We meet again.

End

- Samantha

The twins were grown up now. The young adults of this very dark world. I've lived my life in peace realising that consistently trying to get revenge against the Mikaelsons was doing me more harm than them.

I knew of Valentina's plan of taking the twins to Elijah but done nothing to stop it. Just cause I had a personal vendetta against the man didn't mean that I should eradicate his chances of being a father.

Which he failed at.

As soon as problem came with Hope he went running back to help his family forgetting about his own kin. He did this repeatedly. The twins soon got the message at a young age that he loved Hope more than them. Did they hate their cousin? I don't even know.

It's safe to say that I wasn't only just a mother but a father also. We remained a distant family, no one really talked to us unless they had problems, enemies, threats or people to bring back from the dead. They just used us. So we separated ourselves from them and lived in our own bubble. Just the 3 of us.

I no longer used my magic, I gave it all to my children as I realised that with this power, my urge for revenge just kept increasing. There was so many times where I wanted to ram my hand through Klaus' heart and rip it out permanently. But I composed myself, Hope needed him.

I decided to let things go and let nature run it's course, with belief that in due time what they deserve will come to them.

Which it did. Ironically.

There was a handful of unexpected deaths that I could've resurrected, but I no longer want to involve myself in that type of magic. It was dangerous magic and went against the natural order of life and death. Another significant factor is what if they actually wanted to remain dead, who am I to bring them back in this awful world.

I had to break that cycle of revenge in order to feel the peace I have now. My  kids would continue to be in great danger if I continued my endeavours. Sure I was powerful. Sure I was immortal. But continuously using it to my advantage would rob my children experiencing things humanly. They wouldn't bother going on a road trip if they knew they could just teleport there.

Over a millennium magic has been both a blessing and a curse to me. My contract with it had to come to an end. People only recognised you when it came to your abilities. My whole life people only saw me as a weapon and a trophy, no one really knew the real me. Only my kids have and that says a lot about life.

People only want you in their lives if you have something that you want.

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Here I was getting groceries at the local farmer market, there was a time where I would just wave my hand and a plate of hot food would appear in front of me. I'm trying to enjoy the little pleasures of life. Cooking, cleaning, driving etc.

It wasn't long until I was unloading my groceries in the car that my hairs spiked up, I look up and watch the sky darken and light up with a flash of zigzag. This was not a natural activity but a supernatural one. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in annoyance.

Great.

A witch.

"You took everything from me." A voice snarls. I raise up my eyebrows in thought of who had I hurt. My only true enemy were the Mikaelsons.

I turn my head around and I eye the tall girl with light coloured eyes. I look at her with a confusion expression trying to figure out what her problem is. It was when I looked at her features and realised the resemblance between her and her parents.

"Ahhh. I know who you are." I nod,
"Hope Mikaelson." I smile.
"My whole family has been torn apart because of you." She spits. Flames rise from the floor as soon as she finished speaking.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say nonchalantly, closing the boot of my car.
"You allowed my parents and uncle to die. You had the power to help but you didn't," I watched her eyes fill up as she continued blaming me.

"You're blaming for letting the universe work?" I cock my eyebrow at her. She raised her hand violently, it was then I noticed a slash on my cheek. Of course it wasn't going to heal, I was basically human now.

I knew that today, this girl was going to kill me. I shut my eyes for a second allowing magic to run through me one last time as I managed to say my last words to my children. I was not going to kill a little girl, I was not a complete monster.

"You did nothing!" She shouts, the streetlights burst, the glass violently attacking the street. It was clear that she wasn't herself right now. It was the anger of the first-born Mikaelson curse.

"There was a time where I would do anything for your family. But they treated me as collateral damage." I tell her calmly, ignoring the stinging on my cheek. Humans were really unlucky beings sometimes.

"I will not be used to fill your desire." I tell her firmly. "If you want your family back, bring them back yourself. But remember not everyone who is dead wants to come back."

She took deep breaths, eyeing me cautiously. "I know you were jealous of my mum and Uncle Elijah. Do you know how it feels to wake up each day and not having a best friend." She says.

She just had to go there with the jealousy apart. I know it was Rebekah that told her this considering the fact she was no longer speaking to me for not bringing back her siblings.

"Of course I do Hope. But I wasn't the one who put them in a coffin to lure someone back." I say. It wasn't long before I saw a claw mark on my stomach. She really was a Mikaelson.

"You know that I just wanted my family back." She exclaims.
"Reckless magic comes with a cost."
"Now you want to give me a magic lesson." She laughs.

"You talk about the universe doing its work when we both know, you've been doing it's work for a millennium. You tried to get rid of my family so many times and have succeeded." She says coldly. "I'll make sure you feel the pain that I've felt before you die a miserable death."

I was not going to hell for killing a little girl but I was not going to be in her memories as her first victim. I know it was the grief doing this, there were times after my fathers passing that I wanted blood on my hands but that wasn't the answer.

If she killed me now, it would affect her everywhere. The last thing I needed was for another blood-shedding tyrant in the world.

I knew what I had to do. It wasn't long until I felt that same magic and power rushing through my veins, and I levitated upwards.

This was the ending I deserved. I finally experienced short term peace and now would experiencing it eternally. 'I love you guys' I repeat in my head, hoping at least one of them would hear.

I let out a shriek in agony, feeling every part of my body disintegrated into powder. The very essence of my being on earth settling on the ground like snow.

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My eyes fluttered open as I adjusted to the brightness of the room. I found myself in Rousseau's, sitting on the table with a glass of scotch in front of me. What the hell was going on? Could you even drink when you're dead? Is there any way I can be transferred up to Heaven?

"We do that for new comers, in the land of the dead." Someone says. A voice that I knew too well said. I couldn't help but let out a loud groan and huff before turning around.

There he was with a glass in his hand, smirking at me. For fudge sake.

"Hello Samantha, we meet again."