𝐍𝐘𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ─── kai parker

i. I HATE 1994.

ACT i. who names a kid malachai? it's like they expected me to be evil.
CHAPTER i. ❛ I HATE 1994. ❜

four months earlier

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓—

Hold up. There should definitely not be a bright light when the devil should be expecting a certain huntress in hell.

Opening her eyes, Leila was met with the woods and the feeling of Bonnie's hand still in her own. And as she looked around Mystic Falls seemed almost... peaceful. Maybe this was hell because there was no way in hell the small town was that quiet and sunny.

Letting go of each other's hands, Damon was the first to break the silence. "Huh. That got awkward fast."

"What happened?" Bonnie questioned confusedly as she looked around like Leila had done just a moment ago. "Where are we?"

"I don't know but this is just weird," Leila mumbled as she started wandering out of the woods.

Bonnie followed close behind leaving Damon to hurry after the two girls. "Where are you going? Hey!"

They made it out onto the road where they all stood in the middle of the street inspecting every aspect going on around them. Damon opened his mouth slightly touching his teeth, "Well, I feel a fang. I'm still a vampire. Either I'm a dead vampire or Mystic Falls is no longer magic-free."

Turning away from her friends, Leila spots the Mystic Grill before she does a double-take. "Didn't you just turn that into a crisp along with you and your girlfriend?"

Both turned to see what the huntress was looking at surprised themselves. "Yep, I definitely blew that up about an hour ago."

"Why don't we see any people?" Bonnie continued to inspect the bare town. "If we're still on the Other Side we should at least be able to see the living."