Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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"Don't mind about me, your ritual..." Murielle said, feeling quite awkward with the intimate position that they were in. A small part of her felt like, in a way, she was betraying Finn and Elijah being so close to their brother. A brother she had heard nary a good word about from either of them, a brother who Elijah was still on the fence about killing.
She should hate him according to all those around her. He had committed heinous acts in the name of getting what he wanted, but she could no more condemn him than condemn Bonnie, Damon, or anybody else on the supposed 'other side'.
It was easy to form a bad first impression. Easier still to form a good one. But it was incredibly difficult to stray from one's first impression.
And hers had been of a charming man who took her out to coffee and saved her from the horrible fate of a grazed knee. That Niklaus was who she'd known, and even as his brothers would tell her of the depraved man that he was, she struggled to reconcile their horrific picture with hers.
Or maybe she didn't care. Maybe she saw him for the nightmare that he was but found that cruel image to be only a dream to her. Maybe the Oblivion had twisted her so far off of her original course that she was apathetic to the plight of his victims.
"I suppose I can change my plans slightly; after all, it doesn't matter whose ashened body lies on the floor." His vicious words were starkly contrasted by the almost playful way he twirled a strand of her hair and by the boyish joy on his face. Truly, she could not reconcile the two sides to the hybrid; he was true to his nature. A dichotomy living.
His hand was extended elegantly towards Rose. She took a deep breath, meeting death in his eyes and struggling to find acceptance within them. This was her fate but in the end, even the scariest of monsters were terrified by that skeletal figure.
With an unwilling Murielle still in his arms being forced to move with him, he walked towards the altar, sacrifice in tow.
Murielle sent Elena, who was still surrounded by magical flames, an apologetic look. There was nothing she could do for her; she hadn't intended to do anything in the first place so really she shouldn't feel guilty for allowing Elena to die. But morals didn't work on practicality, and guilt didn't listen to reason. How fickle they were.
She mouthed a brief 'sorry' before Klaus turned her head away from the doppelganger, noticing her distraction from him.
Elena did not blame Murielle as much as she thought otherwise; she was grateful to both of them for letting Jenna live. The thought that Jeremy would be all alone in this world, deprived of his parents, his sister, and his aunt, had been tearing her up inside far more than the thought of her own death.
Though Rose was not a close friend, Elena felt eternally grateful to her. She would find some way to pay her back in kind; if she died, then so be it but if she did live somehow, then Rose would not die without vindication. She would not die just another fatality in the world.
