BOOK 1
No one believes the devil could possibly be real. Not until they see her in person. The rebellious fallen angel had no interest in finding love until she found the matching piece to her unsolved puzzle.
BOOK 1
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"someone will die for this" klaus said as we all look down at the dead body with a cut out symbol written on their forehead.
"remarkably i don't disagree" elijah said, standing back up after getting a close up inspection of the body, "however i would like to know where they learnt such dark magic, i hoped to never see that symbol again".
"what symbol is it?" i ask, klaus looking at me.
"i recall it as the signature of a fool who once stood against us" klaus said, then looked over to elijah, "clearly some upstart witch is salvaging old tricks. i'll do for him as i did the other".
"witch? funny, last night i had an encounter with a little witch only last night" i say, elijah and klaus looking over to me, "don't worry, she was the one who was left sleeping" i shrug.
"diego, when night falls i want you to gather every vampire in the quarter, get me their head of whoever did this and put it on a stick" klaus said in anger.
"yeah, that's gonna be a problem" diego said, making klaus look at him, waiting for his excuse, because of course, how dare anyone say no to klaus mikaelson, "everyone is freaked out, man. we haven't had witches kill vampires in a long time. marcel made sure of that".
"marcel has run off like a scared child" klaus said, a smirk on his face, "you lot are left with me" he said, putting a hand on diego's shoulder.
"now, who of you will fight to defend out home" klaus asked the rest of the vampires, hardly anyone moved even so much of an inch, looking to the floor.
"wimps" i scoff under my breath, "you're all scared of a little battle with some witch bitches?" i ask them, still none of them moved,
"fine, i'll handle this myself" klaus said, heading to walk out of the mikaelson building, everyone watching as he did.
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i sit by myself with a glass of whiskey in front of me, thinking of nothing in particular when a wave of pain battles through me, along with some images. rebekah, she's laid down on the floor with the same symbol on her forehead as the man from earlier this morning, someone's using her for power. then it stops, as if nothing happened.
i was quick to get up and pull out my phone, calling klaus. unsurprisingly he doesn't reply, so i'm stuck with the choice of doing nothing or going out to find him, normally i wouldn't bother but i like the original sister, so i decide against my other thoughts.
