I started writing a Bamon Fanfic set in season 1 of TVD
I genuinely hated canon Damon so his character is changed to how I feel like he should've been written if they were planning on not keeping him a villain and killing him off like he deserved.
Summary:
Bonnie feels incomplete, unaware of the powerful heritage that lies within her. 🌀 Meanwhile, Damon grapples with the haunting emptiness of his eternal life. When fate intertwines their lives through a centuries-old contract, they embark on a transformative journey of self-discovery and connection. Together, they find the missing pieces they’ve both sought, challenging the very boundaries of love and purpose. ❤️✨
Changes from Canon:
Damon doesn't sexually assault women.
Katherine compelled BOTH Damon and Stefan (otherwise Damon's an irredeemable bastard who let his 17 year old brother be continuously sexually assaulted).
The whole vampire no humanity thing isn't feeling no emotions, it's having no conscience or no sense of morality.
When the Humanity Switch is on, you can connect with others, experience happiness and sadness, which fuels a sense of right and wrong. When someone turns off their Humanity Switch they may still feel emotions on a surface level (like sadness, anger, or joy), but the depth of these feelings becomes shallow. It's basically emotional detachment instead of just straight no emotions.
Damon and Stefan lived in 1775 not 1864.
Damon was a Blue Coat in the American Revolutionary war not a Confederate soldier in the Civil War.
Mystic Falls is steeped in the American Revolution period not the Civil War period.
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Bonnie Bennett feels incomplete, unaware of the powerful heritage that lies within her. Meanwhile, Damon Salvatore grapples with his desire
.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. I am back people my i got my lap fixed sorry for the delay i hope you enjoyed the lore and this new chapter happy reading.
Also I'm making the character aged up and they are in collage y'all character are older than 19
Recap
Scott reveal his past , how he become friends with his two close friends to Derek who learns why stiles is protective of you.
Series prev next
Damons bloody nails tugged deep into the dirt as he crawled panting, his face broken and beaten. Wisp of red magic wrap on his body flipping on his back he groans then he is lifted of the ground with a pained sob leave his lips as the crushing of his bone echoes around the wood. Hatred and fear blazing his eyes as he glances at the person in front of him.
His eyes glance at the ground where stefan lay unconscious equally bloody and beaten-up, the red mist around him intensifies making him wail in pain as sickening sound of several bones in his body started to breaking.
His iris started dilating in the faint light of moonlight you see yourself in his eyes, but she looks nothing like you. Her lips pulled into cruel smile eyes glinting with wickedness and pure evil everything about her seems so wrong and psychotic.
She looks like you but she’s nothing like you.
Damon eyes start drop before he backs out head falling backwards.
You open your eyes blinking awake with pounding headache and sluggish limbs moving around the soft bed your eyes scan around your room with a soft pained sigh catching
Stiles who fallen asleep on your table nose deep on your open the book, pulling the blanket closer to your chest you sigh last night’s memories rushes into your mind, still fully not understanding how you were able to pull it off is beyond you.
Lost in thought you miss stiles awaking with a yawn his eyes fall on your forlorn face he sits up suddenly making you startled as well.
“Thank God, you’re awake.” He stands dragging the chair close to your bed run his hands down his face. “you’re officially starting to make me age faster. Do you even know what you did, what made you think its okey to go head on with Gered, dude look like he Voldemort with nose do you know how unsettling that is, a part time manipulative grandpa and a full-time psycho.”
“Stiles”
“You can’t go around saving everyone, its reckless. you could’ve been hurt things could’ve gone south really quick. The werewolf could’ve hurt you or Argents, something tells me he’s way worse than Kate. That’s something itself we should be worried abou- “
“Stiles!”
His chest rises and falls with heavy breathes before he steadies himself. The flatness in your voice makes his worry deepen. He sits beside you, hesitating for a moment before laying down. “Tell me what’s going on.” He brushes his finger over your temple, his voice softening.
“I honestly don’t know, stiles. It’s like I am trapped in with these thoughts and worries and I can’t break free.” You curl yourself clutching the blanket closer to you. “I don’t know what’s real or not”
“It feels like if I let anyone near me die, I might start lose all of you one by one. I couldn’t let him die, not if I can help.”
Stiles exhales “You can’t save everyone, and you trying endlessly can will take a toll on you. We don’t know what we’re signing up for. And I don’t wanna lose you in those processes at all.”
Your eyes glance up at his “I…. that night…I was terrified out of my mind. I still remember how it felt; your blood soaking into my skin. How cold your skin was becoming. I was even thinking if I made mistake by not letting derek help you…. but I knew you don’t want to become that…but each passing second, I thought maybe I fucked it up…that no hospital couldn’t save you…...I never felt more helpless it was just…. like with mom. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.” He places your hand on his chest right under his heart “and this is real, and I’m staying with you”
By the time he confessed both of your eyes had tears, you wrapped your arms around his frame muttering apologies after apologies. Both of your clothes soaked with your tears but the cry was very much needed.
Scott waits at the front entrance for you and stiles; he stands straight when he catches the scent of you and stiles his eyes scan the area and finds his friends. He lips turns into a frown seeing you so detached of your surrounding not bickering with stiles as usual as you. stiles walking beside you silent.
Scott doesn’t wait he walks towards you only when he stands directly Infront of you, you snap back to reality but that’s with a startled look on your face making the two eyes turns round with softness and worry shining through their lashes.
“Hey!” you exclaim at scott “Stiles filled me in what happened after I blacked out. Is that guy really gone?”
Scott walks with you on your other side nodding “Yeah, derek think its better for all of us especially you.” he said with a smile you hum in disbelief.
Stiles roll his eyes scoffs “finally something I can agree on”
“Did he tell you what’s his plan for the full moon?” you rub your temple feeling your head pound. Your hands ruffle inside your pocket but doesn’t find what you looking for making you sigh.
Scott and stiles glance at each other over your head “No, he said I can actually have some control over myself other self-better.”
You frown “That’s suspicious.” You muttered while stiles give scott a blank face clearly showing he doesn’t believe in scott sudden self-control.
“I'm serious! It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same.” Scott argues walking beside you while stiles on your other side his hand thrown across your shoulder
Stiles huff skeptically “Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like us.?”
“I swear, I don't have the urge to maim and kill you.” he pleads gesturing you take his side.
“he’s right…” before you can say stiles shut you with his hands over your mouth.
“Shh you’re on time out.” Stiles says you shrug looking at scott who roll his eyes at the two of you.
“You know, you say that now, but then the full moon goes up, and come the fangs, and the claws, and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me, and so yes, I'm still locking you up.” Stiles pulls you into guys locker room before you can run away “No Missy you’re not leaving my sight.”
Scott sighing lean against their locker “Okay, fine. But I do think I'm more in control now, especially since things are good with Allison.”
Stiles looks irritably at him “Okay, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison.”
“They're really good.” Scott smiles wide making you groan stiles cover your eyes making you puzzled
“-- Thank you, we know.” stiles say exasperatedly.
“I mean, like, really good...”
“All right, I get it! Just please, shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself.”
“All right. Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?”
“Yeah-- much better.” Stiles let go of you he grins at the two of you proud to show what he has in his sleeves or in this case his locker. He opens the door and chain starts to fall out loud and clunky heavy metal chain. Everyone around turns to the three of you while you stand horrified in place.
The coach who was inside his room came out beyond stunned looking at two of you all hope lost in his eyes defeated “...Part of me wants to ask... the other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, I'm gonna walk away.”
“That's good. That's a wise choice, Coach” stiles say
The coach stops and turns looking at you three “God, I hope you losers don’t drag her into whatever this is.” with that he walks away.
Danny who is sitting on bench gives you a look you vigorously shake your head you hit stiles on his shoulder making him wince before crouching down to pick the chain and your dignity or what left of.
“You, okay?” you ask seeing scott glance around panicked and alert
“Scott?”
“There's another... In here, right now...”
“Another what?” stiles ask
“Another Werewolf.”
“Other than jackson?” you wondered glancing around Scott nod stiles and you sigh “Derek” the two of you say in sync.
“Stop doing that.”
You sigh exasperated “No wonder he doesn’t want you help you right now, he got his own puppies.”
You turn to stiles grossed out where his thought went at your words “that’s concerning even by our standard. Stop it stiles.” He shrugs.
“You put that image in my head with your words” stiles snark your lips curl in annoyance.
“Stop thinking so out loud, the last thing I want to imagine derek in that……. process.” You shudder at the image stiles conjured in his mind.
The three of you sit down at the bench “It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was.”
“Why can’t we ask Just ask derek, its not like he’s not keeping it secret from us” you wonder out loud making stiles scoff.
“I don’t know why you give that sour wolf your time” he turns to scott “What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?”
Scott looks at his friends nodding “Yeah...”
“Okay. I think I got an idea.” stiles stands and rush after coach leaving the two of you sitting.
You turn to scott “Did something happen between derek and stiles? He seems more hostile towards him?”
Scott shift in his seat “No...?” his puppy eyes on as nervously gaze into your sharp ones.
“Scott?”
“Did you texted me Jackson having trouble with his transformation” scott asked suddenly his eyes finding the said boy sitting across few feet away from two of you.
“Yeah, something about Derek not knowing shit about something, but that’s so unusual right?” you ponder “I mean he’s all like I’m the alpha and all which I find very outdated and cringe but he pulled it off surprisingly”
Scott nod to your words “if derek doesn’t want anything to do with jackson then it might be something serious. Did jackson said anything else?”
“No, just that he needs my help.” You glance at jackson seeing him talking with Evil matt [stiles named him]. “I just sort of brushed it off now I feel bad.” Jackson glance at you along with matt who turned to see who is jackson is looking at.
You sigh turns to scott “He’s also just like you.”
Scott wraps his arms around you bringing you to a hug “its okey, we will help him if he wants to be helped.”
Stiles comes back barreling on to you “I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day.”
“But I hate playing goal.” He pouts stiles looks at you with exhausted look on his face
“Remember when I said I had an idea?.......This is the idea.”
“Oh.”
“There we go.” You say smiling proudly at scott as he grasped what stiles did with equal smile on his face. But your smile gets wiped at his next question
“What's the idea?”
Stiles exasperatedly “I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes.” He pulls scott of the seat while you get comfortable pulling out your phone to record.
“This going to fun.”
you don’t know if you’re proud or embarrassed of your friends there is no in between its either one or another. Scott tackles the second person on the ground and sniff him up making the coach yell at him again. Coach even goes to stiles for answer; you zoom in the screen when he slammed danny to the ground. Danny comes and sits down next you shaking his head at you as you enjoy the scene in front of you.
“You alright?”
