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*you layed in the bed that you had been for 2 weeks. and even though you we're basically depressed, elijah stayed by your side. just like he said*
"aloy..." *elijah tried to wake you up* "do you wanna wake up anytime soon? i made breakfast..? it's not very good but i tried." "tha-thanks.." *you try waking up* "i'm gonna get up today." "that's good. but you know you don't have to aloy." "i want too. i've been unproductive for a while. and i'm dragging you down with me." "okay."
*you finally managed to get up and eat the breakfast elijah made you at the table* "hey elijah?" "yeah?" "did i make the right decision?" "about what?" "deciding to stay in new orleans a year ago?" "of course it was the right decision. we wouldn't have met if you didn't." "and i wouldn't have left gwen. and i wouldn't have turned. and m- my... dad wouldn't be...." *you started to tear up* "aloy. if your house was abusive why would you stay? i am your family now okay?" "t-thanks." *you wipe your tears* "where's freya and klaus?" "they are out. going to find rose-marie." "again? i mean. what did she even do to threaten us. except for nearly killing you and klaus back in 1618." "doesn't matter aloy. we are dead set on killing her." "becasue she?-" "yes. she has to pay" *you get up feeling nauseous* "can i go for a walk?" "of course."
*you get your keys to the house that started to rust from not being used, your coat and your shoes. you dashed out the door put your coat on and headed straight for the coffee shop you saw your dad in. you knew you shouldn't but- you couldn't help it. you decided to take a shortcut to not be seen crying by the public.*
"aloy." *you turn around almost sure that your heard your name* "hello." *you bump into a woman. tall. you recognised her.* "rose-marie." *you immediately get angry and get ready to attack.* "i don't really want the mikaelsons to hunt me down forever. so your going to need to die." "tough luck bitch. your dying today." "is all this becasue of your daddy?" *she giggles* "he's pathetic. he came to me looking to be turned. so he can atone for what he did to you and your siblings. so. i tore his heart from his chest." *you weren't dumb. you knew she was trying to provoke you. but... you didn't care. this woman was rancid you bore your fangs at her and immediately started attacking her. he's years of experience showed as rose-marie blocked or dodged each hit. you expected as much and quickly withdrew before she could do any of her evil tricks.*
"give up aloy. you know you can't beat me"
*she vamp sped right to you and hit you 3 times. twice in the head. once in the stomach. you launched back and unlucky enough she launched you into a wall with a broken sharp object on it. about half your size. it impaled you right next to your heart you could feel the sudden sharpness. but what nobody told you was being so close to death was... euphoric. rose-marie sped to you. all she had to do was push you further on the pike like object. just then you remembered the necklace your sister gave to you. vervain that would only affect others. and of course you hadn't taken it off since. you ripped the necklace off and broke it on rose-marie's eyes. she screamed as the vervain burned her eyes temporarily. in that short time you managed to force yourself off the spike painting it in a scarlett red colour. you grabbed rose-marie's shoulders and forced her on the pike. impaling her, and you realised why it hurt so much. it was wood, a table leg to be exact. and it went right through rose-marie's heart, her last emotion that she showed before she died was a single tear. which quickly dried up as she started to burn. you stood over the sizzling fire, due to the rain. you were hurt. but it would soon heal up. or that's what you thought. you suddenly got a horrible scream-worthy migraine. this surely isn't natural. it came to you. magic. you turn around to try and find the culprit but the person you saw was not expected.*
