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Chapter 17

Immortal Dilemmas

Death does not discriminate. Whether they are old or young, rich or poor, man or woman, evil or good death would come to claim when Fate had deemed their life had been long enough. There are those who try to avoid Death and believe they fooled death by gaining semblance of immortality. Death does not take likely to such foolery. There was a reason for why Mother Nature made even them have weaknesses, they do not wish to enact their sibling’s wrath. The only ones that Death deemed to have the privilege of avoiding them is of course their mistress and her family. Even then there will be a day that Death will claim them as well but unlike other mortals their mistress embraces death much like her mate, they accept death. But then there are others who believe that they do not deserve death and wish to avoid them at all cost, such arrogance does not go unpunished.

Death quite enjoys showing the overconfident and arrogant mortals that all they did was buy time but that was all. In the end the first ‘Immortals’ where taught that their time came at a very steep price just as the Peverell Brothers did. When a Wiccan dared to repeat the past transgressions made by another fool, Death ensured that her road into the afterlife would be excruciating. Especially since hearing that one day the children she had maltreated would one day mean a great deal to their master. The realm that death send her to would ensure as such but as of late they feel something was amiss. Someone was trying to undo their work! They could see Magic could sense it as well but before they could intervene Fate had arrived. They usually just reside in their own realms, they were both in Death’s realm appearing as James Potter and Sirius Black. Fate came to them as a figure with a hooded cloak.

“You’ll do well to leave them to their own devices,siblings.”, Fate said with their usual superior tone. Like death most forces don’t get in their way but instead of fear it was more to save a figurative headache. Fate can be a bitch if they didn’t get what they want in they wanted it. Magic and Death, however, couldn’t have cared less at that moment.

“I’ll be damned if I let some delusional mortal become a vexing to MY MISTRESS!”, Death said with a thunderous tone. Glaring at their sibling so intensely that it made them flinch but hold their ground. Fate was about to speak but was interrupted by Magic.

“Nor will I allow such a heinous use of me to become another dilemma for MY CHOSEN!”, Magic out of all their siblings Death and Magic had to be the one’s most hated by Fate. No matter their carefully crafted plans if Death and Magic decided on going off course there wasn’t much that Fate could do in retaliation. In came the tantrum.

“I HAVE LET BOTH OF YOU DICTATE ENOUGH OF HER JOURNEY! IF SHE IS TRULY WORTHY OF YOUR ATTENTION AND TITLES THEN SHE WILL OVERCOME IT! If not then that child was not wor-“, Fate did not get to finish their sentence as both of their siblings decided to send a wave of power to knock them away.

“DO NOT SPEAK ANOTHER ILL WORD OF HER! That child, as you put it, has overcome obstacles and pain that you as a mortal could never dare to approach or hope to bear!”, Magic said trying to reel back their anger from such slander of their chosen.

“It must happen Magic. If not dealt with now that Wiccan would just be more of a threat to your dear chosen. Besides she is not the only impudent mortal that will come.”, Fate said after picking themselves up and dusting themselves off. Magic made a move to knock the down again but was held back by Death and they looked at their sibling curiously.

“Wait Magic…think. Though as I loathe to admit it Fate has a point. Our Hailey has survived and conquered what no other could begin to imagine. We must…not intervene.”, it pained Death but Fate needed to run their course. The only way to help Hailey is that she could still use the gifts and powers bestowed upon her. Magic was baffled.

“BUT-!!”, Magic was of course protective of their Chosen. Their vessel was a her father and a father’s duty was to protect their family.

“Enough! This must happen or consequences will be troublesome.”, Fate said bitingly tired of having to argue about not getting their way. Both Magic and Death were annoyed by their outburst. Death nodded to Fate begrudgingly. They had to nudge Magic to do the same.

“FINE!”, they said. Not happy with having to put Hailey in any risk.

~Back in Mystic Falls~

Hailey was glad that Klaus had made good progress with his brothers. Elijah was a gentleman, Finn was quite curious over everything, and Kol seemed very interested in her kind and magic in general. She feel it best to not yet inform him about her ‘chosen’ status. They’ve only been awake for barely a couple of hours. She and the family had just welcomed the pack in and got them settled. She’ll have to speak to Klaus later when he believes it would be appropriate for the pack to go back to base. But until then she quite enjoyed the feeling of a full house.

She and Stefan had recently decided to not attend school. Hermione and Ron would have liked for them to but they understood. Hailey and Stefan have forever to go back to school but they cannot go back to enjoy the boys growing. Just that morning sealed their decision, the boys had reacted to peek-a-boo with their first laughs. It started with Stefan doing tummy time and Hailey recording them. Soon Caelan had started giggling and that triggered Cedar. Stefan had looked up with happy astonishment on his face and saw his wife had happy tears. They both had seen yet another stage of their boys growing and they don’t want to miss anything.

On the first day classes had started Hailey had gone to see Hermione and Ron off. Of course Stefan and the boys tagged along, he had been teaching the wizards to drive along with teaching his new older brothers how to as well. Hailey was a fast learner but had a tendency to be a speed junky, same with Kol. Ron, Remus, and Finn took a bit longer to learn what everything in the car could do but soon got the hang of it. Thankfully he had Hermione to rely on to teach sometimes as well as she was previously taught. It was when they went to a car dealership that Stefan had got a brief glimpse how wealthy Hailey was.

She had barely blinked when she decided to buy three new cars for the family. Stefan had persisted in paying for half of the cost and she had said, “Stefan, don’t worry about it! I could buy every car in the lot and it would barely leave a dent in my inheritance”. She had proceeded to buy the red BMW that Ron was eyeing, she gotten herself a blue ford mustang, and for Remus a black Mercedes. He could tell from the way Remus eye was twitching that they had been over it before but weren’t allowed to say anything. They rode into the school parking lot, garnering a lot of attention staff and student alike. Caroline and Tyler were there to be sure that the magicals were comfortable at the muggle school. While exchanging goodbyes a cough was heard, a very aggravating voice followed behind it.

Elena has had a very crappy last few months. First Stefan had gotten trapped by that freak of nature and said freak of nature continued to cause chaos around town. Elena was still fairly popular but not as much as the Potter’s. They came from old money, they were mysterious, and had gotten into the good books of the now second most rich family in Mystic Falls. Elena felt her temper flare up any time she heard the older people of the town talk about Potter in a sympathetic voice or hear girls envying Potter’s clothes and luck in spouse. She just about had a tantrum when she heard some males leer and lewdly talk about Hailey Freaking Potter and ignore her presence completely. Seeing the mushy scene she had to do something.

“You guys shouldn’t be making such a big scene. Hurry up or else we’ll be late! Stefan, what’s your first period?”, Elena’s plan was to break up the domestic scene and isolate her friends and Stefan from the Potter’s. She’s so frustrated with them being friends with them that all she wanted to do was shake them until some sense got into their heads. She batted her eyes at Stefan and made a sight pout, it used to make Stefan wild. She was unpleasantly surprised at his response.

“I’m not in school anymore, we’re just here to see Ron and Hermione off. Me and Hailey decided to stay home with the boys-“, he didn’t get to finish as Elena unleashed an honest to god tantrum.

“Stefan that is so irresponsible of you! You can’t just drop out! How the hell are you gonna support your ‘family’-“, she didn’t get to finish as Stefan interrupted her. How the hell was she supposed to keep him away from Potter is he’s at home with her all day, every day!

“Incase you forgot Elena! My family is pretty wealthy and so it Hailey’s. We can get a proper education later but right now we don’t want to miss out on the boys.”, Stefan was starting to get fed up with Elena’s entitled attitude towards how he should spend his time. If he wanted to raise his kids with his wife instead of going to school that was his business.

“But-, then how are we supposed to hang out and talk if you’re going to be at home!?”, Elena’s sputtering and ranting was gaining a lot of attention, onlookers had never seen this side of the Gilbert Good Girl. Some were a bit weirded out that she was clinging to a guy that already had kids and was happily married.

“Elena!! We aren’t together anymore remember, we’re not even friends! Any chance of being friends ended when you insulted Hailey and behaved like a straight up stalker!”, Stefan snapped. Now everyone was looking at Elena horrified. What in the world was going on through that girl’s head?

“I’m sorry that you decided that some girl-“, how could Stefan let some new girl come between them! Sure she had feelings for Damon but she knew deep down that they were supposed to be together! She didn’t get to tell him as such because it seems that Elena’s voice has become a new torture tactic for Stefan. Hailey had to hold his hand to calm him down, the sight made Elena more mad if it was possible. And the onlookers were able to tell.

“I’m going to stop you right there because Hailey is not just some girl! She’s my wife! The mother of my children! So yes she means more to me than your delusional relationship that you made in your head! Just let it go Elena and move on. Guys we’ll see you when you get home. Tyler, Caroline take care of them, okay?”, after getting a nod and sympathetic smile from them, Hailey and Stefan made their way back to their car to drive home. Elena made a move to follow them but was blocked by four angry supernatural teenagers. At seeing Caroline and Tyler’s glares she decided to start ranting again.

“I can’t believe you two! You betrayed us and went to the enemy!? Are you guys insane?!”

“Get real Elena, we became their friends there’s nothing wrong with that. We stopped being friends with you because you have become seriously sick in the head!”, Tyler said uncaringly. His words are typical as Tyler was known to be a harsh asshole but him defending the new family was quite the spectacle. Tyler had since sworn his loyalty to his Alpha and his family which included Hailey. He’ll be damned before he lets Elena spout off stupid crap. At Tyler’s words, Elena looked to Caroline for assistance but all Caroline did was turn her nose up and away from her.

“Miss Gilbert, you’ll be wise to leave us alone. From what we’ve heard about you, we really don’t want to be put in your vicinity.”, Hermione said in cold voice. Elena could practically feel the outsiders magic trying to suffocate her.

“Just leave us alone, alright? And if we hear you trying to badmouth or hurt our sister you’ll be sorry.”, Ron didn’t want to hurt a muggle girl, but from what he’s heard from his brother-in-law,he’s willing to hurt anyone who tries to hurt Hailey. A lion never leaves a member of the pride to fend for themselves. Elena was doing a good impression of a fish. They all moved past her with Hermione shoulder checking her.

As soon as they were inside they could feel everyone’s stares and hear the whispers. They paid them no mind and just headed to class. Ron had Tyler in all his classes so nobody dared to get close and ask questions. Less they wish to get decked by Tyler, who was known for having a short fuse. Hermione had Caroline, who let out a tongue lashing about respecting privacy to get people away. Elena was glaring at the quartet throughout the day. If she had been focusing she would have noticed that her friends and even her brother were all trying to avoid her.

Bonnie has been successfully avoiding Elena. She doesn’t trust the Originals but she was not going to risk her life saving Damon of all people. She can relate to what Coraline has said and couldn’t believe Elena. She seen the Potters around town, people had been calling the family that due to it seeming that they just follow everything Hailey Potter did and said. It was surreal to see, like the President with their secret service or something. The school was spreading rumors about Elena being Stefan’s stalker and some kids were even starting to worry that she might try to hurt the Potter Matriarch. After a long hectic first day she was happy to get home and just sleep. However when she woke up she found herself in a strange cave

In front of her was a coffin. What in the- how did she get there? She then, as if in a trance, made her way to it and opened the coffin. Inside it was a beautiful woman. Blonde hair, fair skin, and very traditional clothing. The resemblance to the Original sister popped into her mind. She then felt herself sit down on the ground, she vaguely noticed a circle around her being drawn by an unseeable force. But the trance on her was too strong. Whispers of an ancient language brushed by her ears. A bowl in front of her had lit ablaze and was only put out once she drew blood. When the fire went out, she took a large gasp. As if waking from a nightmare or the startling realization one could move after feeling the affects of sleep paralysis.

