CHAPTER NINETEEN

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My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.

All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.

Original Characters do not belong to me.

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Good Looking Suki Waterhouse

Tides thrash inside, baby, I'm high octane

Fever in a shock wave

My core vibrates in an opium haze

Yet you think we're the same

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets

But, turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

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The fourth glass of bourbon from the old, abandoned bottle found near the piano of St. James Infirmary had seemed like a good idea at the time. But as I was in the struggling process of closing and locking the gate that belonged to the Abattoir, the sound of Klaus's angry footsteps echoing ahead of me, I began to think it wasn't due to the persistent need to throw up the words that were flooding in my head.

The theory that would for sure get me killed. Or at least a nasty insult and a wolf bite I couldn't get rid of.

Letting go of the metal chains, I turned around and took a few steps forward, watching the hybrid harshly stomp further away from me through the courtyard in a fit of both rage and vexation. Something about this moment.... It was almost as if the imagery in front of me was extremely familiar, like I was experiencing some sort of deja vu. One thing about the Mikaelson brothers was that walking away from a fucking squabble instead of communicating seemed to be indented inside of their DNA.

"Klaus." His name vibrated inside the back of my throat as the remnants of a memory years ago clouded my brain, taking me back to a time when things were just a bit easier.

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