Danny nod “Yeah, you having fun?”
“A lot of fun.”
Jackson walks towards the two of you sitting down next to you, he takes off his gears looking pale he turns to you “Can you come by my house tomorrow morning?”
You lower your phone turning to him “Yeah.” You give him a reassuring smile fiddle around your bag Danny calls your name.
“Stiles is pointing at you.” you left your head up hands still in your bag and take out a piece of candy and hand it to Jackson who looks at it puzzled but takes it.
You frown seeing stiles points at Issac in front him vigorously you slowly stand-up feeling Scott defensive stands as they crash into each other but lands safely. Across form the field Noah and cops come marching.
“His father's dead. They think he was murdered.” Scott said attentively sparing glance at you and where Stile’s dad and Issac stands along other cops and coach.
“He didn’t do it.”
Stiles wrap his arms across your shoulder “Are they saying he's a suspect?”
“I'm not sure. Why?” scott glance at you seeing you still looking worried as Stile’s dad takes Issac away. Issac glance back at you with hurt look on his face his eyes pleading for understanding.
“Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours...”
“Like, overnight?”
“During the full moon.”
“How good are these holding cells at holding people?”
“People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not that good.” Stiles grimly says.
“Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?”
“Yeah...”
“He does.”
You run your hands through your hair exhaling sharply breaking off from stiles hold feeling your head spinning.
Stiles and scott watches you leave without saying anything “She is not okey right?”
“Defiantly not” stiles sighs “I read something interesting text about her power actually and we really need to do some digging.” He adds as they walk to the locker room.
“What did you find?”
“it’s a lot, an hour isn’t enough.”
They walk into the classroom frowning when they didn’t see you in your usual seat shrugging stiles takes out his phone sending quick text to come to the class. scott and stiles settle in their seat at the front row.
“Why would Derek choose Isaac?” scott mumbled
“Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you... And maybe teenagers have a better chance at surviving?”
“Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?”
“Well, not unless they have solid evidence... Or a witness...” stiles trailed off then utter your name. he turns to danny behind him “Wait-- Danny, where's Jackson?”
“In the principal's office, talking to your dad. She is with them” danny points at your empty seat.
“What? Why jackson?”
“Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac?” Danny answers condescendingly
“...Witness.”
“We gotta get to the principal's office.”
“How?” stiles grinned at scott’s question
“Everyone, please turn to page seventy-three.” The teacher Harris instruct writing on the back when a roll of paper hits on his head making the whole class laugh “Who in the hell did that?”
Stile and scott points at each other.
OUTSIDE PRINCIPAL OFFICE
“Listen to me-- you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?” Stilinski recount looking at Issac who sits next to you cooly his arms thrown over the sofa behind you, arrogance radiating from his nonchalance façade. Gerard sits with other cop watching the two of you, his eyes trained on your every movement seeing him after what he did doesn’t scare you as you thought it would it just makes you annoyed that you have to spend few minutes around him.
“Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him.” jackson scoffed, you rethink helping him crossing your arm across your chest.
“Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher? Parents? Anyone?”
Jackson shrugging “Nope. It's not my problem.”
“No. No, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it.” you snicker at Noah’s sarcastic jab. Father like son, son like father.
“Yeah ...Wait, what?” he looks between the two of you.
Noah turns to you “And you, did you know about anything this?”
“Not really…...” you sigh looking up at him “I had my suspicion but I didn’t want to make any assumptions.”
Noah nods with soft look on his face he can see the guilt in your voice “it’s not your fault kid.” He said softly Jackson frown at the shift scoffing internally.
Noah notes that Issac hadn’t talked about you to his dad.
“How was he when the last time you saw him?”
“He was sweet but upset about chem result…...no he almost seemed sacred.” You feel your head spin “But I don’t think he would have done it.”
Noah stands straight “We will find the truth, why don’t you go home. I’ll ask the principle for you.”
“Cool” Jackson says
Noah shakes his head “Not for you.” jackson scoff before leaving casting you a final glance. “Come on. I’ll drop you off.”
You, Noah and the cop walks out the office and you are not surprised to see scott and stiles in chair clearly there to spy. Stiles fumble around the seat taking out a magazine hastily hiding his face Noah sighs.
“Hi, scott.”
“H-- yeah...” scott mumble back weakly glancing at you and Noah but Noah walks off you rip the magazine off stiles hand startling him. you follow Noah with laugh stiles and scott stands to follow you but Gerard come out and Noah calls you, the three of you nod silently exchanging promise to let each notified.
You sit on the passenger seat looking outside the window Noah spare you glances from time to time.
“What is on your mind kid?” his didn’t held the authoritative one like before but its more of soft tentative voice.
“How can a parent hurt their own child?” you ask with blank look on your face Noah’s lip set in grime line.
You sit straight “I never understood how a parent can abuse their child; I just don’t get it. I get that people are unpredictable and this is not just single incident. It’s not just Issac situation but whenever I hear something like that…. it’s so confusing for me why would you hurt an innocent kid to point they become shell of what they used to be. I just don’t understand.” You rub your temple, chest heaving as you said each word Noah’s stop the car pulling over to side.
He calls your name making you stop talking “I…. honestly, I don’t have the answer to your question kid, I still wounder the same thing and I been in this profession longer than how old you are right now. But I’ll tell you this the kids never the one to blame, people are more twisted than we they are. Hurt people hurt people, abused people abuse. The why in each still mystery to me just like it is you. what we found in the house……. Issac didn’t deserve what happened to him, no one does and it’s not his fault it would be never his even if he thinks that. And you’re not at fault not realizing what’s happening to him.”
“There were signs and I ignored it” you feel tears lining up your water line. Noah takes your hands in his squeezing it.
“And I saw it too but I didn’t look into it. it’s not your fault kid.” He reassured voice warm and clam. “Let’s get you home.”
Noah drops you off at grams house, you sit at the steps phone in your hands you got text saying stiles is stuck at detention.
A thought suddenly came into your mind you take off running yelling at grams you will be right back.
Tvd rewrite : Tatia is the original, Katherine and Elena are her dopplegangers.
Esther use the blood a woman for a spell to bind her son's wolf. a few 100 years later Klaus meets girl who looks exactly like the woman who's blood was used to curse him and thinks maybe this is some sort of sign for how he can finally break the spell except the girl Katherine turns herself into a vampire and her blood can no longer be used to free him from his curse. Klaus kills the girls family and household in a fit a rage (He kills everyone who knew of the girls bastard child). He spends a few 100 years more looking for a new way to break the curse untill he hears word about a girl that looks exactly like the girl, Katherine that looks Tatia and he thinks it's second chance that's been bestowed on him. He would succeed this time.
I've always imagined how season 4 could've made Katherine arc better than canon.
I have had so much hate towards the writers for what they did to Katherine’s character in tvd and while I actually loved the concept of the upgraded original in TO, I didn’t love everything around it so here is what I would’ve done differently if there was no spin off and the enhanced alaric thing never happened but it was still something esther was planning before she died as a reason to introduce the concept in the first place.
So instead of that whole direction in TO season 3 where Marcel and Lucien became upgraded originals or Alaric becoming a enhanced original in tvd season 3, I would’ve made the one who becomes the upgraded original Katherine in tvd season 4 but in a very grounded way since the prophecy crap was something I hated.
The biggest thing for me is that it wouldn’t start with her just out of the blue thinking she can become an original out of nowhere it starts exactly how her character works, which is survival so for starters I would have actually introduced the Augustine society or at least a handful of scientists that Katherine has had been in kahoots with for a few decades.
This all started because she was trying to make herself immune to werewolf venom while she can be killed by so many other things being bitten is the main thing she knows she will die from it and she is paranoid enough to want that gone completely so, I would have her secretly using something like the augustine society while they are experimenting with her blood specifically since she's isn't trying to find a cure for all vampires just herself and different werewolf venom strains and the key part is she doesn’t just settle for one, she pushes for all seven bloodlines because in her mind she doesn't know that much about werewolf venom so she thinks just being immune from one bloodline might be different if she's ever but from another and that's where all seven bloodline packs come in to all of this.
That’s how it starts grounded and very katherine since her plan was something she's been working on for years prior to pre canon but then once esther comes back to life in season 3 and the idea of creating something stronger than her own children is introduced that’s when it shifts because now it’s not just about surviving klaus anymore it’s about never wanting to run again and putting herself in a position of power to capitalize on.
So she gets access to esther’s spellwork however you want to imagine she pulls that off and realizes if something stronger than an original can exist she is going to be the one to become that very thing and this is where her planning really kicks in because she would not just take a risk like that blindly, she would recruit powerful witches who already hate the mikaelsons more than anything not because she trusts them but because their goals align and she would manipulate them by playing into the truth that klaus destroyed her life while also promising them she will end the Mikaelsons for good.
But she would already know they are going to try to control her or build in a weakness because she knows they wouldn't create something even stronger than the originals they are trying to destroy so the second everything is complete she kills them before they can do anything to cause her own downfall.
Also her fiber for being in town in season 4 would've been at the same time she is allying with Bonnie but not because bonnie trusts her, because she doesn't Bonnie is reluctantly cooperating because she wants her friends free from klaus’s sireline and Katherine uses that to push her into breaking it using expression which also removes the risk of katherine being tied to klaus if she becomes something new because she wouldn't know if she would still be apart of Klaus sireline even if she became more powerful than him.
While the actual serum in my version would still be the same it feels more grounded the way it was formed with the werewolf venom being just something she was already working on protecting herself from but with a few changes she can now have the bite be lethal to the originals because of the white oak in which she will have the witches locate so she can obtain however much is needed so it isn't just some out of nowhere idea.
The most Katherine part of this entire thing is how she completes it when she takes the serum when she has been spotted by Klaus who did imply that he could easily just use the cure on her to make into his new hybrid blood bag. In hearing this she takes the serum now that it's finished and manipulates klaus into killing her after she Implied she had a white oak stake considering she also knew where he had one hidden and implies it’s hidden inside her chest so klaus in his paranoia rips her heart out thinking he’s saving himself from the only weapon that can kill him when in reality he is finishing the transformation for her making it full circle .
When she comes back it shouldn’t be loud or dramatic it should take time and be quiet with flashes of her family her past and everything he put her through and then just that realization that she is no longer the one being hunted will be a very more nuance and better vibe that what they did with Lucien or marcel because Klaus and his siblings being main characters it's obvious they weren't going to kill them so then being upgraded just felt pointless if the payoff wasn't going to happen.
Even after that she shouldn’t suddenly act reckless or overconfident she is still herself she's been like that for centuries and being stronger wouldn't just make her into a cartoon mastermind villain she still calculating, still paranoid she just finally has the power to match it, but most of all this is where the consequences actually matter and the stakes come in because for this arc to truly matter just like I said it should actually have the payoff of what she is representing which is the end of the originals.
