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SEASON FOUR

"THEY ARE THE MOST ANCIENT VAMPIRES IN HISTORY

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"THEY ARE THE MOST ANCIENT VAMPIRES IN HISTORY." I scoff.

"Well all you have to do is get us through the door." Stephen said.

Elijah and klaus are captured because they are trying to undo an unbinding spell or sire bond, sorry this chick named Aura is trying to kill them and everyone in the sire bon dies.

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Stephen and Hayley are in the trunk while, me and Marcel are in the front getting us in the gate.

"Any problems?" Marcel and I walk in talking to the witch of who I don't know of.

"No, we're nearly there, everyone in the world will be free of the terror of the originals." She said watching me.

"Who is this?" She asked , unrecognizing me.

"This is Anastasia Branson."

"Oh she's one of them." She said her smile fading.

"Uh no you got me all wrong I dated Kol Mikaelson's but then I left." I said.

"Oh well say hi to Klaus for me." She said.

Before I got to say anything , I clutched my head in pain before everything went dark.

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I woke up my eyes blurring, "what the hell is this shit." I said sitting up.

"Oh well, look who joined us." I heard Auras voice said.

"Shut up." I groan standing up.

"Anastasia!" Elijah said running up to me, bear hugging me.

"Lijah hi." I chuckle.

"Now why the hell , am I here I'm not even a Mikaelson's!" I yelled.

"Stas you are a Mikaelson's and you always have been."

"Hurry find me what represents you in here!" Freya said coming out of nowhere.

I smile before I feel a warm sensation on my throat, I look down the see blood.

"Anastasia!" Klaus said in shock.

I fall to the floor before Elijah and klaus is next.

"Freya." I say my voice barely coming out.

"It's starting."

"Hurry find me what represents you!" Freya said.

"T-The painting." I say.

"The knights!" Elijah says.

Elijah stands up and then gone.

Then Klaus, and then me, "Klaus!" I yell picking him up.

I watch his eyes slowly awake " I felt them leave."

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