Klaus Mikaelson was the most ruthless, wicked beast to ever live. But he was broken and paranoid and scared. To love. And so was Tegan Lockwood, She was anxious and confused and also scared she didn't want people to see her for the monster she is pa...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Revenge
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
————
Tegan cowered into Klaus's body holding him how he held her when she was in a coma.
She couldn't cry anymore, she wouldn't allow herself to do so.
She picked up her phone from the floor and dialled Elena's number.
"Tegan, I'm so sorry I didn't-." Elena started before Tegan cut her off.
"You will meet me at the address I sent you or so help me god I'll start killing the people you love, maybe I'll start with Jeremy, tick tock Elena." Tegan hung up and grabbed her arrows out of Damon and Stefan's backs before breaking a few bones and walking out of the apartment.
————
She arrived at an old abandoned warehouse that Tegan's family used to own and lay out all of her weapons when the shutters started to open.
"So, you decided to take the safe option?" Tegan asked, her back still turned too Elena.
"Why did you want to meet here?" The doppelgänger asked, looking around at her surroundings that consisted of bloodied walls floors and puncture marks from her weapons.
"I thought it set the scene." Tegan replied, picking up a small knife and turning around to finally face Elena.
"For what?" Elena shrugged, confused as to what Tegan was talking about.
A smirk rose onto Tegan's lips as she played with the knife between her fingers.
"Please take a seat." Tegan gestured to the battered sofa that was placed against a wall.
"Drink?" Tegan held up a glass of whiskey towards Elena who shook her head as a no.
"Why am I here Tegan?" Elena asked, her impatience slipping from her tongue.
