Coming back the dead was a complicated process, even under the best of circumstances. For Josette Parker Laughlin Saltzman, it felt especially complicated. When she’d woken up, it’d felt like a nightmare. Everything reminded her of the last she came to life, safe for the fact that this time she wasn’t wearing her bloodied wedding dress, and she was terrified for it meant for Alaric and their daughters. She couldn’t come into their lives just to endanger them again, she couldn’t put them through getting her back just to lose her again. Josie, Lizzie, and Ric all deserved better than that. That’s why when she woke up in the cemetery in Mystic Falls, instead of going to the Boarding School, she went back to Whitmore. She’d intended to stay there, to stay away and let them live their lives uninhibited by the strain she would put them under. Everything was supposed to work out, everything was supposed to be just like last time she ran away, she thought she had it down to a science by this point. The thing Jo hadn’t counted on was the human element, the element that failed her. She couldn’t stay away from her children, and she couldn’t stay away from Ric. So, she got in her rented car and drove to Mystic Falls, intending of seeing them again, and then fate intervened the way it always did for her, and changed everything.
Being in a prison world complicated things a bit, but the witch was too stubborn to let her stop her now when she’d come this far. The hardest thing would be finding them, a feat magic would make easier than it could have been given the circumstances. Two spells later, the witch found herself looking at her husband, invisible to the eye as she took him in. He was as handsome as ever, and the longer she looked at him, the more she realized how much she’d missed him, and how long it’d been since she’d last seen him. Looking at him now, it almost felt like a lifetime ago. It’s now or never, she told herself as she sighed, and lifted the cloaking spell and finally spoke up.
There was absolutely no mistaking Alaric’s inability to accept that his wife was gone after Kai stabbed her through the abdomen at their wedding. He spent months on end trying to track down information regarding the phoenix stone, psychics, witches, absolutely anyone to come to some way in bringing her back. He wasn’t new to this, he knew that people came back from the dead albeit with significant cost but he was willing to pay. And even then, when he reanimated her body it wasn’t her. He had allowed someone else who was trapped to walk around in the skin of Jo and that alone did things to him that couldn’t be undone. Saying goodbye to her--but not her. It was something he didn’t think he could recover from but then Valerie said his kids were safe and he thanked God every day that that gun he put to his head that very night was blank.
He salvaged what he could of his love, the part of him that wasn’t broken to make a family for his girls. Alaric had even tried to make things work with Caroline to no avail. Obviously, it wasn’t meant to be but he was grasping for fucking straws. Every single woman he loved perished and even though he wasn’t alone in the sentiment--at least he though Caroline would be safe then. His girls had to be safe then. And then it was the god damn necromancer. It actually WAS her that time. She was actually walking around retaining all their memories and their love. EVERYTHING. But she wasn’t living, she wasn’t even breathing. She wasn’t in control and then they had to kill her. It was his own worst nightmare personified and the girls had to go through it too. He was the monster, he had to send her away but it was to be peaceful. After rising was peace even guaranteed? He didn’t know but he tried to think well of it. And as much as he tried to move on it didn’t feel right. He had enough on his hands, he inherited an entire school of kids to look after. And that he’d failed too.
As he jogged around his prison, he was trying to pick up the pieces of his mistakes. Right his wrong and save the people that were suffering the consequences. Weapon strapped to his side he was admittedly started at first when the figure appeared in front of him. He’d walked among witches enough to know the game but he could never expect it. But Alaric heard her voice before he saw her. A picture of health and this time not attached to the haunting memory of her wedding dress. She looked normal--here and modern. God, this was his prison. “-no...” He breathes out, tears stinging his eyes as he attempted to focus on her. “You can’t be here.” Not only did it feel impossible at this point, but his heart couldn’t handle the burden of protecting someone as pressure as her on top of everything us. He hadn’t even realized that he hadn’t lowered his gun yet and he honestly didn’t feel safe to. “NO--he..he took your magic. You gave it to him.” He was trying to justify all the things that weren’t her about the person standing in front of her. “You’re...” He stumbles, choking on a sob as his grip on his gun shakes and eventually lowers. “What are you?” Certainly not his wife.