Prank Night Fall Out

7. Until Tomorrow

Pairing: Elijah-Kol/Klaus (MM/M) hand

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Klaus' Mansion

Mystic Falls, Virginia, 2010

"Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Es Tas Sue Sasta Nanse, Transum Viso. Mas Tenas Quisa, Nas Metam," Jonas chanted in latin over and over again.

Dr. Jonas Martin didn't know how long he could hold the spell. He was sending his son Luka's astral form into the devil's den to pluck a dagger out of an Original vampire to save his other child.

Greta had always been headstrong, but it wasn't until his wife died, that Greta began to truly rebel. Jonas had always protected his children from dark magic. The lure of it poisoned many a good witch and lead to his or her destruction. But it wasn't even Jonas himself who caught Greta, it was their coven in Boston. She was cast out- forever. The details of what Greta actually did were hazy. They fled in the night to Texas. They started over. His son, Luka, a good boy, only 14...had to start a new life. Then, it happened again. This time, Jonas caught Greta doing sacrificial magic. It wasn't the dead snakes and cats that bothered him, it was the look in her eye. The little girl who loved stray animals had died with her mother, it seemed. They argued. She left. He had a son to protect. But then Dr. Martin got a visitor. A clean cut white man in an impeccably cut suit named Elijah...They made a deal, if the Martins helped Elijah, he would return Greta to them.

Of course, Dr. Martin had no idea, he, too was dealing with the devil.

Luka's form located the correct coffin. He hefted it open and saw the pale man with brown hair.

Using all the psychic force he had, he yanked out the magical dagger. It clattered to the floor with the bang. Luka, in his astral form, winced. He had to get out of here. He started to flee.

"Luka, what are you doing here?" Greta trembled.

"Greta, oh my God, you're alive. Dad wasn't even sure. Are you okay? Where were they holding you?" Luka asked in a rush.

"Holding me? What are you talking about? I wasn't a prisoner!" Greta smiled. Her smile froze as fangs clamped down on her throat from behind. The vampire drained her quickly.

Luka screamed out, "No!" but it was too late. The vampire dropped her body to the ground with a thud.

"Hello, darling. Who are you?" Luka's form fled and the vampire did not chase. Instead, he begun flinging open other coffins in the room and pulling out daggers.

Gilbert Residence

Stefan was frowning as he carefully shut Elena's bedroom door.

"She's finally sleeping. I got her to take some aspirin and she let me put some bruising cream on her backside, but I can tell she's in pain. I never should have left her!" Stefan hissed to Damon and Alaric in the hallway.

Damon gripped Stefan's bicep, "It wasn't your fault, Brother. How the hell would you have known that the ghosts of her psycho grandparents would possess Ric and Jenna? It's ridiculous."

Ric scrubbed his face with his hand, "I can't believe it. The worst part is that I remember doing it. I paddled her. It was my body, but I was not in control. I couldn't stop the ghost, he had full control of me. You know I would never hurt Elena." Ric wanted to punch the wall.

Damon turned to his friend, "Look, Ric. We all know that you would give your life for that girl. If you can forgive me for snapping your neck, she can forgive you for...Buddy, it really wasn't you. I mean, I don't even know how this happened to you."