I don't know when but soon after coming back since unlike Lucien she didn't come back right away it was hours later because I wanted the element of surprise and she doesn’t just go straight for Klaus somewhere near the last few episodes of the season she will make him watch as she kills Elijah in whatever way ahe had plan and Rebekah in another episode however she has planned and separately not because they are her main targets but because they are part of what made him feel untouchable and she wants to break that completely and take away his family like he took hers.
Regarding Klaus himself honestly killing him is not even the most satisfying option to me because not only does his death deserve to last as awfully and long as possible which is why the biggest payoff isn't even her killing him with the bite but having the cure arc in canon end way better than canon and having her eventually turn him human or pre triggered werewolf if he does already stay a triggered werewolf then not only is he just like any other werewolf he has to break his bone every month as well and also look out for his enemies because Katherine definitely will make it known he isn't a vampire anymore.
I love thinking about this idea not only because katherine was done dirty or because I hated Klaus got away with so much but because everything with Katherine all started with him deciding her life meant nothing but being a sacrifice, he slaughtered her family, chased her for centuries which in the face her constant paranoia, PTSD, never able to settle down without him or his minions trying to kill her or being her to him and he's built his identity on being superior and untouchable when in reality his whole strength is based on his vampire side which his mother gave to him so stripping all of that away and leaving him as nothing but a weak werewolf who has to live with it feels way more personal than just killing him.
What makes this version work for me more than lucien or marcel is that katherine’s motivation is layered and we knew from the moment way back in 2×9 why she is how she is today and it all leads back to Klaus and because she isn't someone who's entirely free but is jealous or petty over a girl not loving him unlike Lucien or being raised by him but still be treated beneath them like Marcel Katherine is in neither box and she truly suffered because of him so it feels way more emotionally better.
Most of all I would've loved that this wouldn't have been an all out of nowhere plan, Katherine would just come up with it would have started with her just trying to survive like always with survival becoming control and that becoming revenge but it is all rooted in something we should have gotten since her backstory with Klaus and there brief scenes when he held her hostage back in season 2 and it would've actually felt earned instead of coming out of nowhere and I just can’t stop thinking about how intense this would’ve been if season 4 leaned into this direction instead of the crap we got in canon of tvd season 4 because it truly was when this show went downhill especially with not having the originals act like 1000 year old beings instead of stronger vampires having to meddle in teenagers lives.
What do you think could this have been interesting if the spinoff never happened and this concept was introduced and actually lived up to its potential?
🖤 OLD DEBTS, DARK HEARTS — KLAUS X ISABEL (Reader) 🖤
Chapter 5: Founders' Fire
Author: @noobiestnoober
Requested by: @issabellec7
✨ Summary:
Mystic Falls burns, secrets ignite, and the truth begins to bleed through the smoke. Isabel faces the flames, old enemies return, and magic leaves scars that memory alone can’t erase…
✨ Read the Previous Chapters Here: Old Debts, Dark Hearts
Chapter 5: Founders' Fire
The 150th Founders’ Day Parade swept through Mystic Falls in a flurry of music, laughter, and old secrets. Banners and bunting fluttered, the air sticky with anticipation and the hidden weight of history. Isabel moved purposefully along the edge of the crowd, senses finely tuned not just to the festivities but to the tension simmering beneath the day’s bright surface. She made her way toward the courthouse steps, lingering close enough to catch the glint of John Gilbert’s ring and the set of his jaw as he pressed his phone to his ear. She ducked behind a group of chattering townsfolk, her expression cool, all attention as she strained to listen, heart ticking up a notch.
The breeze carried scraps of John’s urgent conversation: “…the device… Katherine wants it ready. Tonight.”
The name hit Isabel with a cold, metallic sting. Katherine. In that instant, the sound and color of the parade fell away, replaced by a memory so sharp she almost gasped—a candlelit parlor, Katherine’s laughter in her ear, low and wicked: “Trust no one, Isabel. Not even the Mikaelsons. Their loyalty changes with the wind.” The words lingered as an ache in her bones. She watched John with fresh suspicion, her mind turning the possibilities over. What was Katherine planning, and how deep did John’s involvement go?
Isabel forced herself to move, her gaze skimming over costumed children, nervous parents, the over-bright eyes of the Founders’ families. Something was off-balance; she could feel it—a storm swelling behind the spectacle, waiting for its moment. She pressed closer to the curb, every muscle poised for disaster.
It came all at once. A shrill, invisible frequency ripped through the afternoon, undetectable to most—except for Isabel. Pain exploded behind her eyes, a raw electric agony. She staggered, clutching her skull, the world shrinking to the blur of her own ragged breathing. Around her, vampires dropped like stones, helpless as deputies moved in with vervain syringes and panicked townsfolk scattered or froze. Her last coherent thought was a flicker of panic and confusion, before everything narrowed to a tunnel of muffled sound, acrid smoke, and rushing blackness.
In that darkness, impressions drifted past: rough hands dragging her, the icy bite of chains at her wrists, the smell of stone and blood. When Isabel blinked awake, she was chained to a pillar deep in the Gilbert Building’s basement, her limbs heavy with vervain and exhaustion. Around her, vampires groaned and muttered. Damon Salvatore slumped nearby, sweat-slick and delirious. Across the room, the tomb vampire leader strained at his bonds. The walls pulsed with firelight as smoke curled upward, licking hungrily at the ceiling.
Fear pulsed in Isabel’s chest. Her mind scrambled, half-dreaming, as the door slammed and deputies’ boots retreated. In the corner, Damon’s voice rasped, “We’re running out of time. Somebody has to get us out of here.”
Then the door burst open—Stefan Salvatore, wild-eyed and desperate, silhouetted by smoke. He nearly stumbled over Isabel. His gaze landed on her, confusion and recognition dawning at once.
“Isabel?” His voice shook, torn between helping his brother and the woman lying at his feet.
She tried to speak but her voice was broken, barely a whisper: “Take him first. Hurry.”
Stefan hesitated, the fire roaring louder behind him, his own panic barely in check. He dragged Damon toward the exit, but flames closed the path. Isabel clawed for consciousness, reaching deep into her reserves. Words spilled from her lips, half-chant, half-prayer—old, sacred, dangerous. The fire twisted, forming a narrow corridor of safety.
She tried to crawl after them, but a burning beam crashed down across her legs. Pain—real, animal pain—blossomed as flesh charred and muscles seized. Stefan pulled Isabel out from under the burning beam, dragging her to a patch of floor untouched by fire. He crouched beside her, eyes wide in horror as he watched her wounds—raw and blackened—slowly begin to mend, torn flesh and ruined bone knitting together with unnatural speed. His breath caught; his hands trembled so hard he nearly dropped her.
Isabel blinked up at him, exhaustion and pain clouding her gaze. With effort, she summoned a last whisper of power, her fingers brushing Stefan’s cheek. Magic flickered between them—an ancient compulsion—and Stefan’s pupils dilated, his expression going slack as the memory of what he’d seen unraveled from his mind. Dazed, he got to his feet, instinctively hoisting Damon over his shoulder and stumbling toward the smoke-filled exit, never glancing back.
When the rescue teams finally broke in, they found only scorched chains, blood smeared on the stone, and a lingering trace of unnatural heat—no sign of Isabel at all.
Night had fallen by the time Bonnie found Isabel crouched in the shadows behind the Mystic Falls Library. Bonnie’s hands twisted the strap of her bag; her eyes wouldn’t meet Isabel’s. She hovered at the edge of the lamplight, silent for a long moment.
“I know what you did,” Bonnie said at last, her voice unsteady. “You saved them. I should have helped, but… I was angry. I froze. I’m so sorry.”
Isabel regarded her with an odd, tired gentleness. “Anger’s a hard thing, Bonnie. Sometimes it keeps us going. Sometimes it locks us inside ourselves.”
Bonnie’s shoulders hunched. She wrung her hands until her knuckles turned white. “Thank you—for saving them. Even after what I did.”
Isabel managed a rueful smile. “We all carry debts. Don’t let yours eat you alive.” She reached out, squeezing Bonnie’s cold, trembling fingers—a wordless promise of understanding.
Bonnie nodded, eyes shining with tears she wouldn’t let fall. She stepped back into the night, the burden of guilt a little lighter for having shared it.
The hospital was a blur of fluorescent light, the stink of antiseptic, and the murmur of tragedy. John Gilbert lay in a sterile bed, his hand bandaged, his eyes hollowed by pain and dread. When Isabel slipped into the room, her silhouette cut sharp against the pale blue curtain. John startled, trying to sit up, bravado crumbling.
“You should be dead,” he said, voice hoarse.
Isabel studied him, her features unreadable. For a fleeting moment, tension flickered in her jaw, the memory of fire and loss etched deep. “Not tonight,” she said. “But if you don’t tell me the truth—about Katherine, about the device—you’ll wish I was a ghost.”
He tried for a sneer but faltered, mouth twisting. “Katherine said this was just the beginning. The device—it’s only the first move. Mystic Falls will never be the same.”
Isabel stepped closer, her presence heavy as thunder. “You’re in over your head, John. And if you drag more people down with you, I’ll finish what Katherine started.”
A flash of fear, then something softer—wounded, wary—crossed her eyes. She lingered a moment longer, watching him, then turned and left the room, her mind already churning through possibilities, old debts and darker threats looming.
That night, Stefan tossed and turned in bed, haunted by images he couldn’t quite remember: flames roaring, flesh healing, a voice calling his name from the fire. Every time he reached for the memory, it slipped away, leaving only a hollow unease—and the growing suspicion that Isabel was far more than she seemed.
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Damon Salvatore x Cassie Saltzman. Elijah Mikaelson x Cassie Saltzman.
Summary: After helping out at the Masquerade, Cassie finds herself facing a familiar and hated face.
Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing,
Notes: takes place during 2x08 “Rose” I love this storyline so damn much.
Cassie sighed as she followed the familiar path back to her car. The Masquerade was a mess just like she had expected it to be, and Katherine had come back to fuck things up.
Like always.
Her boots clattered against the pavement as she moved toward the old Camry, ready to unlock it.
“It’ll be fine Jeremy” She heard a familiar voice assure. Cassie raised her eyes to catch Elena’s figure walking through the parking lot. “Take Bonnie home, I’ll be okay.”
Except she wasn’t, Cassie realized as a masked figure moved toward the doppelganger.
Elena turned just in time to see the masked man approach her and Cassie stretched her palm out in front of her, channeling all her energy into making the man move. The masked figure flew to the side, landing on top of several cars before not moving any further.
