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" and that was what dakota was to him " +
Stefan and Dakota had been on a spree; not the kind that wasted your money and loaded your arms with painfully heavy shopping bags, but one much more gruesome and inhumane.
Dakota, her dress clothes stained with blood, drank the last drop off blood from her date's body, wiping her face daintily with a napkin as she sighs, turning towards her brother as he drinks a woman dry.
Suddenly, a familiar blonde joins in, her eyes dilated as she sinks her pearly fangs into Stefan's treat, the two sharing before locking lips, licking their excess meal off each other. The younger Salvatore then notices the necklace, one that plays a huge part in Elena's life in the future, smiling, "It's beautiful."
"Absolutely stunning." Dakota adds, her painted fingernails tapping the metal softly.
"A witch gave it to me. Supposedly it's magical." Rebekah answers with a smile.
"And is it?"
"It brought me love, didn't it?"
Then, Dakota's hair seemed to stand up on the back of her neck, goosebumps flaring up her arms and legs. Her knees seem to give way, a tingle shooting up her spine in a euphoric wave of pinching nerves. She had never felt this way before, it was something so foreign she had thought she were dying.. again. And as soon as she smelt him, lavender and trees, one that seemed to snap her from her blackout momentarily, she knew what was happening.
"It's late Rebekah, we're leaving-" a tall, male figure grasps onto the blonde's arm, tugging slightly.
Dakota's world seemed to stop, everything seeming sluggish around her. She could hear her heart pumping blood, thumping loudly in her ears as her face flushed. She immediately felt like pouncing on him, ripping his clothes from his body and leaving her mark all over him. She could hear his thoughts, racing and questioning, wondering what that delicious smell was. Then, it hit Dakota. It was something so rare, only happening to werewolves, and for a vampire to be experiencing it scared the hell out of her. She wasn't ready for it, she didn't want it.. she didn't want him.
So, before he could spot her from behind the bleeding body, she fled. She ran and ran until she could no longer smell that suffocating smell. And she forgot about him, just how she forgot about everything else that happened those few months.
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"Your sister. So I knew another Original vampire." Stefan starts.
"If you can't handle it, then don't ask." Answers the original as the trio walk over to a number of wooden coffins, their exterior sleek and clean as if they hadn't been put away in storage at all. Klaus's fingers press softly into the exposed skin of Dakota's waist, tingles shooting up her spine at his touch as he opens one. Inside, Rebekah is lying dead in it with a dagger stabbed in her chest. He smiles and gently touches her face.
