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[eternaltrcgedy]

barbiexbekah:

Rebekah looked over at the doppleganger before noticing who it really was. “Elena Gilbert? As I live and breathe, who knew that you would eventually leave Mystic Falls. I honestly thought that you would live in that place for the rest of your life.” She shrugged with a small smirk. “Thanks. I’m not exactly that interested in it to be honest with you.”

It took every atom that made up her body to resist an elaborate roll of her eyes. Instead, she offered only the smallest of a shrugs -- a strawberry chapstick coated pout forming into a firmly pressed line. “Only left to try and pull Bonnie out from the other side. Now, if we just figure out how to slam the door shut and keep it that way? I’ll be on my way. As much as I love home, there’s a lot of.. bad memories associated with it. After all this is done, I was thinking about taking a year off of college to travel.” Chocolate hues narrowed. She could see it in her eyes -- Rebekah took her for some small town, basic life HILLBILLY. But.. she’d play nice. “According to Caroline ( and Katherine ), I have a.. limited fashion sense. For myself, at least. You should get something in RED. Definitely, red.” It really was the blonde’s color. And as an added BONUS? It’d mask the blood of her haters.

[thcstrixseer]

“You’re not who I was supposed to meet.” Ariane stated simply, twisting her ring around her pinky as she inspected the other in front of her. Her mind went to thinking of spells she could use if provoked, but for now, she’d wait to see just want the other wanted.

[eternaltrcgedy]

Inspecting the girl with a twitch of her groomed brow, she took a cautious step forward. It really was none of her business -- Elena knew that. But this city was getting more and more ODD by the millisecond, and any tidbits of information that she could get and relay back to the ones she held with a great amount of trust, she would. In reality, the brunette had been attempting ( without the use of the Google Maps app on her cell phone this time ) to find Rousseau’s -- a bar she’d heard much about already in her short time being in New Orleans. Instead, she decided to stick around and play along for as long as the act would hold up. “Luckily for you, I was sent instead.” One of the FEW perks of being a doppelganger? Elena could somewhat easily take on the role of her less pleasant counterparts when necessary. 

[sinfulmvracle]

(¸.• ♛ → “I’m looking for someone, maybe you could help?”

[eternaltrcgedy]

Dark orbs looked over the woman. She was still very fresh in the city, but it simply wouldn’t have been in her nature NOT to help. “Uh -- I’m pretty new around here, but I can try my very best? Go for it. Give me a NAME.. a picture?”

[thenoblexelijah]

“I’ve been more than patient but don’t mistake my generosity for weakness. I asked nicely.”

[eternaltrcgedy]

“I never claimed you to be weak, Elijah. You are anything but that. I’ll consider it -- but first things first, I have to know WHY you’re asking in the first place. And.. ME, of all people.”

[lovecsdeep]

   “ i think i’m tripping . ” vicki said to the bartender , “ which is kind of crazy since i don’t even remember the last time i took acid . ” her eyes focused on the drink in her hand , “ i mean - regardless , i guess i’m just going to have to ride this shit out . enjoy the time while i have it . ” she said , not caring about whether the bartender was actually interested in her tale or not . “ in the spirit of that , next round on me ! ” the blonde announced , smiling while holding up a wallet ( one that she’d pick pocketed from someone on the way in , of course ) .

[eternaltrcgedy]

That voice. A brunette head popped up from the drink she’d been nursing in the bar --  Elena had texted Caroline to swing by and meet her a few hours prior, but it’d seemed she’d gotten caught up with something else in the meantime. Puzzled eyes darted across the crowded bar top, hastily searching for the source of the all too familiar voice. DAMN IT, why couldn’t she put her finger on it? Finally, a hand holding a wallet shot up from across the room. She leaned forward to inspect the face. HOLY FU-- Vicki Donovan?! An already uneasy stomach ( presumably from running into a humanity-less Stefan in the middle of a crisis regarding the other side -- double trouble ) did backflips. The Gilbert vampire had to reel herself in as to keep herself from all but jumping on top of the bar to get a better look. Instead, she’d stare in disbelief. A deer caught in headlights. “Vicki?”

[vd-gifs]

How many more ways are there for you to rip my heart out?

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@ripprxstefan​

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cfxrbes:

“Hey what? Those were Katherine’s words, not mine,” Caroline was quick to defend herself. Though as her eyes took in the outfit she couldn’t help agreeing with the statement. Then again, the pair had never shared the same taste in fashion. She raised a brow at the mention of the cure, wondering just how many vampires had accosted Elena to get it, but choosing not to ask for fear of setting off her friend. “Yeah, not so sure the accusations will be any less with me at your side. Just so I can be sure you hear it from me first, Katherine is in town and we’ve kind of been hanging out. I think we’re almost, like, friends. Which is so weird hearing it aloud, especially in my own voice.”

