Alina Gilbert lived an entirely normal life up until the day her parents died. Not only did she have to deal with the pain of loosing both of her parents, she also discovered that she was a witch. Ever since the night of the accident Alina began to...
~*~Chicago~*~ Klaus pitched a fix when his hybrids didn't work now he was out looking for some answers. He dragged us to Chicago to meet some witch friend of his. I didn't want to go, but Klaus insisted I should, he said I would like where we were going and that he wanted me to meet his witch. So I followed curiously to see who he wanted me to meet. We pull up to an old storage unit and Klaus opens the door for me. "Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." "What are we doing here?" Stefan asks as Klaus opens an odd concrete window. "I know how much you loved it here, bringing back memories of the good old ripper days." Klaus smirked. "I blacked out most of them, a lot of blood a lot of partying, details are all a blur." Stefan says as he walks up to stand next to Klaus "Well than is a crying shame, the details are what makes it legend." Klaus says, and I started to remember why Klaus brought us here.
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Klaus and I were sitting at a booth at a bar with Rebekah the music was playing people were dancing and Klaus and I were drinking. It was 1920 and I was still in Tatia's body biding time until the next doppelganger was born. I noticed a lovely young gentlemen walk in with the smell of fresh blood on his collar. I walk past him and snatch a drink from a waiters tray he was planning on taking. "Please help yourself." The man says to me. I turn around and look at him. I immediately recognized him as Stefan Salvatore, my long dead lover Damon Salvatore's younger less attractive brother. I watched the blood leave his face as he recognized me as well. "Well I always do." I say to him, keeping my cool as I walk closer to him and lick the blood from his chin. "Careful Mr. Salvatore, your still wearing your date. She's lovely." I whisper in his ear and begin to walk off, as I do he snags my arm. "Who are you?" He asks obviously recognizing Tatia's doppelganger face. He was after all in love with Katherine not to long ago. "Katherine?" He asked after me. I nearly laughed. "Kasandra?" He asked as he looked me over. I put my index finger to my lips. "Shh." I say and walk away up the steps to where Klaus was sitting.
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"Chicago was magical." Klaus says. "Yeah well I'll take your word for it. Like I say I don't remember much of it." Stefan says as he walks away from the window. "Going to business then." Klaus says closing the window. "Why am I still with you. We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean don't you wanna move on?" Stefan asks. "Careful," I mentally warned Stefan. "Your pushing to hard." I pressed. Klaus walks closer to Stefan with suspicion in his eyes. "We're going to see my favorite witch." Klaus mused. I elbowed him with a frown. "Well, my second favorite witch." He corrected. I smiled. "Thanks." Stefan thought and our eyes met for a brief second of time. "If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem it's her." Klaus says as he pulls my hand breaking up Stefan and I's private conversation. I pull my hand free with a sudden jerk. "What's wrong with you?" Klaus asks angrily. "I am not a fragile little human Niklaus. You don't need to pull me around like a child. I'm stronger than you. I'm older than you. I'm tired of sitting around. I would like to do something interesting for once!" I almost yell as I get in the car and slam the door leaving Klaus and Stefan stunned by my sudden out burst. It wasn't that I was angry with Klaus really. I just didn't want to be in Chicago. I died in Chicago 1920 and I didn't feel like reliving it.
