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     “what do you want, KATHERINE?” elena snapped, whipping around to look at her doppelgänger with narrowed eyes. blood was dripping from her lesser lip and behind her stood a young man, obviously compelled. “can’t you see i’m busy?”

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FRIENDS I’M SO SORRY. life got messy and then if was my bfs birthday but i’m back with elena and we’re ready to write !! pls love me

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It was late and she was sure she’d heard something behind her, a twig snapping or a heavy footstep just meters away. She whipped around to look, but nothing was there aside from the empty street and the glare of a streetlight. Elena just wanted to get home but her car was yet to be fixed and she hadn’t wanted to bother anyone with a phone call. SNAP. This time when she whipped around, she came face to face with Tyler Lockwood, finding herself angry. ‘ Tyler! I thought you were an axe murderer or something! Don’t do that! ’

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i thought i was tired but, SURPRISE, i’m not. so, elena and i are here instead !!

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undrccs:

     🕷 –  “EXACTLY!” he giggled with her words, giving a nod. peter watched as she patted the guy on the shoulder as he walked away. they seemed close by the grin matt had on his face when he walked away. his eyes then went back to elena when she leaned forward and was staring at him. “i’m not so good at BLENDING in.” he said and ran a hand through his hair for a moment before keeping his gaze on her. “and thank you… AGAIN. now this town doesn’t seem so bad.” he gave her a small smile. “i’m from QUEENS.” he said, seeming to brighten up a little. “– new york.”

  ♡ – elena watched as matt retreated before turning back to peter with a smile. “you don’t have to worry about blending in around here. no one really FITS here. we’re all different and that’s what makes MYSTIC FALLS so special.” she explained confidently, proud of her town. sure, things weren’t always good, and there was always something crazy going on, but their diversity in personalities was something to be happy about. it would be boring if everyone was the same. “and AGAIN, there’s really no need to thank me. it’s refreshing to see a new face.” and she was being truthful. despite the diversity, not many people moved to town. they usually left. “oh, i’ve been to new york once! i thought it was beautiful. terrifying, but beautiful.”

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     camila was afraid the other woman would be weirded out by her or would simply tell her to go away. she had never gone up to someone like that and simply introduced herself out of nowhere and so she didn’t know what to expect. but the other seemed very welcoming and camila smiled widely, nodding her head. “good. i’m glad you didn’t think this was strange.” she laughed, taking her hand into hers to shake it. “it’s very nice to meet you, elena.” she smiled. “do you even know what all of this is about? cause i honestly don’t. everything seems to be way too fancy for me and i don’t know how i feel about that.” she chuckled.

    “i’ve seen weirder things, so introducing yourself doesn’t really make that list,” she teased with a laugh. the handshake was firm, but not too firm, not enough to scare elena away. “not really, no,” she admitted, “but i was invited and i couldn’t bring myself to say no. i like casual things and this is the opposite of that. don’t get me wrong, dressing up is fun and all, but i’d rather be in jeans with my friends than in a big dress with strangers.” she smiled and turned to look a camila with kind eyes. “we can keep each other company, no problem. i’m sure there’s somewhere we can escape to.”

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rusticgrace:

          A dancer’s legs were their most important asset. Sure, arms and hands… but legs. Which was why the second Sarina twisted something that wasn’t meant to twist, she took herself to the hospital. To her, not dancing was akin to not breathing. Impossible. “Please, I just…” But she had been waiting as a non-emergency case for the last hour, and hope was waning. Was she going to get worse if she had to wait? Well, if she stopped standing and pacing… no. But did that make her situation seem any less dire to her? Also no. “I would like to… Please!” she tried again, this time a nurse looked up, rather annoyed, and shamed her back to her seat.

          Elena had a busy night and was ready to go home to nap for the few hours she had before she’d have to return. She hoisted her bag up over her shoulder and pushed open the large metal doors of the emergency room, headed towards the parking lot where she could escape to edible food and a comfortable bed. It wasn’t until she heard the woman nearby begging for help that she stopped. Sure, sleep was important to function, but nothing was more important to Elena than her patients. “Ma’am? What's the problem here? Do you need a doctor?” she asks as she makes her way toward the woman, kneeling beside her. “I can take you back if you need medical attention. What’s your name?”

