━━━ 'right. and then she stole your credit card and spent all your money so you had to commit fraud the entire way back'
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 a
girl from a broken
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(life jacket)
"Stefan- Stefan's dead, Margot."
Her phone slipped from her hand only to be caught by Klaus who was standing behind her with his arms around her waist.
"What do you mean dead?" Klaus asked as he tightened his hold on the woman who was clearly in shock.
"His- His heart was ripped out of his body- I- It was Julian – one of the heretics. He possessed Tyler's body or something–" Caroline explained as she sobbed through the phone.
The hybrid sighed as he uttered a soft, "We'll be there in a few days," before hanging up. "Love?"
Margot shook her head in his chest. "We never should have left," she whispered, regret filling her as she held onto him.
It had been just under five months since the ball. Margot and Klaus had moved out of the shit hole known as Mystic Falls and now lived in a small beach house in Australia. Was it because Margot wanted to see Klaus shirtless 90% of the time? Yes. Yes, it was.
Kol had moved to New York along with Elijah while Rebekah had gone to Italy. Everyone had been happy and safe. Until now.
It was too good to be true, really. If anything, the Mystic Falls' bad luck followed them wherever they went.
"I– I can bring him back. I can bring him back, Nik– I have to–"
His hand came up to her hand, gently holding the back of her neck as he played with her hair while he held her. "You can't tamper with the dead, my love. It never ends well."
"He's my dad. He's all I have left, Nik."
— — —
Screaming filled Margot's ears as she walked into Elena and Caroline's dorm room. From the sounds of it, it was Bonnie and Damon.
"My brother is over there!" Damon yelled.
"I know that!" Bonnie retorted.
"So is Alaric- So is your Grams," Margot heard Damon say as he threw something metal across the room.
"I know that, Damon... Enzo is here."
Margot frowned. Who the fuck is Enzo?
"Well, if it's not Mr. Butterfingers himself. How'd it feel to have your only hope of coming back slip through your fingers?"
"Are you serious?" Bonnie spoke after a minute of silence, "You found another Traveler?"
Travellers? Weird. Margot hadn't heard about them in years.
"Well, then, get on it."
With that, Margot walked in, "Talkin' to ghosts now, are we, little witch?"
"Margot?" the pair asked, shock coating their voices as they stared at the heretic. "What are you doing here?"
