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A single brow raised as she went on to explain it further, still not connecting the dots. At her dismissal of the subject, Sebastian found himself laughing softly before she pulled him away. The vampire, now human, tensed for all of a moment but relaxed when they were away from prying ears. “I’m starting to sense that.” He was confused by a lot of the things he’s seen upon coming out of his dried state, it didn’t take him long to figure it was no longer 1590. “I’m Sebastian.” He introduces himself, taking a moment to take her in. Now that he was closer, he could see the differences between Cassandra and the other before him, but something about the blonde intrigued him and it wasn’t just her beauty. “And you are?”

There was something about the stranger that most certainly gave off the vibe of someone Lizzie would normally go for. Which, of course, meant that he was trouble, one way or another. She could practically feel the trouble radiating from him, and despite her best efforts she was more than a little intrigued in finding out who he was. Of course, that didn’t mean she was going to be stupid about it. She just wanted to know who and why he was there. “Elizabeth. Lizzie,” she said, watching him cautiously. “So, Sebastian, where- or should I say when- are you from? Because those clothes certainly weren’t picked out this century.”

“Okay,” he said, pulling his hand back and watching as she turned away from him. Though honestly he wasn’t really sure that that was a reason she had run off. Not that he doubted she could be telling him the truth, which he was happy to accept, but he felt like there was alot that hadn’t been finished. A slightly more pressing thing than the Hope situation, even though he felt like they had to talk about that too. “But I did kind of ask you something back there….” he pointed out slowly “Do they need you that badly that we can’t finish a conversation? I would kind of…” Well it felt lame to say it even as he thought it but it was the truth. “Like an answer.” 

Lizzie felt a mixture of emotions as he requested an answer to his question, and perhaps if he hadn’t of asked it she would’ve been able to walk away and save herself the embarrassment of seemingly like an insecure mess, but when he asked she couldn’t help but turn back to him, taking a deep breath before she launched into what she could already tell was going to be a lengthy response, “Landon, I don’t want to be second best to Hope Mikaelson of all people. Yeah, we’re frenemies or whatever now, and I’m trying to get over the fact that my Dad clearly prefers her over Josie and I,” she started, continuing, “ but I don’t want to be the one you choose because Hope went off you, or whatever. I want to be the one someone chooses because they want me. Over anyone. I want someone to think I’m the better one, for once,” she said, her voice straining as she tried to keep her cool, her hands shaking. “I’ve spent forever hating Hope because she was perfect. Everything she did, even when it was bad, she was always on top. Always the special one. So yes, my mind is going crazy thinking about the fact that Hope got to you first, and I can’t help but feel like yet again, I’m the second choice.” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and internally groaned at just how insecure she had ended up sounding, how pathetic. Finally, she opened them, looking him square in the eyes. “I like you, Landon. I like your stupid jokes, and your lame references, and even the fact that you dress like a hipster,” she laughed, wiping a stray tear. “I want to be your girlfriend, but not if it’s because Hope Mikaelson wasn’t interested.”

Landon stood frozen in space, still dripping from the water and wrapped in the towel she had put around his shoulders, as Lizzie all but ran away from him. And honestly on the list of things she could do, well apart from throw him in the water herself, that felt equally as bad. He looked around for a moment, wondering what exactly he was meant to do in the situation but she started towards the tree line his feet were already moving before he really knew what he was doing. 

Dropping the towel and following her into the tree line. He didn’t call out to her till they were through the trees and he couldn’t see any of the others from the lake. “Lizzie,” he said, reaching out to try and grab her hand. Get her to stop and look at him.  

Lizzie was grateful her magic was gone for the moment, considering the pressure that was building inside of her as she hurriedly tried to flee. Her hands balled into fists so tight her knuckles were already hurting, she tried to calm herself down with deep breaths. At the feeling of his hand grabbing hers, and his voice directly behind her, the blonde winced before turning back towards him with a smile that felt fake even to her. “What? Landon, I really have to go,” she tried again, turning her head back towards the trees. “I promised some of the witches I’d meet them, and you know how they can be when someone’s late. They’d probably curse me the second our magic’s back, and I swear if I end up with all my hair gone I am not going to be happy,” she said, and she could feel herself rambling on, the lies falling out one after the other as her flight or fight response kicked in, and she definitely chose flight. She didn’t want to take out her issues on Landon.

Landon felt liek it was on the tip of her lips, the words he wanted to hear. The answer to what made his heart jump. But her question was fair and he really should have started with it. “I- Hope and I have kissed. Not recently. Not since you and I have, but we have. The night I came to the school. And there was this dancing thing a few years ago when I lived here. I just… I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t think it was important but now it’s feels important, you know? And your sister already yelled at me, so I don’t have a good thing with her. So I just… I don’t want to get in the way of you and Hope being friends. I want that to be in the open.” 

