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'love?' when you live as long as I have, 'love' is a surprisingly rare occurrence, something that many would have given up on. Yet, as I looked into the eyes of the man in front of me - his innocent blue eyes filled with hope of what life...
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Forest
The moon cast a pale, ghostly light over the forest, illuminating the tall, ancient trees and the mist that hung like a shroud over the ground. In the middle of this ethereal landscape stood Elijah, his posture rigid, his expression a mask of stoic determination. Across from him, his sister Rebekah stood, her eyes brimming with tears that glistened in the moonlight, her sorrow palpable in the crisp night air.
"There was nothing I could do to stop it," Rebekah's voice broke through the stillness, a fragile whisper that carried the weight of her anguish. She began to move toward Elijah, her steps slow and hesitant, each one seemingly heavier than the last.
As she closed the distance between them, the anguish in her eyes grew more pronounced, each tear that fell a testament to the pain she carried. Finally, reaching Elijah, she threw her arms around him, her body trembling as she clung to him for support. Elijah stood firm, his arms wrapping around his sister in a protective embrace.
He could feel the raw emotion coursing through her, the depth of her despair resonating within him. He held her tightly, his hand gently stroking her hair as she buried her face in his shoulder, her sobs muffled against his chest.
The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, the usual nocturnal sounds stilled by the intensity of the moment. The trees stood as silent witnesses to the siblings' grief, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal hands in the darkness.
Elijah's own eyes glistened with unshed tears, though he remained silent, his strength a silent reassurance to his sister. He understood the torment she felt, the helplessness of watching events unfold beyond their control. His heart ached for her, for both of them, caught in the relentless grip of fate.
In that embrace, surrounded by the timeless forest, they found a moment of solace. They were two ancient beings, bound by blood and shared history, their lives intertwined through centuries of love, loss, and unyielding loyalty. And in that moment, amid the shadows and the silence, they drew strength from each other, ready to face whatever the future held.
But for now, they allowed themselves this brief respite, this quiet moment of shared grief and comfort, as the forest around them remained a silent, steadfast witness to their enduring bond.
As the siblings separated from their embrace, the air around them was thick with tension. Elijah's eyes were dark and intense as he turned to face Rebekah, his voice a low growl filled with both confusion and urgency. "Tyler Lockwood is dead, but the rest are alive. You said Niklaus turned their bloodline," Elijah stated, his tone demanding answers.
Rebekah's eyes widened with a mix of shock and frustration. "I thought he did," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to make sense of the situation herself.Elijah took a step closer, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "It wasn't me, it wasn't Kol," he said firmly, his gaze piercing through the shadows that seemed to envelop them.Rebekah shook her head vehemently, her voice rising with desperation. "It wasn't me, Elijah, and I am sure it wasn't Isabella," she insisted, her eyes pleading with her brother to understand the gravity of the revelation.
