'History is like a ghost. It is as dead as alive' - Kedar Joshi
Amara. Tatia. Katerina. Elena.
But what if there was another, a fourth shadow self.
This is their story.
Rose (2x08) AU
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Walking up to the derelict house, a masked figure froze, feeling a slight shift in the air. Eyes glowing gold, the masked figure held up a hand, listening for any signs of movement. Suddenly, a masculine voice penetrated the silence,
"I'm gonna carve an extra-large wooden stake, wrap it in vervain, roll it in werewolf venom, and shove it up your freaking..."
"Stiles! How could you?!" Another male voice called out,
"Elias! I swear to God! I gonna - " The first retorted, a growl heard in his tone.
"Oh look! Lex is back." A weary female voice called out, halting the conversion.
"Rowan... Oh. Hey Lex!" The two male voices said, radiating innocence.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Lex yelled, throwing their hands in the air. "I thought you said you'll stay in London!"
"Well... I heard my siblings were undaggered and finally a family again. So here I am!" Another male voice called out. Henrik Mikaelson was his name, the youngest formerly dead Mikaelson sibling.
"Okay, fine. Eliza. Responsible Adult. What's the plan?" Lex turned to the brunette woman leaning against a nearby tree, scrolling through her phone.
"Nope. Not my problem." Said adult replied, looking up, before scrolling through her phone once more.
"So... I was thinking a heist!" Another voice stated into the silence that had crept up on the group.
"Void. What the f-" The group in unison questioned, all staring at Void in utter horror.