Cassie scrambled over to Elena, making sure the brunette was still alive. “Hey, you okay?” Elena didn’t answer, and when Cassie moved to turn her body over, all she found was her sleeping face.
Metal slammed against her head and it all went dark.
***
When she woke up she was surrounded by decrepit concrete walls and slashed curtains. Her bonds were released, and her hand went for her amulet. It was still attached to her neck. She let out a sigh of relief. Elena stirred on the couch in the middle of the room, and Cassie crawled over to the younger teen.
“Elena, you’re okay.” She exhaled, relieved that she hadn’t been too badly hurt. Her shoulder was bleeding, but nothing else seemed to affect her.
The brunette rubbed the side of her face as she turned to meet the gaze of the blonde next to her.
“Cassie?” Elena asked through a wrinkled brow, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I followed you,” Cassie continued. “I tried to stop the guy from taking you, but he knocked me out.” As she said that the bump on her head seemed to throb harder than ever, pain pulsing through her skull.
Footsteps appeared at the top of the stairs and Cassie stood up, drawing her spine straight and standing in front of a curled up Elena.
A woman around her age traipsed down the stairs, her dark hair shorn at her shoulders messily, a wry smile on her face. “And so the witch awakens.”
Her accent was British, hooking onto her every word. Cassie crossed her arms in intimidation.
“What do you want with us?” Cassie demanded, hoping she didn’t show the fear she felt. The woman sauntered forward.
“Awful presumptuous aren’t you?” The Brit asked, her heels clacking against the dusty floor. “We really only needed the doppelganger, you were just a…” She scanned Cassie up and down, her smirk never leaving her face. “... a pleasant surprise.”
The door burst open and a much younger man with longer hair strode forward, his pace almost lightning speed. “He’s here” The man spoke with a hurried tone. “This was a mistake.”
The woman tried to calm him down. “I told you I would get us out of this, you have to trust me.”
“No!” The man, who Cassie assumed was the woman’s brother, continued. “He wants me dead Rose!”
The newly named Rose pointed at the two women, “But he wants them more!”
“I can’t do this,” The brother worried, pacing the room. Cassie noticed the quick glances, the fidgeting fingers. This man was scared of what was outside that door. In fact, both of them seemed to exhibit the same symptoms. Both of them were scared of whatever visitor they had invited in.
A knock rang through the abandoned house and Rose turned toward the sound, her body almost flinching. “Stay here with them” Rose commanded, “And don’t make a sound.”
The man nodded and wiped his hands on his pants. Cassie could practically see the sweat dripping from his forehead. She gulped, dislodging the lump in her throat as her stomach knotted itself. Flipping over in fear. Her heart raced, breath quickening as she stared at the staircase, hands ready to fight whatever awaited them.
Footsteps echoed through the hallway a few moments later and Cassie turned around at the sound. Her breath caught itself on the tip of her lips as she caught sight of the dark-haired man atop the staircase.
His tall silhouette had been seen only once before.
Over her mother’s dead body after he snapped her neck.
She blinked once and he was down the stairs, staring at Elena before leaning in and sniffing her neck. “Human.” Elijah Mikaleson smirked, disbelief on his face.
He moved in to trace his finger against Elena’s cheek, and Cassie’s anger spilled out.
“Don’t touch her.” She snarled. Elijah turned to face her, somehow remaining even more shocked as he strode over to her.
“You must be the witch.” He spat out the word as if it was venomous. “Cassandra was it?”
“Cassie’s fine.” She spat out with equal amounts of poison. Cassie forced herself to stare him down, to not be intimidated by his hungry stare.
“Impossible,” He whispered, bringing his hand to sweep her blonde locks away from her neck. “You look exactly like her…”
Something else lingered behind his eyes, something unidentifiable, if she didn’t know any better she would’ve sworn it was lustful. He leaned in, and she poured all her energy into focusing on Elijah’s brain, gritting her teeth at the thought of what he’s done.
Of how little remorse he held.
He grasped his head in pain, although it only lasted a few moments before he shook it off, the effect wearing off as quickly as she had compelled it.
“That,” he warned, “Was a very bad decision.” His hand brought itself upward and she braced herself for the slap, only to find that it never came.
Instead, Elijah grasped his hand in pain, inches from her face, flesh burning as he shook the enchantment free. He drew his eyes to her decolletage, squinting at the sight of the pendant she wore.
“Those pesky witches and their protection spells.” He muttered before turning back toward Elena. “Oh well, we have a long journey ahead of us, we should get going.”
Elena panted before turning back to Rose, “please, don’t let him take us.”
Elijah ignored her pleas and Cassie moved over to place her arm around the doppelganger protectively. “One last piece of business,” He warned, “And then we’re done.”
Cassie held Elena’s shaking body as the two women stared at the circling Vampire, Rose’s brother stammering out an apology. She couldn’t see Elijah’s face and she didn’t want to.
Instead, she watched as his hand wiped the brother’s head clean off his body, leaving a trail of blood and sinew.
Rose’s cry filled the entire room, anger stirring in the woman’s voice. Elijah simply wiped his hand and moved forward. “Come.” He ordered.
“Wait!” Elena called, trying to stall, “What about the moonstone?”
Cassie could’ve smacked her upside the head for bringing that up.
“What do you know about the moonstone?”
“I know that you need it. And I know where it is.”
Elijah shrugged.
“I can help you find it” Elena continued, trying to bargain her freedom.
Elijah stood still, “So tell me where it is.”
“It doesn’t work that way” Cassie stood between them, deciding that she’d rather be the one negotiating. Elijah bit his lip in amusement.
“Are you negotiating with me?”
“Yeah” She spoke up, “I am.”
She noticed the familiar way his pupils dilated as he turned toward Elena, angry when he discovered his compulsion wasn’t working. He tore the pendant from Elena’s neck and pushed Cassie aside, his arm burning once again in pain. “Tell me where the moonstone is.” He grasped hold of Elena’s head, causing her to yelp in pain.
Cassie moved to cast another incantation but it was too late, Elena had already given away the location.
A crash came from above and Cassie felt a seed of hope take root in her.
“Who else is in this house?’ Elijah asked, keeping up his calm facade.
“I don't know!” Rose argued, determined to keep her freedom. Elijah grasped hold of Cassie and Elena’s arms, forcing them up the stairs and into the foyer, where they were greeted with a dark blur running past them.
Cassie forced herself not to smile.
Elijah’s grip tightened.
He moved up the stairs after throwing Elena and her into Rose’s arms. The sound of air being decompressed rang through the mansion and Cassie watched as Elijah raised his hand, the stake seemingly doing nothing to harm him.
Before she knew what was happening, she had been swept off her feet and against a wall, Damon’s bright blue eyes looking into her own, a soft finger against his lips.
He released his grip on her mouth and she nodded, their unspoken plan transferring through brainwaves. He pulled her closer, the safety of his embrace giving her untold comfort.
Elijah continued to monologue, the sound of wood being broken causing her eyes to widen in fear.
Elena’s softspoken voice rang through the hall. “Please don't!” She begged, “I’ll come with you, just please don’t hurt my friends.”
She heard Elijah chuckle, “I want the witch too.” He announced. Cassie met Damon’s worried gaze and ignored it, moving forward to join Elena.
“Fine.” She announced, standing in the sunlight. “But no harm comes to the rest of our friends.”
Elijah sneered before speeding up the stairs, his voice dangerously calm. “What game are you playing with me?”
Elena pulled open the vervain grenade and launched it at Elijah while Cassie stood before her and uttered two incantations.
“Bulla” She whispered, casting a shield around her and Elena while Elijah recovered, his face burning from the vervain. His eyes held untapped anger and she forced herself to stare directly into his gaze as she waited to mutter the next phrase.
He charged the two of them, until Stefan appeared like Elena’s knight in hooded armor, shooting vervain darts to try and weaken the Original vampire.
“Motus!” Cassie murmured, channeling the power through both of her hands to send Elijah flying backward down the stairs, where Damon waited with the stake, driving it deep into his chest.
She knew it wasn’t enough.
Not permanently.
But they were free for now.
She collapsed into Damon’s arms, exhausted from the day, wanting nothing more than to head home and sleep off her migraine that would inevitably follow.
She and Elena crawled into the Salvatore’s car, Cassie’s mind already plotting an escape for when the next original would come for them.
She had come to the same conclusion Rose had and when she plopped her car in front of the Salvatore house, she was surprised to find the Vampire with the brothers.
She brandished a wooden stake at her former captor.
“Whoa hey” Stefan alerted her, “She’s here to help.”
Cassie shared a look between the Salvatore and her captor before lowering her stake. Rose shot an anxious look at the hunter before continuing her spiel.
“I know you came to Mystic Falls to hunt down the Originals,” Rose announced, drawing the Salvatore brothers' attention toward her. She shuffled nervously before Rose continued, “If you let me live, I can help you get your revenge on Klaus and Elijah.”
Cassie shot a wary look at the older Salvatore before pressing forward and offering her hand. The vampire took it, cementing their new alliance.
A smirk crossed her face. The Mikaelsons would get what’s coming to them, one way or another.
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The next morning the house was rushed into awakening, Noah had already burned few pancakes but refuse to accept your help only letting you sit by the tabletop munching on some fruits as stiles ramped in his room gathering his supplies for class his lap that always plugged hasn’t plugged in last night.
Noah plates three plates of his hard worked pancakes, his black coffee on his mug picking out whip cream for you and syrup for stiles.
He sits across from you “There you go!” he hands you your plate smiling when you mutter a thank you.
He calls for stiles who yells in return that he’s coming, he shakes his head as he hears something falls on the ground followed by stiles frustrated mutter.
“So, stiles said you remember everything” he asks making you nod digging in to food without looking at him “right.” he mumbles.
Stiles comes downstairs his bag thrown over his shoulder “Do I really have to go today.”
“Yes, you do. Its carnival go help around stiles.”
Stiles grumpily sits down next to you, his fork stabbing the piece of fruit with annoyance. Stiles and Noah go back and forth for minutes, you sit straight ready to voice your decision.
“I think I should go back to grams house as well.”
Noah and stiles fall silent they share a glance before looking at you “Really? Why I thought we have few more days?” the latter voices his tone hurt and confused.
“Stiles.” Noah says sternly.
You sigh “I think we don’t have time and besides it’s not fair to them.” you turn to Noah “We can just call her and tell her to come back without saying that I’m…...here.”
Noah nods “I will take you there.”
Stiles stands up abruptly “I’m leaving.” You watch him leave Noah calls him but he doesn’t hear it or pretends to not letting the door slam shut behind clearly showing he doesn’t like that you switched up the plan overnight.