Bonnie looked up and her eyes met with a bright blue.

As an unwanted mother resurfaced, familiar faces have arrived via portkey.

Chapter 14

Immortal Dilemmas

Klaus was just overwhelmed, he has lived for over a thousand years and now there is apparently an entire society of magic that he had no clue about existed? He could see he wasn’t the only one that was but he noticed in his befuddled state that his little brother was one of the few that was calm…oh he was so going to get it!…once Klaus relearned how to stop hyperventilating. Rebekah was fairing better but was still fairly astonished, she had thought there was nothing that could surprise her anymore than a day of knowing Hailey Potter and the impossible seems to happen every few hours!

Stefan was trying to avoid making eye contact with Klaus…he knew he was in for it. Though he knew he should also address a few things to the room explanations were needed…for him not to have to beat a few hybrids to a pulp for making eyes at Hailey. “I think it’s time I tell you guys the full story now that we don’t have to worry about others. You see after that mission I had in Oregon I came across Hailey walking along the road. At the time I didn’t know why but I felt a pull towards her and pulled over and offered her a ride to town. I didn’t know she was a witch and she didn’t know I was a vampire. We felt compelled to try and connect and tell each other our woes. Soon enough we ended up at a bar, there was more talking…and drinking.”, he said that last part in a wince when he saw his mate’s uncle and brother glare at him, even the little guy was giving him an angry pout! He quickly moved on to hopefully dig himself out, but it seemed his sweetheart also wished to chime in. He couldn’t stop his grin to her if he tried.

“We found a hotel and well…we were able to make the adorable little bundles Stefan is holding.”, she blushed out. She wasn’t ashamed of what they had done and what they made but it was still uncomfortable to make it known. She could see the hybrids in the room were baffled by the idea that a vampire could father her children. But it slowly turned into astonishment, the hybrids could hear her heartbeat, she wasn’t lying! A few stepped forward to look at the children closer and was surprised to see Stefan tuck them closer to him and snarl at them. He was calmed down by Hailey placing a hand on his arm. They took a tentative and testing step forward and weren’t snarled at. One definitely looked like her but the other looked so much like Stefan, even then they can see pieces of their mom and dad in either of them.

Stefan and Hailey looked in glee as everyone had finally realized that these were legitimately and biologically HIS. Hailey continued as the little story wasn’t quite done yet. “The night we made the twins was also the night we unknowingly became mates. But when I woke up Stefan had gone.”, the room could hear silent sorrow in her voice and the room turned to glare at Stefan. Though they were shocked to see Stefan with a sorrow expression. They hadn’t yet had the chance to talk about that but it needed to be addressed. She knew she was selfish for bringing it up but it still had hurt a bit that he left even though she partly knew he had to. He gently cupped her face and put their foreheads together, a gesture that is quickly becoming something that they would be known for to calm each other down. Stefan parted a bit with remorse written on his face.

“I’m sorry I left that way. But please know that at the time I thought that me being away from you would be better for you. It killed me that I couldn’t wake up to see your face every day and I had missed you so much that I even began to dream about you. I won’t as for forgiveness but please know that everyday I yearned to be with you.”, Stefan waited for her decision. He was rewarded with a soft kiss which he eagerly reciprocated. She had a blush but again had a smile that melted him.

“I understand it was better for us to be apart at the time. My world was already in chaos and it hearing about my pregnancy and relationship with a creature would have drove it towards an edge. Fate had planned for us to meet now and I’m not one to look in the horse’s mouth.”, they almost got lost in each other’s eyes until Remus had cleared his throat pointedly and said with his eyes to finish the rest. Hailey turned scarlet at the reminder of an audience but continued.

“In my world that registers us as a married couple and they make it register to this side as well. I didn’t know about this until later. In order to understand this next bit is to know that I am the Mistress of the Death. I am immortal but I don’t require blood and there really isn’t a way to kill me. Being the mistress essentially means that I have the power to avoid death and communicate with it. I’m not sure what other powers come with it. There was a prophecy a long time ago that said that the Master of Death and a Creature of Death would be able to make the Heir of Death. That was how we got Caelan. But the thing is, is that I’m also Magic’s Chosen. Essentially I’m able to do things with magic nobody could ever do. Magic also wanted an heir for that mantle and so Magic’s Heir was born with the Heir of Death, Cedar. Not to mention in my world it’s also not so rare for a magical vampire male to get a witch pregnant. The thing is in my world I’m considered a big deal so I needed to move to the normal world. It really was just coincidence that me and Stefan had reunited here.”, she finished with an impish smile.

The pack now knew the story of the Potter-Salvatore family. It was an absolute marvel children had been born to a vampire father and a witch mother. Both races had been thought to absolutely despise the other and one race was cursed with never being able to procreate. Yet the Potter-Salvatore family had just destroyed that known fact. Children that are half witch and half vampire in a way similar to them, not really belonging to either kind so having to become their own. It made the hybrids want to protect the boys. Klaus saw the determination in their eyes and saw the same fierce protectiveness in his sister’s eyes that was usually held for those in their family. Stefan and Hailey had wormed their way into her heart and their children had quickly captured it. Nik had stepped up and did what no one believed he was capable of doing. He kneeled.

“I, Niklaus Mikaelson, Alpha of the Hybrids hereby swear that my pack will protect the Potter-Salvatore family. May our families remain allied and flourish in growth. Please know that by marrying Stefan this now makes Hailey Potter my sister and I will protect her as such. With their children as my nephews anyone that dares to harm them will meet an excruciating end.”, Klaus had said it so inspiringly that soon his hybrids had followed his example and his sister had as well. Rebekah couldn’t hold back her smile if she could, she finally had a sister and nephews to boot!Hailey then shocked them. She got to her knees and brought Stefan and the boys with her, took Klaus’s hand into hers and smiled to him. Her family came up behind her and also took a knee to show that they are behind her and support her. She took her other wand to raise her wand in the air.

“As you are now my brother I pledge a magical oath to your pack. I, Hailey Jamie Potter, hereby state that the Hybrid Pack is under our protection. Any who declared your enemy is now ours. As we are now family we are equal. You protect us and we protect you, so I say so mote it be!”, at her words her wand began to glow and shoot a spark of magic in the air. The oaths and vows done everyone in the room was contempt with the silence. But it was broken when Hailey’s stomach made itself known again. They all made their way to the large dining table and started the feast. Not worried about muggles Tonks had conjured a high chair for Teddy out of the chair next to her. Hailey had summoned the twins bassinet and charmed their bottles to hold themselves as the twins ate. They did it so nonchalantly that they ignored the awed looks from the pack. Ron had started plucking food so quickly that it startled the rest to start eating as well. They mostly talked about the new comers, the babies, what made the difference between them and wiccans, and how Remus was a slightly different werewolf. Rebekah was chatting with Hermione and Tonks was pleasantly surprised to find out there was a whole world of shopping that she had yet to explore. They were gonna have to wait a few days before they could have a shopping spree but plans were being made.

A gentle jingle went off that alerted that the boys were done eating. Hailey went to go and pick them up and began to burp them, Stefan followed and held Caelan while she held Cedar. She decided to move the bassinet closer to her seat so she hovered it over, she gestured to Stefan and both put their children in. She looked through the baby bag and found the boy’s pacifiers, it lulled them to sleep fairly quickly due to their tummies being full. Seeing the boys falling asleep reminded Remus to give Hailey her room key. “Cub, here’s yours I already have mine as do Ron and Hermione.”, Stefan looked confused at the key what was it for?

“Oh yeah, we checked the house. The outside is pretty good but the inside needs some color. The furniture needs to be bought, so we’ll look at catalogs tomorrow. We’ll need kitchen stuff and bathroom stuff but that’s about it. But everything will feel just like home once we start hanging some pictures and portraits around. We already put your bags in the Master bedroom Hailey, awesome part is that it connects to a smaller room that can be made into a nursery. Also, Remus, Tonks we made sure to make a door between yours and Teddy’s nursery.”, Ron and Hermione checked out the house. There was some workers fixing it up from the ministry that mostly just stayed out of their way. They were replacing paint, getting rid of mold, and remolding the house essentially to be more modern on the inside and keep the look on the outside. The man in charge said it would be ready by tomorrow morning as planned. They could have the workers do everything for them but then it wouldn’t feel like home.

Stefan was starting to feel worried, he didn’t want to be separated from his mate and sons! His vampire was beginning to go into a frenzy as well, they went so long without her being in a different building will definitely make him neurotic. But they already made arrangements for the night and he can’t just insist for her family to spend the night when it wasn’t his house. He felt his head spin but luckily his pseudo brother was having the same idea. A recovering ripper has very gentle control, Stefan having to deal with everything here is already pushing it as it is. Klaus has no doubt that Stefan could recover, he has trained and pushed himself so much to have a good control of his bloodlust he just needed a bit more time and of course the support of his mate. “How about you spend the night here instead, after today’s events I would rather we have everyone in one place?”, Klaus offered.

“That’s very kind of you but we wouldn’t want to impose-“, Remus didn’t want to impose on the man. He and Moony are not sure how to view Klaus yet. He was the brother to what is basically his nephew-in-law. It seems strange to view him as a nephew though since Klaus and Stefan were older than him. Perhaps being with them for the night would help. But there was a question that he needed an answer to before he could agree.

“Please you would be easing me and we have more than enough room for everyone.”, Klaus insisted. He could see Remus was willing to accept. He could see Stefan getting anxious while waiting for Remus’s decision.

“Well…thank you. But that does bring up what had occurred today, why on earth would you need to be eased and why did we hear about Hailey having been involved in some brawl?”, he was worried about what dangers she could encounter. They left the wizarding world because of its laws and fighting even after the war. They just wanted some semblance of peace.

“I’m afraid that would be my fault. While we trying to get Hailey something to eat earlier we ran into my biological brother Damon. Damon resents me for a lot of things and he was trying to get a ride out of me and he succeeded. He insulted me and then moved to try and seduce Hailey in front of me. Next thing I know he’s on the ground and I’m punching him in the face.”, Stefan said with guilt lacing his tone. But Remus understood as a creature himself. The nerve of that man to try and do that to a mated couple, mates were not common in their world but not unheard of they were considered sacred in creature law. But unless properly bonded, a wedding ceremony, their world would dismiss it. Hearing of this Damon’s actions reminded him of the stories he’s heard of noble men trying to force a mated woman into courting or marriage and completely ignoring the mating bond. To families like the Malfoy’s and Parkinson’s they deemed mating to be below them. He sneered at the thought of his niece being pursued by some deviant that didn’t respect the bond.

