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“--- ELIJAH.”

𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋  in her opinion, but she surely didn’t enjoy being in his company three months ago. Things had changed, not just from her own effort alone. He needed to see that she wasn’t someone that was easily shrugged off and shoved aside. She was memorable, in every way and iteration of the word, and he needed to realize it before losing her for good. It seemed to work wonders, all things considered. He knew her worth just as much as she knew her own and believed the two to be on equal ground— up to the moment he got hurt. He wouldn’t tell her the details, only eluding to some type of ambush, making it sound far more planned than some random mugging. Hayley knew better than to continue digging for information. Her main concern was his well-being, helping him into bed and stealing his phone when he continued to work while healing. “Doctor’s orders. They told you to rest and rest is what you’re going to do, even if I have to tie you to the bed. The only difference is that this time, it won’t be in a pleasurable way.” She winked in his direction after setting side his clothes, arms folding around her middle when she turned towards him. “I’m playing protective lover because I know you need it. You work towards everyone else’s protection, mine included when you decided it was better to break my heart than to fight to stay with me. It was foolish, but I can tell now why you did it. It makes it a little harder to despise you now.”

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random edits - quilijah edition.

              not only is he the owner of said bar, he is also the host. the place is not only his second home but a sanctuary for those that wish to stay away from the sunlight & venture out at night. he’s friends of many & an enemy of many. those that step afoot inside his establishment ALWAYS abide by his rules. they are simple, otherwise it will turn into a blood bath & that’s not the kind of entertainment he’s searching for. he’s been crowd surfing. giving out tips & advice to those that need them. it is only when a request has been made, that he uses his vampire speed to be behind the bar. ❝ one moment, please. ❞ a gentle reply resounded. he makes quick work in retrieving the finest bottle & a glass, filling the empty glass before sliding the glass over to the source. when he pulls back, however, it is when he notices the similarities in their features. eyebrows knit together in confusion, spine straightening as if he’s seeing the EXACT REPLICA of himself. words, for the first time in centuries, fail him

                           casually, hope sips from a blood bag of her favorite kind of blood, a positive. all the while, her free hand flipped through the pages of her grimoire, spells which could rival her grandmother’s written on the pages. she was so intently focused, and it was all she could do to keep from thinking of her mother’s demise. in fact, her blood consumption had increased since then. in that moment, there were four blood bags empty beside her. so immersed in blood lust and magic studies, she almost did not hear her uncle walk in - almost. 

{It’s the middle of the night... #10 }

First thing Katherine had done was leave Mystic Falls and go to New Orleans to see what she had missed there. Just to see the Mikaelson family. More likely one original in particular. Of course she didn’t wanted the originals know that she’s in town right away. So a low profile it is. Just drinking blood from a few locals from New Orleans since she was just craving blood. It was a weird feeling to be a; to be in a city where the person is who murdered her entire family. And b; to just be back alive again. Hey, Katherine Pierce is back and ready to cause some problems again. Not entirely sure if New Orleans was the perfect place for that. 

Katherine was at the bar drinking when some guy was just incredibly annoying her so she dragged the guy to an alley near the bar as she pushed him against the wall. “You really don’t want to piss me off.”  The doppelganger said as she tilted her head to a side.