i'm not me || tvd [1]

•i'm not scared of mikael•

"All that effort wasted trying to tell you how boring you are, and now you finally agree with me?" Damon said and downed his glass of whiskey.

"Damon, you are worse than Elena...." Stefan trailed off and looked at Imogen, who was quietly drinking her water as she stared at him and his older brother. "Not you, Imogen." the noirette nodded as Stefan looked back at his brother. "Getting me drunk, brotherly bonding. What do you think, I'll break down and you can pull me back from the edge, is that it?"

"I happen to like the edge, Stefan! Your problem is your inability to resist falling over it. All or nothing, man. You can't just be."

Imogen saw Callie walking back to their table with another bottle of whiskey and sat down on Damon's lap again, making her roll her eyes.

"Although, who am I to judge?" Damon said, flipping a coin and landed into the glass. "Drink up, brother!"

Damon held out Callie's arm right in front of Imogen towards Stefan.

"I'm going outside for a bit." Imogen told the brothers and stood up from her chair. "I need to take a breather."

She smiled at the Salvatores and walked away while the younger Salvatore watched her retreating figure as the older Salvatore narrowed his eyes at him.

"Uh huh?"

Stefan looked at his brother, who was looking at him in suspicion. "What?"

"You still love her don't you, little brother?" Damon asked.

Stefan rolled his eyes, ignoring his brother and bit Callie's wrist, drinking her blood.

~•~•~

Outside, Imogen took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

'I wonder where Nik could be right now.' she thought to herself.

A lot has changed when she woke up after being daggered for 90 years and placed in a coffin by Klaus. She woke up to find that he was yet again trying to break the curse that Esther had placed on him, Stefan was a Ripper again, Gloria stabbing her with a knife and broke her neck, meeting the latest Petrova Doppelgänger, meeting Stefan's older brother, meeting Stefan and Elena's friends and lastly, finding out Mikael's on the loose still trying to kill Klaus.

"Well, I wouldn't have noticed you Imogen if it weren't for your necklaces."

The noirette's chocolatey brown eyes widen in shock as her body froze in fear. She would never forget that masculine strong voice that made her human life miserable, fearing for the lives of the Mikaelson siblings especially Klaus.

"How are you, child?"

Imogen turned and standing across from her was a tall, middle-aged man with short dark blond hair and blue eyes, similar to Rebekah's. It was no other than the very first and oldest Original Vampire, the Original Vampire Hunter.

"Mikael."

~•~•~

Rebekah was lying on Imogen's bed while Elena sat on a love seat. The two were still in the noirette's bedroom without her knowing.