#jelaric

Jenna Sommers and Alaric Saltzman

i joined new contest recenetly named the end of tvd by winchesterlegends, since this tv show was a big part of my life i decided to join hehe i know video is total mess but i uploaded it anyway haha

first task was to make video about your fav character, most of ppl think that it's Elena, i mean yes, she is, but Jenna... i hope you'll remember her and here is someone who love her too. i love her so much and she didn't deserved all of this, she deserved to be happy and i still have hope for her, i mean she was the best match for Alaric, so... who knows

a lot of thanks to Ro, you know why!

Summary: Requested fic for AMS0220: Jenna Sommers is awoken by The Necromancer after being dead for two decades and things have changed, sort of. Landon and Rafael are just trying to find a new place to be after Raf's nature is revealed. Ric is startled to find another dead love wandering around. As if Mystic Falls didn't have enough drama. AU/AH

WARNING: If you don't read the note, you're going to be confused…

Hello, my lovely readers. You might take note that there is one major character missing from this fic, the canon timeline is conflated, and Jenna Sommers is Elena Gilbert’s from S1 of TVD… On with the show…

                                                  Rude Awakening:

There is a small town called Mystic Falls. The town is hopeless. Literally. There is a girl named Hope Mikaelson, but this is not her story. She is living her own adventures, with her family, and from time to time Caroline Forbes joins them, down in New Orleans. What Mystic Falls does have are mysterious attacks from monsters which they diligently cover up and pretend—like most small-town-ers—that it didn't happen. Oh, and they have a Necromancer. And a Chad. Soon, they will have a newly-resurrected and greatly confused Jenna Sommers. That will come later...

                                                            ~0~

Currently, The Necromancer was having a very bad day. He tossed things about the crypt that he was now living in, although The Necromancer didn't really "live." He just kind of existed.

"Chad!" The Necromancer shouted. He picked up a goblet and tossed it at a wall. "Chaddddddd!" he screamed.

"Yes." Chad came into the crypt. Poor Chad looked about as unhappy as anyone would be to be stuck living under the thumb of a crazed creature, like The Necromancer, who Chad still thought of as Ted, sometimes, but knew better than to say it aloud.

"Oh, how good of you to appear." The Necromancer placed his hands together, and made his way over to Chad, tilting his head to the side with a false smile that left a pit in Chad's stomach. If Chad weren't already dead, he'd be afraid that his…used-to-be-a-friend, would kill him, although Chad knew now there were things worse than death.

"What did you bring me?" The Necromancer inquired, eyeing the box in Chad's hands. His ethereal blue eyes peered into the box, and he wrung his hands, almost looking happy.

"I brought what you asked for. The books," Chad replied, setting the box down and stepping back. If he could, he would flee, but he couldn't; so he didn't.

The Necromancer reached inside the box. His smile began to twist and Chad felt worried. "Nonsense." The Necromancer tossed the first book aside. Taking out another book, and another, and another, he continued to toss them, looking more and more pissed off. This would end badly. For Chad.

Finally, The Necromancer took one of the books and let out a quiet laugh. Smiling, he walked over to Chad. "Do you know what this is, Chad?" he asked, tapping the cover.

"Nope." Chad decided playing dumber than he had been in human life would be a good idea. He shook his head and waited for the worst.

The Necromancer chuckled and stroked the cover of the book. "This is a journal of the adventures of my old friend, Niklaus Mikaelson. Sure to be some good reading tonight." He turned away from Chad. "Keep an eye on The Pit for me."

Chad sighed. He hated Pit watching, but he'd do it anyway.

~0~

Flipping through the volume the idiot named Alaric Saltzman had written about The Necromancer's old pal, Nik, he paused when he saw the name of a woman. Flipping back, he grinned to himself. Good old, Nik, killed Ric's old lady friend, Jenna Sommers. How truly awful. Letting out a laugh, The Necromancer closed the book. He had work to do.

"Chad!" The Necromancer shouted, stomping back to where Chad knelt by The Pit looking bored out of his mind. "I have a resurrection to perform!" he cried, holding up his arms and grinning happily. He'd be doing what he did best, bringing about chaos.

"Should I come?" Chad called back.

The Necromancer paused by the doorway. "No, Chad. You're still on Pit duty. But don't worry; I'll return." He thought he heard Chad mutter, "I hope not," and decided to let it go, for once.

Rubbing his hands together, The Necromancer had great plans to defeat his foe, Saltzman, with what made most humans foolish: love. Although it didn't work with Josette Laughlin… When you fail: Try, try again.

                                                         ~0~

Jenna Sommers had been about to take a glass of wine to her brother-in-law, Grayson Gilbert, when something felt very wrong. A sharp light burst into the horizon. She placed a hand over her eyes, but it did not help. "Miranda?" she cried out, reaching for her sister, when she felt something tugging at her, and she felt herself being sucked into something.

Eyes opening, Jenna blinked into the sunlight. "Hello, love. Welcome back to the land of the living," a voice called to her with a giggle like Rumplestiltskin From Hell.

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