Brows knitting tightly together, Elena was physically taken aback by the words that had just left her friend’s lips. Surely, she’d heard incorrectly. “You WHAT? Katherine.. and YOU -- friends?” Barely able to form a remotely coherent sentence, she brought a hand up to rub her temple. Caroline had to joking, she just had to be. Truth be told, the brunette barely had time to find it ODD that Katherine Pierce was in New Orleans at all -- what with Klaus being town and all. For the most part, her mind flooded with millions of reasons as to why it WOULDN’T make any sense for Caroline and her psycho doppelganger to be friends at all. In just a short amount of time in the grand scheme of things, Katherine had made Elena and her friend’s lives a living hell. She felt as though she needed to just.. sit down, and process. “Caroline,” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with you?”

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oldmansilas:

The very reason why Silas did not have the cure in his grasp stood before him. It churned his stomach seeing someone who shared Amara’s face knowing that she was somewhere else, in a much better place than he was. Nostalgia and emotional pain came to play but turned into anger, being the only emotion he could have after two thousand years of suffering. He approached the vampire cautiously, a worried expression graced his features something Stefan would probably do when she was acting up in this fashion. “Elena, hey. Calm down.” he placed a hand on her shoulder and offered the other a sympathetic look. They walked away, on his request before he turned his attention to the rabid doppelganger. “What was that all about?” he asked, sounding curious and oblivious.

“Stefan,” The young vampire breathed out. She couldn’t believe her eyes. After all of this time spent wondering where the hell he was, he was standing before her in an alleyway smack dab in the middle of New Orleans. As the vampire who had accused her of being her cure-filled doppelganger fled the scene, the brunette brought slender fingers up to latch onto the hand he’d placed onto her shoulder. Beaming doe-eyes met his. “Oh, you know -- every vampire on the face of the Earth that has ever wanted to be human again is after my doppelganger. Lucky me. I’ll manage though. Always do.” Her features melted into a soft frown. “Where have you been, Stefan? I texted, called -- nothing but RADIO SILENCE from you.”

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ripprxstefan:

Stefan definitely didn’t need a lecture right now, especially from the girl who had broken his heart. That wound was still fresh even if he could no longer feel such emotions as pain and anger. Still, he knew her judgements were bound to surface at some point. He rolled his eyes and brushed past her hand and her body in general. “I’m bored, Elena. Places to go, people to eat and all that jazz.” He said, finding himself walking into a jazz bar nearby. “Where have I been?” He spoke casually, knowing if she didn’t follow, she’d still hear. “I’ve been drowning in a safe in Steven’s Quarry. Where have you been?” 

He made his way to the bar and compelled himself a drink before surveying his surroundings, looking for his next victim.

She stood still for a brief moment, her jaw falling slack in complete and utter disbelief as the Salvatore brother wandered off into the bar. Her feet felt as though they were stuck in a pit of quicksand. While she’d met this version of him before, Elena had seen the circumstances it had been under. She hated it -- but she at least understood WHY that monstrous image of himself was taking over. This time? How long had he been trapped in a safe drowning over and over again in the damn quarry back home? Who did this to him? How did he end up here? Too many questions clouded her mind. Lips parted to speak, but words ultimately failed. 

An audible groan rattled her throat before wandering in after him. Dark eyes scanned the rowdy jazz bar, locking in her target. She placed a forceful hand onto Stefan’s shoulder -- a frustrated tug to reel him back in. The least he could do was make her understand. “Where have I been? I’ve been HERE. The door to the other side is blown wide open. It’s been a free-for-all. Or, have you been too occupied to notice since you’ve arrived?” The smell of blood on the man was almost unbearable for her. Even so, her features softened. Although she’d professed her love for his brother, Elena still cared for Stefan. Through all of the darkness, she would always have love for him. That much was obvious. The younger vampire moved slender fingers up to graze his jawline -- an attempt to settle his attention on her. “Listen -- I get it. You shut it off. Big bad Stefan is out to wreak havoc. I’m not going to try to make you feel. I’m not going to snap your neck, lock you up, and dry you out.” At least not yet, but she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. For a job such as getting Stefan to flip his switch back on, and get him back onto the road to recovery -- Elena would need back up. And lots of it. These sorts of things needed time, planning, and delicate execution. “Just talk to me. Please. How long were you in that safe, Stefan? Who did this to you?” 

