Celine, the Old One

{AUTOPLAY} CANON DIVERGENT CELINE FROM THE VAMPIRE DIARIES NOVELS. CELINE ALSO HAS A SHOW ADAPTED VERSE.

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Stranger Danger:

    She ought to be used to strangers coming up to her and knowing who she is and what she does and throwing their egos around. That seems to be standard in the supernatural community. Is that something that comes with non-humanness, she wonders? Or do they take a class somewhere?

    Nevertheless, she offers the woman no friendly smile. Only raises her chin in open defiance. She’s not impressed by the show of power. “ The pleasure’s all yours. And your brothers’ apparently. I don’t have any business with you.”

     “Ooooh, we had words for people such as yourself, in the past, however, I believe in modern terms it is.. salty. I can see why my siblings spoke of you.” It was a word that had recently been used to describe herself and as such she reallocated it to the situation at present. 

     “Nor I with you. I am a mere passing ship in the night, returning to thy place of birth for but a few days before returning to New Orleans. Yet, what kind of Original would I be if I did not find a Bennett witch such as yourself intriguing?” Nevermind the fact that the now revealed vampire also used magic. 

     “To stand up to beings such as myself with such defiance and confidence. You are indeed someone I felt compelled to meet.” She smiles then as she seats herself on the edge of a table. 

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Celine is waiting, in the shadows, stepping out only when the little witch appears unaccompanied. “So this is the Bennett witch my brothers have spoken so dearly of. So selfless you would rather die than see a innocent harmed. I admire your loyalty to your friends, but tell me, do they present you with the same respect?” She questions as she steps fully into view. Her clothing screams of a fusion between old and new and her hand raises causing winds to flow heavier, showing she has magical ability. “Celine Mikaelson. Dare I say, it is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Bennett.” 

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lumossolemx

“Ah, one of Hogwarts little witches. Pray tell, what brings you do this little neck of woods?” 

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unhingedstate:

He bit his cheek as the sting from her slap faded. It wasn’t the first time she had laid a hand on him or the first time in which he’d been subjected to her wrath. But he was just as furious as she was.

        “You know it’s true. Most of them would be           had they not gone off to gawk at the little          guardian, had they not decided to ‘show           off’ they would be here.” Had they listened          to him perhaps they wouldn’t be in this           predicament.

    Thousands of years ago, he would have held      his tongue and dare not to say a word to his      mother unless he was asked. But he wasn’t      that Solomon anymore. He’d spent countless      times away from his family, built up a name for      himself among other aspects. His mother had      no idea. 

                   He leaned forward, “Shame someone                    so POWERFUL couldn’t protect her own                    children from our GREATEST ENEMIES.“                    

                                     Rage. 

The emotion radiated from her body, air becoming humid and temperature climbing. Flames upon candles within the room lit and the weather outside shifted to further extremes. 

                             “And yet, you would desire to make the mistakes                              because of your incessant need to prove something                              to your father.” 

There was a pause as Celine stepped forward, the force of her Power washing over him. 

          “Let me tell you something child, for whatever you may believe, in my           eyes as your elder, you are a child, have you not proven it to your father           in all these years, you never will. Was it not I whom protected you from           his wrath? Was it not I who taught you to embrace your gifts? To kill, to           enjoy the game?” 

                   His next words caused her eyes to darken to pure Hellfire,                    her hand shooting out before she even realized what she was                    doing, reaching into his body and forcing him to slam against                    the wall. The pain, she was sure, was intense, her bloodied                    hand heating his body from within. 

   “Never forget who you deal with. I will not kill you my child,    yet agony is another story. You challenge me in this endeavor    and you challenge both your father and I.” 

                  Her hand pulled away just then, Celine grabbing a cloth to                   wipe the blood from it. 

“You would do well to remember I am much more forgiving than him.”

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originalbastardrpg

“I do not understand. What is it that makes this magic box present me with images? Furthermore, brother, how am I to use it?” Having been killed in centuries previous and only recently brought back, computers were something of curious amazement to Celine. She was not like Rebekah, so quick to adapt to new things. Celine remained true to ways of old in some respects, always had. 

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klausvakr

     Darkness masked with innocence. Raven locks cascaded down conservative clothing, a cap upon her head as she walked arm in arm with her dearest brother. Mayhem encased the European village they moved through, witch trials and suspicion encasing the town as the villagers sent innocents to the slaughter all the while never expecting their most wealthy and respected residents were the real culprits. 

     Yes, this game was Celine’s fun, her brothers indulging her desire for games. Eventually, they would real themselves, but now, Celine walked as chaos incited by her own hand reigned. “Do not appear so dreary brother. My time for fun is now yet yours will soon be upon us.”

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clamatisxmortis

“If it is not a harbinger of death herself. A banshee, aura smoky, and blackened as night. What, pray tell, brings you to my door? For I know true death does not follow me, not yet.” 

