Khione Aleksian Mikaelson. Twin sister to the notorious Klaus Mikaelson. Upon getting a call, she heads to Mystic Falls, and what, or should I say who, she finds changes everything. What she does next, well that's where the fun begins.
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Aleksian's POV~
As it turns out, when I followed my brother to go hunting for Stefan, he was just going to get his cars and needed me to drive one.
"Niklaus. I thought we were hunting. Why on earth are you handing me keys to one of your cars?" I ask with a blank face.
"Because I realized something. Should you not find our siblings, scaring the locals, meaning our doppelganger and Damon, Stefan will rear his nasty little head. That's when we find him." he tells me and then drives off, so I just roll my eyes and do the same.
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Alekisan stood in the Gilbert living looking at her handy work with a smirk. The smirk only widen when she heard a groan from behind her as the door lock jiggled.
"We'll find him, Elena. Don't-" Damon says as they enter the house.
"Oh my god-" Elena jumps at the sight.
"-worry" Damon finished as he looked around. It looked like they were having a get-together.
Twenty people sitting at the dining room table, couches, chairs. It looked normal at first.
Clapping her hands, Aleksian cheerfully spoke, "Good! You've made it. Because I've come here with a warning."
Just then, one of the heads fell off its bodies making Elena scream as it rolled on the floor.
The three heard a moan of pain from the kitchen and the tribrid looked evily pleased.
"Sounds like your warning is waking up." and then the tribrid was gone.
Damon walked around to observe the bodies in the house. Each one was torn apart and placed delicately placed back together.
"Oh my god! Damon!" Elena yelled from the kitchen. Damon was there in a flash, he grimaced at what he saw.
Jeremy was tied up with rope, shirtless, and very bloody. "Jeremy!" Elena yells as untied her brother. "Oh my god, Jeremy what did she do to you?!" she cried.
The boy yelled out in pain as Elena touched his shoulder to help him sit, the girl quickly moving her hand.
"...Damon," Elena called and the Salvatore was there looking at the little Gilberts back.
"Bring me, Stefan" carved into his back, the dull, rusty, and bloody knife laid in Jeremy's left shoulder.