Remus looked to Stefan and saw how he still had a face of guilt, that needed to stop. “Get that look of guilt of your face! What you did was justified, a man, a brother no less is supposed to respect a relationship between a man and a woman. Your brother did not, in creature law it would have been justified for you to take his head off.”, he took a deep breath he needed to calm himself before Moony takes it as an invite to go and look for the other Salvatore brother. “What I’m saying is a man protects what he loves and you did that granted it could have been in a more controlled manner. But I will not scold you on defending Hailey and your sons. We are family now and we accept all of you, your brother is just something that if necessary will be dealt with.”, Remus said as he walked to Stefan and put a hand on his shoulders. Family means being there for each other through thick and thin it is not determined by genetics or blood. He gave Stefan an understanding smile, Hailey was close and drew them both for a hug with happy tears in her eyes. Both men were flustered but still had smiles.

“Hermione be a dear and call the hotel we’re staying here for the night.” Remus requested to Hermione she smiled and got the deed done. Klaus had send a group of Hybrids with Ron to go get the luggage but they didn’t expect to side-along apparate with him. He got a scolding from Hermione when he returned as the hybrids were very nauseous. The pack took turns patrolling easing Stefan, Klaus, and Remus. The hybrids usually stayed on the first floor to sleep. The couples roomed together in the barely used second floor. Stefan had his own room and was delighted to have his family sharing it with him. Hailey fed the boys once more before burping them with the assistance of Stefan. They put them to sleep in the bassinets Hailey hovered from the dining room. Stefan chuckled at the simple yet amazing use of magic. He wasn’t sure if Bonnie could even do something like that.

That night Rebekah and Klaus had a serious discussion. Klaus was nearly complete in making hybrids, enough to protect his family from Mikael but it brought the question of their brothers. He had no doubt that his brothers would want to inflict serious damage to him but he made a vow. Rebekah was with him, ever since Hailey entered Stefan’s life and in return them entering the family Klaus had seem closer to how he had been when they were human. He’s progressed so much and went to extreme lengths to ensure their family safety from father. She suggested that they undagger their brothers as soon as Hailey, the boys, and the rest of the family were in their new home. There was no way they were gonna risk their lives with their brothers thirst. She made some suggestions to make her brothers forgive Klaus faster.

Elijah would need to have a conversation with Klaus, a long one and once he sees how much Klaus resembles his old self things will be fine. Kol would be tricky as all he was ever interested in was witches and magic, though a light went up in Klaus’s head at that. After Kol gets his anger out he would reveal what he has learned, a whole world hidden filled with magic. Rebekah thought about it and it should be enough to placate Kol and after he’s controlled his hunger he could even meet the new witches and wizards of Mystic Falls. Rebekah had doubt on Finn, all he ever cared for was Sage and Klaus killed her. She slapped Klaus on the head and berated him for doing so but was momentarily shocked to see his confusion. He never killed Sage, it spurred Rebekah. That was it! All was needed was to locate Sage and Finn would be fine.

Before going to sleep that night for Klaus he was plagued with thoughts on his brothers. He knew that the bonds he had with Kol and Finn needed serious mending. After so long he just wanted his brothers back, for them to be safe and he didn’t care if he made them angry by doing so. What hurt would be knowing that he hurt his brothers in another way. They were well adverse with anger but he knew that like Elijah all his brothers needed a conversation perhaps multiple. But he wouldn’t stop until they realized that they were family and he needed them safe. They could hate him but he would never forgive himself if they thought in any way that they didn’t matter to him. Every sin and atrocities he had committed had been to protect his siblings, even if to them he was just their…bastard brother. He went to sleep hoping for the future to shed light on his family old and new.

Stefan felt completely content and slightly embarrassed. Hailey was dressed in ONLY a t-shirt with her underwear. We had similar sleeping attire but she seemed completely oblivious to what having her so close to him is doing. She was already asleep and they were spooning but he had a…problem. She would shift and accidentally rub against him taking him forever to will away his…stiffness. But he went to sleep happy. Every three hours the boys would wake demanding nourishment and attention. He and Hailey were grateful that they did it at the same time.

It did give him the chance to think through the night, he panicked at not being with Hailey for the night how would he handle her being in an entire different building. He brought it up with her and she was understanding she had actually planned to invite him to live in their mansion as they were married it made sense for them to live in the same home. It made him elated but he had to tell Klaus, they would need to make a new schedule to keep his training up. When the morning came there was more pack family cooking, Stefan cooked Hailey her share as she had to feed the boys. He was rewarded with a delightful thank you kiss that had everyone wolf-whistle at them. Stefan told Klaus about upcoming changes and Klaus was happy to make a few tweaks to their schedule. Someone rung the doorbell breaking the happy domestic atmosphere, Tyler stood up to answer it after getting a nod from Klaus. They all grew annoyed as the person started impatiently banging on the door.

They were beyond annoyed when it was opened to reveal Damon and Elena. They pushed pass Tyler as if they owned the place and marched to the dining table. Hailey’s family was confused as who they were until they saw the look on Hailey’s face. She looked uncomfortable and annoyed and that was enough for her family to know that these people were here to bring trouble. Remus was sitting in front of Stefan and nudged him to get his attention. He raised an eyebrow and Stefan let out an annoyed sigh that caused Damon to smirk at him and Elena to just look disappointed…but it turned into jealousy at seeing the new girl right next to Stefan. “Might as well get this out of the way, that is Damon, my brother, and that’s Elena Gilbert. Her blood, while human, let’s Klaus make hybrids.”, Stefan didn’t say anything more as that is all they were to him now. They nodded in understanding, Elena looked angry at Stefan’s introduction of her. It turned angrier when the new girl put a hand on Stefan as if to assure him of something.

Klaus was the one to ask the question. “Miss Gilbert I do believe that we don’t require you for another three days. What on Earth are you doing in my home, uninvited?”, he hoped and prayed to anyone listening that Salvatore hadn’t convinced her to lash out.

“Who is she and what do you have planned Klaus?”, the nerve of this human girl.

“I believe I already told you who she is Elena. She’s my wife and mother to my-“, Stefan was saying annoyed but then got cut off by his infuriating brother.

“That’s total crap and you know it Stefan!”, Damon was done with that stupid cover story.

“Well not that it’s any of your business but Hailey is a witch, not like Bonnie and her mind at all, and the boys are halflings. Half vampire, half wizard.”, he proceeded to explain their story for what felt like the fifth time. He ignored the disbelieving scoffs and annoyed glares from both of them. He got agitated when Elena had started to glare and march up to him and Hailey. She ignored the tables warning growls and then proceeded to rant.

“You can’t expect us to believe that a vampire knocked you up! I remember Stefan coming back from that mission and it was like three months ago. If he had been able to actually put a baby in you wouldn’t they need more time to actually be born?”, she ended with a scoff. Elena thought back on the night Stefan came back and he had those marks that had nearly driven her crazy! That damned new girl was the same girl that left those disgusting marks on Stefan! As soon as she was done she felt her hair begin to stick up on its ends. She looked and saw that little attention hogger had a blank face but her eyes were glowing and brewing a storm. She was about to make another remark when she was suddenly upside down in mid air. She went up with a startled yelp and felt as if a rope was hanging into her foot, she was flailing about that she didn’t notice the room go deadly silent as the Mistress of Death made her way in front of her. Damon was about to speed to them but was held back by Stefan and Tyler. Elena stopped struggling and shouting when a delicate hand and held her face in a painful grip.

“I don’t care what you believe it doesn’t change the fact that Stefan is the father to my sons. You are of great value to Klaus at the moment so I won’t harm you for your disrespect of my family. But know this I could kill you with two words, I could make you bite your tongue and fingers off with a single word, and with a single word I can make you feel as if your blood had been replaced with molted lava. Don’t ever believe that I will stand for your spoiled behavior, any disrespect or harm to my family and any nightmares you have I will make into a reality.”, her family was standing at attention just as they did in the war. Her voice used with Elena was reserved for death eaters and Voldemort. It put terror and respect though anyone soul who heard it, except for Damon and Elena they had pure terror on their faces. Stefan was practically drooling over how fierce Hailey had spoke. He and Tyler finally let Damon go when Elena had fallen in a very ungraceful heap on the floor.

Damon pulled Elena close to him once he got her off of the floor. She was enjoying being so close to Damon but she couldn’t ignore how Stefan was fawning over Potter. Elena was furiously jealous that girl was gorgeous, apparently had married Stefan, and given him children. She would have never been able to do any of that and standing in the same room as Potter makes her feel inadequate. She needed her gone now! Not to mention Potter is a threat, maybe she had Stefan under some spell, and maybe she was there to threaten Elena. She whispered to Damon her thoughts and Damon was set in at least leaving a mark. Damn Stefan again for getting everything! Elena was still pining over him and now he had a gorgeous witch on his arm! And apparently he was a father, that was Damon’s dream first, he’s older, he deserves to have what he wants too!!

The whole room was now ignoring their existence. It reminded Damon of when he was a human child and baby Stefan was born. Suddenly he didn’t matter, he was overlooked, he only got attention when he demanded it. But Stefan had some weird talent that made people pay more attention to him. He didn’t have everyone watching him and that had made a very resentful Damon. It had gotten slightly better once Stefan got older but the resentment never disappeared, it multiplied when Katherine came. He made his way to the little witch bitch and her brats. Stefan was across the room previously talking to Klaus and trying to ignore their presence. But his vampire face came in full force at seeing Damon near his wife and children.

Damon, who loves to torment Stefan at any chance he gets, leaned over Hailey when Stefan was being placated by Klaus to not go into a murderous rage. Flirting with her was getting him nowhere and he was staring to get annoyed. He put his hand on her shoulder and was planning to crush it with his enhanced strength to give her a good scare when the unexpected happened, at least to Damon and Elena. The twins while still infants where very in tune with energy, to the point that they could be empaths. They sensed their ‘uncle’s’ energy, it was filled with so much negativity that the twins had a flight or fight reaction. They were definitely their parents children as both reacted with fight. Caelan had hissed and protracted his baby fangs and bit the hand that intended to cause his mother harm. While Cedar in distress used his accidental magic to start throwing anything that wasn’t nailed to the ground at him bringing the situation to the whole room’s attention. Elena cursed under her breath.

Once he saw his brother’s hand on his mate he was engulfed with possessiveness at seeing it, protectiveness from seeing how much distress her and the twins are, and saw red as Damon had soon recovered and turn his anger from Caelan biting him and Cedar throwing things, to Hailey. Damon had started to protract his fangs to drain Hailey as punishment but was interrupted from it as his little brother had decided to punch him in the jaw. The punch was strong enough that it shattered his jaw and threw him into the opposite wall. Soon a whole team of hybrids had him pinned to the ground as the Original hybrid himself walked over and bent at his waist to speak to Damon.

“Now, I believe we have given you fair warning about trying to harm her. Not to mention the twins poor throats from crying. You have broken the agreement now, Elena dear I’m afraid he must be punished.”, Klaus said. His voice sounded nonchalant but his face gave off how angry he was. He had his eyes glowing and glaring down at Damon. He made a shooing motion with his hand and the hybrids took it as the sign to drag Damon to the dungeon. Damon was trying to break free but the hybrids didn’t let up. Elena started to panic.

“You can’t do that! We had a de-“, she was on the verge of having another crying hit when she was cut off.

