mean you are clearly crazy about the man and from what I’ve heard he’s just as crazy about you and yet you keep pulling yourself away from the only guy your brother would not kill.” I questioned her before she got a chance to question. “I doubt he is the only man in this world Klaus would not kill, speaking of which how did my brother deal with his newly restored memories?” Rebekah responded smugly while drinking her glass of champagne, swerving my question with another question, but like her, I too was no amateur at this game. “Nothing I was not expecting which is more than I can say for you and Marcel. I never know what to expect with you two I mean you’re a woman born to be a bride hence all your trial runs and now you have the chance to have everything you want you just throw it away?” I continued, knowing my words would strike a chord with her. “He loves this city more than he will ever love me and New Orleans may be my home, but I was practically chained to Niklaus for a thousand years, and now that I am finally free to do as I please I do not want to just give it up!” Rebekah admitted as she finished off her champagne. “I am just waiting for you that you have wanted for yourself for as long as I can remember, happiness because nobody deserves happiness more than you!” I reassured her, wanting her to listen to my words, take them in, and finally allow herself to be genuinely happy. But happiness was far from on the agenda that night as Rebekah and I quickly learn when my biological father Van Helsing suddenly vamp sped his way onto the balcony having come from my hotel room. “I guess you are not happy with just being a monster you have to get yourself a whole family of them too.” He said furiously as Rebekah and I jumped up onto our feet, both of us stunned by his presence. “I thought I locked you away for good?” I managed to say out loud, while remaining in complete and utter shock that Van was standing right before me, having believed I had seen the back of him for good. “This my son is why you always go in for the kill!” He replied as he raised his right hand up in the air, in the shape of a fist, unleashing his magic onto both Rebekah and I as we fell to the ground in agonizing pain, the blood vessels in our brains bursting repeatedly by his will until we both passed out. And just like that my short lived happiness had once again be ruined and by the man who had brought more misery into my life than anybody else, as myself and Rebekah quickly found ourselves prisoner to a man who without a doubt plotted to end us both.

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Forget me Not

Chapter 3: Father Returns

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

Chapter 2 - Remember My Name

Many centuries ago…I was neither witch nor vampire, I was as human as one human could be, I was young, so young, foolish, and naïve, desperate to be loved in a world that had rarely shown me any form of kindness. I was raised by a man who criticized my every weakness, loved only the hunt, and wanted nothing more for me to follow in his infamous footsteps. It is madness to realize the very reason he began to despise me was that I became every bit as heartless as he always wanted me to be. My father, Van Helsing, and I had moved around a lot due to his obsession with killing werewolves, witches, and vampires, anything that he believed to taint the world we lived in he would hunt mercilessly often leaving me alone or ditching me off on whoever would take me until I was old enough to turn my back on him for a change and that’s when his true evil was shown to me. Unbeknownst to me at the time, Van was a witch himself, a siphoning witch like myself, thrown out of his own coven, by his own family, and it was then he began to loathe not only himself but the supernatural world that had denied him. I do not know how my mother could ever love a man like that maybe she made him better, maybe she just had a terrible taste which was clearly passed down to me but either way, Van loved my mother deeply and he only ever seemed human to me, when he would speak of her, the love of his life. My mother was killed by something supernatural, as to what I never found out because when I asked him, he would describe them all as monsters, monsters took my mother is what he said but the only monster I ever knew back then was him.

After fleeing from Van Helsing, vowing to never be like him, I had found myself in a small village located west of Transylvania, and for a while, I lived a normal human life there until I met them, the Mikaelson family, and that is when everything changed for what I believed to have been for the better at the time. I first befriended Rebekah, then Kol, and eventually Klaus, it was not until I was dead that my bond with Elijah was truly formed. As the time quickly passed, I found myself choosing to ignore all their wrongs because I felt part of something for the first-ever and because I had found myself falling completely and utterly in love with Klaus Mikaelson. Klaus was the first man I had ever loved and for a time I truly believed he loved me too but of course, my happiness was short-lived as my life came to an end by my own choice as I became a vampire, so I could be with Klaus forever and it was then and only then when I became part of the undead that I realized I was also a witch, the first heretic. I took to being a heretic far too well, the blood lust was easy to control but the chaos was something I had become obsessed with and it was not long before Klaus noticed this and began to pull himself away from me, the chaos I created with the help of an eager Kol and Rebekah was the very chaos that brought my father back to me as he decided I was his next target. The Mikaelsons were gone by the time my father had found me, leaving for somewhere else as they continued to run from their own father, Klaus has given me an excuse that he did not want to endanger me, but I knew he did not want me along because he had grown sick of me, but luckily one of them cared about me enough to stick around, that one being Elijah. Elijah saved me from a father all too willing to kill his own son and it was then and only then I began to truly value the man that was Elijah Mikaelson. He saved me from my father then he stayed with me till I found somewhere near to live, staying by my side until I found a new home, caring for me like I was his own, and for the years following in which he visited me I had finally found within the noble original, a father I had wished for all my life…until his visits stopped and before I knew it I was once again alone.

