* 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 / teeth !

            since  the  moment  she  came  back,  hayley  has  been  in  the  dark  about  the  truth  of  why  exactly  she’s  alive  again.  after  realizing  it  wasn’t  just  her,  she  figured  there’s  more  at  play  than  she  knows.  who  better  to  ask  about  an  impending  doom  than  a  mikaelson  ?  it’s  always  a  matter  of  time  until  she  runs  into  them,  anyway.  and  who  better  to  inevitably  cross  paths  with  than  the  father  of  her  child  ?  “  klaus  ?  what  the  hell  is  going  on  ?  ”

       Hope turned around and froze as her eyes landed on her mother’s. So the necromancer brought her back. But at what cost? A question she already knew she didn’t care about. This is her mother, yet she knew the necromancer had a hold on her. Tears forming in her eyes as she slowly stood up. “–Mom.” Her voice broke. Even though she told her she doesn’t blame her and not to blame herself, Hope will always live with the fact that she had a play in what lead up to her death. Guilt will always be there. 

          the  second  she  hears  her  daughter’s  voice,  it’s  the  only  confirmation  she  needs  to  know  that  this  is  real.  no  visions,  no  watching  hope  from  shadows  unseen  ...  the  both  of  them  are  alive,  together.  there’s  no  hesitation  as  she  rushes  toward  her,  arms  wrapping  tightly  around  hope.  she  lets  out  a  quiet  sob,  basking  in  the  moment  and  the  fact  she  gets  to  hug  her  daughter  again.  “  oh,  my  baby  girl,  ”

hearing the other agree to keep her distance allowed amara to relax a little.    ❝ thank you ! ❞ she nodded slightly, her shoulders less tense.  ❝ you’re referring to my doppelganger. ❞ she nodded while cinnamon hues glanced at the stranger.   ❝ my name is amara. what’s yours ? ❞ she questioned politely.

          she  stays  where  she  is,  not  wanting  the  woman  to  be  too  uncomfortable  in  close  proximity.  katherine  would  want  the  opposite,  wouldn’t  she  ?  hayley  finds  herself  a  bit  perplexed  with  the  entire  doppelganger  business,  not  trusting  each  respective  clone  to  be  who  they  claim  to  be.  there’s  no  immediate  danger,  so  she’ll  play  along.  “  right,  yeah,  doppelganger  ...  i’m  hayley.  let  me  guess,  you’re  back  from  the  dead  too  ?  ”

     The dead are coming back. Would her parents also? Her father? Part of her wanted them to but another just didn’t want them under the necromancer’s control like the twin’s biological mother was on their 16th birthday. Sitting at a table by herself, there was a lot to think. Tempted more than ever to just leave it all behind as much as she tried. 

          she’s  the  first  person  that  came  to  mind  at  the  realization  that  yes,  hayley  was  alive  again.  god,  she’s  only  on  hayley’s  mind  constantly  no  matter  where  she  is,  always  wishing  the  best  for  her  daughter.  yet,  now  she’s  here  and  she’ll  turn  mystic  falls  upside  down  to  see  her  baby  girl  again  --  but  she  doesn’t  have  to.  it’s  her  scent,  the  comfort  of  home,  of  a  child  she’s  longed  to  see  for  ages.  “  hope  ?  ”  she  croaks,  tears  forming  in  her  eyes.

     death was scary, yet somehow henrik had returned. his last memory was of death, and yet here he was, very much alive once more, dazed and now walking down the street, nothing was how he remembered it, this was clearly not the same village he had grown up in. everything was different, and loud, everything was so loud. the boy was scared. he wondered what kind of magic would bring him back to life in a time that was not his own. henrik had chosen to leave his blood soaked tunic where he had woken. it was torn to shreds as it was, but he didn’t want to be wearing a reminder of his own death, well a reminder other than the scars that littered his chest and face. finally, after walking for what seemed like hours henrik came across someone, “where am i?” 

