𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓, ᵗᵛᵈ ⁽¹⁾

𝖝𝖛𝖎𝖎𝖎. 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊

         𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 — 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

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A groan of pain fell from the heretic's lips as she turned to the side. The spirits of the witches must have left her with a broken neck. So much for their maniacal, villainous and twisted revenge for all the supernatural creatures' lives lost at her hand. She lifted up her head slightly, tiredly examining her surroundings before she laid her head back against the pavement.

She lay down onto the middle of the empty road for God knows how many hours until she lifted her upper body up, leaning on her elbows and furrowing her brows. The girl tried to catch onto the cicadas' buzzing, or the birds' chirping, or a cars' passing but heard none of it.

"Where the hell am I?" Nathalie mused to herself and stood to her feet after a long moment. Her feet felt heavy as they pounded against the pavement. Along with the broken neck prior, the witches' spirits seemed to have drained almost all of her magic.

The town square of Mystic Falls was the first thing she laid her eyes upon and it gave her a sense of familiarity. The heretic furrowed her brows once again as her gaze landed onto the cars parked around the streets that seemed out of the 90s timeframe but looked brand-new. Nathalie looked around for any movement but noticed none.

Malachai Parker stood in the shadows as he watched the girl wander around the town square, his own confusion etched on his features. He hadn't seen another human being for a long time now, since his family trapped him into this Prison World all those years before.

The siphoner trailed silently behind the young woman as Nathalie made her way to her former home, not taking notice of the boy behind her. She made her steps up to the porch, picking up the newspaper on her way towards the front door.

A low growl of pain left the heretic's lips once she felt someone place their fingers on her temples and practically started to drain her magic out of her being. She forced herself to stand still as she felt the person's grip on her head ease a bit and let her head casually drop to the dagger strapped on her thigh.

Once the person dropped their grasp on the girl's temples, Nathalie quickly turned around, aiming the blade for their stomach. Kai made a flick of his wrist, snapping the heretic's neck with the magic he'd siphoned from her moments prior. "Magical neck snap. Never gets old."

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"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Bonnie flinched at the sudden presence of the voice and tore her eyes away from the Original hybrid's desiccated body lying in the coffin before her, turning to meet Tyler's gaze. "What is that doing here, Klaus? The deal we made with Tyler was that you'd leave his body and jump into someone else's the first chance you got."

"Yes, when I assumed I'd be a pile of ash. But apparently, fate and oxygen intervened and there I am." Klaus walked past the Bennett witch and towards the coffin that held his original body. "Put me back."

"I can't right now," Bonnie said to the hybrid with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"Your history teacher outed Tyler and Caroline to the Council." Klaus tilted his head at the young witch. "They're on a warpath and this body's vulnerable."

"I have to help Elena before she has to feed," the Bennett girl began. "And then I need to find out what happened to my sister and how can I bring her back home. So, helping you isn't that high on my to-do list for today.