𝙄'𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚
IN WHICH Olivia Saltzman moves to Mystic Falls with her father and uncle.
OR
IN WHICH ELENA GILBERT'S half sister is the poor human t...
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There's a battle ahead Many battles are lost But you'll never see the end of the road While you're travelling with me
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Isobel stood at the bar, her gaze steady as she greeted Alaric. "It's good to see you. You look good." She said, her voice calm and detached. "I hear that you're a high school history teacher. How-how is that?"
Alaric's expression hardened. "Where have you been, Isobel?" he asked, his tone laced with frustration and pain. A pain he had endured for years—not just for himself but for their daughter, Olivia.
"I don't have any reasons that are going to comfort you." She replied bluntly. "I don't have any explanations that are going to satisfy you. I wanted this."
Alaric's eyes narrowed at her. "It's that simple?"
"Yeah." She said without hesitation. "You were supposed to mourn me and move on."
Alaric shook his head in disbelief. "You were my wife, the mother of my child, and I loved you. Do you have any idea what you did to Olivia? How could I not search for you when our daughter cried herself to sleep for months, thinking she lost her mother?"
"Because I wasn't lost, Rick." Isobel said firmly, as though his words didn't cut her. She reached for a piece of paper and started writing. "I understand that you know my daughter, Elena." She said, her voice now tinged with purpose. "And I hear that she's been looking for me. So..." She handed the paper to Alaric. "I want you to arrange a meeting for us. And Olivia of course."
"You want me to deliver a message?" He asked, glancing down at the paper.
"Yeah." She replied with a small smile.
Alaric's jaw clenched as his anger erupted. He crumpled the paper and threw it to the ground. "Screw you. You selfish bitch. You walked out on us, left Olivia to think you were dead, and now you show up with this? How dare you?" He pushed his chair back, stood, and stormed out.
In the parking lot, Alaric made his way to his car, muttering under his breath. Before he could open the door, Isobel appeared behind him.
"What do you want from me?" He demanded, his patience completely gone.
"I told you." Isobel said, her tone colder now.
"I'm not going to do anything for you." He shot back, his voice rising.
Without warning, Isobel grabbed him by the neck, her grip strong and unyielding. She slammed him against the car with a force that left him breathless.
"You better tell them that I want to meet." She hissed, her face inches from his. "Or I'm going to start killing the citizens of this town one by one, and I'm going to start with your history students. Got it?"
