Long live the Queen.
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"It's been hell meeting you, Damon Salvatore. Goodbye"
In the final book of the Reign series, Calla Ames was a girl who got drawn into the darkness that ultimately destroyed her. Her name being whispered throughout the...
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'To my brothers and sisters. What... a bunch of assholes'
"The spell is complete. Tristan cannot cross the boundary of his own free will and I also had the pleasure of burning the vervain out of his bloodstream, making him compel-able to give us the longitude of Rebekah's location" Freya smiles, clearly pleased with herself as she gazes down at the man magically chained to the wooden chair with a circle of salt around his unconscious body.
Witch's and their tricks, I mentally muse. Leaning back on the crimson plush loveseat, legs crossed and eyeing the strong Mikaelson witch, I inform her with an air of apathy "He's immune to compulsion"
The smug look curls into irritation. I half expect Freya to swing a fist at the old, indisposed, vampire. Even the century-old witch can't perform anything that can make a difference for that, I'm sure.
She rolls her head to cast me a side-long glance, "How should we proceed then?" she asks, appearing bitter now.
Having no part of their scheming, I flip a few strands of loose hair out of my face, still wearing the dress I wore from last night's dinner party, and keep my mouth shut. Busy sharpening my hearing that travels the corridors of the large mansion in an attempt to find someone who I haven't heard from since yesterday. I'm not sure whether I should be worried or pissed off, but the lack of sleep just leaves me exhausted and already irritable with whatever today brings us.
Elijah pauses his pacing in front of the french doors that let out onto the balcony overlooking Royal Street. The sun rising and gleaming through the clear windows give him a holy look and the only thing missing was his halo. He answers his older sister with a casual shrug, appearing harmless "Devastate his body, infiltrate his mind, and steal the information we need."
In sync the two siblings glance in my direction and I announce a loud "Nope!" springing off the loveseat, my bare feet meet the ground "I'm not apart of this" I look at Elijah as I firmly state.
I can name-literally- a million different things I'd rather be doing than sitting here watching Elijah fulfill his dream of giving Tristan what he deserves with a smirky little witch to back him up. To be honest, I'm surprised I'm still here and not wrapped up in my covers but then I remember a certain Original vampire I'm readying to ambush.
Elijah isn't deterred "I figured as much" he shrugs again, unbothered. His air of indifference is beginning to strike a chord in me. "To that end, I invited a friend"
Hayley picks that moment to make her entrance, balancing Hope on her hip "I got your text, Elijah"
Oh, sure. Go and call the other hybrid when the other seems useless!
Eyes rolling, I scowl in the noble man's direction but it goes unnoticed for his whole attention is on Hayley the second she walked in. He motions to Hope, "Unless she's violently teething, I don't recommend this place as a daycare"