“You have to forgive my brother Niklaus believe it or not his manners have improved over the centuries he just does not remember you like I did not until very recently,” Elijah informed me as we had arranged to meet at a table in a fancy restaurant the morning after he announced his memories of me had returned, as we proceeded to drink tea. “When you restored my memories, I guess that spell hacked away at the magic which had blocked you from my mind all those years ago.” “I cannot believe for all these years I had thought you just lost interest in helping the little orphan Helsing, I mean I could have reached out and found out the truth so much sooner, but I was just so damn stubborn,” I confessed to him, as I regretted the lost time. “Your father spelled me and my siblings to forget you, I guess he had hoped that loneliness would draw you out which if it had he would have probably killed you so for once your stubbornness was a good thing,” Elijah replied as he drank his tea. “I just wish it did not take us so long to be reunited again.” “Elijah you were the only true father figure in my life all I ever wanted was to make you proud, but I failed along the way, I have done things, terrible things, and not just for survival, for pleasure, I’m very much the monster Van said I was,” I replied, hoping for the only man whose opinion I care about would not lessen towards me. “We have all done incredibly hideous things over the centuries Salem, I above all cannot just you for any spilled blood,” Elijah reassured me as he finished his cup of tea before placing the empty mug down on the table. “I cannot imagine the life you must have lived all this time or how it has affected you, but I did consider you as a son to me then as I do now which is why I need to ask…do you want my siblings to remember you?” “I am glad your memories of me are back and I hope the good ones outweigh the back, but I’d rather not give Klaus the blessing of knowing he broke my heart and as for Kol and Rebekah I’m sure they have lived a pretty decent life without me,” I answered him honestly. “I will accept whatever you choose is best for you, I know you did not want their involvement all those years ago but maybe now…” Elijah began to say to me before I cut him off, knowing exactly where this was leading to. “He is not hunting me or anyone else anymore, I’m not the scared newbie vamp I once was Elijah, nor do I need saving from anyone, but I do appreciate the fact you still care after all these years,” I told him, attempting to make it clear I was not here to be rescued. “It’s a father’s job to always worry about their children,” Elijah said with a gentle smile on his face, his words touching me more than he would ever know, being the only person in my life who I believed to love me unconditionally. Elijah Mikaelson was not my father in the biological sense nor was there ever a chance of him being a biological father but ever since he saved me that day, he became a father to me. he found me somewhere to stay when I needed it most, taught me how to live as a vampire, and even tutored me in magic for a short time until I overpassed his knowledge in that department. Elijah knew the worst of me, was always there for me, and always made feel loved and safe, two feelings that were rare to me and I was glad after so much time had passed that all my worries were gone within a moment of being reunited with the man I loved like a father, a man who was my father in more ways than Van ever was.

After spending the entire day catching up with Elijah, hearing stories about the Mikaelson family over the last few centuries like Freya’s miraculous return, and Elijah’s love for Klaus’ baby mother Hayley, I was left feeling a great sense of warmth and happiness, feeling almost human for the first time since I had died and I began to consider whether or not restoring the other’s memories would hinder or help me reclaim that family connection I had always wanted. Klaus had loved before me, and he loved after me so I doubted any memories would grant a reunion especially when he was over me long before he had forgotten me, but I did miss Rebekah and Kol who was like cool older siblings to me once upon a time before everything went to shit and to have them back would grant me even more happiness. However, happiness had always been a dangerous thing for me, every time I was content in my life it was tragically cut short by death, despair, or completely misery, and sometimes all the above. I had lived an exceptionally long life but felt very little happiness and so if I was to restore everyone’s memories, I would be chancing my heart, a part of my body that had been useless for centuries could potentially now kill me if I let it but was it worth the risk?

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Buffy: Chaos Bleeds (Twisted Remix)