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thevoices-ofmymind:

“I don’t recall giving you any sort of warning, or advice for that matter. But, I get it, you weren’t exactly raised with sarcasm so I’ll try to be a bit more blunt next time.” He notes with a small shrug.

“If I’m understanding that correctly. You and a bunch of your friends just decided to wander to this town that sprung up out of nowhere on the off chance that it contained something you were looking for?” He didn’t even try to hold back the laugh that followed. “That’s one of the dumbest things I’ve heard in a while and that’s saying something as I’ve been around for a long time, meaning I’ve heard a lot of dumb things.”

Golden eyes seem to slit a moment, appearing like they would if he were in his true form before returning to normal just as quickly. There was something…off about this one, but honestly he didn’t care to puzzle it out. Instead the dragon just turns and starts to head off calling back as he did. “Yeah…sure, let me know how well that ends up going when you actually meet one or rather, five seeing as they tend to travel in groups!” Another lie, sand snakes were very much loners, but they were big enough that you’d almost think that there were more.

“You did, sarcastic or not. A response is normal when you speak to someone,” she counters, annoyance evident on her face. She was easily annoyed, especially after having spent so much time with the other vampires.

“You’re wrong, but I’m not surprised. You’re making a lot of assumptions for someone that doesn’t even know my name. Places like this are a lot like the kind of place what we’re looking for is. Magical and mysterious are two words that could be used to describe this place, like the place we’re looking for. It’s not on the map, so we look for places that also aren’t on the map.” She frowns and finds that she has to jab at her fangs with her tongue to keep them from showing themselves. “Is there a reason for your bad attitude?”

“You’re trying to scare me and is isn’t going to work,” she calls after him. Her feet follow him, though she’d much rather travel elsewhere, away from this jerk. “Not much scares me anymore. I’ve been through enough to know that not everything is as scary as it seems.” She leans forward to tap his arm, frustrated that she’s even going to ask. “Will you help us? It’s kind of important.”

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    “My fingers?” Brows knit together in a momentary confusion. “They hurt, a little sore. Probably from painting” He paints houses for a living, the career his father left behind. It has had an influx, he takes on more jobs to pay the bills - that must be the reason behind the ache.  “It’s increased a bit.” He weighs it in his mind, attempting to give her the measurement “I can take down three meals.” A shrug, he has the ability to write everything off and this was just because he was growing. He understands she’s trying to help, he’s fearful enough to spill the beans about anything but Art’s a good kid, good grades - better friends, people love him. Illegal was never his style. “I’m not on drugs, i really don’t know what’s the matter… I was fine a few weeks ago and then suddenly everything hurts. my temper is flaring and i’m not an angry kid” But the slightest bit of frustrations dances into anger, making his fist clench. “I have a fever almost nightly but i’m fine in the morning…” He takes a deep breath, gaze falling to the outside world - watching as nurses and family members walk back and forth. It leaves him with a longing, to see his father walk through those doors - asking if he was alright, what was wrong with him. Now, he’s left alone, asking himself but little hope of being given an answer. “I keep having this dream. It wakes me up. It’s about Wolves attacking a girl, it feels real sometimes and i can’t sleep afterward” Maybe it was a lack of sleep that was doing this to him. 

    The brunette gestured to his fingers, the way he had been stretching and flexing them since he’d arrived, with furrowed brows. “I’ve never seen painting cause that kind of pain. You’ve been stretching them since you got here. Is it a constant pain? Does arthritis run in your family?” She was grasping at ideas as they came to her, not willing to allow him to leave until she came up with a diagnosis of some kind. This was more than growing pains, more than stress or whatever else the boy could come up with. There was something more going on her and she needed to figure it out for his sake. “Three meals is normal, Art. Is that not normal for you?” Again, an idea was torn from her head as he gave her a response that contradicted it. He was a good kind, from what she could tell, and if he’d had some kind of record they would’ve known about it. “Temper?” She froze. Tyler’s temper hadn’t stopped raging since he’d turned for the first time. “Anger about small things, things that normally wouldn’t upset you?” She dropped the clipboard on a nearby chair and leaned against the wall, hoping this wasn’t what the poor boy was dealing with. “Do you believe in the supernatural, Art?” Her voice was cautious as she asked, not willing to cause him any unnecessary panic.

