KrystalMoonshine
"I told you, Klaus. You aren't dying on me when you married me."
>In another life, I was twenty-five, dead on the linoleum of a convenience store. In this one, I woke up on the doorstep of the Forks police station with an impenetrable mind, an allergy to small-town angst, and zero tolerance for immortal hypocrites.
I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't written into their scripts.
I made the golden boy of Washington drop to his knees on my bedroom rug, shattered a century of predatory theology with a shrug, and left him standing at the altar in the mud. Then I took five state lines, slipped into New Orleans in five-inch heels, and looked the Original Hybrid dead in the eye over melting bourbon ice.
Klaus Mikaelson thought he was the monster destined to burn alone. Elijah thought he was the martyr meant to save him.
But when an ancient rot woke beneath the bayou to carve my family open, I did what none of their gods had the stomach for: I took his executioner's block, locked the vault from the inside, and traded myself to a thousand years of ash.
They thought they buried a sacrifice.
They forgot who owned the kingdom when my eyes opened.
[TWILIGHT x THE ORIGINALS / TVD CROSSOVER]
Enemies to Sovereigns | Villain's True Devotion | Dark Fantasy Romance | Unapologetic Female Lead