"My dear sweet Natalia, you are ours. Therefore it is pointless to run." A voice she recognised to be Elijah spoke, his tone laced with both confidence and compassion. "When we find you, which we will, you are to stay by our side forever. Where you...
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Silence engulfed the Gilbert property, the only noise for miles being the crickets which basked in the greenery outside.
This tranquil environment allowed John to reflect on recent events without any distractions; though if he were to be honest, his thoughts revolved mostly around one person. Elena Gilbert.
As if able to read his mind, his daughter appeared. Though she held a cold, distant look, something he was not used to seeing on the usually joyous girl.
"You scared me."
"Sorry."
"Is Jenna home?" He questioned.
"She had to meet the fire chief about the building. She doesn't know the truth, they've covered it up." Came her response, it was quick and concise making her disinterest clear.
"Yeah I know," The man nodded, his eyes following her as she moved some used dishes into the sink. "How's Jeremy?"
"Holed up in his room."
"Can I help?"
"Sure."
In the next second a knife was in the imposter's cruel grasp, the blade slicing through his fingers, ridding him of his life-saving ring. With inhuman speed he was pinned up against the counter, a hand firmly clasped around his throat.
"Katherine?" Realisation dawned upon his face, a pit of horror forming in his stomach.
"Hello, John," the vampire began, moving back slightly, allowing something or rather someone to step forward.
"Goodbye John." Natalie finished, burying a knife deep within the man's stomach.
The overwhelming scent of blood filled her senses, causing her to grin sadistically and veins to form under her eyes.
"Jeremy? Are you you up?"
The sisters shared a brief look, a similar smile etching it's way across Katherine's face.
One moment John was leaning against the counter for support, the next he lay on the floor; his hands pressed loosely over the stab wound, desperate to slow the bleeding.
His pain-filled grunts were interrupted by the real Elena approaching the scene, a gasp escaping her lips.
With no time to waste, the doppelgänger used one hand to assist her father in pressing down on his injury, entering numbers onto her phone in the other.