          the  damn  town  shouldn’t  be  like  a  maze.  sure,  it’s  been  some  time  since  she’s  been  in  mystic  falls,  but  why  is  it  so  difficult  to  find  someone  who  knows  what  the  hell  is  going  on  ?  she  has  a  feeling  that  whatever’s  going  on  can’t  be  good  and  if  there’s  consequences...  someone  might  as  well  put  her  right  back  in  a  coffin.  the  kid  sticks  out  like  a  sore  thumb  and  hayley’s  removing  her  jacket  the  second  she  sees  him.  “  aren’t  you  freezing  ?  where  the  hell  are  your  clothes  ?  ”  unsure  of  whether  or  not  he’s  comfortable  with  being  touched,  she  settles  with  handing  him  the  fabric.  the  confusion  and  lack  of  an  outfit  has  her  guessing  that  he’s  in  the  same  predicament  she’s  in.  “  mystic  falls...  i’m  guessing  it’s  been  a  while  ?  ”

❝ no, please don’t touch me . ❞  shoulder tighten upward before stepping back. amara didn’t know how she came to be among the living, but she quickly feared the reason behind her return. the original petrova believed that qetsiyah may have brought her back to force her to relive her fate as the anchor.  the young brunet was imprisoned once before by the powerful witch to endure every supernatural death for over 2,000 years that even the wind provided an unwarrent touch. amara knew that she couldn’t endure being a prisoner of qetsiyah again, not again.

          katherine  was  the  only  one  she  ever  met  and  the  bitch  tried  to  have  her  killed.  she’s  not  so  thrilled  about  meeting  the  other  doppelgangers,  but  figure  none  of  them  can  be  as  bad  as  katherine.  she’s  cautious,  unsure  which  one  was  in  front  of  her...  had  no  one  ever  thought  to  spell  them  in  an  attempt  to  tell  the  difference  ?  maybe  distinguishing  charm  bracelets  ?  “  i  won’t,  ”  she  agrees,  already  tempted  on  heading  in  the  other  direction.  “  you  just,  unfortunately,  look  like...  someone  i  know...  uh,  what’s  your  name  ?  ”

          The lonesome road, stuck on the other side without no promise of discovering peace. Cami had forgotten how many days or even years went by. Commencing to cross the road, a nimble kick of a pebble underneath her sneakers & an intense light suddenly beaming at her. Ear splitting turbulence from a car horn, heart thumping from within her as she scurried back. “What the f-“ Her cry being cut off from the hustle of people bumping by. Confusion stretched along her face, what was going on? “Where am I?” Murmuring to herself, detecting the sweet essence of blood pulsing through peoples veins. Fangs began intruding, hand fastened over her mouth as she struggled to soothe herself. Too much was going on, her head felt like it was about to rupture. Until a hand settled upon her shoulder–

          all  she  wants  is  to  find  one  familiar  face  --  just  one,  if  she  were  to  be  so  lucky.  she’s  unsure  how  long  it’s  been  since  she’s...  well,  woken  up,  but  it  feels  like  it’s  been  hours  to  no  prevail.  hayley’s  number  one  priority  is  finding  hope,  jackson,  hell  she’ll  even  settle  for  a  mikaelson  or  two.  a  woman  on  a  mission  and  no  one  can  stop  her.  well,  that  is,  for  everyone  but  a  vampire  about  to  reveal  themselves  and  finally,  a  familiar  face.  someone  she’s  very  much  missed  and  thankful  to  be  seeing  as  the  first  interaction  since  being  alive  again.  or,  so  it  seems.  “  cami  ?  woah  there,  easy,  let’s  put  those  away,  ”  she’s  quick  to  spin  the  other  around  and  away  from  prying  eyes.  “  you’re  alive...  well,  as  alive  as  a  vampire  can  be.  ”

❝   i swear, i will make you suffer in ways your evil mind can’t even imagine.   ❞

the yearning to eventually see her family again -- but not a moment too soon.. the peace of a brisk full moon night, a fierce heart and a protective rage.