“The deal was that I can’t hurt you or anyone you cared for. However it did not say anything about Rebekah and Stefan and definitely nothing about our new family members. They have total freedom to enact the punishment the elder Salvatore deserves.”, Klaus said with an impish smirk. He had his hands behind his back to indicate that it wasn’t his hands that would have Damon’s blood on them. She looked to Stefan ignoring his glare and ran to him and clenched at his forearms. Causing Hailey to glare at her.

“Stefan please! Be reasonable this is your-“, she was starting to shake him and plead with him. But Stefan was fed up and pushed her away. The action itself made Elena had a face on as if he had just slapped her.

“NOT MY BROTHER ANYMORE ELENA! He had his chance and he tried to hurt my wife and sons! Every instinct in me is begging for me to end him! Be grateful that Klaus hasn’t decided to kill him!”, he was fed up with Elena shrieking and grabbing him. It felt wrong to have her touch him. Elena fell to her knees with unshed tears in her eyes and looked shocked at Stefan’s disregard of her. She looked to Tyler in hopes of getting sympathy but he was avoiding her eyes and instead focusing on making the twins laugh at his silly faces. He and Ron were actually succeeding which made Hailey smile. At seeing her smile Elena had enough and stormed out of the mansion and back to the boardinghouse.

There she found the gang that had answered her calls, as usual. All of them had hesitant faces on after what happened at the grill. When Elena retold her story of what occurred they dreaded what she was going to ask of them. They were given warnings but of course Damon had to go and mess with the person that they were told under no circumstances to mess with. The girl was a new mother for goodness sakes, why would Damon and Elena try to hurt her?! Bonnie had asked the very question and Elena started on again. Caroline had enough of hearing how Elena was making it seem that they were attacked and of course making herself the damsel in distress. Especially since Elena’s plan was to break in the Mikaelson Mansion to get Damon.

“Elena! I would rather choke on my own intestines before risking my life for Damon!”, Caroline finally snapped. With tears in her eyes she finally turned her back to Elena and made her way to the door.

“We can’t just abandon him, Care! Think of everything he’s done for-“, Elena was ready to start one of her insufferable speeches about how Damon had redeemed himself but was cut off abruptly. Everyone deserved a second chance but…Damon Salvatore has had more than enough chances. His own brother had been able to see that why can’t Elena!?

“For YOU, Elena! For you and even then it’s for selfish reasons. Elena I have been your friend since forever but I can’t do it anymore. After everything he’s done, you still want him. He’s the reason your biological dad died remember! Because he was selfish and forced his blood onto you! He’s the reason I had turned into a vampire because he was taking advantage of me and didn’t want his walking blood bag to die! He killed Mason, Elena! You know the guy that babysat us until we were thirteen! The worst part is, is that I know that none of this changes how you feel towards him!”, she couldn’t hold anything back anymore! She was sobbing everything out and Elena had misty eyes but didn’t challenge anything she was saying. So much had happened, they all had lost so much, and what she named was only what she knew of. They all had their grievances with Damon but Elena seems to just wave them off.

“I know Elena that the reason you started liking Damon was because he didn’t care who he hurt in order for you to be alive, which unfortunately includes the rest of us! I’m done Elena, I’m done with everyone your supposed to care about being disposable side characters in your life!”, with everything out in the air the room was silent. Caroline had tear tracks on her face and she finally walked out of the room. She just couldn’t handle it anymore, Elena didn’t care and even encouraged Damon to try and hurt the new girl. A girl in which she knew had babies to mother, she just couldn’t believe Elena would be so selfish to want to get rid of that girl just because Stefan fell for her. She needed someone to talk to…hopefully Stefan wouldn’t mind another person on his side. Tyler had the right idea about staying with his new pack. Maybe she could finally get to know the Originals a bit more without Elena and Damon whispering in her ear. She made her stance known she wonders what the rest of them will do.

I bet Caroline has no idea that Alaric has been sending kids who are uncontrollable or dangerous to a prison world or what he did to Alyssa Chang. I feel like Caroline wouldn't allow that if she knew. Alyssa didn't seem that bad in the flashbacks. She just seemed like a girl who didn't know how to control her power and was bullied and tried to fit in and lashed out when she was hurt by Lizzie, Josie and the other witches. Wade and Alyssa's stories seem similar in that they both were ostracized by the witches. Alyssa deals with it with anger and becoming a bully and getting revenge. While Wade did the opposite and tried to ignore it and be helpful in an attempt to be accepted. I'm glad Wade saved the day and that he's a fairy!! He deserves all the love. I hope after the twins are saved that Alyssa gets a redemption arc or something. I'm low key kind of disappointed in past Lizzie/Josie bullying Alyssa when they were younger. It was a great episode I can't wait for next week. That ending with Hope and Alyssa was badass. Also Caroline NEEDS to come back already!!!

Liability is the most Caroline Forbes coded song ever and you cannot change my mind.

I absolutely hate TVD season 2

In season 2 Caroline is injured due to a car crash because Tyler lost control during this Damon is trying to play good guy so offers to give Caroline blood to heal her so she doesn't die Elena says no and Bonnie says yes and says healing her is worth the risk. Right so Damon gives her blood she gets killed by Katherine and turns into a vampire fast forward to Caroline compelling her way out of the hospital she ends up at the carnival where she kills the guy Bonnie was crushing on. Bonnie then blames Damon for the guys death bit all I could think was FUCK YOU BONNIE THE GUY WOULDN'T HAVE DIED IF YOU DIDN'T GIVE DAMON THR GO AHEAD TO GIVE CAROLINE BLOOD! So after that I have a little cool down and take a breather thinking maybe Bonnie said it in the heat of her anger, but then when Caroline is getting help from Stefan and gaining control over her powers, BUT ONCE A FUCKING AGAIN BONNIE THE BITCH DOESN'T WANT TO BE NEAR CAROLINE BECAUSE SHE'S A VAMPIRE AND SHE "CAN'T STAND" VAMPIRES BUT GODDAMIT ONCE AGAIN ELENA SAID NOT TO GIVE CAROLINE BLOOD BECAUSE SHR THOUGHT IT WAS TO BIG OF A RISK BUT BONNIE TOLD DAMON THAT IT WAS WORTH THE RISK OF HER TURNING THAT IT WAS WORTH IT BECAUSE CAROLINE WAS HER FRIEND BUT YOU CLEARLY ARENT ACTUALLY HER FRIEND CAUSE OBVIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT TO FUCK OVER PEOPLE BECAUSE OF YOUR OWN MISTAKES.

(Just a little rant since I've started re-watching sorry not sorry.)

He’s your first love. I intend to be your last. However long it takes.

“I think a part of me has always known that… you weren’t the villain of my story.”

Don’t you love the way he looked at her?

Favourite Klaroline looks

#MARRIED

MY BRAINNN HURTTT I NEED HELP FINDING A KLAROLINE FIC PLEASEE GUYS I NEED IT!

Fuckkk I only remember a little from it so bear with me! Okay so I think the only part I remember is that Klaus and Elijah I believe save Caroline from being tortured and she had on a canine head wear that the originals believed they got rid of a long time ago when they were used on Rebekah, leaving Rebekah traumatized from the experience. GUYS THATS LITERALLY ALL I CAN REMEMBER HELP ME FIND IT PLEASE AND THANK YOU! I’ll still be searching through my list but if anyone knows what I’m talking about please let me know!

Xoxo <3

Vampire Diaries Characters as Tarot Cards

If The Vampire Diaries characters were tarot cards, which would they be?

Elena Gilbert - The Lovers / The High Priestess

The Lovers: Elena is the emotional core of the series and is often caught between love choices.

The High Priestess: She also grows into her own power and intuition, embodying mystery and duality like The High Priestess.

Stefan Salvatore - The Hanged Man

Stefan is constantly sacrificing himself for others and his journey is marked by introspection, suffering, and redemption.

Damon Salvatore - The Devil / The Fool

The Devil: Damon represents temptation, desire, and chaos.

The Fool: But he also has a surprising journey of growth, making him an unconventional Fool - constantly starting over.

Bonnie Bennett - The Magician

Bonnie is the conduit between worlds and channels immense energy. She turns will into reality.

Caroline Forbes - The Empress

Caroline embodies growth, beauty, motherhood, and leadership. She transforms from an insecure teen into a regal, nurturing force.

Katherine Pierce - The Tower

Katherine is destruction and rebirth personified. She burns everything down to survive.

Alaric Saltzman - The Hierophant

Alaric is the moral compass, a teacher, and a guide for the younger characters. He represents tradition and wisdom.

Klaus Mikaelson - The Emperor / Judgment

The Emperor: He demands control and order.

Judgment: But his arc is one of reckoning, forgiveness, and facing consequences.

Elijah Mikaelson - Justice

Elijah is the moral one, devoted to balance, honor, and fairness - even when it cost him personally.

Rebekah Mikaelson - The Star

Rebekah is a symbol of hope, longing, and desire for a better life. The Star captures her vulnerability and dreams.

Hayley Marshall - Strength

Hayley is courageous, resilient, and protective love. She stands strong for her daughter and her beliefs.

Marcel Gerard - The Chariot

He is a self made king, Marcel drives his will with ambition and direction. He battles adversity with focused control.

Caroline Forbes

NYX’s NIGHTFALL

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 as 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

(𝐧𝐮𝐡-𝐭𝐚𝐥-𝐢𝐚)

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐯 as 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐑. 𝐌𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 as 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐊𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦 as 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐨 as 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 as 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 as 𝐊𝐨𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 as 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲

Cast continued....

Paul wesley as stefan salavtore

Ian somerholder as damon salvatore

Candice accola as caroline forbes

Pedro pascal as alaric saltzman

Nina dobrev as katherine pierce

Zach zoerig as matt donovan

Claire holt as rebekah mikaelson

Klaus/Caroline, Klaus/Hayley, Lyndsey (my oc)/Klaus (not shown)

The Day Before ✢ Damon Salvatore ✢ Part Two

Synopsis: The reader knows she is dying, and to save Damon from the pain of her death, she makes an extremely difficult decision. However, the aftermath of this decision takes a great toll on Damon and the people who know him. Damon Salvatore x Reader, female pronouns. Platonic!Stefan Salvatore x Reader. Platonic!Caroline Forbes x Reader. Warnings: Angst, Death.  Notes: This is part two to a one-shot I posted a while ago, this piece will not make much sense without having read it. 

Masterlist |Part One

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Stefan could tell something was awry the moment he stepped through the doors of the old boarding house. The air inside was palpable, as if every molecule was weighed down with a tension — a stillness that pressed against his heightened senses, thick and unnatural. Damon was sitting in front of the fireplace, his silhouette stark against the warm glow of the flames, though there was nothing warm about this scene. His posture, Stefan noted, usually so full of restless energy, was eerily composed. Too composed. His gaze was fixed ahead, unblinking, the light flickering in his eyes was like a dull echo of something that had long since burned out.

Stefan took a careful breath; he was not sure why, but his instincts screamed that something was wrong.

The blood on Damon’s hands was subtle at first, easy to miss, but it did not take long for the dried crimson to catch Stefan’s eye, it crept up Damon’s knuckles, stark and seeped within the crevices of his pale, illuminated skin.

‘Damon?’ 

Stefan called out, his voice cautious, wary, like he was approaching a predator lying in wait. But there was no answer. Damon did not so much as flinch, his expression a mask of chilling indifference, eyes as lifeless as the logs slowly burning to cinder before him.

