❝︎︎ the witch, the hybrid, and the vampire. what is this, narnia? ❞︎︎
────── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃,
her soulmates are brothers,
and the very two she's
supposed to hate.
【︎︎ niklaus mikaelson x fem!oc 】︎︎
【︎︎ elijah mikaelson x fem!oc 】︎︎
【︎︎ soulmate bo...
TW: Mentions of abuse/torture/rape/PTSD, there is a mild panic attack and anxiety but nothing explicit
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"i beg your forgiveness"
—
EDEN groaned softly, head throbbing as she slowly blinked awake. She was leaned against a wall, her hands and feet tied together. Looking down with wide eyes, fear consumed her as she thought back to the last time she'd been in this situation.
He'd found her.
He had to have found her.
Looking around with wide eyes, she watched someone carry in Elena's body and her eyes filled with tears. She opened her mouth, but found something taped against it, keeping her from speaking.
Please, not this again. He loved using Muggle techniques to 'criticize their capabilities.'
"Please," Elena's voice was soft, but tears fell from Eden's cheeks at the realization that she was alive. Why would he spare her? "I'm hurt."
"I know," the man voiced darkly, leaning towards her. "Just a taste."
"Trevor. Control yourself."
Eden jumped as a woman appeared in the room, confusion written on her face at the two of them. They were vampires. Her speed and his hunger was proof enough of that. Why was she here, then? But if Dolohov were here — surely, he wouldn't work with vampires?
"Buzzkill," the man said to the woman, eyeing Eden. A smirk grew on his face and he walked towards her, kneeling in front of her. "I've never had a witch before," he spoke quietly. "I wonder if you taste as good as you look."
"What do you want with me?" Elena asked, her eyes flickering to where Trevor kneeled in front of Eden. "Leave her alone!" Her eyes widened. "Why — what do you want with us?"
"My god, you look just like her," the woman spoke, circling Elena.
"But I'm not, please, whatever you —"
"Be quiet."
"But I'm not Katherine," Elena tried again.
Eden shook her head. She had a feeling they knew that. They wanted Elena. But why was Eden still alive?
"My name is Elena Gilbert," Elena stood up, looking at the woman. "You don't have to do this."
"I know who you are," the woman scowled. "I said be quiet."
"What do you want?" Elena's voice softened, but the woman didn't answer her. Instead, she reeled her arm back and sent Elena flying into the couch, unconscious.
Eden's eyes widened and concern flickered in them as Trevor touched her hair.
"You sure we can't have this one?" He asked the woman.