It took a lot for Lizzie not to react in the way she wanted to. As much as she liked to believe she was changing for the better, there was no denying the ugly feeling twisting inside her, demanding for her to pay attention to it. A million thoughts rushed through her mind, including her own imagination running wild with the thought of Landon and Hope kissing. It was the last thing she’d expected, honestly, considering Hope had wanted to literally kill Landon after he’d fled the school. Bitterness tormented her, and the urge to say something she would regret played on her lips. Of course Hope Mikaelson, Miss Perfect, would have laid claim on him first. Of course he had liked her, who wouldn’t? It felt like just as she had her whole life, second best to Hope Mikaelson. Realising it had been a rather large stretch of silence between his final words, the blonde took a step back, with a simple “Oh,” afraid she would say something that would shatter the newfound connection she had with Landon. Afraid she’d prove everyone right. “I just remembered, I have somewhere to be. I’ll see you later,” she said hurriedly, her feet taking her a few steps back off the peer towards the treeline. She knew she was running from her problems, but she felt like running was better than losing it, because despite believing his words, her own mind was already working against her, sending her paranoia into overdrive.

Sebastian wasn’t meaning to stare, but the blonde before him looked a lot like his Cassandra. The small reminder of his lost love twisted that familiar wrench in his stomach, but he showed no signs of grief. A skill set he learned when he was only a young boy, emotions seemed to get people hurt and Sebastian didn’t want to be hurt. “A photo?” He asks, puzzled by what a photo was. “What is a photo and why would it last longer?” He had a lot to catch up on, apparently.

Lizzie turned fully to the stranger, taking a moment to take in the man. He was definitely attractive, but there was clear by the way he dressed, and acted, that he wasn’t from there. “A photo, like a pict- you know what? Nevermind,” she said, grabbing his arm and leading him away from the group of humans nearby who were a little too close to listen to what she had to say. “Clearly, you’re not from here. Time wise, and given you’re not the only newbie around here, I’m going to lump you in with the ‘living dead’ group. So who the hell are you?”

Bonnie walked the street with her son’s little hand in her own, while he seemed pretty excited about the new places, Bonnie was a little less than thrilled being back in town. When his hand slips from hers and he runs up ahead Bonnie calls out, “EJ, baby you got to stay with mommy.” Following after the five year old she stops carefully watching the boy with the figure he ran up on. “Sorry about him, he’s determined.”

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Feeling a small figure bump into her, Lizzie felt the grimace make its way to her face before she glanced down at just who the tiny person was. “Watch it, kid- wait, EJ?” Glancing up again at the sound of a familiar voice, the blonde traded her grimace for a smile, ruffling her hand through EJ’s hair as she lead him back to Bonnie. “Aunt Bonnie, I did not expect to see you here,” she said. In fact, even with the loads of dead people who were piling into Mystic Falls, her aunt being back in town was probably the most surprising to the blonde, knowing just how she felt about the town she’d grown up in. “Tell me you missed your favourite niece.”

He coughed a little more as he moved towards Lizzie and honestly, it felt peaceful. To know that she was there, even if he kept getting himself knocked on his ass. “Probably for the best you don’t then,” he said softly, a chuckle on his lips as he pulled on the towel a little more. Before looking up at her. “Go out with me,” he said without thinking. “I mean, just with me. Like offically…” he paused for a moment. Unsure if she was going to say yes or just brush him off but he pushed forward. “I want to be your boyfriend, if you want me too.” He wanted that, at his dinner with Hope. He knew, he knew he wanted her. “Though you have to promise not to hate Hope. Because she said you were getting back to friends and I don’t want to get in the way of that-”

Lizzie’s heart skipped a beat as she took in his words. Of course, the blonde had been hopeful that whatever had been blossoming between the two would evolve into something more. If someone had have told her a couple of months ago if the person Lizzie would end up falling for was Landon, she would’ve laughed in their face. He’d annoyed her beyond belief when they’d first met, and he was definitely not the type of guy that Lizzie usually went for, but there was something inside of Lizzie that felt like he was exactly what she needed. “Yes,” she said quickly, feeling the heat climb up her neck. “I want that. I want to be your- hang on,” she said, raising an eyebrow as her happiness was put on hold. Whilst Hope and Lizzie were on far better terms than they had been, there was something that didn’t sit right with her with him mention her name whilst asking her to be his girlfriend. “What does Hope have to do with this?”

“I didn’t want to interrupt whatever you had going on there,” Hope gestured.  “But now that you’ve looked up, I thought I’d offer to get you another milkshake and you could talk about what’s on your mind.”  Because there was definitely something Lizzie was working through, and now that they were a bit closer Hope thought maybe she could try and help somehow.