Stefan swallowed hard, the dread inside him growing heavier by the second. 

‘Damon,’ he repeated, stepping closer, his shoes tapping softly against the hardwood floor. He kept his voice calm, but he struggled to hide the tension underneath. 

‘What happened?’

For a moment, it was as if Damon had not even heard him. He remained silent, his face void of any feeling; it was as if he was not even present in the room—like his body was there, but his mind, his soul, had retreated somewhere unreachable. The lack of reaction was more terrifying than any outburst, more unnerving than any fit of rage. Damon, who thrived on conflict, on drama, was sitting there… deadened.

Stefan clenched his fists, trying to keep his voice steady, but he couldn’t suppress his rising panic. 

‘Damon, talk to me. What did you do?’ 

Stefan’s gaze shifted, once again glancing at the blood-encrusted upon the hands of his brother. 

Still nothing. It was as though Stefan’s words were dissolving into the suffocating silence of the room. And then, finally, Damon’s eyes flickered, just barely. He turned his head slowly toward his brother, his movements languid, almost robotic. When he spoke, his voice was hollow, stripped of the usual sarcasm and wit that would linger in his tone. It was flat and mechanical. 

‘I did what I had to.’

Stefan’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. That lifeless tone, the vacant look in his eyes—it was all too familiar. He had seen this before. Damon had turned it off. He had flipped the switch, shut down his emotions, locked away everything that made him… him. Stefan’s stomach twisted with dread.

‘No,’ Stefan whispered, more to himself than to Damon. His pulse quickened, the realisation like a slap to the face, stinging and sharp. Damon had turned it off, but why? What had driven him to this point? What had happened?

He took a step closer, his voice firmer now, though his urgency seeped through. 

‘Damon, what did you do?’

Damon did not respond immediately. His gaze drifted lazily back upon the flames, as if Stefan’s question was of no consequence, as if nothing mattered anymore. 

‘What I had to,’ he repeated, his voice cold and empty, devoid of the fire that usually burned beneath his words. 

‘What I needed to. It doesn’t matter now.’

Stefan’s hands twitched, frustration boiling beneath his skin. He could feel Caroline approaching behind them, her presence like a ripple disturbing an already tense atmosphere. He did not turn to look at her, but he could feel her eyes on Damon, wide and fearful.

‘Damon?’  She whispered, her voice soft, hesitant, as though she was afraid to speak too loudly. She took a cautious step forward, her gaze shifting between the brothers. 

‘What’s going on? Why—' She broke off, noticing the dried blood on his hands. Her face paled. 

‘Why do you have blood on your hands?’

Stefan shook his head slightly, his thoughts racing. He felt sick; unease crawled up his spine in an icy shiver.

‘He’s turned it off,’ he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Caroline’s breath hitched, her eyes growing wide with alarm. 

‘No…’ Her voice was thick with fear as she looked at Damon, whose expression remained indifferent as if none of this concerned him. 

‘Why? Why would he do that? What happened?’

Stefan’s heart dropped. The pieces were falling into place, but he did not want to believe it. He did not want to accept what Damon’s cold demeanour was screaming to him, wordless. He needed to see Y/N.

Damon stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, his eyes not even bothering to focus on Stefan or Caroline. 

‘I wouldn’t wait for her,’ he said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion as he turned toward the door. Stefan shuddered, it was as though Damon was in his head, maybe he had been. Then his body tensed, Damon's words registering with him; a rush of panic flooded his system. 

‘Damon, what did you do?’

He did not answer. Without another word, Damon disappeared in a blur of supernatural speed, the door slamming shut behind him with an ominous finality. The room fell into a suffocating silence once more, but now the silence was darker, heavier with the weight of what they did not know. What they did not want to know.

Caroline’s voice trembled as she turned toward Stefan.

‘What does he mean? Stefan, what happened?’

Stefan clenched his jaw, his chest tightening as dread settled over him. They needed to find out.

The sun was setting as Stefan and Caroline approached Y/N’s home, as they got closer, it became apparent what was wrong, it hung in the air like an unspoken fact, they knew there was only one thing that could push Damon to this state, one event that could force him over the edge. Neither of them wanted to admit what it meant; they evaded this truth so its awful pending reality could not hurt them, but the silence around the house was heavy with foreboding.

‘Do you smell that?’ 

Caroline asked, her voice shaking as she stepped inside the house, the faint scent of blood hitting her like a physical blow.

The knot in his stomach tightened as they ventured deeper into her house, everything was still and quiet; his senses told him no one was there, but the lingering smell of blood stood in sharp juxtaposition, unmistakable and overwhelming. Every creak of the floorboards, every gush of the wind against the windows, seemed so much louder with the absence of life; it felt like a warning.

The bedroom door was left slightly ajar, and Stefan hesitated, his palm on the handle, before pushing it open. 

His breath caught in his throat.

There, crumpled on the floor, lay Y/N’s confronting form, still and cold, her skin as spectral as the moonlight now filtering in through the curtains. Her hair was splayed out across the floor, and her eyes were gently shut, as though she were only sleeping, but the sight was uncanny, they would never open again. Her limbs were unmoving, her chest motionless, and the scent of blood, stronger now, lingered around her like a haunting reminder of what had happened.

Caroline gasped, stumbling back as tears sprang to her eyes. They had already known this, but they did not want to believe it; the confrontation had been too much to behold.

“No... no, no, no...” she whispered, her voice breaking as she brought her hands to her face. 

“Oh my God, Stefan…”

Stefan could not speak. He stumbled forward and dropped to his knees beside the girl, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch her. Her skin was cold, by now, the warmth of her vibrant life was long gone, perpetually a memory. His throat tightened, his chest heaving with a deep, aching sense of loss. 

Not only was she his brother’s love, but a friend of his own, and he had cared for her deeply. Y/N had made his brother happy in a way he had never known, a fact he was grateful for, but she had also been there for him, her kindness and compassion knowing no bounds. 

He stroked her hair and tucked it behind her ear, while a terrible burn at the base of his throat rose and shifted into a choked sob. He realised at once that she must have died alone.

And Damon had found her like this, horribly sallow and confronting.

He must have tried to save her; Stefan’s eyes numbly caught the dried blood upon her lips. He had given her his blood, but it had been too late. The emptiness within Damon’s eyes, the cold detachment—it made more sense now. Damon had not just lost her. This was not just death. 

He had failed her.

‘She was trying to leave,’ Caroline whispered through her tears, her gaze locked on the half-packed suitcase on the bed. She was trying to look anywhere but the girl lying lifeless on the hard floor.

‘I think she knew she was dying... and she didn’t tell us.’

Stefan closed his eyes, the weight of this truth crashing down upon him, she had knowingly left without a goodbye. Damon had found her like this. He had tried to save her. And when he was unable, when he finally realised he was too late, it had ruined him. The love he had for her, the hope he had surely held onto—only made this so much worse. Stefan found himself wishing he had been there for him, even if it did not change anything, and he imagined it would not have, Damon would still be gone now. 

His chest ached with the knowledge that his brother, despite not being there at the time, would have felt every second of her death because he could not save her. Damon had turned off his humanity because the idea of living without her had been too painful. It had destroyed him.

Caroline wiped her eyes, and her voice trembled with fear. 

‘What are we going to do? If Damon has no humanity... Stefan, he’s dangerous.’

Stefan’s fists clenched, and his mind raced. Damon had always been volatile, but this was different. He had nothing left to lose now. 

‘We have to find him,’ Stefan said, voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. 

‘Before he does something he can’t take back.’

But his words were meaningless, as he glanced towards Y/N’s desolate corpse, Stefan could not shake the gnawing fear, or rather, the fact that it was already too late. Y/n was dead, and Damon had gone with her. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead in farewell, knowing full well that he was kissing his brother goodbye along with her.

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Author's Note: I have written a second part to this one-shot that I posted many moons ago, here is a quick reblog to hopefully get it into circulation again before the new part is posted. I never planned for a second part, but it kind of happened anyway and I think it works well. I thought it would be fun to explore the aftermath of this event, and how it would affect some of the characters of Mystic Falls. Keep in tune! It should be up within the next day or so.

The Day Before ➳ Damon Salvatore x TerminallySick!reader One-Shot

Synopsis: The reader knows she is dying and to save Damon the pain of her death she makes an extremely difficult decision.

Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Death. 

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A/N: This is my first time writing for Damon Salvatore, hopefully this is the first of many.

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PART FIVE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x SupernaturalMini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of violence. Words: 3,127k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part > A/N: I am so sorry this part took so long to come out.

Dusk set over Mystic Falls as Damon and Y/N made their way to the founder’s ball, the street lamps they passed under casting a golden hue against them. Y/N could feel her heart beating in her throat. Three times she had attempted to take a peek at Damon on the sly and three times he had already been looking her way. She did not know what scared her more; his lack of attention for the road ahead, or the fact he was seemingly staring at her. Y/N’s heart leapt as she discerned Damon’s hand lying open-palmed beside the handbrake, she knew he meant for her to grab it, but she could not force her suspicions out of her head. The calmness his presence brought her could only be short-lived. What if her unwilling intuition was right? What if he was a vampire? Once again, she thought back to the archives in the civil hall, one of the documents, dated 1864, had displayed both his and his brother's names.

Y/N swiftly quelled this concept, she was being ridiculous. Damon was a Salvatore, one of Mystic Fall's most cherished founding families, she had spied him with Liz Forbes working to eradicate vampires; she had known all this since the day she met him. 

But she also recalled her original assumption, from their first meeting at the grill; she had thought he was one of them. But no, he could not be.

For a town so engrossed with tradition and heritage, would it be so outrageous to assume he and his brother were named for their late ancestors? And besides, a hunter could not love a vampire; it would go against her very nature. Her very reason for existing.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat after this internal admission; love. She loved him. Warmth unfurled in her body like the first summer day after a most grim winter. She was in love with Damon Salvatore; everything about him. 

She loves his stupid jokes, his dark hair and crystal blue eyes, and the way he looks at her with them. She loves the things he says, and everything he does and every time they part she loves knowing she will see him again.

She took a quiet breath and placed her hand in his, fingers entwining. When she peeked at him once more his lips were turned into a smile that creased his eyes, and she realised abruptly that she also loved his smile; more than she had ever loved anything. No, she did not believe he was a vampire.

Y/N let her love for Damon settle into every alcove of her being, she felt it from her fingers to her toes. But most of all she felt this love proliferate in her heart. It was something she had been so sure she understood. She loved her brothers, and although it had always been harder to admit, she also loved her father. But this was different, it was all-consuming, so insufferably intense, yet despite all this; calming. She had never felt she belonged anywhere, never found her place in this world. And somehow, in this uncanny town that she had only planned to inhabit briefly, she had found a home in the comfort of Damon's presence. 

She could not believe, after everything she had been through and everything she had witnessed, through all her short-lived stays in unfortunate towns, that she would fall for someone so easily. For the longest time, she had held herself aloof from relationships; as though she was above them. Y/N understood that any bonds she formed would never amount to anything more than ephemeral, fleeting. But Y/N had also known falling in love with Damon would be as easy as the phrase proposed; as effortless as falling; and fallen she had. Her love for him was now as certain as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, and she did not want to believe it.

