014. The Ripper Called Stefan

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Sunlight pierced through her eyes like a sharp needle illuminating the world around her. Cold and alone Wren picked herself up before finding clothes neatly folded on the ground beside her. The werewitch picked herself up off the floor dressing herself before heading out into a clearing to find the familiar original vampire dressed in a suit. "Elijah." She spoke, her voice barely a whisper, "It's nice to see you again." 

"Wren, the pleasure is mine." Honourable as always, Elijah motioned to the car. "Get in, we need to find Niklaus." He stated as he walked over to the car opening the passenger side door for the werewitch. 

She obliged reluctantly getting into the car. "Why on earth do you need me to go with you to get Klaus?" Wren asked looking Elijah dead in the eye. 

"Because I do not think it would be a wise idea to let you return to the Salvatore house. Given they now think you have betrayed them." He responded calmly almost without a hint of emotion.

"Trust me, it's better you stay here with me than go back." He looked at the werewitch who was almost trembling. The original started the car and drove off to find his brother with the other hybrid. 

"How long was I out for?" She asked, fear biting at her tone. "D-did I kill anyone?" Wren choked out tears threatening to leave her eyes and slip down her cheeks. She couldn't deal with the grief again of knowing she had killed innocents.

"Yes, Wren. Not as many as my brother, however. You were a wolf for almost two days, which is not common for the average werewolf, but I suppose it would be different for hybrids." The suited original told Wren who was still trembling as she processed the new information.

The car pulled into another part of the forest before the pair got out, Wren took in her surroundings the sweet spring air filled her lungs. The birds sang in the trees and the wind blew a harmonious melody. Dappled sunlight danced on the ground beneath her feet, her eyes danced following the pattern.

She picked up a scent on the wind the now all too familiar one of expensive liquor and fresh paint. Klaus. The original hybrid lay on the ground as Elijah carelessly tossed him some clothes. "You've been busy." Elijah commented as his brother looked up at him. 

"That was amazing. How long has it been?" Klaus asked an enormous smirk plastered on his face.

"Almost two days. Full moon came and went. You remained a wolf." Elijah commented as he and Wren turned and let Klaus change into the clothes his brother provided.

"I can change at will, then. It's good to know. I remember every single kill." Klaus boasted looking directly at Wren and then back at Elijah "What about her, how many did she kill?"

"I have a name you know." She told the pair of them. "It's Wren. And I don't know how many I killed. And why are you boasting about it, I mean I'm all for killing people. But not innocent people."

Elijah turned back to Klaus, "You've had your fun. I believe we have a bargain." 

"That's right. Now, what was it again? Oh, yeah. Wait. I remember. That's it. You wish to be reunited with our family." Klaus told him with a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"You gave me your word, Niklaus." Elijah reminded the hybrid who simply looked back at him smugly.

"What kind of brother would break his bond? Even though you did try to kill me." The hybrid questioned distastefully. 

"I could have. But I didn't." The original responded helping his brother put on his jacket.

"Can we get this over with I have angry people to face." The werewitch pipped up as all eyes turned to look at her. "And we get it now no one can kill you, not even Elijah." She told the pair and Klaus only smirked clasping his hands behind his back.

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