"I would burn the world to the ground for you and it still wouldn't be enough."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 things you cannot have is what Kalliope knew incredibly well. Spending years trapped within her naturally timid...
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WHAT'S IN A NAME? For a Genie after two millennia, peace was in a name.
A sense of belonging, yet the need to be set apart was in a name. Power was in a name. And as Florence, once known as Kalliope, stood before a floor-length mirror gazing upon her sullen features, she understood that names held memory. The Once Genie was a woman reborn in the wake of her friend's demise: Florence or Flore or Ren, whatever lay on the tip of the tongue. Evermore, she was branded as the one who got away, but she would never forget Jenna's sacrifice.
The Ginger's wish, the last wish ever made in all history, would not be in vain.
That did not, however, change the fact that Florence woke up in the Salvatore's Boarding House friendless and grief-stricken. Someone had carried her there. She'd bet either of the Salvatore brothers if they weren't preoccupied with Elena Gilbert.
Which, unfortunately, was such a rare occurrence these days.
When she awoke, Alaric was in a lone chair in the corner, watching over her. In his own quiet stupor. Eyes full of anguish, lost and unfocused, beer bottle in his limp hand. It was he who told her of Elijah's supposed betrayal. He was distraught, but Florence had guessed Elijah's decision would fall a certain way. He couldn't abandon his brother, no matter how much he claimed to hate him.
Was she annoyed with his decision? Of course. But that did not mean she didn't understand why he made it.
Ren was also told of John Gilbert's life-force exchange.
A soul for a soul.
She thought it poetic and just like a father's love. Her first love would've done the same for their daughter had the opportunity permitted it. Still, she wondered if Elena would have been changed if John hadn't exchanged his life. If she too would be a vampire running amok in Mystic Falls. There is no doubt that the grief would've consumed her.
Right now, she couldn't imagine the type of agony the Gilberts were facing today.
First her adoptive parents, then her biological parents, and now Jenna, who became a parental figure in her own right. If there was one thing that was for certain, Elena Gilbert was a resilient young lady. No one could take that from her.
Florence was waiting for the other shoe to drop. There was a waiting in the air. A simpering, dwindling tension that taunted her patience. She could tangibly feel it, but she did not know what it could be. Maybe Klaus would finally spill her blood for attacking him. Maybe he was waiting in the rafters, ready to commit his final blow to the dwellers of Mystic Falls.
