After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know, her coming t...
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The smile on Luna's face was unyielding in the presence of her daughter. Time had passed, and the pain she'd felt in her absence quickly became irrelevant. Luna had spent all of her waking hours doting on her child, and the world around her seemed to come to a stop.
Moments passed, and she finally dragged herself out of the stillness created by being in the comfort of her daughter. Luna sauntered through the home, which stood in the middle of fields that covered Arkansas, into the kitchen with Cecelia on her hip.
The sight of Elijah's blank eyes and his hand white-knuckling the edge of the counter dampened the smile on her face considerably, 'You're not doing very well, are you?' She spoke up, hoping her voice might break through the trance he'd been plunged deep into.
'Sorry...' He spoke quietly enough to alarm Luna a sliver more than she had been. His demeanour' softened at the sight of his niece and his grip around the edge of the granite counter loosened, 'I'm doing perfectly fine, Luna.'
'Well, that wasn't hostile-'
'There's no need for you to worry about me. Perhaps, we should be more concerned with the influx of deranged Mikaelson's headed to New Orleans.' Elijah straightened as he attempted to maintain his stoic expression amidst his tremulous thoughts.
The heretic's eyes surveyed him as he adjusted his cufflinks and kept his gaze trained on the tiled floors. The faint sound of gravel shifting under the weight of a car picked up a faint smile on her face. She dramatically sucked in a deep breath through her teeth, 'Sounds to me like you have no choice but to face your issues.'
Elijah frowned momentarily before adjusting his hearing; The sound of light chatter and footsteps trailed up the porch steps as Luna stalked through the home, 'Camile, this is Cecelia.'
The blonde's face contorted with a plethora of emotions, the primary one being shock. Her mouth dropped agape, 'Oh, my god. But, I thought she was...'
Klaus moved beside Luna, wrapping his arm around her with their daughter between them, his eyes trained on the latter with each word as her small hand reached out for her father, 'The only way to truly protect her was to convince the world of her death,' Klaus turned to Camile to address her, 'I hope you understand, this secret cannot leave with you.'
Cami smiled happily at the revelation, seemingly more enamoured by the child in Luna's arms as opposed to the words coming out of Klaus' mouth, 'She's perfect.' She beamed at the former, a gesture impossible for Luna not to reciprocate.
However, the joy was shortlived by the looming threats, and they quickly moved inside to plan their next move: 'Now that we've entombed our mother, I intend to finish making the city safe for Cecelia. Which, to start, means dealing with the lingering problem of Finn.'
'Once he hears about what you've done to your mother, he'll go off the deep end.' Cami sighed deeply.
'Which is why you will remain here while Luna and I return home and take care of my wayward brother. Elijah will remain here with you.' Klaus' eyes shifted over to his brother, whose melancholic gaze penetrated the window he was situated beside.
