𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓊𝓅 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒?
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𝒜𝓂 𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊?
A girl is reborn into a new body after a rather gruesome death.
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"1918 single malt?"
Klaus smirked, plucking the bottle out of the vampire hand with a glint in his eye. Savannah sent a little wave of magic into the hidden room and made it look like a heart, then broke it in half and let it fade away like fairy dust. Henrik rolled his eyes when he felt it, knowing that she's probably being a smartass in some way or scared an occupant and flicked her forehead.
"What was that for, you prick?" She rubbed in between her eyes, distantly hearing Loki's snickers. "Quit being a bitch. Let's go, before my brother leaves us behind."
"Sir, yes, sir." She saluted. "Don't disrespect your elders." He flicked her forehead again, making her pout and roll her eyes.
"Technically I'm 41. In this body, I turned 18 in June so..... yeah, 41." She counted on her fingers. She had told Henrik most of the truth while they were on the other side; however, he isn't aware that there is a God in her head.
"I still got you beat by... uh... one-thousand.....seventy three??? years???" He took a minute to add up the centuries, but eventually got it.
"The math is mathing." Savannah shrugged, sitting in the back seat again so she can converse with Henrik on the way to the warehouse.
Inside the apartment, Elena was panicking. She wasn't aware that Savannah was resurrected, or the fact that she was getting all "buddy-buddy' with Klaus. So after waiting a few minutes to make sure that the group was gone, she stumbled out of the room and called Damon.
"Damon's BDSM shop, sorry everyone else is a little tied up at the moment, is there anything i can help you with you, bad, bad girl?" He spoke sarcastically through the phone.
"Damon, Savannah is alive."
"Yeah? I know. 40 scented candles arrived in her name at my house this morning before we left."
"No, you don't get it." The brunette paced the room, wringing her fingers through her hair. "She's alive, and here... With Klaus and Stefan. They seemed to have another friend with them. They were here in the apartment. Stefan saw me. Savannah pulled something, but she knew I was here. She didn't say anything about it though. Neither did Stefan."
"So Klaus never saw you?"
"No."
"Then why are you calling me?" He asked boredly. The doppelganger stopped abruptly in her pacing, pulling a face at the question. "You don't care?! They know that I'm alive and could spill to Klaus, or they could come back and kill me at any moment!" She summarized.
"Not particularly, no. You forced yourself into my car, I'm just here to make sure Sparky and Stef are okay so Lexi doesn't murder me." On the other end of the phone, Damon was rolling his eyes at Elena. Of course she would make things about her. Klaus knows she's alive, but he doesn't care. Hell, Savannah outright told them all that Bonnie was going to bring her back before the ritual even began. So why does she feel the need to press herself into the situation? She has a life to live, Stefan just won't be in it.
