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Well, it was hardly a favorite. Really though, there was only one possible film that could spring to mind. A movie that had never been made except in Aurora's own nightmares. The vision that tormented her and always lurked in the shadows of her mind. That he would stop loving her. That she would have to watch him love another more than he loved her. That she would be replaced in his heart. She'd rather have seen him dead. Perhaps that made her selfish, but Aurora did not care. She would rather see him dead than watch him give his heart to someone that was not her.

She did not tell him this. Instead, she forced a smile for him before shifting to the tips of her toes to kiss him. "What do I have to fear when I know that you are here to protect me?"

"I bet you think this is supposed to throw me for a loop, but unfortunately the answer is without even blinking."

"You see, in this situation Elijah made his choice, had nothing to do with me. But even if I did have some sort of hand in this? I'd like to remind him on 1492. And the tomb. And when he walked away from me after no humanity Elena worked him over like a sap. He's never had a problem with throwing me to the wolves for something he thought was more important. So I would like to ask you and Elijah, what makes it so different if I do the same? I've spent five hundred years running from his fuck ass psychopathic brother and at any point he could have helped and chose Klaus over me. Time and time again. So I'll tell you what I told Elena and anyone else that asks. I will look out for myself. I will always look out for myself."

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⠀⠀⠀⠀"how very concerning," he remarked, "that you appear so remarkably informed regarding the particulars of my breakfast conversations." his gaze held steadily upon tristan’s. "especially considering how frequently you insist upon emphasizing your desire to avoid any meaningful association with me." something that was mutual.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"one might almost conclude that you have developed an unfortunate habit of monitoring my movements out of sheer personal fascination."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"as for your historical analogies," he continued, “you seem to mistake temporary civility for genuine reconciliation. the two are not interchangeable concepts.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀"during the christmas truce of 1914, british and german soldiers emerged from their trenches along the western front. they exchanged cigarettes, sang carols together, buried their dead, and in certain sectors even played football amidst the mud and ruin of war." a faint pause lingered. "and then, when the morning passed and command reasserted itself, they resumed slaughtering one another with artillery and bayonets."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"a fleeting gesture of humanity did not erase the conflict itself. nor did shared bread between churchill and stalin transform either man into a trusted companion of the other. necessity creates strange spectacles, tristan, but it does not inherently produce trust."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"history is, in fact, filled with such examples. richard lionheart and saladin exchanged physicians and gifts during the crusades whilst simultaneously attempting to dismantle one another’s campaigns. roman senators dined together mere hours before orchestrating assassinations within the republic they publicly claimed to preserve."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"therefore, no, i do not consider myself obligated to suddenly alter my assessment of an individual simply because they offered me a second-hand scone someone else originally prepared for them."

The bar was nearly empty this time of night. Suited Cami just fine --- her mind had been everywhere but there. She couldn't help it. Life had thrown her far too many curve balls as of late. Still, she served drinks, smiled when she should have and hoped that no one saw through her.

The sound of footsteps drew Hayley's attention as she took a long sip of amber liquid from the glass in her hand. The hybrid's gaze lifted as she glanced over her shoulder to take in the man behind her. A light sigh fell from her lips as she set down the glass. "You really are a glutton for punishment huh? If Klaus see's you here - he won't be happy." She commented lightly, turning fully so she was facing him.

         to call herself a princess had been a very stupid idea, but in her trouble the only thing that seemed sensible to her. a princess would not be hurt, she would not be killed. they might try to negotiate and propose an exchange. perhaps they would even treat her well to earn an advantage and the favor of royalty.

        even if you could see clearly that she was not a princess. she was completely out of breath and her heart galloped in her chest with fear and anxiety. her green dress was muddy and torn from the branches of the forest and she was bleeding. trevor had told her that she would find shelter when she reached this hut in the woods. now she had been captured by someone else despite fierce opposition and taken to a place she did not know.

        katerina had her arms wrapped around her delicate body, her shoulders slightly raised when she heard this unknown voice that came out of nowhere. it wasn’t klaus or elijah, but that didn’t mean anything. the unknown man undoubtedly knew the two, he seemed to know that she had been their guest, although she had not betrayed them by introducing herself as princess.

        she had taken it as a great honor that they had sent her an invitation to a castle, that a lord apparently had an interest in her and was seeking an engagement. all lies and deceit, as it turned out, they only wanted her death, her blood to be more precise.

        katerina shuddered as the man introduced himself with a name and revealed that he was just like them. that all of them were just like them.  her chocolate brown eyes nervously flickered around, feeling like a rather vulnerable prey that was presented on a golden plate. and indeed, that feeling was only confirmed when she was referred to as 'food'. the man, tristan de martel, let her (or more the others) know that he does not play with his food. could she trust these words? no, because words meant nothing to these creatures of the night. the mikaelsons, the ones she had tried to escape from, also exchanged pleasantries and promises first before they showed her their true intentions, even if not voluntarily. to her understanding, every undead being desires to break this curse. if tristan and his people belong to them, then he might want to kill her as well.

        the human flinched as the door fell behind fell into lock and the men disappeared on tristan’s orders. whoever this tristan was, his word seemed to have power, all the more reason not to trust him. he was just like them.

        she twitched again as tristan approached her and held her breath in an attempt to make herself invisible; yet her trembling limbs carried her to the place where tristan wanted her. she could hardly stand up anyway, her feet hurt and she had no strength, yet her hands blindly seized her soiled skirts to lift them slightly, as she was instructed to sit at the generous set table. she felt immediately out of place, too dirty to sit on those fine chairs; too weak and afraid to even pay attention to the meal that was offered to her.

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The ground was cool beneath her as she sat in the cemetery, her back against a headstone. Her fingers flit over the earth, and she moved them over the headstone, over her mothers name. She knew that being out there at night was like inviting trouble, but her Jeremy was gone for the night and Jenna was dead. There were only ghosts accompanying her in her home.

Stefan was gone. She couldn’t help but think of him, as she did whenever she didn’t miss Jenna, and he’d likely never come back. Just to keep her safe from Klaus.

She wanted him back though; there was no way to bring back Jenna, but there was a way to bring back Stefan.

She startled as she heard the rustling of leaves, suddenly accompanying the sounds of insects chittering. Goosebumps raised along her skin as she strained to hear soft footsteps along the ground.

She rose from the ground as the silhouette made it’s way across the ground and towards her. Her eyes were sharp as she looked at him, his voice ringing out clear in the night. She frowned at first, wondering what this was about, before she understood it.

He was playing with her.

And he knew who she was. What she was. Part of her wanted to run, yet when she moved, it was to walk towards him. There was no point running from a vampire. He was a vampire of course, his suit too expensive and his accent to rich for him to be a werewolf.

In some ways, he reminded her of Elijah, the way he carried himself. But there was something about him that was distinct too, the closeness in his eyes. The closer she got to him, the more he resembled shark swimming in blood infested waters.

“You would like a word?” She frowned at him, confused and wondering what he wanted. Alarm bells were ringing in her head as she stopped a few feet away from him; something about him screamed danger. “The polite thing to do would be to show up my house in the morning then, not stalk me in the cemetery at night.”

She bit her lip, her neck tilting as she observed him, “but then vampires aren’t known for their politeness, even ones as old as you.” She tested the words, and even though she walked for his confirmation, she knew they fit. He was an ancient vampire, although she wasn’t quite sure just how old he was.