She may be the youngest, but she'd be damned if she's the weakest.
Brynn Mikaelson doesn't want much out of life. She spends her days in New Orleans with her best friends and stays out of the way of her older siblings.
But when she gets called to...
✨ "i moved on for the better, you moved on to whoever - SZA"✨
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Brynn doesn't mind funerals. Sure, it sucks that people died, but if she is being completely honest, she doesn't care as long as it wasn't the few people she cared about.
And she certainly doesn't care about the people who kidnapped her sister.
Maybe it is a little sadistic, but she liked watching people realize that the person they loved was gone. In a world as cruel as this one, it was enjoyable to watch the dead get attention that they didn't get while they were alive. Brynn grew up thinking that you only mattered when you died; people felt obligated to feel bad for you when you're no longer here, but by then it's too late. The damage has already been done and there's nothing they can do to fix it.
Okay, so maybe it is a little more than sadistic. But it was true.
Brynn had found herself a spot in the back of the church. She didn't want to sit with Elena and her friends because even though her and Elena had gotten closer, she still didn't feel accepted into their inner circle yet. And honestly, Brynn doesn't know if she wanted to be.
She leans back against the wall, phone in hand as she texts Isaiah. She still feels like a bitch for hanging up on him yesterday, even though her sister got kidnapped by some crazy pastor, whose funeral she was now attending.
Surely he'd understand. . .
"Come on up, Elena." Brynn looks up to see Elena standing up.
What is she doing? She is still fragile from all the blood drinking.
While her and Elena were walking to the church, she had finally admitted to the Original that she had tried Damon's blood, but she couldn't keep it down. Now that surprised her because she felt a little pinch of pain where her heart should be.
Surely she isn't jealous of Elena and Damon. Elena is dating Stefan and Damon has made it clear he's interested in Brynn. . . Hasn't he?
She alternates between looking at Elena and texting Isaiah, who has still not responded.
Dammit.
She sighs, stuffing her phone in the small clutch purse she bought that matched her designer black dress.
What? Just because she was at a funeral didn't mean she didn't have to look good. She wasn't the one dead.
She watches Elena but before she started speaking, an arm sneaks around her waist and pulls her aside, dragging her through the doors of the church and into the lobby.
