RUNNING ➼ e.mikaelson

𝟭. 𝗥𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱

-IN WHICH she ran
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Grace groaned as she woke in bed. She looked at the clock and saw it was only 5am. She rolled onto her back and sighed. She grabbed her phone and saw a text from Damon:

Damon<3
Wake up little witch
Masquerade ball tonight

Grace
No thank you
I don't want to go

Grace sent the text and sighed. She knew she wanted to help Elena. But she wasn't in the mood for the masquerade party. She didn't want to dress up fancy.

Not when she couldn't help but worry that something was going to happen. Something she didn't want to happen. She groaned as she laid back down. She didn't want to move. Not yet.

Eventually she got out of bed and sighed. Grace had been with Damon and Stefan for as long as she could remember. They were her best friends.

But Stefan had no idea how Grace and Damon had hooked up a few times. Damon needed to forget Elena and Grace needed to forget who she was running from. Her husband.

Grace had gotten married to her one true love. Elijah Mikaelson. But then Esther, his mother, turned him into a vampire after his youngest brother Henrik was killed.

Grace didn't want to turn. But Elijah's brother, Niklaus had turned her. He slipped her his blood. He killed her. When she realised what had happened, she felt betrayed. So she did the only thing she could have done. And that was run. And she hadn't stopped running since.

Grace knew if Elijah found her, then he would kill her. She had heard that he had vowed to kill her for running. And she knew he kept his word.

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Grace was sitting in the grill. She looked up as Damon walked in. She groaned. "I know what you're here for. And the answer is no,"  she said.

"Come on. You'll look smoking in your dress. I will even let you have your wicked way with me."

Grace rolled her eyes. "No. End of discussion. Now go and make puppy eyes over Elena. And stop harassing me," she told him.

Damon sat down. He smiled. "How come we don't know anything about your husband?"

"Don't even go there Damon. That's something no one is discussing. And if you mention it again, I will rip your heart out. Literally. And then I will feed it to the wolves," Grace told him.

Damon nodded. "Okay. Fine. Do you want to stay with Elena? Seeing as you don't want to come tonight."

"Yes. Fine. Whatever."

"Good girl."

"Fuck you."

Damon smirked as he walked off. Grace sighed and finished her drink. She knew she had to make her way over Elena's soon enough.

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Grace sat in the Salvatore house. She watched as Damon and Alaric set up a ton of weapons on the table. She raised her eyebrows. "And do you really think that bitch is going to die by these?" She asked.