Alina's Past Lives.

Returned.

            ~*~Klaus POV~*~

My eyes snapped open and I sat up abruptly. My chest was heaving as I ran a hand through my short hair. A dream. It was just a dream. More like a nightmare. My Thalia's death, the death of our daughter, it was always the same kind of dream. My hand found the chain around my neck and my fingers ran over the gold band hanging on the chain. My wedding band. Even though it wasn't on my finger, I never took it off the chain. I missed her more than anything. I wished that she could be with me again, but my dreams just reminded me of the cruel reality that she was gone. I still recalled the first time I held her, her first words to me, our first kiss, the first time we made love. I was there for everything and my lovely Thalia was all I needed. Thalia had changed but our love stayed the same as always. But now I had that damn Salvatore to worry about. I'd bury him if he crossed me or Thalia. Me, being in love with her I wanted to shield Thalia from life's trivial pains but I knew that she had to experience them on her own. I didn't want her to fall in love with him or anyone else since we had met when I was but a young human but occasionally we had both been known to takes breaks and take lovers so I didn't fret. She would come back to me like she always had, and the knowledge of knowing none of either of our past lovers had lived to tell the tale only reassured me more. Everything was temporary except us, we were simply fated. I heard the front door open and close and I smirked to myself. I figured Thalia was trying to sniff out those coffins. That's my girl.

~*~Thalia POV~*~

I made my way into the old abandoned house, passing the entrance I stopped and closed my eyes. I listened out for anyone who might be here, but I heard nothing. I went to walk again but I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was here. I huffed and closed my eyes again this time listening out with my mind, reaching out with my magic. Looking for any one's thoughts to pick up around me. Mind reading was my first power, one I got when I turned three and since then I was a bit of a master. I could read a mind from a mile away making it as easy to find Stefan in the basement. I smile as I opened my eyes and made my way to the stairs. I easily attacked Stefan gripping his shirt. "Where are they?" I growled as I held Stefan up by the collar of his shirt. He just laughed, carelessly. I looked at him with furry as I read his thoughts playing along with him "She'd never find the coffins since the witches were hiding them." I smiled a bit as I got at least that much on where they were. "They're not here." Stefan smirked and I slammed him against wall. "Don't make me ask again! Where. Is. My. Family?" I wanted him to tell me. "And I'll say it again. They're. Not. Here." He teased. I threw him to the floor and my eyes darted around the room. I then proceeded to tear the room upside down, looking in every nook and cranny for those coffins. "You're wasting your time." Stefan sang and I whirled on him. "I will kill you!" I seethed. "I wouldn't because then you really wouldn't know where your family is." Stefan smirked. "You know what, why don't you ask Damon? He knows where they are." "No, he doesn't. He would tell me because..." I trailed off. Did Damon really know where they were? "What? You think that he cares about you? Damon only cares for Damon." The vampire said. "Go ahead, ask him." "Fine! I will!" I huffed and turned my back but quickly whipped around and smashed Stefan across the face successfully breaking his nose. "That's for hurting Elena!" I blurred to him and kicked him hard in the ribs, a loud crack echoing off the walls. "That's for taking my family!" I picked Stefan up and slammed him into the wall before plunging my hand in his chest, my fingers curling around his heart. "And this–" I jerked my arm back causing Stefan to gasp for breath. "Is for trying to kill me." I whispered in his ear before roughly removing my bloody hand from his chest and punching him so hard in the face I was sure I broke his nose for the second time. He fell to the floor with a thud. "It would be wise not to forget what I am Stefan. I won't think twice about pulling your empty heart from your chest next time." I say and kick him in the face, he yelled in pain before his eyes shut and I left.