a ruthless original who burns everyone and everything around him but wouldn't let a flame touch her.
and an angel who resembles a mirrorball with her many faces and facades.
a perfect match indeed.
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✶ 𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 ⌢ secrets and dead witches ˇ !
[ tw, blood, and I am cramping stuff together ]
Caroline relaxed her suddenly stiffened shoulders, and put the phone back in her pocket. She opened the door, as a wave of energy left it while the privacy spell deactivated. She hummed as she walked to the dining room, but she was met with a sight she hadn't expected. Elijah was grasping Damon's neck with a stake in the vampire's stomach.
While ardent rage bled from his narrowed eyes.
"What happened?," she murmured, still startled by what was happening as she rushed towards the original and picked up the dagger. Her eyes fell to the floor to see the unconscious man, Alaric. She then turned back to Elijah, and noticed the the crimson blood covering his shirt. Though he seemed unharmed, likely healing.
Elijah saw her gaze and unclenched his jaw, dropping Damon's bleeding body on the hard floor. He walked up to the girl, who was still looking at his ruined shirt. Once he noticed this, his eyes softened. "Don't worry, little witch, It's not mine." He reassured.
Elijah put his suit jacket on her shoulders, as she stared up into his eyes. But he was calm, and was trying to calm her. "Jenna is fine. I compelled her to go back home." He informed, as she furrowed her brows. "What did he tell you, lijah?," she mumbled.
All emotion left his eyes, which had turned eerily cold, and that itself made her chest tighten.
She knew the answer and she dreaded it.
"..He told you what happened didn't he?," she mumbled, as Elijah placed a comforting hand on her arm.
Caroline looked upset, like this was the last thing she was expecting to come out of this shitty dinner. She brought her fingertips to her neck to make sure the gash wasn't there anymore, as she took in a sharp breath and looked up to see Elijah's disquieted eyes.
She sighed. "Lets just go. I really don't want to talk about this right now." She muttered defensively, as he only nodded and put his hand on her shoulder as they walked back—which, although she didn't show it, she was quite grateful for.
Her eyes wavered the front of the car, as she leaned near the front —since he had told her to wait for him while he finished this. "Before you go, do you mind telling me what happened?," she asked again, turning to the man, who had not changed from his blood stained dress shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top.
"Alaric attacked me with a dagger." He spoke, his jaw clenched as his hand held up the archaic silver dagger. "The human was easy to deal with. That imbecile attacked me, but when I was about to snap his neck he started ranting the most idiotic threats," he furrowed his brows. "Then he threatened you." He spoke turning his gaze to the blonde.
