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FOUR The eve of Klausageddon
𝐂assandra woke up with a groan, the feeling of someone shaking her awake was shocking and not what she expected. Peeling one eye open, she looked up at her brother in annoyance. "Go away, Damon." She drawled, rolling over on her king-sized mattress.
"I'm glad to see you stayed the night." He chimed, ripping the black comforter and white silk sheets away from her bare legs. The air hit her like a wave of ocean water── suddenly and cold.
She screeched, "Damon! Give them back!" Cassandra jumped from her fetal position in the bed to try and snatch her sheets back, but it was no use because Damon threw them to the floor.
"Nope," Damon replied, popping the P. "Get up. We're going to celebrate."
"Celebrate? What is there to celebrate, D?" She raised a brow, pulling her oversized shirt past her knees in hope she hadn't revealed her underwear to her older brother. Ew. "We lost. Remember? Klaus is alive and breathing, probably living it up in some nice hotel."
Cassandra held a scowl, not liking the idea. How could he, after everything he's done, get to have peace while she's still here? Afraid of when she'll see him again.
He's probably plotting something..
"Exactly, but have you seen him since? No." Damon smirked, "Now get up, we're going to the Mystic Grill to celebrate."
"Mystic Grill..?" She cocked her head, "They couldn't be any less original?"
Her older brother chuckled, understanding, before leaving her to get ready for the day. Once she finished taking a shower, getting dressed and doing her hair and makeup, Cassandra hopped into Damon's car. "What exactly are we doing to celebrate?"
"Getting drunk, obviously." He rolled his eyes, like it wasn't obvious already.
At that, Cassandra snorted. "It's eight in the morning."
"Okay and? I don't see the problem."
Snickering, the Salvatore's pull out of the driveway and drive around town until they make it to the square. Cassandra leaned out the window the entire time, taking in the new sights of the place she used to call home. It wasn't completely different. The clock tower still stands tall, hovering over the residence, and the square was.. still a square.
Everything else was built over a hundred years after she left for good in 1864, including the Mystic Grill.
"Before we get drunk──" Damon started, pulling the car into a parking spot and turning off the ignition. "──I've been here long enough to get this.. intervention from everyone, and though I despise it, Elena wants me to talk to you about it as well."
