seven hundred years ago the youngest living Mikaelson ran away from his siblings. Five hundred and forty years after that the young Original meets a nine year old Stefan Salvatore and a sixteen year old Damon Salvatore. Damon and Stefan became fast...
I stumble in the house hearing "That's impossible"
"No it's not" I groan "They killed Finn and MY Sofia" I look at Stefan "I'm going to kill you Stefan Salvatore. Maybe not today or tomorrow but eventually"
"You killed my brother and sister?" Rebekah questions
Stefan looks to Nik "Damon in exchange for the last eight weapons that can kill you"
"And how do I know there aren't any more left?" Nik asks
"Because there aren't"
"Let's be certain, shall we?" Nik walks to Damon "Leave" he compels
"No" Damon groans
"Go on. Leave"
"Nik, he's my plaything not yours" Rebekah groans
"I said, go home" Nik compels again
he starts pulling making his flesh come off
I turn around to go up the stairs
"Where are you going?" Bekah questions
"To pack" I say "And leave. Sofia and I should have left earlier. She's gone now"
after packing my things in a duffel bag I walk back down
"I can't believe Finn and Sofia are dead" Rebekah says
"Finn deserved it" I say "He was a dullard. Sofia..." that's when I start crying for the first time in a long time
Rebekah tries to hug me but I slap her away
"I'm leaving" I state
"What about Kol" Rebekah jumps "You're going to leave him again"
"after he's done with that job Kol will be joining me in Jamaica" I inform "You could come as well Rebekah...if you wanted"
Nik scoffs "The dynamic duo is inviting someone else in.....you two haven't done that since Henrik's death"
"Don't be daft" I scoff "We always invited Rebekah....she just chose to stay by your side and be the wounded sister"
Rebekah doesn't say anything
I nod "It would be best if you didn't tell anyone I sired Damon and Stefan. Let them continue to think Katherine did"