You help Noah clean up the place silently even the drive was tense you know he wants to say something but hold back. When you reach the house, you quietly step out the car he sighs getting out the car.
You turn to him “I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.” You admit two things there, even though you’re confessing something you doesn’t him to know as well.
“What?” he comes closer “Kid, you were never a burden to me, never.” He looks down at your face. “Never.” He repeats seeing you don’t look at him fully.
“And you’re right your grams and friends deserve to know you’re alive, stiles will come around. Don’t you worry about that.”
He shrugs shaking his head “I don’t why you thought that you ever unwelcomed.”
“Dead people don’t come back, doesn’t make that make you wary of me?”
“No, No, God no.” he says your name “God…...I know all that supernatural stuff is crazy to wrap my head around but having my kid dies before me…...that’s worse” he stunned when you hug him sniffling, he attentively wraps his hand around your shoulder caressing your hair. “I’m just happy my kid is back, and I’m sure your grams, bonnie and your friend all feel the same.”
You nod against him “Thank you, thank you for taking care of me.” You whisper.
“No need to thank me kid.” He pulls back making you look at him “You always has home back there with us.” He wipes your tears away making you cry again when you see the tears on his face.
“Why are you crying! You’re making me cry!” he laughs through tears at your words.
“I will call your grams and if she is coming today, I’ll let you stay here if not come home alright?” you nod wiping your face he smiles before getting in the car and drive away.
“That was very heartwarming to see” You sigh turning to the opened door of your house as peter grin at you “For a minute I thought I have to get you myself, and let you cry on my shoulder.”
You strids inside the house, as peter close the door behind you walking into the kitchen “What are you doing here?”
“Don’t be sour we don’t need another derek.” He follows you to your room where everything is just how you had left expect the claw marks grams had the window fixed, your books, laptop vanity table and favorite blanket all there.
You sit down as peter stands leaning against the door his hands dig into his pocket before he takes out your phone and toss it you. the screen lights up.
“You sure you want to meet your family and friends?” he asks seriously making you frown looking up at him.
“Yeah, why?”
Peter shrugs “I think stiles is right you should lay low. You attracted supernatural creature before and now you are something else and trust me there are things out there who want a piece of you.”
“I can handle myself, and I understand my power more than I did before.”
Peter jaw ticks shaking his head “what about the other thing? That night you could have really killed them, the thing could have killed them all, scott was among them.” he walks towards you sensing your anger rising as your eye narrowed at him, he says your name “You only spared stiles because he was human, someone who’s not a threat.”
“But I didn’t.” you snapped as he crouch down on your level.
“Derek and your friends might quick to forget that because of their guilt but there are people who would come for you, just let me continue.” Peter adds when tried speak making you shut your mouth “But you are capable of fending yourself, but you will lose control over yourself and trust me stiles won’t be able pull you back.”
“I will not end up like her.”
“I am not her.”
Peter exhale standing up “Only time will tell, you still need learn how to fully control your power but not with stiles or scott.”
“Please don’t tell me”
He grins “Our loft is spacious.” Already cooking up the way for both to amuse himself and maybe help you too.
You groan as he pulls you up “Tell me why again erica and Boyd want to leave the pak.”
“other than the fact that derek’s leadership skill is all 50% brooding and other 50% threats, it was miracle they last this long and Grandpa argent’s torture push them away too.” Peter signs “at the end of they need emotional connection and security and derek has been distraught after your whole fake dying.” He drags you out the house through the backdoor.
Peter glance at you from the corner of his eye “Well he should’ve thought all before turning them.”
“Oh, and we are thinking of renovating the house, I cannot spend another day in dusty charted remains of my house.” He pauses and turns “Mind speeding the process for me.”
“Now why would I do that for you?” you scoff.
“Come on it would be good exercise, and I know for fact that you feel bad for derek too, especially when you fixed it then tore it down.”
“God you’re still cunning as ever.”
Peter laughs “I have a reputation to keep.”
You shake your head navigating through the forest, the leaves crunch under the heel of your boots. The two of you walk in silence until the loft comes in your vision before you can reach the front of the house the door opens derek rush out Issac on his toe.
“What? what happened? Why are you here?” derek asks standing Infront of you glaring at peter and glancing at your frame.
“Geeze for once everything is fine.” Peter bleated rolling his eyes his anxious nephew. “She is here for a reason, and for the love of god Issac, stop standing there like kicked puppy!”
Issac flinch at peters jab, his wide eye shifting between you and the two men beside you, “Umm…can I talk to you?” he breathed out looking at you.
You cross your arm nodding, peter pulls derek by his arm “Mean time, I will tell you why she’s here.”
Issac takes unrushed steps towards you pointing towards few feet away from the house as peter pulls reluctant derek inside.
The two of you stand a good distance from the house, Issac’s shoulders are hunched, he two mirror your crossed arms though he looks more nervous than you.
“You… how are you?” he squeaked out.
“Issac, I’m fine. I should be asking you, the last time we saw each other wasn’t under best circumstance.”
Issac nods “And last time I saw you were dead.” he wheezed out “And whatever happened last time.”
“Yeah, how could I forget when everyone is reminding each passing minute.” You crack your knuckles. Unable to continue talking as you shift in your place.
‘I’m glad you’re back though.” He says with a shy smile, you looking away from his face saving yourself staring down rudely nodding your head.
“Yeah, me too. Me too.”
Peter sigh rolling his eyes as derek stands by the broken window of the upstairs looking the broken glass.
“You are really being paranoid and dare I say creepy right now.”
Derek hung his head back without moving away from the window “Really? you of all people shouldn’t be talking right now.”
“Tell again why again you brought her here.”
“To teach her.”
Derek turns to him at that “You?” peter nods derek grin shaking his head walking closer to peter “the last time you were near her she end up dead, if you think I’m gonna let you anywhere near ever again I will slit your throat. I already made mistake I’m not gonna repeat it again.”
Peter’s eyes nearly go back inside his eyes at how hard he rolled his eyes at derek making the latter frown “Before you go crazy you need to realize, I never wanted her dead in the first place, and as much we all want to remain on the delights that she came back, she came back a little different. I’ve been inside her head long enough know she’s losing her humanity and stiles is only thing that tethered her to this world, you don’t think it’s weird that she hasn’t reached out to her grams and bonnie.”
“But she seemed fine with me when we talked.” Derek counters
“Yeah, because you reached out and she reciprocate what you feeling, the old her would’ve thrown you across the room after she learned you tried to kill Jackson.” Peter sighs, now that derek thinks it’s true you didn’t bring up that when he was with you. peter thinks back about the earlier conversation with you, seems to him you too have feeling of your detached tendency.
“I never wanted the kid to go through all this.” His voice sincere and thick with remorse.
Derek didn’t find one single lie in peter’s words “How can you help her and why? it’s not just out of guilt I know you’re not that much of a saint.”
“Oh, it’s pretty simple, emotionally detached her would kill us all and I like being alive, and how we will help her, yes we, we are going to get her regulate her power and emotions without stiles interference, to make enable herself by herself.” Peter claps his hand “Once she truly comes closer to her humanity without stiles she will back to her true self.”
“And I think speed up the renovation too.” Peter grins turning to walk downstairs.
Derek speeds up and stands in front of the door “but we are doing this my way.” He opens the door not waiting for peters conformation just to see you and Isaac walks up the house.
“Issac, I need to you to keep an eye on stiles and text me when he goes to home.” Derek states.
Issac looks at you before glancing back at derek with hesitation “like right now?”
“Yes, Issac.” He response curtly, turning to you “Come on.” He mumbles.
You sigh walking inside the house with derek on your toe, peter gives merry wave at Issac before closing the door.
You stand in front of derek and peter the latter playing with scrapes twirling it around and tossing it. derek and peter had let you know that how you used stiles as connection to channel your humanity and the need to you being able to do that by yourself, not relay on an external anchor.
“doesn’t feel like its big deal though?”
Peter shakes his head “You know exactly what happens when you lose your anchor.” He gives you a pointed look.
You cross your arm over your chest before exhaling “And you think whatever you’ve planned will help.”
“Well, not really but it’s better than nothing.” He walks over to you few pebbles in his hands he throws one at you it hung just before shoulder “try not to do that, let it hit you.”
“Are you serious? That’s what you want to do?” its derek who protest making peter roll his eyes at him.
“What else? please don’t tell me you thought its gonna bunch mediation bullshit?” derek stays silent at peters enquiry “really derek?” he huffs turning towards you.
Peter says your name “Let it hurt you but don’t react to it, in other words don’t go crazy.” He stares down at you he gives you nod; you uncross your arms letting it fall limp the stone hit you on your shoulder. “Use simple tricks.”
Derek watches anxiously beside him his eyes dart around you and behind him just to make sure, peter throw another and it hits your temple making your eye twitch in annoyance.
“How do you feel now?”
“Like I wanna throw you ten floors down?”
Peter grin “Good, lets feel it all but don’t act on it.”
He throws the last pebble at you and claps his hands “Now to really fun part.” He takes off his shirt derek narrow his eyes at him.
“What the hell are you planning?” derek snaps at him
Peter grin at you “Not just me, We.” He turns to derek “We are going to fight her.”
“The rules are simple.
You don’t get to change to whatever you were at the graveyard.
You don’t get to throw anything at us.
You can’t use more than 3 blast at us.
You can’t get inside our head.
You can use plenty of shields though.”
Derek pulls peter aside “Are you insane? I’m not gonna fight her.”
Peter shrugs “Do you want to help her or not?” he turns to you “she can handle it”
“The rules don’t seem fair.” You mumble making peter glance at you done look on his face.
“Oh, we all know what the outcome will be, if it is.” he breaks off derek’s hold strides you his eyes shining blue “beside this is just an exercise You can defeat me by staying on your feet for long five minutes.”
“Try not kill us.” He utters before changing and jumping towards you, you freeze for a second making him push you push down pin you underneath his heavy beastly figure crush you down the werewolf snarl at you snapping its jaw, pointy canines’ inches away from your face.
“Get out of there!” derek yells at you beside from the two of you, you blink before blasting him away few feet away. Derek pulls you up “that one down. Don’t let him pin you down.” He advice before pulling away.
The werewolf stalks in circle in front of you, his blue eyes pinned on your figure, derek tense seeing your veins starts to glow underneath your skin pupil dilating with orange and red tint.
Peter growl at derek making him look at him he nods and turns to you
“Remember the rules” derek repeat.
