Samantha returns back to Mystic Falls to help her sister after her parents death. Unexpected, mysterious things started happening in the tiny town. Sudden death, bite marks, and people drained of blood appear. Sam's world has been a dull grey since...
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"It was their mother Esther who was sealed in that coffin," I announce as Elena, Stefan, Damon, and I gather inside the kitchen in the Gilbert house.
"As in the Original witch?" Stefan asks with disbelief and Elena nods her head reassuringly.
"What? How is she even alive? I thought her hybrid freak show of a son ripped her heart out a thousand years ago," Damon scoffs out, knitting his eyebrows together and I shrug my shoulders.
"I don't know. I'm guessing she has a few connections in the witching community. Elijah said that she wants to live in peace with her family, including Klaus," my sister explains clearly.
"She was supposed to be the weapon to help us kill Klaus," Stefan scoffs out with disbelief.
"Yeah, well not anymore. At least not according to Elijah," Elena replies dryly.
"That coffin was the only thing stopping Klaus from tearing us to shreds," Stefan points out and I chew on my bottom lip, nervously.
"Anyone else feeling a little used right now?" Damon asks, grimacing with disgust. I open my mouth to say something, but the doorbell rings. Elena walks over to the door and swings it open to nothing at the door.
"What is it?" I ask curiously as Elena hands me the other envelope. I tear it open and pull out the card
"It's an invitation. Please join the Mikaelson family this evening at seven o'clock for dancing, cocktails, and celebrate," Elena reads directly off the card and I gulp.
"Who the hell are the Mikaelsons?" Stefan asks with confusion, crossing his arms over his chest.
"The Original family," I reveal and he nods his head understandingly.
"It's not bad enough they're moving into town. Now they want a housewarming gift?" Damon asks and I shoot him a glare.
"Wait, there's a note on the back. Elena I think it's finally time we met, Esther," Elena looks up at me with wide eyes and I furrow my eyebrows.
"If Esther wants to meet you, I suggest we go then. I'll be your drama free bodyguard," I suggest and a grin tugs on my sister's face.
"That's a dumb idea," Damon retorts harshly, his eyes flickering with concern and sarcasm.
"I have to agree with Damon. What if an Original tries to take a bite out of you?" Stefan asks and I glare into his forest green eyes.
"It wouldn't be the first time a vampire did," I clench my fists and Stefan sharply sucks in a breath, glancing away from me.
"Well then, brother, let's get ready for ball," Damon demands firmly, heading towards the front door as Stefan follows behind him.
Elena and I step foot inside the Mikaelson mansion and my eyes dart around. The fancy marble floor and crowds of people gathered drinking wine. My eyes lock onto Damon's as his jaw drops open and I roll my eyes with amusement.
I start walking over to him, but suddenly a tall man with dark brown hair towers over me.
"Hello, I don't believe we've met yet. Kol Mikaelson," Kol introduces himself and my heart skips a beat.
"Samantha Gilbert," I introduce myself, extending my hand.
"The lovely Samantha Gilbert. It's a pleasure to meet you," Kol greets me with kindness and a tight grin on his face. His hand gently takes mine and he bring it up to his lips, placing a tiny kiss on top of my hand.
His eyes gaze into mine as his lips rest on my hand and I quickly jerk away from him. Suddenly an arm loops around mine and pulls me away from Kol Mikaelson. I glance up at Damon and let out a sigh of relief.
"I would say thank you, but you lead us right onto a dance floor," I groan out as we step on the floor gathered with many others. The soft music plays in the background as others crowd the dance floor.
"You look stunning," Damon comments, his eyes trailing over my dress and I let out a tiny giggle.
"I know. I saw the way your jaw practically hit the ground when I walked inside," I comment, nudging his shoulder and he links our fingers together. We slowly flow together on the dance floor, syncing our movements with the others.
I glance behind Damon's broad shoulder, watching as my sister escapes up the stairs to talk to Esther.
"You think our track record for ball dances might be better than the high school ones?" Damon asks, pulling me closer and I let out a tiny chuckle, shrugging my shoulders.