LEVEL TEN HERE

Chapter 11 - Sunnydale Zoo

Buffy Summers had dealt with a lot in Sunnydale; she defeated The Master, killed Angelus even though it broke her heart, blew up her high school to defeat the evil Mayor, merged with Willow and Xander to take down Adam, died defeating the goddess Glory, endured Willow’s vengeance as Dark Willow and finally destroyed the first while changing the slayer line forever. Sunnydale 2.0 had proved to be just as troublesome for Buffy but all the trouble in the world was worth it because she had got to be with her son Tristan once more and for once for the first time they actually got to be just mother and son, if only briefly, and that meant everything to the blonde haired slayer. However, she had found herself separated from the rest of the gang and walking out of a portal to find herself stood outside the main entrance of Sunnydale Zoo, not knowing what she would face next before she could find some kind of way to reunite with her loved ones. “Willow said you were in this alternate world too,” Angel greeted Buffy, as he appeared from out of the shadows and walked over to the slayer. “She said Tristan was here somewhere too.” “Yeah, he is! Or at least he was.” Buffy replied to the vampire who was the father to her son. “Where is Willow now?” “I have a theory she’s back in the normal world although that is me wishful thinking.” Angel explained to her. “Here’s hoping the fact it is just you and me here that it means everybody else is back in the real world.” “Yeah,” Buffy responded with a worried sigh. “I sure hope that is the case!” “We meet again Angelus,” Kendra announced in her Jamaican accent as she appeared from out of the shadows and began walking over to Buffy. “I hear in your world my life span was as short as most slayers if not shorter.” “You cannot believe how happy I am to see you again Kendra.” Buffy said with a genuine smile. “For me it is the first time meeting you,” Kendra replied to Buffy. “You stayed dead in my world, I was the only slayer in my world…well until I was killed and wound up wherever here is.” “I understand the shadow demon somehow lives within all slayers but what I do not understand is why he’s pulled you in here with us and not the Kendra we know.” Buffy wondered. “It is clear the shadow demon is messing with us all with these challenges I mean Willow had to take on a vampire Tara for crying out loud.” Angel informed the two slayers before turning his attention solely to Buffy. “I guess your challenge is to fight alongside Kendra and make sure she does not die this time around.” “Of course, I get sucked into some wacky hell dimension to be some pawn to some blonde girl’s guilt.” Kendra complained. “Well let us make this demon regret bringing me into the game!” “Question is…” Buffy replied to Angel. “What awaits us all inside this place…”

Kendra Young was from a different dimension to the one who died in the library of Sunnydale High at the hands or rather nails of the wicked vampire Drusilla and although she looked exactly like the Kendra from Buffy and Angel’s world she was different in many ways however, she had one fatale similarity as the other Kendra she too had died young and also at the hands of her dimension’s Drusilla the main difference being she was killed in Los Angeles and had never been to Sunnydale. As Kendra joined Buffy and Angel in walking through the front doors of Sunnydale Zoo, walking past the reception door and through another set of doors, the two slayers and the vampire with a soul quickly found themselves within a cross section of the zoo and who else but Drusilla stood in front of a cage with Darla stood by her side. “Oh yay! This is just too good…in every little world I always get to kill you repeatedly.” Drusilla told Kendra menacingly, all too eager to see her foe once more, and to get the opportunity to kill her once again. “This is my chance to finally end your existence!” Kendra replied to Drusilla, as she pulled out Mr. Pointy from her jacket pocket, Mr. Pointy being her infamous favorite wooden stake. “Are you really going to fight on the side of the slayers Angelus?” Darla asked Angel. “After all Buffy might be the mother of your second born but I am the mother of your first…” “You are not Connor’s mother you are just some weird other dimension version to the Darla of our world and if you’re all caught up I had no problem killing her the first time around.” Angel answered the blonde-haired vampire who in his world had sired him. “Oh well it was worth a shot to mention the little brat!” Darla laughed as she and Drusilla turned their faces into their vampire forms. “It is okay grandmother we will dine with their blood soon enough.” Drusilla promised her grandsire. “You are just as deluded in any world Drusilla so here is the quick catch up you have never been a match for me and you never will be no matter what dimension you come from!” Buffy threatened the raven-haired vampire. “Somebody a little huffy because Tristan prefers to call Dru mummy instead of Buffy.” Drusilla cackled at the blonde-haired slayer, mocking her. “Oh, I am going to double kill you for that one!” Buffy promised, as the two slayers and the male vampire charged towards the two female vampires, ready for one hell of a battle.

Angel quickly went head to head with his sire Darla who had proven to be a little bit more formidable than the Darla from his world, making the two vampires rather evenly matched, managing to get as much hits in as the other. While the two slayers Buffy and Kendra took on the deranged Drusilla, both of them trying to avoid her hypnotic ways as they continued their fight and just like Buffy predicted Drusilla quickly proved to be no match for her, let alone her with the addition of Kendra, as the two slayers quickly over powered Drusilla, with Kendra delivering the finale blow by launching Mr. Pointy into Drusilla’s chest and causing the raven haired vampire to turn to dust. “No!” Darla screamed, completely devastated by Drusilla’s death, which Angel quickly used to his advantage, as he pulled out a wooden stake from his jacket pocket and plunged it into Darla’s chest, causing the blonde haired vampire to turn to dust just seconds after Drusilla. “Thank you, Miss Summers, for helping me avenge my death!” Kendra thanked Buffy, before turning to look at Angel. “You too Angelus…Angel.” Before either Buffy or Angel could respond to the slayer, Kendra began to disappear slowly before completely vanishing from their sight. “Thank you too Kendra!” Buffy replied. “Thanks for being there when I could not…” With little time to contemplate the events that had just transpired, Buffy and Angel were quickly distracted by the sudden appearance of a blue portal which stood in front of them, urging them to go into it. “I guess this either means we are done, or we are on to the next level?” Angel guessed, as he and Buffy began walking towards the portal. “Surely the shadow demon will have got bored with us by now.” Buffy hoped, as she and Angel disappeared into the portal, neither knowing what awaited them.

LEVEL 11 = COMPLETED

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