The glow slowly dim down he lunch at you with his claw stretched out, making you pull up a shield. Peter hits the shield and shaking his head he sapphire eyes glares at you he lets out a whine, confused seeing three of you stands in front of him he shake his head and when he looks up there is more of you he jumps at one and it disappears into puff of red smoke, the replica of you moves in sync taunting him as they circle around you, he then glance at the one standing next to derek and it only dissolve into red mist, making him huff a short whistle calls him making him turn only to get hit by a metal baseball.
Derek cringe at sound feeling glad that he isn’t the fighting right now, wooden baseball bat he can handle but metal is gonna hurt and he isn’t ashamed to admit it.
Peter’s eyes glow with newfound fury though he hold back from attacking he watches the figures moving across his vision, his eyes catch on with only one shadow standing behind he dart towards the real you but before he can reach you you’re gone along with the rest of figures, he nose twitches as he try to find you he soon find you darting towards you he is hit by another blast this time harder than before, sending him crashing to a wall making a dent on the wall, making his hind legs shakes lightly.
“Only one left.” Derek reminds.
“And that would be enough.”
Derek watches peter stands straight his jaw locked as he takes slow steps towards the two of you. peter snarl and growl at you his sharp teeth menacing, but what puzzle him is that peter claws are aimed at him as peter pins him snarling in his face he frowns but doesn’t hesitate as he kicks peter off of him as he stands up, he dumbfounded to see himself standing few feet away with his hands on his pockets, a grin on his own face.
Derek understands what you did an exasperated look crosses his face he crosses his arm over his chest, seeing his smiling face across him is disturbing he sigh in annoyance as the werewolf tug on his jeans probably tearing the cloth.
“Really?” derek questions eyes still on you or rather on his self, the werewolf sniff derek before it faces contorts with huff turning you with sulky face that doesn’t not look threatening at all, the glamour wear of with a simple wave of your hand.
“That’s five minutes.” You declare walk away not waiting for their answer derek walks after you rushing slightly leaving sulky peter behind him.
You walk around broken house feeling derek behind you “I think an apology is in order.”
“For what?”
You touch the dark wall “I remember restoring the house and taking it away from you again.”
Derek drags his feet softly coming right beside you “You don’t have to do anything, especially not for me.” Its true he does not want you do anything for him when he couldn’t even be considerate about you.
“What if I want to?”
He studies you with furrowed brow “Why? why would you want to do that.” “Why would you even agree to the whims of peter?” he rephrase the question.
You turn to him “Because he’s right.” “I could have killed you, and them, if I didn’t learn how to control myself something bad will happen, I can feel it, I can feel the power inside me craving for chaos and destruction, it’s like voices in my head whispering me to let go everything and ruin every single that come across, to burn everything down.”
Derek watches the glowing veins appears on your skin hair slightly flowing behind you alluringly, iris burning with light tint of orange and red glow.
“I felt stiles fear, scott everyone’s at that night, I feel it even now and you know what I liked it.” you walk towards him lips trembling “I carved it.”
“And I can feel yours.”
He gazes down at you “I don’t fear you.” he says your name in a fragile whisper “I fear for you……. I fear that I can’t help you and I know that you don’t want that to happen.”
“I never wanted this life for you, I kept you in arm length, I thought that would keep you safe, every time I’m near you end up dead and I couldn’t do anything, I can’t even do anything now, that why I am afraid.”
“You are beyond powerful anything that ever exist I know that, but I don’t fear that power, but what it will cost you, what it will do to you is what I am afraid.”
He hesitates not out of fear but of respect and permission before pulling you close in his arm his hand wrapping around you.
“I’m sorry” he whispers his chin resting on your head, the buzzing swirl on red energy slowly disappears, he feels you go slack against his body, exhaling slowly, his eyes drat towards the red aura bleeding out you and swarming around the both of you before its reach the walls and interior of the house, he holds you little firmer in his hands as more starts to branch out of you, once again he witness the mesmerizing beauty of your power, he doesn’t stop you nor intervene just lets you do your thing if this bring any peace he is willing to let you do and undo his house.
Just for you.
He looks down at you his lips curling at the end little, seeing your closed eyes and soft face, time passes he stays holding up your figure until the house is fully built, muscles fixed on place does not shifting his foot or shoulder in order not to disturb you, once it’s done, he shifts you carefully in his arm carrying you to his bedroom
“I can walk.” You mumble voice quiet eyes still closed
Derek hums his chest rumbles against your cheek, he pushes open the polished door with his shoulder maneuvering you in his arms with precision he lays on his bed softly blanket drawn up to your frame, he stands there a few minutes gazing at you, before walking out the room quietly.
Peter stands outside “I hope you know what you sighing up for.” He warns without a hint of smug grin just plain and forward.
Derek doesn’t answer just close the door behind him he and peter look out the window from upstairs sensing presence of another walking up the house. His hand tightens around the knob of his door.
Stiles slam his jeeps door shut Issac beside him derek sighs “I will deal with him.” peter says patting derek on his shoulder.
Peter rush down stairs just as stiles open the door, “Are you freaking kidding me?” the latter yells.
“Hush! She’s sleeping.” Peter gesture putting a finger on his lip.
Stiles seethes inside glaring at the man he goes to walk past him to get you but peter put his hand on his elbow pulling him back “We need to talk.” Stiles tug his hand making peter hold him tight “It’s about her.”
“Now sit.” Peter says eyes serious and rigid.
Issac stands beside them who was in awe of the loft sudden change in appearance he touches the surface of the house as derek comes down, peter goes to his room and come out carrying a book he set it on the table.
“Where is scott?”
Stiles looks down at the book “He’s with bonnie- wait that’s mine!”
Peter slap stiles hand as he tries to take the book away “her, not yours.”
“Hers! Mine! The same thing.”
“God! you two are worse than twins.” Peter mumble he opens the book the pages are blank, well only expect for stiles.
“You can read this?” peter ask.
“I guess you weren’t taught to read or write.” Stiles bit back sitting down.
“I knew it.”
Derek and Issac look at the book the pages are blank, “there is nothing to read.” Derek voices making stiles huff.
“I guess all the hales are illiterate.”
“This is fun” peter amuse.
“No, stiles there is nothing here.” Issac adds flipping the pages making stiles roll his eyes, he takes the book, its right there, it’s the book about your power nothing else.
“Call the vet and scott.” Peter says
“Why?” stiles question “We should call tutor for you, you can be both assholes and illiterate.”
Peter laugh shaking his head “oh boy you still don’t get it don’t you.” he leans closer to stiles eye level.
“You are a human emissary chosen by the her.” peter take back the book he flips the pages “She consciously or unconsciously picked you as her lore keeper. naturally she would choose you!” He walks over to sit on the arm chair.
“Not scott because he is too good, not bonnie she has strict morals just like her grams. But stiles would do anything to keep her safe, this book contains everything about her and power doesn’t it.” he taunts grinning even wider seeing stiles glare, derek and Issac watch the exchange with anticipation.
“Including how to kill her.” stiles stand walking over wrench the book out of his hand.
“You are delusional if you think you can hurt her.” stiles spat his hand clenching around the book.
Peter laugh leaning back on the arm chair “relax I’m not that dumb, just remanding you that you’re not just her best friend of someone normal. Your actions will have consequence stiles.”
“You should let her meet her friends and family she needs them as much you need her, the longer you keep her hidden it would be harder her to adapt.” Peter voices exhaling the earlier crazy glint in his eyes gone.
“he’s right.” derek adds his arm crossed over his chest.
“She is still young girl, let her live, celebrate her birthday let her fall in love, let her live.” Peter continued.
Stiles look down at the book his hand caressing the top of the book “I know, I will bring them tonight here, dad also said her gram would come around that time.” he leans back looking around them he scoffs seeing Issac’s dazed look “Nope, don’t even think about it.” stiles twist the magazine on the table and throw it at Issac.
“I’ve seen your werewolf ass sniff around alison, don’t even think about going back to my best friend.”
Peter laughs at that.as stiles and Issac engage in banter while derek just exhaled loudly.
the spacious loft feels crowed as everyone gather inside the house, stiles is up stairs with you while derek take charge of down stairs, there is only two people missing scott and bonnie stiles had told derek that they would come after the carnival.
Melissa, lydia, Alison sits on various comfy chair as jackson looks around the house all wondering how the hell the burned house turned brand new overnight they knew there was renovation going on but this is impossible to achieve overnight and the details and finishing of the house is done with meticulous precision and craftmanship.
“Is this house warming party?” jackson asks out loud walking towards the stairs where derek is standing.
“Why would I invite you all for that.” Derek brow is furrowed his hand on his hip eyes narrowed at them, pulling jackson by his collar of his shirt directing him away.
“Such a warm host.” Lydia scoffs.
Peter gaits out the kitchen holding a tray with drinks “What my nephew meant that, we have more pressing detail to share. How about a drink.” He presents the tray to melissa first making her scoff.
“Right, as if I consume anything you gave me.”
Peter pouts playfully “that’s hurtful.
The door opens again Noah steps in Sheilla Bennett behind him, derek stands straight. Noah closes the door behind him going to stand next melissa making peter roll his eyes.
“This better be good.” Sheilla mutters making peter grin.
“Oh, this is beyond good.”
Derek moves stands the center “I want you all to remain clam.” Peter let out a exasperated sigh at derek’s coming monologue.
“Stiles! Come down.” Peter yells making derek glare at him.
Stiles here peter calls his name, he closes his eye for a moment opening when he feels your hands hold his palm, looking at him with clam look on your face.
“Its alright. I’m ready.”
Stiles nod he takes your hands in his standing up “Lets rip the bandit off.” He twists the door knob opening it and stepping out you follow right behind him. downstairs everyone’s eye turns to sound of footsteps stiles step out along you throwing the clam air off as those who’s sitting down shoot up to stand up eyes widen in disbelief.
“Oh my god. You’re alive!” lydia exclaim the first one to speak up she observe the rise and fall of your chest.
“How is that possible?” Allison has her hand on her mouth eyes blown wide she blink few minutes wondering if you’re guilt personified but when you don’t disappear, she lets out shaky breath.
Stiles and you walk down the stairs melissa is the first one to approach you her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She reaches to touch your cheeks letting out a trembling laugh when she feels your warmth.
“Hi” you offer a smile looking at her, your eyes scan the crowd offering a sheepish smile to Lydia and Allison. Finally, your eyes fall on grams intentionally so, afraid of her reaction. She stands frozen in her spot. Melissa hugs you as crying silently, stiles hand still holding yours lets go when you squeeze his palm allowing you hug her back with both your hands lydia and Allison moves closer towards you, when melissa pulls back they bring you a warm group hug their hands clenching around you, holding you tight.
Melissa glance at grams her hand squeezing the older women’s palm, Sheilla watches your friends crowed around you embracing you asking all sort question of how are you alive and glad nonetheless.
