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“ no..” she whispered, it was all so real. she could feel everything she felt in her past, the moments leading up to her death as she ran through the woods. her heart thumbing fast, she hid behind a tree as the memories flood in and make her feel as though she is going to die once more. then it stops, looking around she sees where she is. catching a breath she looks up, seeing the moon and for a split moment she is alright but then she is sucked right back in.. she sees herself being brought back to life, and finn.. finn mikaelson was giving her blood? then just like that, he snapped her neck. that was enough to break her from her trance, she kept trying to run but the vervain and whatever else that a hunter had pumped into her system was getting to her. she stumbled forward, falling at the trunk of a tree as another hallucination came. it was the night she left home, she came to see her son and when she hugged him and kissed his head all she wanted to do was rip into his neck and she knew she couldn’t be around, which caused her previous self to run as fast she could away and fall to her knees once the temptation was gone. tears pooling from her eyes, she sat on her knees. “ Съжалявам. толкова съжалявам. прости ми. “ i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. forgive me

“So this is Mystic Falls... guess it could’ve been worse.” Melinda mused. 

A party; the first party of this new day and age for him. Henrik had to admit he was a little nervous, but at least the suit he’d had in his closet for a while could be put to use--even if it was kind of restricting. “Is this thing on right...? Did I put the thing around my neck on the right way?” He grumbled some.

This was likely a bad idea. In fact it was likely a terrible idea. This had trap written all over it, and Katerina may not have been a werewolf but she sure as hell could smell trouble. But where a megalomaniac was throwing a party, chances were that free drinks and food lavishly abounded. So, trap or not, bad idea or not, she certainly wasn’t going to pass up the chance to gorge on gourmet dishes she herself was too lazy to make at home. Which is why she made a beeline for the banquet tables as soon as she’d arrived, and excitedly began piling food onto her plate too absorbed in her all-important task to see the other person coming up beside her.

   He’s minding his business -- eh, sort of -- until he sees the figure up ahead. This part of town, his part of town, was that of broken street lights and bar fights. The person in front of him? Not from this part of town that much was certain with their clean shoes and almost shiny looking attire. “Whatcha doin’ ‘round here?” his voice is laced with some sort of accent as he wonders more out of suspicion than curiosity. 

"i am so not in the mood for your grabbing, idiot.”

Just when he believes he has found another lead that might get him closer to his goal, he is met with another dead end. The demon responsible for his predicament has gone through great lengths to cover their tracks and he fears that with each passing moment the case grows colder. While he remains determined to see this to the end, to say that Chris is hitting a wall is an understatement. After a grueling few hours trying to figure out another angle that he might be missing Chris knows he needs to take a well deserved break.