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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Waking up to a text from Marcel that forced her to grapple with her fight-or-flight switch so early in the morning was not ideal. However, Luna's commitment to wipe out the witches terrorising her meant she didn't mind at all.
She moved through the home quietly and meticulously, considering each move before she did it. She was dressed in moments, rushing down the stairs. Freya was sitting on the couch, watching Luna carefully. 'Morning.' She said, raising her brows.
Luna smiled at her once she reached the base of the stairs, an unsuspecting smile playing on her lips, 'Good morning.' She replied, sucking in a deep breath before voicing her next request, 'Do you think you could watch Celia for a couple hours?'
'Where are you going?'
Luna rolled her shoulders back, taking a deep breath, 'You ask me that every time, and I've never given you an answer.'
Freya shrugged, 'There's no shame in trying.' She eyed Luna suspiciously, knowing that her evading questions meant she was up to something. The only thing that assured her was that Luna always returned home in one piece.
Luna took her silence and slight grin as an answer, 'Thank you,' She said genuinely as she walked away towards the door, 'I'll be back soon.'
She rushed out onto the streets, still lacking in crowds, which Luna hoped would make it easier to pick out the Gemini. Marcel didn't offer much information, and his message wasn't a call for a witch hunt, but rather a warning so she'd keep her eyes peeled.
But Luna was anticipating their arrival, and she wasn't prepared to stand idly by as they traipsed down the streets of New Orleans. There was little she could do: She marched up and down every street, surveying the face of each person who passed her by—anyone who stared back a moment too long set off alarm bells.
Time passed, and the streets started to fill up. The security shutters covered in graffiti were rolled up to mark the start of a new day, and buskers appeared at their unofficial positions to entertain the public.
Luna's senses were zoning in on every sensation around her; The one she had to favour was her ability to sense magic. However, a city filled to the brim with supernaturals threw her down a spiral of self-doubt. Her patience was running thin, and the search quickly felt futile.
The forgotten corners of the city had light brought to them with Luna's incessant search. The morning and afternoon hours merged and slowly bled into the evening. Her phone buzzed relentlessly in her pocket, a string of messages and missed calls that she refused to acknowledge.
She felt that looking at her phone meant she had to respond, and to Klaus, the only appropriate response would be informing him that she was on her way back. She made her way down another street, strolling around aimlessly for longer than she'd hoped.
She stopped beside a dingy alley between two stores and prepared to fish her phone out of her pocket and admit defeat, like she'd done many times before. A deep sigh escaped her as the realisation settled in her, but then she caught something out of the corner of her eye.