[niiklausmikaelson-blog1]

“As usual, every time I come here, it seems that the style of the clothing seems to change.” Rebekah sighed as she walked out of the store in something new that she’d found. “Though, I do have to admit, this actually looks quite cute compared to previous styles.”

[eternaltrcgedy]

Being fairly new to The Big Easy, Elena had still been trying ( and failing ) to memorize the crowded streets. The constant hustle and bustle didn’t make it very simple at all. She’d been fiddling with the maps app all morning as to try and find her younger brother’s new apartment in the city. Her eyes were so glued onto the screen, she almost didn’t notice the figure strutting out of the shop just millimeters away from her. “OH!” With a gasp before any sort of minor collision occurred, Elena looked up -- her vision focusing in on the woman standing before her. “Rebekah,” She greeted with an err of caution about her. “It’s uh -- very cute, actually.”

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immortclisms:

Amara scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. “I haven’t the slightest care in the world which one you are.” Amara’s doppelgangers were more of a nuisance to her than anything. Yet, of course, there had to be at least one in the very city that she had taken residence. “What do people want with this Katherine anyway?” Disliking the doppelganger did not mean she wouldn’t use her to get information she needed.

Honestly? The very sight of the woman made her head reel. She wasn’t Katherine -- that’s for damn sure. And she had to say, upon first impressions, this DEFINITELY could not have been Tatia ( who, even though they had just met, was seemingly the most pleasant out of the gang of Petrova doppelgangers ). So, who on Earth was THIS? Elena felt her mind go fuzzy, staggering backward before catching herself up against the chilled bricks of the nearest building. “Wha-- WHO are you?”

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immcrtalwiitch:

Qetsiyah had been obswrving from afar at what was taking placing right in front of her. Granted,she couldnt do anything about it otherwise,she would be killed….at least in theory. The young witch watched as she heard the young woman refer to someone who was called Katherine. “Hm. This town gets more interesting by the minute…”

As the other vampire threw his hands up in defeat and sped away from the corner of the alleyway, Elena turned her attention towards the source of the new voice. “I assume you’re new to New Orleans as well?” Dark orbs scanned the woman.

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ripprxstefan:

Stefan’s bloodlust had grown uncontrollably since he had turned off his humanity in the safe and been rescued from it by Qetsiyah’s fisherman. He was ripper Stefan again and while that bode well for someone like Klaus, it did nothing for the poor inhabitants of New Orleans. His shirt was splattered in blood, hidden partially beneath his jacket and coat- his mouth still tasting like his last meal. He had drained a few people in one of the less popular bars on the outskirts of town. Now he had somehow found himself in front of his ex.Great. “Well, that much is pretty obvious, isn’t it?” He was definitely off. 

The smell of fresh blood caused her nostrils to flair as she turned her attention away from the cure hungry vampire ( mistaking elena for her doppelganger who had the cure flowing through her veins ) who’d promptly fled the scene at the sound of a nearby voice. Her gaze now settled onto the crimson stained mess of man standing before her. The last time she’d seen Stefan -- GOD, she didn’t know how long it’d been. Elena had sent text message and text message after long winded voicemail, wondering where the hell he’d run off to. She could hardly believe what stood before her eyes. It was obvious as to what was going on, but the Gilbert vampire simply didn’t want to give in -- she didn’t want to believe it. “Stefan..” She warned with a tilt of her head, bringing a hand up to keep the distance between them. The last time he’d.. been this way, she was but a mere human. Now, if he were to attack without remorse, she would at least be able to defend herself somewhat fairly. “Where the hell have you been? How -- what happened to you?” Her eyes barely focused on his own, but rather the stains of somebody else’s blood he’d failed to hide under his jacket. 

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thereturnedxviking:

Tatia had surely walked in on a scene like no other, though she had not expected to find one of her fellow doppelgangers in the middle of it…not that she was complaining. Giving a small chuckle as she watched the person back away from who she could only assume was Elena, Tatia gave a small smile.

“You certainly do have the Petrova fire…-” she gave a warmer smile, stepping towards the other doppelganger. “We’ve not had the pleasure of being introduced…-I am Tatia and you must be Elena?”

