After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know, her coming t...
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black out days-phantogram "and stay away, away, away"
The humid air stuck to her bare limbs as her boots crunched underneath the winding pathway leading them through the Smoky Mountains to the pack of werewolves. Luna had never longed to return to Mystic Falls as much as she had in this moment, Klaus' and Stefan's incessant bickering was as never-ending as the sun that beat down on them.
"Are you okay? Is Ray getting heavy?" Klaus started mockingly over Stefan's shoulder.
"I'm fine." Stefan responded bluntly, his line of sight remaining on the path ahead of them.
"You sure about that?" Klaus continued.
Luna groaned overdramatically, tired of their meaningless conversations. Klaus grinned at the reaction, draping his arm over Luna's shoulder knowing it would aggravate her further, "Get your arm off me or I'll set it on fire." Luna glared at him.
He complied, shifting his antagonization towards the Salvatore brother, "We've been walking for quite some time now. Do you need some water or a little sit-down?"
"You know, I get we're stuck together but if we could maybe just skip the chit-chat, it'd be great." Stefan shot back.
"So much brooding." Klaus started, his voice fading out as he continued to converse with her brother and he focused her hearing on the many sounds echoing through her woods until light chatter and footsteps came to her attention and the smell of blood.
Klaus' voice loudened eventually, hearing him say the pack was nearby. They diverted off the path and moved through the pinewood trees towards the campsite. The Salvatore's walked ahead into their sight, every wolf took notice instantly of one of their own thrown over Stefan's shoulder before he carelessly threw him onto the floor.
Eventually, Klaus' voice loudened and she heard him say they had found the pack. Luna and Stefan went towards the pack. Everyone turned to look at them, taking notice of one of their own over Stefan's shoulder. He carelessly threw Ray onto the ground for the werewolves to see.
"Ray. Oh, my god," A woman said, fear lacing her voice. She ran towards Ray and crouched down to aid him. "What's going on?" She muttered, rising to her feet and assuming a defensive position, "Who are you?" She demanded. Luna shrugged nonchalantly, looking over at her brother who didn't respond.
"The important question is, who am I?" Klaus stepped in, "Please forgive the intrusion. My name is Klaus." The werewolves looked at him fearfully after he introduced himself.