Realising it was Hope, the blonde softened slightly, happy to maintain their newfound frenemy status. “Yes to the milkshake,” she said, raising an eyebrow before looping her arm through the tribrid’s and leading them towards the Grill. “But no to what’s on my mind, because the only thing on my mind right now, is the same thing that should be on your mind, Mikaelson: getting magic back. So, instead, you’re going to tell me if you’ve learned something that can pull us out of this mess.”

“Hmm hard pass, I think walking around with a picture of a young strange girl is questionable at best.” Dom replies with a shake of his head, “Was just trying to figure out what is going on in that head. You look like you’re trying to solve the hardest math problem known to mankind.” He notes, knowing that if Andrea was looking that way he would hope someone would check in on her.

“And staring at one like a creeper isn’t?” Lizzie questioned, amusement on her features as she placed her hands on her hips. “Trust me, I’d take the hardest math problem known to mankind over trying to sort out this mess.” At least with a math problem, she could encourage one of the nerds to help her out. This? Not even the most powerful creatures she knew were able to sort this out, and without her magic it was like working it out blindfolded. “Do you usually worry about what other people are thinking, or are you feeling extra nosey today?”

Kai looks to the blonde with a mild sense of offense at her tone and he blinks a few times at her. “Rude.” He comments wondering what it was about her that rang bell for him. “I can’t really control the fact I ended up here, so that sounds like someone else’s fault and you’re opinion is not valid…simply cause I don’t agree.” He states honestly with a shrug, “So unless you can offer something to change the situation I don’t see this as productive.”

“You could at least show some shame,” Lizzie countered, keeping her hand up to block the view of him. “No one likes a show-off,” she added, “especially one with not much to show-off.” There was a familiarity growing inside of her, a nagging in the back of her mind that wouldn’t go away and she couldn’t place why. “Oh my opinion isn’t valid? Huh, funny, since I’m the one fully clothed in public, I’d say my opinion far outweighs yours. I mean, in a matter of speaking, who’s going to agree with the crazy half-naked guy? As for changing the situation, you could always- Oh, I don’t know, go somewhere private and find some clothes?”

It hadn’t taken much for the ginger to connect the dots when Kai had explained how he ended up in the prison worlds. The news of the gemini twins having to merge with their twin and pretty much try to murder the other had hit a nerve with Aspen, a nervous and terrified feeing mixing in her gut as her mind had gone straight to Lizzie and Josie. Finding her way to the boarding school, traipsing through the grounds as though she still went to the school as she searched for Lizzie before finally green hues landed on the blonde. Aspen’s pace quickened, her hand grabbing Lizzie’s arm the second she made it to the other. “Elizabeth we need to talk,” she stated firmly. “Now.” She didn’t even wait for a response before dragging the other away, finding them a secluded area to talk. “How much do you know about your family,” she questioned. “The Gemini family?”

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“Hey, what the hell-” Lizzie started, before realising it was none other than Aspen who had grabbed her out of whatever she’d been doing. “Woah, calm down,” she said a she was dragged along behind her best friend. Upon hearing he question, the blonde frowned before raising a single eyebrow in confusion. “What are you talking about?” she questioned. “Why do you want to know more about the Gemini’s?” she added, confusion lacing her tone. “They were a bunch of crazy ass witches obsessed with their coven, or whatever. I know they hated siphons, yay for me. Why, what is this about?”

Kai liked to think he was easy to adapt to the things around him, tossed into a prison world he learned to deal, people ending up in his prison he learned how to handle them, get himself out and adapted pretty well to life eighteen years out of the loop. But to come back yet again but this time without his vampire abilities he felt off his rocker add the fact he couldn’t even siphon he was annoyed, "Alright, timing wasn’t the best but I mean beggars can’t be choosers right?” How he got out he wasn’t sure, he wasn’t even sure he cared the how or the why. Freedom was freedom and after three prison worlds he was over it. “Some might find this embarrassing.”

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Lizzie didn’t recognise the man before her or how significant it really was that he was back. After all, her uncle, the man who had tried to kill her and who had succeeded in killing her biological mother was supposed to be locked away in some other hellish dimension, or whatever. Of course, the fact that the no magic thing meant no magical prison worlds, hadn’t really crossed her mind given everything going on. She’d heard of Kai, mostly through snooping through her father’s things, and she knew her father had hated Malachai Parker with a vengeance. Alas, Lizzie was unaware that the stranger who’d shown up in his literal underwear, was a psychotic mass murder, and so instead of heading for the nearest crossbow, she merely pulled a face, avoiding looking too closely at the half-naked stranger. “Uh, ew,” she said, her voice dripping with disgust. “Yeah, and rightly so. No need to scar everyone with eyes, myself included.”