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   “I don’t have time for this,” Nicholas muttered with a shake of his head. “Do you have anyone else you can go to with this drama?” He already had so much on his own plate, he didn’t need to deal with the vampires too. Coming to Mystic Falls had been a mistake, but it was too late to go back now.

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   Elena hadn’t been expecting him to say that, but he had. “What do you mean you don’t have time for this?” she questioned, frown prominent on her delicate features. “I just wanted someone to talk to. Everyone else is either mad at me or off the grid.”

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            “Doppelganger, huh. First I’m hearing about it. I thought you’d be the one wanting peoples blood.”

           “Magical double of this crazy girl named Amara, or something. Petrova Doppelgänger is what they call me. Not a fan.” She frowned. “It’s none of your business what I want.”

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i had a very long day, so i’m headed to bed a little early!! replies that aren’t posted tonight by my queue will be done tomorrow when i wake up!!

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Emily didn’t look up when she heard the other voice - one she hadn’t heard before, but she was sure would simply add to her anger. At least she was now to be left alone by the nasally blonde who kept asking her the same questions a billion times over. “Hi Elena,” she repeated, her tone mimicking the slow, dull voice of an AA member. The new question made the red head raise an eyebrow, before letting out a truly fierce cough that made her aches only worsen for a moment. Pushing herself up so she was sat more upright, she sighed at the doctor. “Out of my mind. I’d prefer my laptop, but it’s apparently still being detoxed in some lab, and I doubt you guys have wifi.”

This Emily was sassy, someone that would rather be anywhere else, and Elena couldn’t blame her. Being locked up, away from others, had happened to her as well, back in her teenage years, and it had been, without a shadow of a doubt, the worst time of her life. She grinned at the girl’s tone, figuring that she would be some fun. She reminded her of Caroline, in the best of ways. She winced at the cough, upset that she was unable to do much for it. “Have you had water in the past hour? I don’t mean to be the boring doctor, but it is important,” she questioned. Caring for people was her job, she couldn’t help it. “I can get you a laptop. Maybe not your own, but a laptop. We do have wifi, it’s just not usually available for patients. If I get you in, it has to remain a secret.”

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The girl standing there was truly that, a girl. She could not be older than himself. He often forgot that he was a young man, that was what war did to people, she made them older, heartless and bitter. He said nothing, frankly, he could not understand her language. Was it English? Polish? Lithuanian? Russian? It did not matter, all languages of the world sounded the same. Especially in the moments of death, he remembered the screams of the soldiers being wounded, the French sounded just the same as the Germans, the Russians just as well. Death did not pick, Death did not understand any languages.  He examined her clothes, it was cold so she had a coat but there was something specific about her look. She wasn`t a villager, he could that, they were either dead or they ran away, there was no other way, no sane person would stay there unless… while she was not wearing the parading hat on her head that was so typical for nurses, she probably was one. Could that be? Suddenly, that theory made sense.  He did not know what to say. He could only guess she was asking him whether he was hurt or perhaps whether the soldier was dead. ‘He is dead’ he said in Russian, at least he tried,  мёртвый  was the word everyone understood. Especially here where the Russian had the control over the country. He tried to add that he was ok and hid the watches as fast as he could. 

The look on his face told her that he didn’t understand her, that she had to figure out for herself what language it was she spoke. In a war, she had to learn the basics of many languages, ranging from French to Japanese, in order to help the people brought to her. It was easier for them if she spoke their language, as it was hard enough to communicate while in pain, never mind trying to remember the English they may or may not know.

She moved closer, repeating herself in Russian, and then again in Polish, followed by German. “Are you hurt? I can help you.” In all three languages, her accent was shaky, but the words were understandable enough that, if he spoke any of them, he’d be able to communicate back. All she’d been taught was thrown out the window as she knelt beside him to get a better look at both him and the soldier on the ground. His status was easy: deceased. The other? Not as simple.

She nodded her head a few times and leaned forward over the corpse, finding that she didn’t need tests to confirm his death. He’d been dead for at least 24 hours. There was nothing she could do for him. She noted that the other’s Russian wasn’t perfect, ruling that out on her list of languages. Again, English, then Polish, ending with German, she asked him, “Do you need medical attention?” She stood from the ground and held out her hand, her way of telling him she could help. With her free hand she fished out her credentials, handing them over so he could see for himself.