Esoterically Bound (The Vampire Diaries)

Epilogue

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|<Angela's POV>|

|~Written by Angela Craven (YourImpossibleGirlXX)~|

It was twilight at exactly 21.49.

Deep blue streaked across the sky, as the fading yellow-white of the sun peaked out from the horizon, and the first stars appeared in the sky.

It was beautiful. And it shouldn't have been. The world should have been grey, limp, and lifeless.

She was...Jane. Jane was dead.

Nothing should be so beautiful, so full of life.

Jane...We cleaned her up when we took her back. I point blank refused to leave her out there, and, surprisingly, I was left with little resistance. Right now, she was on the dining table, as beautiful as always. I had cleaned her up myself, refusing, choking back tears, to let anybody else do so.

She was Jane.

My best friend.

I wasn't gonna let another fucking leech clean up the evidence of another murder they had caused.

And no chance in fucking hell was I gonna let any of those bastards touch her.

So I held back my tears, washed her dirty face, and her hair, and brushed it out.

I had been the one to lay her on the table, and I had been the one to dress her in a dress of the darkest green, a simple flowing dress with a knot work top. Simple, but beautiful. It was unequivocally Jane. The colour set off her light brown hair, and made her already white skin, that was paling with the sudden loss of vitality, already more stark and beautiful in the coldest way.

Her eyes were closed. Those eyes that held kindness, and a fierce determination. Those eyes that never wavered, that, resigned with her fate, would never bow down to anybody.

Stupid fucking vampires.

And now? I was here, sat by the fire in the Salvatore's living room- though, ironically, nobody actually alive lived here on a permanent basis- drinking the umpteenth whiskey of the night, glaring at the fire, glaring at the flickering flames the cast shadows in the depths of the room, as if the heat of the flames had been stolen from my best friend.

I didn't know where everybody else was. And I thanked them, mentally, for leaving me alone.

I cursed them, both outwardly and mentally, for existing.

"Drowning yourself in drink, I see?" I growled in reply as the hybrid sat down opposite me.

"Piss off, Klaus. "

"Now now, Love. Don't get so testy. I'm understand how you-" I flew out of my seat, hair crackling with electricity, magic going haywire as I managed to set my arm in a magical flame, not hurting me at all, but rather conducting my magic for me. I saw Klaus stand, his eyes widen in surprise, and I internally grinned as I threw back my words in a tone so venomous that if he were a regular vampire, I would not doubt that it would scorch him.

"Don't you even dare you rat bastard. It was your fault. Your fault Jane was killed, your fault she is always killed- your fault she was made to suffer again and again. Don't you even fucking dare to say you 'understand how I feel.' You feel nothing but blood and death and hate and revenge. You should've been killed long ago; you are a pest, a piece of-"

"Don't you DARE call me a pest, you insolent bitch! Silas killed Jane, not me! It is not my fault he ripped her heart out- you could have saved her with your magic, and yet your fear became you. This blame falls on you! And I DO understand how your feel!"

"I lost my best friend! You lost-"

"I LOST HER TOO. I lost the girl that saved me, not just because she never had a choice, but also because she wanted to."

Something inside of me snapped. I flung my empty glass down to the side, and I saw Klaus prepare himself. I had intended to hurt him as much as possible, and I could see that he was going to let me.

I looked into his eyes, and saw all of the pain and grief and pure loss that I felt pouring from his own.

In less than a second, I had gone from fully intending to beat Klaus to a pulp, to falling to my knees, sobs wracking my trembling body.

I barely managed to register surprise when a pair of strong limbs awkwardly wrapped themselves around me, and I didn't even react when he started stroking my hair, except to lean into his shoulder and cry.

I don't know how long we were there on the floor, huddled in silence, as Klaus attempted (and, although I would never admit to it, succeeding,) to comfort me.

It was him that started to speak. He cleared his throat, and said, albeit uncomfortably; "I was wrong. It wasn't your fault, Angela. It never was. I'm...I'm sorry."

"And so am I. It wasn't your fault either, Klaus. She went in there."

After that, we seemed to reach a sort of understanding.

We got along much better, reminiscing with each other of our fallen friend, as dawn peaked over the house, bringing a warm, soothing pale orange light, as the last embers of fire died.

"I am going to check on Jane, make sure she's ready."

I stood, nodding gently, as Klaus looked at me and nodded in assent.

I guess the death of a mutual friend really can bring people together.

Looking over at Jane, her brown hair spilling out of the top of her head, I smiled mournfully.

Why is it that the best of us always die first?

She was my first friend, and my best friend. She liked me even when I hated myself. She inspired me to be strong. And now? She was gone, and soon she'd be six feet under.

I would have to be strong enough for both of us, now.

I vowed to myself to do the work Jane was doing for her, determined in my resolve to carry out her duty until I was facing my own imminent grave.

A twitch in Jane's right hand made me gasp, and I peered closer at Jane, staring into her face.

What on earth is goi-

Jane's eyes snapped open.