With a frustrated huff, Elena turned her attention to this stranger in the alleyway going on about -- WAIT -- did she just say.. Petrova fire? As the woman came into view, the young vampire’s brows began to knit closer together, trying to comprehend what in the hell was happening. Coming face to face with one doppelganger was trippy enough. “You are.. you’re Tatia.” She echoed, blinking a few times as an attempt to clear her mind. The Gilbert girl truly wasn’t sure what to say or do. She’d only heard stories. The whole ‘other side’ business was clearly to blame for her resurrection. “Elena Gilbert.” She confirmed with a nod, a minuscule grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “I’d say the one and only, but..”

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hcrvcstwitch:

(¸.• ♛ → Davina was keeping a low profile like always when she walks down the streets and see people around, it was refreshing, however, when she saw a girl in trouble with another…not a witch that can tell but it was a vampire, one of Marcel’s vampires so she knew he must know those rules “You heard her” She told him, now making her presence known, she knew that vampire, he usually helps Marcel and knows about her, only few people know but Davina erased their memories about her so they couldn’t remember that much, she did the same but still, since he was with Marcel, she couldn’t let him know that she was around “And it’s better if you leave, Marcel doesn’t like when someone is late to his meetings” That’s how she was here because Marcel wasn’t watching her so he decided to just look at her like trying to remember or something but then decided to walk now away from them, Davina looked at him, using a spell, not really speaking just the one that she usually use so they can forget that she was out there, then the girl turned around to see the other one “Are you alright?”

Giving the young girl a once over, Elena suspected that she was somebody of significance in this new city -- and at the mention of Marcel’s name, she had to have been correct. She seemed to carry herself with a certain sense of authority. As the vampire was sent off ( but not before a hasty non-verbal spell performed by her fellow brunette ), the Gilbert girl turned to face this strange witch. A small nod would take the place of a ‘thank you’. “I really could’ve handled that on my own.. but, yeah. I’m fine. People often mistake me for.. somebody else. And not in a good way, you know? Not like being mistaken for Mila Kunis or a Kardashian.” Her eyes narrowed a bit, not wanting to dive into the whole Petrova bloodline, creepy shadow self conversation. “Anyway, I’m Elena.” She extended a cautious hand.

[lonesomemikaelson]

Klaus walked with no real purpose, his hands held behind him as he took in the slights and smells of the city around him. The crowds were bigger than he could have imagined when his family first settled here, the city was his pride and glory but now…Now Marcel had taken credit for it all and his name was forgotten from the history, the deals and treaties he had formed with Elijah dust in the wind. While Marcel’s name was sung in glory, no this was his kingdom and he’d make sure people learned that quickly. “Just think in another two weeks these streets will be even more crowded. Ah the love of festivals.”

[eternaltrcgedy]

“Klaus,” She greeted the Mikaelson man with a hint of apprehension embedded in her tone. Features turning sour, Elena could hardly imagine the already cramped streets of New Orleans becoming even more jam-packed. She loved New York City, but this? This was on a whole new level. “A festival, huh? I’m going to take a WILD guess and say Mardi Gras? Should I really expect girls flashing their boobs in exchange for beads?” While sipping hurricanes on Bourbon Street would’ve normally been a dream come true for a small town girl like herself, something inside made her mind wander to darker places. A looming premonition of certain DOOM filled Elena’s body at the very thought of it. She would never DARE to put all of her faith in sticking by Klaus’ side, but if she had to, she’d play the field. 

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cfxrbes:

Hearing the argument further down the street, Caroline sped to her best friend’s defense, placing herself firmly between the two parties. “Trust me, buddy, Katherine wouldn’t wear those boots with that top. I would know because I was there when she mocked Elena for this very combination.” She shot an apologetic glance at the brunette for the comment, not that it wasn’t true. “I suggest moving along, because there’s no cure here. Only disappointment.” Again she turned to Elena. “Okay, so I’m just now hearing that, but you know I love you and didn’t mean it like that.”

With Caroline to the rescue ( although she’d been able to handle it herself before ), she let out a sigh of relief that would’ve been inaudible to the human ear. But as the blonde’s words registered in Elena’s mind, her head automatically snapped downward, examining her outfit choice with furrowed brows. “Hey!” She scolded. It checked out with all of her attire requirements -- comfortable, casual, neutral, and completely divergent to Caroline’s tastes. As the rogue, cure thirsty vampire tossed his hands up in defeat and sped away, her gaze finally settled onto her friend’s. “Big city living has REALLY changed you, Care.” The words fell sarcastically from her lips. Backhanded compliments and no tact whatsoever, but she loved her more for it. “Thanks for that. You know.. if one more person accuses me of being Katherine and tries to drain me of the non-existent cure that runs through my veins, I’m going to snap.”