‘You know, I thought you’d never take the hint’ He said, smirking now, and brought her hand first to his lips and then to rest upon his knee. She felt a blush flood her cheeks and she was sure they glew vermillion. His affections had never been this blatant before.

‘I love how easy that is.’ He continued when she did not speak and with her most recent revelation fogging her thoughts, she realised suddenly that she had no notion of what he had meant.

‘How easy what is?’ Her breath came in quickly as she tried to function normally. To behave as though she had not just become aware of the certitude with which she loved the person sitting beside her. Though when his smile faltered, she knew she had failed, and she wanted nothing more than to see him smile again.

‘It’s easy to make you blush, it’s become a pastime of mine… something I’m very good at.’ He said this earnestly, though there was an air of jest to his comment. Her cheeks felt hot again, this time in embarrassment; after all, she did blush a lot. 

He removed his hand from hers leaving it feeling cold and vacant, and lifted it to her face, reposing the back of his fingers against her cheek. He stared ahead at the road, with one hand on the wheel and an expression seemingly far away, and just as she dared thought he would mutter something profound, he opened his mouth to whisper,

‘Exhibit A, you’re blushing again. I get it though… I’m charming.’  He turned to her again, his smirk returning, and this time Y/N smiled with him. He always had something stupid to say.

The rest of the drive to the venue had been silent, though Y/N's thoughts had never been more deafening. She loved him. She loved Damon. She ran away from home and fell in love with the first man she saw. Y/N suddenly felt sick. If Dean were here right now she knew she would never live this down, she supposed that would mean her brothers could never find out. They pulled into a car park.

‘Y/N, are you alright, you’ve been acting strange.’ Her performance had not been as foolproof as she had thought.

‘Yes, I’m fine, it’s just… I’ve never been to anything like this before.’ She was surprised with how natural the lie came across, she could tell Damon believed her. He rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand again.

‘You don’t have to worry, I won’t let you embarrass yourself.’  He lifted her hand to his lips and gave a sweet kiss, never breaking eye contact. Heat flooded into her cheeks for the umpteenth time that day and she wondered if she had gotten it all wrong, maybe this supposed love was nothing more than a school-girl crush; she was certainly acting like a school-girl. 

Damon let go, got out of the car, and began making his way to the passenger side. Y/N knew what he was doing and quickly rushed to get out of the car herself, despite everything that had happened and everything she realised about him, she was not going to let him dote on her; she was too proud. 

‘Won’t you let me be a gentleman for once?’ He groused in fake chagrin.

‘But Damon, that would be unlike you…’ She smiled easily like everything was right in the world.

‘Why must you always offend me?’ He admonished, as he linked his arms with hers. Y/N’s attention quickly shifted to the sound of music and chatter coming from the ornate Lockwood mansion. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, only now becoming aware she had not lied before, Y/N was nervous; socialising had never come easy for her. 

‘Don’t worry Y/N, you’re fine.’ Damon used his free hand to lift her chin, and he smiled at her encouragingly,

‘If we stand around any longer, we’re going to be late.’

The ball was already in full swing as the unlikely couple, arms linked, made their way through the grand doors. Y/N gaped in awe at the opulent chandeliers and sweeping floral arrangements adorning the sumptuous room; she had never beheld anything like it. For a moment she allowed herself to ponder all the period dramas she had watched in dingy motel rooms depicting such scenes, standing in this grandiose setting made those childhood evenings seem a lifetime ago. 

The dulcet tone of one of Chopin’s many waltzes flowed from a piano standing in the corner of the makeshift ballroom and Y/N observed as gowns twirled in a beguiling amalgamation of colour, she shuddered at the thought of joining them; she would not be caught dead dancing. 

‘May I…’ Damon unlinked their arms to instead hold his hand up in an offer, he wanted to dance,

‘No… Absolutely not…’ Y/N gasped, ‘I need to have at least 20 more drinks in my system before I do something like that.’ 

‘Come on Y/N, you’re at a ball, live a little.’ Damon’s mouth turned into a lopsided grin, she assumed he was happy to discover something that unsettled her, her responding look was scathing.

‘I wasn’t kidding about the drinks.’ 

The Winchester grabbed his still outstretched hand and guided him to the bar she had spied opposite the dancefloor. Already placed upon an embellished silver platter sat countless glasses of champagne, she grabbed two, and turned toward her dark-haired date.

‘Champagne is crucial for a great evening’ She said mirthfully, handing him a glass, 

‘I suppose we better have some then’ Damon's voice turned grave, his change of tone startling her. She gazed up at him in shock, Damon looked over her shoulder, eyebrows furrowed; she followed his line of sight. A man had just walked into the building, he had dirty blond hair that sat in curls upon his forehead. She was bemused to realise she had never seen him before; was he new in town? 

Damon grabbed both their glasses, eyes lingering on the man and placed them back on the platter.

‘We’ll have some later… May I?’ Finally breaking his gaze, he held his hand out for her to grab, his tenseness unsettled her, she could tell he was making an effort to remain calm. She took his hand and together they walked past the make-shift ballroom and towards a hallway, Damon leading her away by the small of her back, but when the enigmatic man from moments earlier turned the corner behind them, his grasp shifted further around her waist,

‘Klaus… What a nice surprise.’ Y/N noticed the way Damon’s tone turned ever so slightly at the word ‘nice’, as though it left a bad taste in his mouth. She wondered who this man was, and why his presence had Damon tightening his grip on her waist, pulling her closer. She watched in trepidation as his stance became more guarding, shifting forward marginally so that he was now standing between them. Her stomach dropped, Damon was scared of this man, and that scared her.

‘My date… was just leaving, going to get us drinks.’ He lied easily, gesturing to the bar the way they had come, now letting go of her completely to instead stand between them.

‘Damon… I…’ Y/N started, 

‘I would like a bourbon, neat.’ He turned to face her fully, eyes pleading, she had never seen him this timid.

‘She can get drinks in a minute, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced, my name is Klaus Mikealson.’ 

Klaus held out his hand for her to take, and if Damon had not been acting so strange she would not have thought twice about taking it. He was perfectly charming. However, he also gave the impression that this introduction was not merely optional, so with a deep breath and one last look into Damon’s beseeching gaze, she connected her hand with his.

‘Y/N Walker.’ She said simply, not wanting to grant Klaus any more than this.

‘You look lovely this evening, Y/N.’ 

She felt his eyes look her up and down, measuring her and when his gaze promptly halted on her upper left arm dread washed over her being like a torrent. He lifted his hand once more, moving the fabric of her sleeve upward. The body tape she had carefully placed had seemingly come undone.

‘An interesting tattoo…’ He spoke his words inquisitively, though a divergence in his tone told the young Winchester that he knew exactly what it was. Klaus’s grip shifted to above her elbow as he turned to Damon, 

‘A hunter… you brought a hunter into our midst.’ Damon took a step back from him, a feeble attempt at getting closer to the girl, but it was redundant. After months of no detection, Y/N could hardly believe her cover could be thrown so easily, by something so negligible. Klaus quickly pulled Y/N towards him and placed his hand under her chin as if in a caress, but the seething look in his eyes told her it was anything but.

‘This isn’t personal, love, consider it housekeeping. I prefer to keep my town hunter-free.’ 

His other hand cut into her chest, like a hot knife through butter, a feat she did not believe possible. She looked down at her body, her stunning crimson gown growing a darker red beneath his hand and acknowledged what she had known from the moment he had seen her tattoo, Klaus was a vampire, and she was going to die. He had chastised Damon for bringing a hunter with him, and she could think of only one reason why. All along, her intuition had been right and she had deluded herself into thinking otherwise; all because she loved him. As she looked into the harrowed expression contorting his features, she considered for a moment that maybe he had loved her back; but none of it mattered now.

The taste of blood on her tongue was accompanied by the appearance of a searing white-hot pain now strewing through her chest. It was agony like she had never known. Pain she would not wish on her worst enemy. 

Y/N knew she could not survive this. Dark spots replaced all colour as her vision began to recede, and her knees collapsed beneath her. Before the world could fade completely the pressure of Klaus's hand disappeared, followed by a crash opposite them; she imagined Damon must have torn him from her, as she was now being held up by his shaking arms. She opened her eyes long enough to spy all her closest friends making their way towards them, the commotion must have caught their attention.

Their faces were grim but unsurprised, and she wondered dejectedly how many of them were in on this secret. How could she be so out of touch? To not suspect her own friends? They made their way straight to Klaus, to restrain him, she presumed.

The world blurred fast around her and for a fleeting moment, she let herself believe that this was the end. But with the feeling of a cool breeze shifting her hair, she realised she was being moved. Towering trees enwreathed her peripheral and her rapid breath turned to white vapour in the air. Damon, hands quivering, placed Y/N delicately on the damp forest floor as though she would break at the slightest touch.

‘No… Y/N…’ Damon winced, it was the most dreadful sound she had heard. He was hurting. She forced her eyes open to look at him and immediately wished she had not. 

Black veins appeared beneath the eyes she had come to adore, but they were no longer the pale blue shade she loved, the whites had turned red and inhumane. He lifted his wrist to his mouth which, to the young hunter's horror, had formed fangs and made a small gash. Y/N pressed her eyes shut again; she did not want to believe it. She felt Damon clutch onto her jaw, and despite forcing it open, his touch was benign, as though he worried she would disappear under his grasp. 

She tried to close her mouth, she understood what he was doing, but her attempt was futile; he was too strong.

‘Please Y/N… You need to drink this… Please. ’ He shook her shoulders in desperation and she felt her whole body moving with his disruption, the pain in her chest intensifying. She told herself the pain was a good thing, it meant she was alive. He forced her jaw wider trying to force down his blood; she was not cooperating. Sobs quaked in his chest as he persisted in his pleading,

‘Please Y/N, I’m trying to help… Please.’ His weeps were gut-wrenching, and despite everything she had learned, what she now knew about him, she still did not want to hear him hurt like this. She stopped struggling and let the awful, hot, liquid pass her lips. 

Her affliction receded and the relief was beyond anything she had ever experienced. The heavy state of stupor Y/N had just been under seemed to subside immediately. She lifted her hand to examine her chest and its stark bareness unsettled her; as though everything that had happened since she met Klaus had been nothing but a horrendous nightmare. But then she discerned that blood had defiled her stunning gown, beneath where his hand had been. Klaus had tried to take her heart, but no such wound was in sight; she felt sick.

Damon had healed her; he was a vampire.

‘Damon… you…’ She started but Damon grabbed her head and pulled her in for a desperate kiss, his tears mixing with the blood on her cheeks. All at once, the world fell away and the sole thing she cared about was the blue-eyed man before her. But all too soon, with a relieved exhale, he broke their kiss and placed his forehead against hers holding either side of her face tenderly.

‘You’re okay… you’re okay…’ The words were directed at Y/N but it sounded like he was reassuring himself, like he was trying to convince himself she was truly there.

‘I thought you were… I thought…’  He mumbled, she cut him off,

‘I’m fine Damon, I’m okay… I promise.’ She whispered.

It was at this moment that the full events of the day struck her. She recalled all her late father’s lessons, everything she had learnt from him to make her the hunter she is today. And despite all these lessons, and all his warnings, she loves Damon; she loves a vampire.

