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Someone once asked me why I always wear red lipstick. My answer? Because it reminds me of my victims. Each time I apply it, I'm reminded of the blood that stained their lips, the last trace of them before they were gone...
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002: 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒, She recalled a conversation she had with one of her demons, who had informed her of a peculiar method of torture that humans inflicted on their offspring. This method, known as 'school,' was described to her in vivid detail. The demon had recounted scenes of children confined to uncomfortable chairs for hours, forced to absorb endless streams of information, and subjected to the authority of stern overseers.
As everyone sat in a single row, Elena passed around a flyer for an upcoming dance, her hopeful eyes scanning the group as she asked if they could attend. The atmosphere was casual until Alaric entered, taking his place at the front to teach the class. Sevyn, sitting back with an amused grin, saw right through his composed exterior and couldn't help but smirk at his presence.
Her attention shifted to Stefan, who was hunched over his desk, scribbling away in his diary with an almost obsessive focus. His brow was furrowed, and the tension in his posture was unmistakable. As she observed him, it suddenly dawned on her how similar his intense focus was to what she had heard about this whole 'school' experience. The way he seemed trapped by his self-imposed tasks, the weight of stress etched into his features, and the methodical pace of his writing—everything about him screamed of the torturous descriptions of the academic life she had heard so much about.
"Hello, class. What are we learning today?" Alaric inquired as he settled in.
"With the decade dance tonight, we've been covering the sixties all week," Dana, a student, informed him.
"Right. The sixties," Alaric echoed, glancing around the room. His gaze lingered on Elena for a moment before he turned to the board. "The, uh, ahem..." He began to write on the board.
"The sixties. I wish there was something good I could say about the sixties, but... Actually, they kind of sucked. Except for the Beatles, of course. They made it bearable. Uh, what else was there? The Cuban missile thing, the... we walked on the moon. There was Watergate."
"Watergate was the seventies, Mr. Saltzman," Sevyn interjected with a smirk.
"Right. It all kind of mushes together up here, the sixties, seventies. Thank you..." Alaric trailed off, visibly flustered by Sevyn's correction. "Oh, sorry, I'm Sevyn," she added with a smirk, causing Alaric to have difficulty tearing his gaze away from her.
"He's whipped already," Kol remarked with a smirk, eliciting laughter from the Mikaelson family all except Klaus.
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Stefan, Damon, Bonnie, Sevyn, and Elena gathered in the living room, discussing their plans for the upcoming dance.
"So we go to the dance, we find him," Damon declared confidently as he descended the stairs.
