Same Old Love • Klaus Mikaelson • (NS Trilogy)

Chapter 7: Ghost World: Arielle Edition

I made my way to the Salvatore's mansion and I bit my lip when I stepped into the living room. My boyfriend is tied up to a chair with a hot poker in his chest. I feel Stefan's presence and I switch all weight on my right to my left leg.

"Babe, what the hell happened?" I questioned, snickering a little.

He glares behind me and rolls his eyes. "Ask Stefan." I turned around rolled my eyes."Low blow, Stefan. Low blow." Damon says.

"What the hell happened to you?" He inquired.

"Whatever twisted ripper game this is, leave me out of it." Damon responded.

"I didn't do this." Stefan denied.

"Quit screwin' around!" Damon spat.

"I didn't." His brother blurted. Stefan analyzed the chains and checked the area around them. By the curtains I felt a presence.

"It's pretty messed up though, isn't it?" He finished.

"Yep." Damon and I said simultaneously. Stefan ripped the hot poker from his chest. Damon screams and Stefan ripped the chains off, and leaves. I'm still looking at my boyfriend in the chair and I start to remove the rest of the chains. and I notice Damon doesn't have his daylight ring.

"D, where's your ring?" I questioned. His eyes grow big and he starts to panic. The curtain moved back and he started to burn. I looked all over for it until I noticed it was on the carpet. I ripped his restraints and tossed him his ring. I pecked his lips and left.

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I'm headed over to the school to help Caroline and Bonnie decorate and I keep hearing giggles.

I turn around slowly and gaze at my surroundings. I notice my skirt tugging downward and my eyebrows instantly furrowed. I see a little girl yanking at my skirt. I gently remove her hand from my skirt and she looked up at me. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of green. Almost completely mesmerizing, she looked down shyly and started rocking slowly back and forth.

I kneeled to her height and smiled at her.

"Hi. What's your name?" I asked the gorgeous 5 year old. At least that what she looks around. Her strawberry blonde locks flowed down her shoulders. She had on a black dress with a familiar necklace.

"Elizabelle," Her soft voice spoke. My smile grew wide and I nodded. "But you can call me Liza."

"Where are your parents, Liza?" I questioned. She started tearing up and my first instinct was to pick her up and hug her.

That's what I did.

She clung to my shoulder instantly and I cradled her head.

"It's going to be okay." I gracefully placed her back on the ground and wiped her tears.

"M-My Mommy lost her love. And I lost her." She stammered. My heart throbbed for her as she did this thing with her feet.

"I'm sorry, Elizabelle." I paused. "I lost my mommy too. It's going to be okay. You just have to remember to stay strong-"

"And be a brave soldier because brave soldiers get the toughest battles." She finished. An incredulous look took over my face and I knitted my eyebrows. "My mommy used to tell me that every time I would get into a toughie." A laugh left my mouth and I shook my head. She's too cute.