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PART FOUR OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of a dead body. Mentions of Murder. Words: 2,724k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >

The faint light of a street lamp shone through the limpid drapes of the modest motel Y/N Winchester had called home for nearly four months. Upon opening her eyes, a feeling of apprehension settled in her stomach; today was the day of The Founder’s Ball, and the idea of Damon being her date both thrilled her and left her stricken. She had still not shaken the possibility of Damon being a vampire, albeit trying desperately not to entertain the thought.

She had hoped to sleep in this morning, though it seemed her body had other plans. Sighing, she turned over and glanced at the cheap alarm clock on her bedside, squinting at its bright red glow.

It was 3:46 a.m. 

She wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep, but she knew she had better things to do with her time. Icy air pricked her skin as she heaved the heavy canvas quilt off her body. As her hands abraded over her bare arms, trying to create some form of heat, Y/N shuffled over to the thermostat, involuntarily shivering when the temperature of the room, glowing blue on the small screen, met her eyes. She bumped it up five degrees, cursing the extra cost it would induce on her already unaffordable room tab. 

To successfully lead a life of hunting, financial fraudulence and deceit were a necessity. Usually, this would not have been an issue; Y/N possessed many fake cards with false names. However, quite suspiciously, she recently discovered that each of these cards, one by one, had become unusable and ceased to work. Y/N concluded, quite disgruntled, that this would have been her brothers' work. She supposed they were trying to draw her out of hiding. 

Luckily, obtaining false money was not a foreign practice for her; her brothers did not know this. The small sum she had managed to acquire would have to do for now. 

Y/N drew back the sheer drapes enough for her eyes to peer through, beside her building shone an old flickering neon sign, proclaiming the service station adjacent to her was open. Satisfied, the corner of her mouth turned up; she had wanted a coffee very much and there was no time like the present. While shrugging on her hoodie, which she had permanently borrowed from Dean, Y/N noted dejectedly that its smell of gunpowder and motor oil left her feeling homesick. Maybe she missed her brothers more than she let on. But she knew now was not the time to wallow in sadness. 

She collected her keys and walked out of the door, locking it behind her. 

The thunderstorms Mystic Falls had experienced in the previous three days had been bordering apocalyptic; Y/N, much to her vexation, had spent the entirety of the storm boarded up in her quaint motel room, wishing uselessly that she had not been rained in.

The young hunter had found herself restless. A 19-year-old girl named Amelia had gone missing in the area. Although the circumstances surrounding her disappearance were labelled as suspicious by authorities, apparently, it had not yet been long enough to presume her dead. Y/N wished her assumptions were not always so grim, but her uncanny pastime forced her to be pragmatic.

Realistically, going missing in this town meant she was most likely dead or hidden away as a blood-thirsty monster. 

Y/N could not decide what was a better fate for the poor girl. 

The Winchester thought that she at least deserved to have someone look for her, to make sure she was not still out there, even if what she expected to find was a harsh caricature of who Amelia once was. And the town authorities did not seem to think their services were necessary. 

Y/N knew what she was attempting to do was nearly impossible. Alone, she could not search the area needed to uncover a hidden corpse, and it was not exactly a chore where she could enlist the help of her friends. Nonetheless, she found herself trekking through the tenacious sludge the rain had left in its wake; her socks damp and toes stinging from the cold. She understood that she did not have all the time in the world; the impending doom the evening’s ball left looming over her shoulders had her shivering deeper than the frosty morning ether. However, she persisted anyway. 

Two and a half hours had passed when Y/N spied something out of the ordinary, and she could not believe her luck. 

The young girl cringed slightly; she knew thinking of it as "luck" was a bit distasteful. 

A rectangular concave of sodden earth could be seen under a scattering of leaves. Its shallow trenches with water congregating inside told Y/N the sunken ground had been caused by the rain, though its distinct shape still clashed with the surrounding natural terrain. A feeling of uneasiness settled in her stomach; she was almost sure of what she would find underneath. The burial probably would have been well concealed had it not been for the unbridled downpour of water.

Another half hour had passed before Y/N had completely uncovered the body from its prison of earth. Her nose wrinkled; the pungent smell of decay, now swarming the air. The young hunter had experienced no shortage of death in her lifetime, but the sight of the girl before her, lying bloated and green had Y/N staring through glassy eyes. This girl was younger than her. Her parents, no doubt, would be waiting, in anguish, for her to return home. Desperately anticipating a reunion that will never occur. Y/N quickly swallowed against a lump in her throat. Trying not to let her tears spill. 

The most wicked part of this, Y/N thought, is that they will never get any closure. Mystic Falls’ authorities, so closely entwined with the vampire-aware council, already knew she was a lost cause. That is why they were not looking for her.

She reached out with a shaking gloved hand and tried to turn her chin gently to the side, the rigour mortis had not yet subsided, making it more difficult. However, she found what she wanted. Two little puncture marks barely visible on the slimey distended skin confirmed what she already knew.

This girl was murdered by a vampire right under her nose. How were they eluding her so effortlessly?

Y/N decided she would not rebury her, but rather send a message to the negligent authorities. She was confident that they were completely infiltrated by the town council and knew her message would reach the right ears. 

She opened her backpack and got the supplies for a note; she knew she was acting both rashly and carelessly, but something needed to be done. 

With her still-gloved hands she tore a page she knew she had never touched from her notebook and began to scribble  

Dear whoever reaches her first,

I’ve decided to take responsibility for these “animal killings” myself. Given no one seems as if they are capable or care enough to do the right thing.

Y/N weighed her note down with a nearby stone a couple metres right of the burial, she then grabbed her golden lighter from her pocket and some accelerant she had in her backpack. The dampness of the area made for a difficult task, but eventually, the macabre burial was engulfed in roaring flames. Y/N tossed her shovel on top as well as her notebook and pen, knowing it would not do for any of this to be found and watched satisfied as the items crumbled to near nothing. 

After her belongings and the girl were burnt beyond recognition, she gathered some green leaves and piled them onto the blaze. She did not have much time to leave given any moment the leaves would begin to smoulder and billow up into the sky. She did not want to be anywhere near the area when the suspicious smoke was investigated. With tears still thick in her eyes she turned and hurried away.

The short drive to Caroline’s house in the early afternoon had been nerve-racking, never before had she experienced an event of this stature, and to say she was nervous would be a gross understatement. Caroline had been safekeeping her gown, neither girl thought the ornate garment should have spent its time hanging in the dingy motel Y/N currently called home. Caroline also insisted on doing the young Winchester’s makeup, declaring that Y/N’s modest gathering of supplies simply would not do.

The Winchester had spent a good hour scrubbing her body vigorously from head to toe. She had been covered in a thick layer of grime from her early morning escapade, and she had to make sure she was pristine and perfect for Caroline’s audience. 

She stalked tentatively up the front steps, and with barely enough time to lift her hand to knock, the door had already begun to swing open, a grinning Caroline on the other side, with pearly whites on full display. Her smile almost sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine. 

‘You don’t know how much I’ve been looking forward to this.’ Caroline reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling Y/N along with more force than she thought her capable of. Finally, they halted in front of a mirror and Caroline had Y/N by the shoulders impelling her into a vanity chair. 

‘So… What's the plan?’ Caroline spoke causally once Y/N stopped struggling against her and settled into the seat. 

‘Well… Caroline… I don’t know…’ She rolled her eyes at Y/N’s lacklustre response.

‘Why did I see that coming from a mile away? Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.’ Caroline spoke as though she were burdened by this fact, but Y/N knew that she would love the opportunity to use her as a real-life doll. 

Y/N decided very quickly that she did not like people doing her makeup. She sneezed when her face was dabbed with powder. Her eyes prickled and watered uncontrollably when Caroline attempted to coat her lashes in mascara and ended up having to put it on herself only to be scornfully slapped when she got it on her eyelid that Caroline had spent ten minutes blending colourful eyeshadow to perfection.

If she had a dollar for every time Caroline had scolded her, she could afford a luxurious holiday across Europe.

Nevertheless, by the time Caroline had finished with her, not only was her face veiled in a modest yet flattering coat of makeup, but her nails glistened in a deep blood-like crimson; Y/N was fortunate that they already had a decent length to them albeit needing some desperate shaping. Caroline had Y/N sit completely still with her hands placed before her on the table, she was not going to let anything like the mascara fiasco occur again. Meanwhile, Caroline had also taken the time to place Y/N’s hair in an elegant coiffure. She looked simply stunning. 

‘You've done brilliantly’ Y/N’s smile was earnest,

‘Well, I’d take all the credit, but you don’t look half bad on your own’

Y/N ducked her head, feeling betrayed by the burning in her cheeks.

‘Thank you’ She muttered.

As Y/N waited the rest of the time needed for her nails to cure, Caroline put herself together so quickly it was astonishing. And now, she too, looked drop-dead gorgeous. After checking if her polish had set and nodding when satisfied, Caroline spoke up,

‘We haven’t got ages, Damon will be here to get you soon.’ Y/N could tell Caroline was trying to play nice but she could not completely hide her resentment as she voiced his name.

‘I suppose it’s time for our dresses!’ She continued, quickly leaving the room and entering again, holding garment bags above her head.

Y/N would be lying if she said she was not excited, she had not seen her dress since Caroline had whisked it away to her house. Y/N grabbed the dress and fled for the bathroom. 

As she zipped back the bag, careful not to snag any fabric, she was once again taken by its beauty. The crimson skirt of chiffon flowed like a sea of blood, the expensive velvet bodice holding tiny details of flowers barely visible to the human eye. The gown, while contemporary, held hallmarks of an old Victorian frock; Y/N’s memory had not done it justice. A smaller bag next to the dress held her accompanying gloves and jewellery. 

She slid the gown over her body with unparalleled care and spent a good few minutes bringing the zip up to her mid-back, it was a harder task than she had anticipated and she considered asking Caroline for help, though, she could hear a hushed conversation from the room she had just left. Y/N was certain Damon had arrived and she was not about to walk out half-dressed. After fasting her necklace and pulling the gloves to reach just over her elbows, she smoothed out the ornate fabric of the skirt while taking a deep breath. 

She looked at her profile in the mirror.

The woman casting back in the reflection looked like a stranger to her. She seemed as though she came from another world; a better one. Y/N never could have guessed that this lady spent her time hunting monsters, eating cheap, greasy takeout and sleeping in dilapidated motel rooms. Never would she have fathomed this woman had spent the earlier part of her day burning the corpse of a murdered girl. 

The lady before her should belong to a lavish home with every sumptuous possession she could dream up. If only that were the case.

This time Y/N looked at her reflection critically.

This would be the first time she had seen Damon since investigating the town’s archives and she had not completely convinced herself that Damon was not a vampire. On the other hand, she knew there was absolutely nothing that could be done at this moment, so she inhaled deeply in a redundant attempt to quell her nerves and exited the bathroom. 

She could swear her heartbeat would be heard for miles.

In the middle of the living room, he stood in a fitted black suit, with a rose of deep crimson attached at the collar. It matched her dress so perfectly she considered for a moment that it was not a coincidence. When she reached his eyes she spied that his jaw was left agape. Though quickly, as if attempting not to look caught by surprise he twisted his mouth into a lopsided grin. She tried not to appear smug at his obvious admiration, though she was sure her expression betrayed her. Suddenly, she was quite aware she no longer felt nervous.

