7 | the ritual

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Hearing something that Damon had muttered she scowled arrogantly. "I'll be there on the red carpet, honey." Damon laughed from somewhere in the house. "Right then. I'm sleeping in front of the fireplace, Jenna can have the couch. Stef, wanna help me get some blankets and pillows?" He chuckled and nodded, Elena smiling happily at their friendship.


At least there was some kind of good out of the incredibly stressful day.


. . .


Theia groaned as she heard them talking above her. She had 'somehow' managed to get new clothes, secretly thanks to Damon and now was asleep in shorts and a tank top in front of the lit fireplace, enjoying the warmth.


However, she immediately perked up to listen at the mention of Klaus.


"... We should assume that Klaus is prepared to break the curse."


"Elena said that the sun and moon curse is fake?" Theia turned around, peaking at them from under her cover. Elena stifled a laugh at the sight of her sister. "That it's actually just a curse placed on Klaus?"


Theia poked her head out completely as Elijah spoke. "Klaus is a vampire born of a werewolf bloodline. The curse has kept his werewolf aspect from manifesting."


Theia frowned, "But why? What happened to make someone do something so cruel?" Elijah smiled slightly at her question. "I mean, no wonder he's pissed. I'd be pissed. Well, I wouldn't do all this stuff, but I can understand it, I guess."


Elena started to feel slightly bad for Klaus as she reminded, "But if he breaks it... He'll be a true hybrid."


"Sounds kinda badass, not gonna lie." Theia admitted and shrugged as Damon walked in, throwing one of his black shirts at her.


"Then why are we letting him break the curse? We can kill him today." Damon emphasized as Theia stood up and stretched, her long curls on full display, as well as her toned long legs and her toned stomach.


Everyone looked away from her obviously toned figure, feminine figure. She rolled her eyes. It's not like she was naked or anything.


"Yikes." She muttered as she grabbed her bag. "I'm using your shower, blue eyes."


"Go ahead, curls." She rolled her eyes, walking up the steps into his room and turning on the shower. She smiled when she saw her toiletries already there, getting in the steaming shower with a sigh.

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