Same Old Love • Klaus Mikaelson • (NS Trilogy)

Chapter 16: 1912 2191

"I didn't do it." Alaric pleads to Liz.

"You're arresting him? For what this nut job Dr. Fell says?" Damon questioned.

"No I'm detaining him. The cell is for his own good. You were shot. Dr. Fell used vampire blood to heal you." My best friend's mom corrected.

"Dr. Fell is the one that shot me." Ric mentioned.

"Because you came at her with a knife." Sheriff countered.

"Yeah, with a knife I had found hidden in her things." He defended. I stared back and forth between the two curiously and my hand found its way on Ric's I blacked out.

I see him kill Brian Walters and stab Meredith. I let out a large breath and opened my eyes. I jumped back slightly and shook my head.

"Arielle?" Sheriff Liz questioned, placing her hand on my shoulder. I instantly flinched at her touch.

"No, no. No." I denied. Those can't be real, that can't be him. I left the jail immediately and went outside pacing back and forth.

A few minutes pass and I see Elena walk in there, she hadn't noticed me. Five minutes after that, she left the station and Damon follows out after her and turned to my direction.

"What happened with you in there?" He questioned. I shrugged and shuttered at the memories.

"When I touched Ric I got these flashes of visions- well more like memories. Someone was fighting Brian Walters and then staked him. Then someone came at Meredith with a knife." I paused and my breath hitched. "The memories were so graphic and the loathe was radiating off of me. I- I freaked I couldn't take anymore." My hands began to trembled and I took slower breaths.

"Could you see who it was?" His bright blue eyes checking into my hazel ones for an answer.

"No.." I start biting my lip. "B-But I think it was Ric."

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"So what does the Cal examiner, Bill Forbes, and Alaric Saltzman have in common?" Damon asked aloud. Stefan kept doing this annoying tapping with his ring and it's pissing me off. Damon notices as well. "Come on. Knock it off."

"You know, quitting blood cold turkey after a ripper binge, probably not the best approach. Every time you play that all or nothing game, you eventually leave  a trail of bodies, so I'm thinking now's a good time to pay our old friend moderation a visit." Damon finished.

"They were all on the founders council, Damon. That's what they have in common." I spoke.

"But why them, huh? Brian Walters and Alaric weren't from founding families. I mean, hey, if you gotta slaughter council members, go A list. At least in 1912, they killed a Salvatore." He countered. Bekah joined us.

"Which Salvatore would that be?" She interjected. "So Zachariah Salvatore was your nephew?"

"Well, our father knocked up one of the maids during the civil war. She had a son, but as far as everyone else knew, Stefan and I were dead. Family name had to go somewhere." My ex boyfriend answered.

"And, uh your family owned the logging mills back then?" Bekah added. I cocked a brow.

"You're full of a lot of questions.." Damon called out.

"I'm just researching my town history. I grew up here, after all." Bekah defended.

"You know, you don't have to disguise your true motives. Blondie Bex. If ypu want more sex just ask for it." Damon blurted. I smacked him upside the head.

"Not enough liquor in the world." Bekah dodged. I snorted and glared at the blue eyed ex of mine.

"Oh, come on. It was too good for you to be this hostile. You too, Elle." He commented. I rolled my eyes and sipped my pepsi. Stefan gets up from my left side, grabs the bottle and moves over.