          The Old One’s question escapes her,           tone almost sing-songy as she curious           excitement fills her darkened gaze. And           yet, there still remained slight caution.           Celine had lived long enough to heed           the words of a banshee.

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Revival || Celine & Kol

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itchingtokillsomething:

     The urge to roll his eyes at her was one that he couldn’t resist. Still, he listened to her explanation carefully, wanting to fully understand the process in which she had brought him back to life. She’d done what Rebekah had promised that she would. “I’m a warlock,” he muttered, his eyes snapping up to hers as the full realization of this sunk in. He had been so hung up on the fact that he was human that he’d momentarily forgotten that it was possible for him to perform magic now. A large grin lit his features and he watched her feed, wishing that he could speed the process along so that they could continue speaking.

     His eyes closed for a moment as he felt the warmth of his sister’s hands rest upon his cheeks. “You need not vow to protect me, sister. Believe it or not, I very much enjoyed my time as a warlock in the body I possessed before I was cursed by our wretched brother. My current state is one I’m sure to embrace.” His arms instantly wrapped around her figure, almost as if it were out of habit. “I’ve missed my magic nearly as much as I’ve missed you, dear sister. Have I told you just how much I adore you as of late?” He teased, smiling as he let his chin rest on her shoulder.  

     "Did our siblings beg and plead for you to let me remain dead?“ He asked with another laugh as he pulled back from her. “They were quite kind to me the last time I perished, but I suspect they were glad to be rid of me under their saddened exterior.” He didn’t really believe this to the full extent. He was sure that his siblings hadn’t wanted him to die, but he imagined they’d gotten over it rather quickly, just as they had the first time.

     Ah, there it is, Celine thought, observing as a grin lit his features. Kol had always been the only of their siblings to understand Celine’s love of magic, to wish to embrace it. She had been cursed, in their childhood, so to speak, but Kol had rebelled against even father by allowing her to channel his magic. Magic was, and always would be, their greatest weapon. “I have no doubt of this.” Celine replied to her brother, arms still around him as if she feared that letting go would result in him disappearing. 

      “Given that we last engaged in a proper discussion over three-hundred years ago, I fear that no, you have not told me this. Therefore I beseech you, say it again.” Celine teased, pulling back slightly from the hug. “No, I assure you Kol, in this endeavor, our family was, momentarily able to put aside their senseless quarrels. We are all overwhelmed with happiness to have you returned to us. Each one of them aided me in this ritual.”

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Revival || Celine & Kol

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itchingtokillsomething:

     The way she brushed his questions off was frustrating, to say the least, but it was something that he was accustomed to, even after all the time they had spent apart. “By all means, finish what you’ve started. I could not bare to part with you.” He offered his hand out to her, wincing a bit as she sliced into his palm. A deep frown set on his lips as he realized that the cut had stung, if only a bit. He should have felt next to nothing. His questions threatened to spew from his lips, but he knew that it was best to let her concentrate right now. They would have all the time in the world for conversation. He caught her as she stumbled, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her upright.

     "You certainly did,“ he agreed, granting her a smile as she laughed. He’d missed that laugh. Missed everything about her. Most believed Rebekah to be his partner in crime, and while that wasn’t entirely untrue at times, the true holder of that position had always been his twin. “Of course, sister,” he murmured, instantly moving from his position to go find the girl and bring her back in with him. He felt no bloodlust in the girl’s presence, and there could only be one reason for that. He placed the girl in front of Celine, shaking his head as he met his sister’s eyes. “Have you brought me back human?” He asked, clearly unnerved. He was still elated that they had been reunited, but he couldn’t bare the thought of being human, especially in his original body. He’d acquired one too many enemies with this face to be defenseless.

     Dark hues bore witness to her brother’s retreating form, flickers of dancing candlelight reminding her of the shadows her brother would cast around the fire to ease her to rest. They had come from the innocence of whom they once were, mere children bore in an age of chaos. Yet, here they stood, together again, so much having changed while other things remained distinctly unaltered. “Mary, Mary, quite contrary.” Celine spoke in a sing-song voice, her hand reaching out to touch the girl’s hair. Her expression turned vampiric, though she paused as she gazed back at her brother.

     “New life given requires sacrifice.Had your body not been destroyed what you desired may have been possible. As it was, a new, mortal, body had to be fashioned. You are human, a warlock.” Celine revealed before taking the girl’s neck into her mouth and feeding. She would not kill this girl, enough bloodshed spilled in one day. However, she would refrain from speaking for a period of time, finally releasing the girl to return to her home with no memory of the events which had transpired around her. 

     “You shall not be defenseless my brother, you are powerful, the most gifted magic user of our family, beside, perhaps, our mother.” There was a pause as Esther was brought up, Celine, now stronger, moving forward to place both of her hands upon the sides of his face. She understood what he was thinking, she had always seemed able to. “I will not allow this cursed fate to befall you again, this I vow to you.” And with these words her arms slid down to his sides, a smile of reassurance gracing her features as she moved to  embrace her brother in a tight hug.