‘Y/N, you look stunning.’ He spoke fervently, she felt her complacent expression rapidly shift to one of abash and when she said nothing he continued,

‘I brought you these, I thought they would suit your dress’ He held up a bouquet of the same flowers on his suit jacket and looked at Caroline, who had been lurking in the corner, knowingly. They had not been a coincidence.

‘Thank you, Damon, they’re lovely.’ 

Caroline offered to place them in a vase to keep them fresh while they spent the night out, when she left for the kitchen Damon stepped closer. He grabbed both her hands and stared intensely into Y/N’s eyes. She was sure he was trying to dazzle her, and it was working.

‘We can leave now, Caroline’s getting a lift from Elena.’ Y/N only nodded, her mouth agape, just as his had been. He began to draw her towards the front door and she barely had enough time to pull herself together and call over her shoulder,

‘See you soon Caroline. Thank you for your help!’

Damon opened the passenger door of his 1969 Chevy Camaro and gestured for her to take a seat. He ended up needing to help shove the fabric of her puffy skirt into the foot space, Y/N giggling as it continued to billow out from the door. After what seemed like ten minutes, Damon finally settled into the driver’s side and started the engine. 

As they sped down the street leading to the lavish venue of the ball she realised that in Damon’s presence she no longer worried about vampires, hunters and missing persons. She could not have foreseen the effect he had on her considering her unwelcome suspicions of him.

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PART THREE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,064k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >

Monsters consumed her entire world; Y/N thought of them every day and in every moment. She would watch people as she passed them on the street and wonder if they harboured any grim secrets; monsters were considerably more common than one would expect. However, there was a time when this was not the case. As a young girl, she never fully understood why her family moved from motel to motel, never finding a home to settle in. 

She and her brothers would stay in the shabby rooms, watching cartoons as their father disappeared for hours, only to return covered in grime and blood. Eventually, Dean joined in on these late-night escapades and soon after, Sam. They held hushed conversations over old-looking journals Y/N was never allowed to see. 

She had never known anything different; it came alongside her life of greasy diners and dingy mattresses.

However, she had always known that something was wrong. Even at a young age, she was bright enough to know that normal fathers did not teach their children how to wield knives and set traps. And they definitely did not pass their six-year-old children handguns. Her small hands and feeble arms barely able to hold on as it recoiled.

On the morning of her eleventh birthday, her father had taken her to an old friend, saying she needed a specific tattoo and that he would not ask questions. The young girl was shocked. Y/N knew this was not regular for kids her age; she supposed they were only for grownups. However, looking back, she recalled her brothers receiving them as well. Her father hushed and comforted her as she cried in his arms; the pain was like nothing she had ever experienced. When she drew back from his embrace, upon her upper left arm was now a star, enclosed by a circle of black, simple flames. Her father had told her that 'it was a small amount pain for a lifetime of protection from things that would hurt her'. She shuddered when she thought of what these 'things' might be. 

However, by her next birthday, she no longer had to wonder. Y/N would never forget the day she learnt about the frightening past-times of her family. It was a turning point in her life, something she could never change, no matter how many times since that moment she wished she could.

The tires of the Impala had rolled noisily over the gravel of the dimly lit car park. The motel's neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow across its sleek, black metal as John Winchester pulled out onto the barren street. Inside the room, the air was palpable. Y/N remembered every detail of the night perfectly. The smell of old books and gun oil mingled with the acrid tang of old manchester. She recalled how the walls seemed to sag under the weight of time, the air thick with the scent of dampness and decay. She was supposed to be alseep as her adolescent brothers, Sam and Dean, sat hunched over a precarious table, staring fixedly at a map.

Across the room, Y/N lied on her side, back turned and clutching the pillow with white-knuckled fingers. Her eyes were wide, staring unblinkingly at the peeling wallpaper of the motel, the thump of her pounding heart reaching her ears. 

Y/N Winchester, the youngest of the three, had always had a lingering suspicion that her family was disparate from that of a regular household. Their late-night departures and whispered conversations had all hinted at something dark, something they deliberately withheld from her. 

But as she listened to the low humming of their voices, her whole world had unravelled. Monsters, demons, and things ‘that went bump in the night’ were real. And her family hunted them.

Dean's voice broke, brueque and urgent, breaking her from her spiralling thoughts. 

‘We've got a lead on a group of vampires, Sammy. Pack your bags. We’ll leave in the morning.’ Sam nodded, his gaze fixed on the map. 

Y/N's breath hitched. Vampires? She had always believed they were creatures of folklore and myth, the subjects of peoples’ nightmares. But suddenly, the reality of this fact became true for her. Had she not seen her father carve out intricate stakes? And replace the bullets in his guns with wooden alternatives? She had been too young to give any of these details consideration. Though as Y/N lay in the bleak corner of the room, absorbing the information her brothers had unknowingly disclosed, she felt remarkably obtuse.

Y/N sat up and allowed her consciousness to become known to her brothers. 

Her voice had shaken, fear entwined between each syllable. ‘Vampires?’

She had wanted to say more, but her words caught in her throat. 

Both heads snapped up, surprise and shock corroding their features. Dean's eyes widened, and he exchanged a quick, concerned glance with Sam.

‘Y/N, you shouldn't be awake,’ Sam had said, his voice holding an edge of distress,

‘No, I need to know,’ Y/N insisted, her hands trembling. ‘What else don’t I know? Why do you do this?’

Dean sighed heavily, the weight of this fretful secret hardening his expression. The brother did not know how their father would react to their carelessness; she should not have found out like this. 

‘Sit down, Y/N. We'll explain.’

As they spoke and described the monsters of this sphere in great detail, Y/N listened, perturbed yet enthralled. Her childish, insular world expanded with each revelation; the bleakness that her family fought against was far more vast than she had any right to envisage. 

The creatures from her childhood nightmares were real; her father and brothers took it upon themselves to eradicate these fiends.

As days bled into nights, the Impala sped down highways and quiet country roads, carrying the Winchesters from one hunt to the next as it always had, only now, Y/N knew why. She observed and learned, engrossed in every piece of information they shared. 

Her father had attempted to teach her how to wield a gun many years prior, though he eventually gave up, her negligent demeanour discouraging. But with the threat of monsters now a burden upon her shoulders, Y/N reconsidered her juvenile disinterest and learned to fire a gun. She allowed the recoil to sting her palms until callouses formed. 

She memorised incantations, reciting them like a mantra to banish unwelcome spectres. Once a foreign language, the lore became familiar, etched into her memory like the back of her hand.

As weeks turned into months, which then rolled into years, Y/N’s alteration became undeniable; she was a hunter. 

Her knowledge was vast; her determination and resolve were unyielding. Yet, she would always be the neonate of the Winchester clan, never a hunter in her own right.

This fact was the catalyst for her departure to Mystic Falls.

Y/N Winchester hardly believed that a single town could have such a vast history of misfortune; why did this small quaint community hold such an aptitude for catastrophe? Vampires, Witches and Werewolves were just a few of the creatures that Y/N was sure stalked the streets of Mystic Falls, and with all of the disasters claiming innocent lives, she was almost certain that the uncanny town had its fair share of ghosts as well. 

Over the decades, Mystic Falls' history bore witness to many tribulations. Tragedies were not at all uncommon for the abnormal town. Yet its reputation as a charming, radiant community still proceeded it. Y/N had to admit that maybe the council was more successful than she gave it credit for, only not successful enough for her hunters’ disposition.

She found it most curious that the Lockwood family, from what she could discern, had seemingly been cursed with lycanthropy for generations, and despite this, still participated in the council’s hunting of vampires. 

Y/N’s research led her to Civil Hall, which housed the incredibly grim and macabre Founder’s archives. 

Beginning in the early 19th century, the Founding Families, including the Salvatores, Lockwoods, Gilberts, Forbes, and Fells, laid the foundation for the thriving community of Mystic Falls. Their historical influence reverberated through the town's architecture, traditions and the very spirit that defined it. Y/N found that each family brought a unique facet to the tapestry of Mystic Falls. They built homes, a school, and a place of worship. As the seasons passed, Mystic Falls flourished, its streets lined with elms, its gardens ablaze with vibrant blossoms and the town square; a bustling hub of commerce and camaraderie.

Amidst this idyllic setting, the Founding Families recognized the coexistence of the supernatural world alongside their own, understanding that the existence of these paranormal fiends could not be known by the greater population. So they established the Town Council, set on eradicating these monsters from their picturesque town. Under their leadership and protection, the Council became the linchpin of Mystic Falls' unique social fabric. And although they attempted to cover the town’s dark secret with reports of ordinary things, it was a delicate balance and one that required vigilance and discretion. However, the holes in their stories did not go unnoticed by the young Winchester.

She had found that in 1864 during the Civil War, Confederate Soldiers had fired on Fell’s Church, believing the establishment had been harbouring weapons. Twenty-Seven people were killed. However, this report did not sit well with Y/N; its contents held many hallmarks of the recent ‘animal killings’. To the young hunter, it sounded like a coverup. 

Y/N travelled to the forsaken church nonetheless, bearing an EMF Meter and salt. She was unsurprised to find that the building held no signs of the odious spirits you would expect. Though, beneath its old withering structure, lay an abandoned tomb; Y/N shivered, wondering what had been inside it.

Y/N was sure to return to the archives in Civil Hall as there was too much to look at in one session. And upon her second trip, she uncovered something that left her feeling uneasy. In storage were artifacts from a heritage display recently held by the Founder’s Council; within said display was a registry listing the names of the guestlist for the original Founder’s event. 

The document had read,

'The Founding Families of Mystic Falls, Virginia welcome you to the inaugural Founders Council Celebration on this, the twenty-fourth of September in the year Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Four.'

Her gloved fingers skimmed down the old parchment until she reached a name written in an even, ornate scrawl. She felt her heart beating in her throat, 

'Damon Salvatore'

No, she thought, he couldn’t be…

She hollowly noted the name of his brother 'Stefan Salvatore' stetched onto the aged paper as well. Y/N, heart sinking, recalled her initial suspicion of Damon on the night they met; she had felt saddened by the idea of him being a monster. Though, she had quickly ridiculed these ideas as she learnt of his surname. Y/N dejectedly reminisced Caroline’s warnings, and suddenly, she heard them in a new light. 

'Y/N, he’s bad news; how many times do I have to tell you before the message sinks in?'

Y/N had thought Caroline’s dislike for Damon was due to some trivial gossip. Though was it possible her admonitions hinted at something much more sinister?

She shook her head as if trying to banish unwelcome thoughts; once again, she concluded that she must be overreacting. He hailed from a Founding Family; they did not take matters of the supernatural lightly. And besides, she had heard him talk of the animal killings with the sheriff herself. He could not be a vampire. 

Perhaps these people on the registry had been namesakes for the brothers? Surely, in a community that valued its heritage so much, it would not be unusual to be named for your late ancestors? And as a hunter, how could her instincts be so wrong? So out of touch? 

Y/N Winchester had not yet fallen in love with the blue-eyed man, though with each conversation and interaction, Y/N knew falling in love would be as easy as the phrase proposed; as effortless as falling down. 

No, she thought, this time more confident, he couldn’t be. 

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