Thana Sephtis was considered an abomination. She wasn't supposed to exist. A product of a powerful witch and the fallen angel himself. Her existence alone threatens the existence of everyone. One snap and she can destroy worlds. And she alone can tr...
The Princess of hell was known to be quite impatient when it comes to certain things. Yet here she was, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed as her best friend for eighty-six years chose an outfit. "Oh! Who is this guy? Safari Sam?" Alaric, who was possessed by her soon to be hybrid friend exclaimed.
"Okay, bad or badder?" He held up two shirts to the nephilim and the vampire doppelganger. "The darker one will suit you." The nephilim pointed at the shirt. "Thank you Thana. Okay, pop quiz. The dagger and white ash are in the Salvatore's possession, correct?" The original turned to the vampire.
"The dagger was used to kill Elijah. You'll find him in the basement of the Salvatore house." The girl explained detailedly. "Okay, that dagger needs to stay exactly where it is. The last thing I need to do is resurrect Elijah. Oh, that guy is a buzzkill." The original groaned. "Anything else?" "You're in the outs with your girlfriend, Jenna."
"Right, Elena's aunt. For all the lies about Isobel. What else?" The doppelganger stayed silent. "Thana." The nephilim moved away from the wall and to the vampire. The doppelganger grunted as the nephilim put her hands on the sides of her head. The Nephilim's eyes burned gold as she went inside the female vampires head.
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"They're looking for a way to kill an original without a dagger. The Bennet witch has the power of a hundred dead witches." The nephilim released the vampire once she found nothing else. "Thank you, love."
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"Tell me why I'm here?" The nephilim was on the phone with the soon to be hybrid as she walked the empty halls of Mystic Falls High School. "Well, love, you are my escape plan. As soon as I kill the Bennet witch, you'll stop them from killing the history teacher." The nephilim rolled her eyes. "Would they really hurt their beloved friend slash guardian?"
"Well Damon Salvatore is known to be quite the impulsive one. We can never be too prepared." The nephilim made a face as she sighed. "Alright, just hurry up. I never liked the sixties and I don't remember a lot of it. Which is why I don't think that my outfit is even era appropriate. Other than that I don't like what I'm wearing so make haste." The nephilim hung up.
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"I just had to get away from that dance. The sixties, ugh, not my decade. Isn't it Thana?" The nephilim appeared behind the teacher. "It really wasn't Nik. The twenties were better. The style, the parties, the jazz." The Bennet witch sucked in a breath. The dark haired woman beside Alaric was radiating with power.
It was overwhelming and comforting, yet it had a dark and dangerous feeling to it. "Alaric are you on vervain? What did you do to him?" The human doppelganger directed the former question towards the raven beauty. "Now, why would you ask that question?" The nephilim raised a perfectly plucked brow at the doppelganger.
"He's being compelled." The doppelganger whispered. "And there goes my hope of you being just a tad bit as smart as Katherine." The Nephilim's British accent showed. "Nope. Try again." The possessed history teacher smiled evilly at the two. "What's going on?" The doppelganger asked, not picking up that Alaric is Klaus. "Okay, I'll give you a hint. I'm not Alaric."
"Klaus." The doppelganger breathed out in fear. "Surprise!" Klaus yells with fake enthusiasm. "Oh, no. No, it's not possible." The doppelganger shook her head in denial. "I didn't think you were this stupid you know. I mean your friend is a witch who can pop anyone's blood vessels any time." The nephilim moved her hands around.
"What makes you think possession is impossible?" The nephilim sighed dramatically. "Your ancestors must be so ashamed." The nephilim faked a sympathetic expression before it turned cold with an evil smirk in a second. "Enough Thana. Relax Elena, you're not on my hitlist tonight." He turned to the Bennet witch. "But you are."
Alaric lunged at the witch as the Nephilim's eyes glowed gold and her veins began to glow white. Her adrenaline and excitement made her grace glow with power. "This is going to be fun." The nephilim had a smirk on her face as her and her bestfriend for eight decades walked towards the cafeteria to corner the witch.
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Alaric/Klaus was sitting on a chair, knife in hand as the nephilim stood behind him. The Bennet witch entered the cafeteria with a look of confidence, but the the hybrids saw through her act. "What took you so long." The male smirked at her. "Now, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?" The Bennet witch answered by breaking his wrist. "The hard way got it."
The male stands up, not wincing as his wrist was being healed by the nephilim. The witch continued to tear him apart whilst the nephilim continuously patched him up. "What? You'd kill your favorite history teacher?" The original asked with an evil smirk on his face. "It's what Alaric would want. And he'd want you to suffer first." Blood dripped from her nose. "Look at you. Is that all you got?" The original noticed the blood. "Let's find out"
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As the Bennet witch continued to use her magic to hurt Alaric, the nephilim always patched him up in just a few seconds without even batting an eye. And when the witch had noticed that the original wasn't healing because of the protection spell but because of her. She tore a table apart and aimed it at the nephilim.
But of course, it was futile. The Nephilim's gold eyes snapped to the stake and it immediately burst into ashes. The Bennet witch was horrified. Even with the power of a hundred witches, she'd never be able to do that without uttering a spell. She snapped out of it when she heard Elena and Stefan call for her.
The Nephilim's eyes travelled to the doors of the cafeteria, and it immediately slammed shut. The Nephilim's focus went back to patching up her bestfriend as the doppelganger and ripper continued to scream and bang on the doors. The Bennet witch turned to the doppelganger with a weak smile before dropping into a small pool of blood that dripped from her a while ago.
The nephilim and the possessed teacher disappeared afterwards. Like they never were really there.