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Revival || Celine & Kol

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itchingtokillsomething:

     The death that Kol had suffered the second – or should he say third? – time around was nothing like the last one. After he’d died at the Gilbert’s hand he’d moved on to the other side, which was nothing short of maddening. This time had been even worse, if such a thing were possible. He’d been with the ancestors, and they weren’t exactly fond of him, to say the least. They’d made his death an endless hell, and this time he couldn’t see what was happening on earth. He’d been counting the seconds until his siblings made good on their promise to return him to life, and they’d certainly taken their sweet time. He’d started to believe that they’d forgotten about him entirely.

     He gasped as breath filled his lungs and his eyes snapped open, glancing around him as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. He was alive. His eyes widened as he caught sight of his sister, on the ground with tears in her eyes. “Celine?” He shook his head, instantly scooting himself closer to her. Could it be possible that they were both here, alive? “How are you here?” He asked, more concerned about her resurrection than his own. He reached up and placed his hand on her cheek, eyes still widened in disbelief.

     Furious rhythm pierced tingling flesh, the beating of Celine’s heartbeat overwhelming even the lightheaded state of her body as she kneeled upon darkened ground. Her equal, her brother was resurrected onto this Earth before her, twins reunited after hellish centuries apart. An ironically fragile hand reaches upward to grasp the one cupping her face and she smiles, content for the first time in ages. “That matters not. You are here my brother, and I am here. First, we must complete the ritual so that you may stay. We must close the circle.” Celine’s voice was steadier than she felt, focused on her task at hand while her entire being screeched at her to embrace her brother further.

     Celine brings his hand back down to her other, linking two pairs as she used her remaining strength to stand them up. She focuses on a dagger, hovering to meet them, before taking it and making a small cut upon his palm. She touches his to her previously cut on, blood mixing and dropping over the space he had appeared within. With short words she casts the elements away, her link to their siblings alerting them to do the same as finally the ritual completes. She stumbles then, into her brother’s hold, though the smile never leaves her features. 

     “To answer your question, the thinning of the veil, I used it to bring myself forth again. I am sorry I was too late to prevent you from suffering such a horrid fate. Yet, I made up for it quite well, if I do say so myself.” She laughed softly, speaking of the fact she had rose him once more. “Oh how I have longed to see you again Kol. However, I-- I must feed before our joyous occasion may commence.” Her hand reached out so that she could balance upon the wall rather than her brother. “Please, fetch the girl waiting outside. She lays under my control and will follow when you beseech her. Then we can delight in this reunion until our siblings arrive to spoil out fun.” Her tone was joking though strained by her need to restore her strength.

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‘ try that again, and i’ll tear you to PIECES. ’

“I would rather enjoy watching you try.”

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It is up to us what kind of land this should be:  a heaven on Earth, or a hell.

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unhingedstate:

   His jaw clenched as she pressed a cool palm    to his cheek. After countless millennium of     proving himself and garnering the title as the    deadliest of their species, she still saw him as    the little boy who would hide behind her skirts    when he was struck by fear, or his father was    around. He often wondered how different things    would have been had he not been born first.

           “I—- understand your loss.” To a degree.             he’d made his own vampires over the             years and after a time, he dispatched them             due to their clingy nature. & after, he mourned             them. 

            “But unlike my siblings, I’m not an imbecile. I               can protect myself, much more than you’re              able to protect me, mother.”

He already had plans of his own to rid the world of the stain that was Elena Gilbert. Last thing he needed was his mother hovering and getting killed herself. Even  though that was unlikely, he couldn’t risk it. 

             “They don’t even know I exist. It’s very                       unlikely I’ll be hunted down if that’s                       what you fear.”

It was not without reason that Soloman did, infact, understand a portion of her loss. As purebloods they were not privy to humanity in the same respects as mortals-- making lasting emotional connections few and far between-- however, they did have emotions, strong and raging like a flare of the sun or wave of the Cape. 

                  Soloman had lost his siblings as she had lost her children.                   But this, this was not the same loss and it most certainly                   was not the same as a vampire to their progeny. Celine                   had watched over, killed with, protected her children for                   thousands of years. She had given birth to them and she                   would not have Soloman disgracing their names in his                   stubbornness. 

A slap resounds, echoing throughout the room as the shutters of the window blow open and the glass of a mirror shatters. 

     “If you ever speak those words to me again              you will understand what true fear is Soloman.” 

Her words were harsh and filled with ice, the gentleness  she held moments before gone. 

                     “Do not forget, the world may know you as the                      most dangerous but your father and I came before                      you and are more powerful than you, even after all                      this time, could imagine. Do not challenge me!”