“I need a moment.” Grams says to Sheila she set up the house with a shaky leg, Melissa and Noah share a glance their eyes finding back to you.
“Okey, can you all move, you’re hogging her.” that came from Jackson surprisingly, lydia scoff but release her hug along with Allsion but they linger beside you. Jackson rolls his eyes before hug you.
“I’m sorry.” Jackson mutter into your hair, he remembers the last time he was kinema and attacking you and your family. After turning back to normal werewolf, he wanted to come and apologize to you but he was too late. “I am glad you’re back though.” He says pulling away.
“Me too.” You say with a smile you look at the door sighing; you walk towards the door as everyone watches your move. Derek stops stiles from going after you.
“Let her do it alone.” Derek turns to the rest “I’m sure you all have question, the only answer you will get that, she can resurrect herself.”
Lydia twirls her hair in her hand lips smacking at derek’s brash attitude “Because she’s a powerful witch?”
“Yes.”
Melissa corners Noah “you knew, didn’t you?” her eyes narrowing at the male.
“Yes.” Noah admits sheepishly “stiles didn’t want me to tell anyone, let her adjust to all that.” He explains exhaling “besides the kid needed that.” Melissa face drop nodding silently.
The cold air of the night had you put your hand in your cardigan, grams stand few feet away from the house, her back turned to you. you stop few feet away from her looking up the dark sky, tiny speck of shinning stars thrown in vast space, something so ordinary fills your heart a soothing harmony, something about it calls you, clams you.
Grams had turned to you when she didn’t hear you speak up, her eye holds painful adoration as she observe your fascination with the sky and star, she looks up the sky as well and its beautiful.
“You know purgatory didn’t have stars just dark sky.”
Grams eyes find your which still watching the sky with a smile “kind a of boring, I meet your ancestor, really uptight.” You laugh a little making her lip curl at your quip.
“I don’t regret what I did.” You meet her gaze head on “Not really after learning many witches especially those of the Bennett line suffered at the expanse of Petrova bloodline and the Salvatore brothers.”
“And I refuse to put your name on their long list of victims.” Your voice is firm and final. “Deny all you want but you and I both know the cycle will continue, and for what? nothing. And I am supposed to sit back and watch get taken away from me.”
“And what did it cost you?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
Grams shake her head “You don’t understand the what danger you’re in.”
“I frankly don’t care; I can handle myself.” You repeat before exhaling you look at the ground “I just want to know……if you still…love me.” Your voice at the end comes out meek and hesitant feet shifting kicking the dirt mindlessly.
“You are pain in my ass.” She confesses walking closer “But you’re still my kid.” She cares your hair “I just wish you lived a normal life.”
“it’s a wistful wish.”
“I know.”
You hug her she wraps her hands around you with a chuckle letting you hold on to her tightly. She pulls back her eyes scanning you “Show me your true self.”
You look down at your hand “I can feel you have changed, your powers.” She continued. Exhaling deeply let yourself transform, feeling your clothes changes into that of your armor, the air thickens wind blows lightly, you feel your iris change glowing veins appearing on your skin levitating off the ground slightly.
Grams eyes behold the sight of you, you look just like she had seen you in her vision so powerful, so majestic and beautiful. Something truly out the grasp of supernatural order, something beyond myths and legends, something that of primordial, something so destructive yet life itself.
At The Carnival
Bonnie and scott are walking around the carnival, scott holds the prize he won bonnie shake her head at his happy face.
“You cheated.”
Scott pouts “No I didn’t.”
“You used your power.” Bonnie accuses though the word doesn’t have actual venom in it rather its playful banter which comes naturally to both.
“How is it cheating, when the werewolf is a part of myself.” He reasons with a smile which made her smile.
She crosses her arms thinking “So I can use my power to win then.”
“I don’t think why not.”
She hums her eyes scanning the crowd she finds another game stand but before she can walk towards there scott pulls her back.
“First we need to eat something, I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.” Scott declares directing her to food stand avoiding people from bumping on to them. scott orders food for them paying as well dismissing bonnie claim of splitting the bill, for a werewolf who can hear from miles away scott only listen what he wants to hear.
“Don’t tell me you sleep with a bunny.” She says pointing at the stuffed toy that tucked in his arm.
“Oh, it’s for her.” scott says your name.
Bonnie smile at that “she does like stuffed animals, she still keeps the one I gave her.” she recalling the time she had gifted one when you where little.
They eat silently scott occasionally asking whether she wants anything else, bonnie watches him handing her tissue and bottle of water. Scott scans the games finding one of darts, he excitedly gestured at that rushing to the stand stumbling making bonnie laugh at his eagerness.
“Three darts on three balloons, you can win anything on the shelf” the staff says in monotone his eyes lazily scanning scott and bonnie.
He glance at bonnie she motion him to go first he take the dart after paying for the token he lift the first one aiming at the red balloon, he hints it giving a cheeky smile to bonnie who reminds him he has two left, he throw the next one it pops the pink balloon he does victory punch in the air before taking the last one both the staff and bonnie watches in anticipation he throws it and it land on orange ballon popping it.
“Yes!” Bonnie’s lip curl at scott’s wide smile its endearing to watch him celebrate his little win. The staff scott under his breath with an exhausted look he asks scott to choose his prize from the shelf.
Scott scans the prizes he turns to bonnie sheepishly seeing her getting ready for her turn, the staff clear his throat giving scott exasperated look.
“I’ll take the necklace.” Scott says pointing at the necklace with a charm of single start on it. the man takes the chain and hand it to scott.
“She does like stars.”
Scott turns to see bonnie look at the chain with sad look on her face “Oh, it’s not for her.” he says your name looking at the chain. “She had told me how the both of you would watch the stars occasionally, said that its both of your way of bonding, I thought…maybe you can have it…. if you want that is, from me…. not because I said so, because that would be rude…right. do you want it?”
Bonnie closes her eyes looking down she look up at him smiling “Yeah, I would like that.”
Scott gives her a bashful smile “Yeah. Do you want to wear it now.” Scott feigns a cool exterior “I can clasp it for you.”
Bonnie nod with knowing smirk on her face taking the chain from his hand “I think I can handle it.” controlling herself from not to burst of laughter seeing the deflated expression of scott.
His expression stiffens making bonnie face drop as well “what is it?”
“Blood, lots of it.” scott takes her wrist in his palm “stay behind me.” Scott traces the smell; they walk to a secluded area finding elena in heated argument with damon and stefan holding Caroline who is covered in blood.
Bonnie rush to Caroline only to recoil when she touches her arm “Caroline? Oh. You’re not. you can’t be.” Bonnie stutters scott stands beside her his eyes finding dead body of carter, he had met the guy when he saw him flirt with Bonnie.
“Bonnie?” Caroline cries but bonnie pulls away further away from her, stefan pulls her away bonnie meets up with elena, scott still beside her offer her comforting squeeze of on her shoulder.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” She laments.
Damon arrives with a shovel in his hands “Come on, don’t pout about it. I got a body to bury. Scott has scowl on his face looking at the man.
Damon turns to elena “I thought you were calling the shots. No? hm, it sucks to be you, buddy.”
Bonnie looks at him and gives him headache, making him fall to the ground clutching his head and curl up. She opens a faucet with her powers and water starts to coming out a hose.
Scott takes a step back watching with anticipation.
“I told you what would happen if anyone else got hurt.” Bonnie spat her face harden with hatred.
“I didn’t do this.” Damon grunts.
“Bonnie it wasn’t his fault.” Elena yells.
“Everything that happens is his fault elena.” Bonnie retorts she creates a fire; the fire goes towards damon.
“Bonnie stop it.” elena cries as damon starts burning.
Elena turns to scott “Stop her, bonnie bonnie, stop it. you’re going to kill him!” damon still burning “bonnie” elena jump over the fire line and shakes bonnie by her shoulders, the fire goes out s bonnie concentration is broken.
“Why did you stop me?.”
“Because this isn’t us. Bonnie, this cant be us.” Elena her hands around Bonnie’s shoulder, scott linger behind.
“What you have something to say?” damon taunts starting to heal himself, scott sighs.
“The both of you are gonna ruin their life as much as you think you’re helping them.” scott state before walking away.
Scott finds bonnie alone by her car, he walks over her leaning on the side of her car beside her. they don’t speak she gets inside the car after few minutes, but scott stops her taking the key he ushers to the passenger side opening the door for her, he closes the door once she’s inside. Scott jogs to the driver’s side sliding in and starts the engine. He places the prizes in the backseat.
“Why didn’t you stop me.” Bonnie questions her voice asks.
Scott glance at her before focusing the road “I had feeling you won’t actually kill him and maybe, maybe it is because I saw the list of his victims since he came to our town, stiles and her had all cataloged. People of our age and just innocent people had died because of him, and what he did to Caroline is horrible. I wonder why elena and his brother forgot about that.”
“I wish everything, just go back to normal.” Bonnie voice wavers slightly. Scott gives her a comforting smile.
“Its just wish. I think we should just accept what happens and keep going.” Scott shares as he takes the root to derek’s loft.
Bonnie frown seeing the unfamiliar route “where are we going?”
“I wanna show you something that will make you feel a lot better.” Scott drives up the Hale house, though both of them are surprised to see a whole brand-new beautiful house stands on the place on the charted burned house.
Through the front glass scott sees two figure hugging in the middle of the property, they pull apart at the sound coming vehicle, scott smile seeing your face pro of his werewolf half.
Bonnie get out the car, the headlight only make two peoples figure, one walks towards the light bonnie face relax her shoulder lowers when she sees her grams face, but her eyes widen a yelp of surprise leaves her mouth when you pop you, her deceased very much died sister pop your head sideways from behind grams with smile on your face palm high giving her a single wave.
“Hi, bonnie!”
You step aside from grams looking at the bonnie and scott “How was the carnival?.” Tears start to come out Bonnie’s eyes as she whimpered out your name.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m alive.” You wave your hands, bonnie let out chocked sob before running towards you, she hugs you tight.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! You’re alive! You’re alive.” She chants holding on to you tight you, hug her back patting her back. “you’re real! This is real.”
“Very much so.”
You pull back hands clasped on her shoulder “So how is things with you?” bonnie hold on to your wrist her eyes closing for a minute as she let out an exhausted sigh.
“It’s a lot.”
You grin at her “Well I have a all the time in the world.”
Grams sends you away with Sam Winchester, who reveals your visions are real—and that Grams is meant to die. After discovering the omega you once saved has been brutally killed, desperation drives you to listen to Peter Hale.
You resurrect Peter, unleashing a surge of power that restores Grams’ magic during the tomb ritual. She survives—but when she returns home, she finds you unconscious, your room destroyed.
You changed fate.
But it cost you.
Sam eyes widen seeing your sister and grams stands over you still frame shaking; they shout for you wake up. He and dean rush to the room they are stunned to see Grams and Bonnie hovering over you trying to get you open your eyes. dean pulls them away as Sam checks your pulse, it’s not there he starts to perform cpr he tries to be gentle but he can feel your rib cage threatening to break under his palm, he breathes in to your mouth yet nothing Gram’s crumble down on the floor dean tries to steady her bonnie confused and scared hold on to her arms.
“Sam, Sam,” dean calls when he hears your rib cage break the sound crack through the air “SAM!” he pulls Sam of off you “She’s gone man.” Dean take hold of Sam’s face in his hands, dean wipes Sam’s tear.
Grams and bonnie sits crumbled at the news, Gram’s face turns into blank looks her tears dries as if she’s not accepting the news bonnie on the other hand let out an agonizing scream that rattle the whole house, the windows crack at that.
From the corner of his dean sense a movement he draws out his gun, Sam blink away his hazy vision turning to see the direction his brother pointing his gun.
“Show yourself!” Dean’s booming voice commands making everyone in the room turn towards the darkness.
Dean stands up Sam follows as the person steps out from the darkness, peter offer a coy smirk “I intend no harm?”
Bonnie realizing who he is stands up she thrust her palm with a scream peter is slammed to the wall “YOU! YOU KILLED HER!”
Peter grunts “You’ve been learning, I see.” Peter feels his bones snap; he let out a pained bone. “You’re wrong.” he moaned out.
Bonnie feels hot blood tickling down her nose but she stands strong Sam and dean look between them, dean’s gun still aimed at peter.
“She’s not dead.” he whimpers out, his words send everyone in the room into spiral. He glances at Grams who glared at him “I’m not laying. If she’s really dead we both would be too.” Peter cough out blood.
“Let me explain.”
Grams stands she touches Bonnie’s shoulder “Talk.” Grams says bonnie let her hands fall making peter fall as well she grunts; he slowly heals compared to how he used to.
Sam draws out his gun as well as peter stands straight “How are you alive?”
Peter looks at you then to then “Let’s not ask the obvious, we don’t have much time.” he looks down at you again making everyone in the room bristle with anticipation Sam move closer his tall frame hiding you from peter’s preying gaze.
“You said she’s not dead, what do you mean?”
Peter shrugs “well technically she is dead, but at the same time she’s not. It’s true I may have manipulated her into reviving me but I didn’t want to her to be dead.”
Dean looks unconvinced “why should we believe you?”
“Because just like said my life and your life” he glances at Grams “are anchored to life by her, if she’s truly dead we to would be. And I’ve seen things that I can’t fantom and if that’s true she can never be truly dead.”
“I can’t feel her, here.” Grams mournfully says
“Doesn’t mean she’s not here, did you ever sense her power when she was child, no. its just like that. Her power has a mind of its soon, it won’t let her die, just like all those incidents where she should be dead but always miraclely saved at end just like the night you found her.” peter says the last sentence make her look at him disbelief.
“How do you know that?” bonnie glance at grams in confusion
Peter takes the fallen chair and sits down “like I said I’ve seen it all and more.” The Winchester brother still hold the gun making peter roll his eyes. “You can put those away.”
“No, I’m good.” Dean throw back.
Peter ear twitches he looks out through your broken glass window he stands up “Might wanna point at what is coming.”
They hear scratching outside; something dashes through your broken window dean shoots and animalistic snarl echoes.
“Out of the room!” he yells Grams pull bonnie out Peter goes to your side but sam stands and gather you in his hand just as they back up a reptilian skinned creature jumps into the room, Sam stands with you in his arms peter has his claw outstanding along with Dean, the creature silt eyes move over them it let out a snarl at sam as its eyes fall on you, Sam’s hand tighten around you he run out the room as Dean shoots its he cruse, shutting the room behind them seeing the bullet doesn’t seems affect the thing.
“Dean it’s a Kanime” Sam yells holding you in his arms bonnie and grams stands beside him It claw through the door with a vicious snarl.
“Oh Fuck”
Gram push bonnie behind and pull dean away from the she chants a spell she thrust her hand the door split opens the creature get tossed out breaking the wall of your room, on to the night.
“What the hell is going on?” Bonnie exclaims.
“It’s her power, the afterglow attracts every feral, raw creature seeking their own desire coming for her.” peter says his ears twitching, sense sharpened to hear the lurking creature.
Sam looks down at your face, head hung backwards he shifts you in his arms so that your head can rest on his chest, he was right Your power is drawing out all supernatural being that’s searching for something.
“We need to get her out the town.” Sam says just as they hear crash downstairs the creature stalks the house.
“You get her out” Gram’s state looking at Dean and Sam “I’ll hold it away.” Bonnie protest but grams walk down the steps.
“Don’t let it cut you, it has paralyzing venom.” Sam warns as grams descend the steps, the creature tries to jump at her but she chants and throw it out the house to the front yard. Dean and Bonnie descend Sam follow after peter had vanished. Garms comes out the house her face fierce and stern as she chants making it snarl at her.
“Hey!” peter yells at the creature, holding a mirror the creature snarl before it runs away whimpering.
They all comes out the house, let out a sigh of relief peter walks up to them looking himself in the mirror as he touches his face, he hums in satisfaction, they all look at him with exasperated look on their face.
“See, I told you.”
Grams relax she turns to sam her eyes dim at the closed eyes of your eyes, she cares your cheeks with still feels cold and lifeless, bonnie stands beside him her fingers weakly curling around your cold hands.
“Grams, what do we do now?”
“If I may” peter starts “I have a place outside the town where she can be safe” he adds “Her friends can’t know about this no one can until she wakes up herself or…” the sentence is left unfinished but it’s clear what peter is implying, “I know you think I’m plotting something but trust me, I too need her alive.” He grins like a sly fox dean and bonnie glare at him Sam and Grams remain unsure.
Grams sighs before nodding she taps on whispering something to Sam, he leans down to hear and nods she grabs Bonnie’s arms and pull her to the house, Sam carry you out the porch he calls dean.
Dean walks over his brother “Can you open the door?” Sam asks as he nod towards Sheila’s car, dean does as his brother asks.
“Is she gonna listen what the newborn asshole says” dean mutters as he watches his brother lay you down on the back seat. Sam takes off his jacket and lays over you his eyes heavy with guilt that made dean exhale.
“What choice does they have, and he seems to know more than he lets on.” Sam glance at your figure one more time his eyes shining with despair as he gently shut the door.
“I may be back from dead, but my hearing is pretty good.” Peter says walking towards them he turns to Sam dean frown seeing peter’s fixed eyes on his baby brother “She has weakness for your eyes you know, I understand now.”
Sam’s glare softens at the mention of you he turns to you again.
Dean run his hand down his face as grams and bonnie comes out carrying a bag they walk toward the car.
Peter gives them a smile “Let’s go chop, chop.”
“You’re riding with us.” Dean says to peter, he thinks then shrugs before walking towards Dean’s impala.
Sam glance at your figure one last time before nodding to Grams and bonnie, with peter as guide they once more leave the town.
Peter sits in the backseat stretching his limbs he crosses his arms and lean back closing his eyes, dean throw cautious glares occasionally while sam eyes remain in the side mirror, looking at the car in mirror.
“What did she mean by you were in her head?” dean asks
Peter hums his eyes closed head still hung back “It means exactly that.”
Dean huff his words become sharp “you messed with her head. she’s like this because of you” peter open his eyes his eyes flash blue as he sits straight and glare at dean.
“Believed it or not, I never wanted to hurt her let alone want her dead.” peter sit back “I latched on to her primarily because she could bring me back, but I’ve seen…. I never wanted her be in whatever state she’s in now.” Peter vaguely repeats his words; he let out a laugh.
“Honestly I’m also trying to see why she allowed me get this far?” Peter’s lip curl into an amused smirk “What, you think she let anyone control her?” he adds seeing the brothers’ furrowed brows.
“Why are you chatty?” Dean scowl at him through the rearview mirror.
“Being dead would do that”
Sam looks at him “you said things are seeking her out why?”
Peter turns to him “I feel like you already know the answer, but I’ll share my wisdom with the two of you.”
“When I was in my werewolf form, I could feel her power, such a raw uncontrollable vast power it was like a beacon pulling that side of me but I felt nothing she was jut normal.”
“What was you doing in her head?” Sam asks his voice was controlled, eyes blazing. “She was a mess”
Peter doesn’t say anything, he looks out the window “I did what I need to do in order to survive, beside I’m the only one that fear her.”
Dean and Sam glare at him at that.
“We are here.”
Peter gets out first Sam and dean follow not soon after Gram’s car comes, Sam hurry towards them. Sam nod as they get out the car, he opens the backdoor his heart aches seeing you he scoops you out of the backseat his jacket carefully tucked on your frame. Bonnie clings on to grams hand her eyes red and puffy with tears.
“This doesn’t feel right grams” Bonnie says
Grams cover Bonnie’s hand with her “What choice do we have, he does have point. My magic doesn’t seem fully mine. It feels likes her.”
“What if she doesn’t wake up.”
Grams doesn’t answer and peter who not so accidently hearing it also spout a hint of doubt
You better wake up, he thinks.
Peter walks ahead they walk deep into woods grams and bonnie behind him followed by sam at the end dean now with his shout gun in his hand. Peter turns to them and points at a cabin. He shows Sam a decent looking room for room with bed and functioning light. Grams and bonnie tidy up the bed quickly and Sam lay on it.
Sam steps out the room walking out of the house where Dean and peter stand, he put his hand in his pocket, the night is cold as he does you, he feels something solid in his pocket he pulls it out it’s your phone, you had it left behind when you run out the room.
Sam switch on the phone and it light countless messages chimes in with buzzing that startled the three.
Sam skim through it most are from Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison and Jackson and an unknown number asking if you’re okey.
Peter turns to him “Is that her phone?” Sam nod “Oh god, I’m pretty sure Its stiles.” Before sam can answer the phones gets taken from Sam’s hand.
Peter sits down on the step he opens the phone typing in the passcode like he knows it and he does “That kid has nose of hound” peter open the chat and send message.
“What are you doing?” dean asks
“Trust me we don’t want more people to know about this, especially her friends” that’s all peter says.
He replies to all the text pretending to be you, your phone alerts the weather app notification
Space Weather Advisory; elevated solar activity detected, minor geomagnetic disturbances possible in coming weeks.
Peter swipe away the notifications without a thought
