𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐍ᴇxᴛ 𝐌ᴏʀɴɪɴɢ
𝐁ʟᴏᴏᴅwᴏᴏᴅ 𝐑ᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ.
𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐒ᴜɴ 𝐌ᴀᴅᴇ 𝐀ɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 𝐌ɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ 𝐎ғ 𝐌ᴏʀɴɪɴɢ 𝐋ɪɢʜᴛ 𝐓ᴏ 𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐋ɪᴛᴛʟᴇ 𝐓ᴏwɴ.
The two half-Cretan siblings sat silently in their kitchen and enjoyed the breakfast that Alexandra had made for them while chatting with her older brother about last night's secret meeting with the town's Council.
"So, they seek after the Gilbert watch," acknowledged the sister before putting two eggs on Nathaniel's plate.
"That they do," he agreed and took a bite from his plate. "Carol believes that Elena claims that it must have been packed away in her parents' things," he took a sip of his grapefruit juice before looking at his younger sister. "And I think she was right, to be honest."
"You're very well aware, that the specific watch is passed down to the Gilbert men for years," toned the brunette. "Chances are, Jer-Jer did not wish for it to be shown at the heritage display yesterday and Cupcake respected his request." She was taking a sip of her strawberry juice when she noticed Nathaniel looking at her with his brows raised. "What?"
The eldest Bloodwood laughed at her innocent expression. "Nothing, you just have a nickname for everyone," he exhaled another chuckle before tasting one of the chocolate biscuits that his sister had made.
Alexandra smiled. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No, it's just-" He gave a nervous laugh before bringing a memory to his mind. "When you were little, you couldn't say big words and since most of our names were quite mouthful," he reminded, "you started referring to us with the first syllables of our names and ever since you started making a nickname for each and everyone you cared about." He looked at her sweetly. "And it remains to be as cute as it was back then..." He cupped her cheek and stroked it lovingly. Alexandra leaned onto his hand and closed her eyes while her face was adorned with a smile of peace before Nathaniel leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"I wish Gabe was here too..." Whispered the female, the tears threatening to escape her eyes - the cracking quite obvious in her voice.
The brother sighed deeply and supported his head against his sister's while caressing her dark-brown head of hair. "I know Alex... If he could attend, you know he would."
Alexandra laughed bitterly and pulled away from her brother's grasp. "Who are you trying to deceive Nate, me or yourself? Just admit that he did not want to come and encounter me, even accidentally."
When the Bloodwood firstborn tried to object, the youngest sister of the three, prevented him from doing so.
"You and I both know, that deep down Gabriel agrees with our mother about what happened with uncle Christian..." She looked at him with pain in her eyes. "He believes that I'm responsible for his death."
Nathaniel couldn't say that it was a lie. Gabriel always had a soft spot for Vivienne and most times he would take her side in everything. And since that tragic event, it was not only Vivienne that changed her attitude towards her daughter, but Gabriel's towards his sister as well.
"But I do not!" He urged her to believe him by the serene tone of his voice. "No matter what our crazy mum says or what our stubborn brother believes, I will always be on your side. And you know I'm being honest with you on this."
His favourable smile got married to her sad one due to her previous silent crying state.
Nathaniel frowned once he noticed Alexandra finding more interest in her nails. "What aren't you telling me, Alex?"
The sister looked at him with eyes full of guilt. "I-I've been hiding something important from almost everyone for at least five years, Nate." She confessed.
Nathaniel did not get angry once those words came out of her mouth. He could understand the apparent guilt that she felt because he himself has been hiding something important from anyone, for twelve years already. "Like what?
She straightened her posture and placed her elbows on the marble counter and intertwined her fingers, deciding to eventually speak to her brother. "I've been having some strange dreams for the last five years that only Daniel knows about..." She toned, referring to the nightmares she's been having and not to what she's gone through in James' hands a long time ago.
"Trying to forget the fact that you've spoken only to my future brother-in-law and not to any of us for those peculiar dreams of yours, I'm simply going to ask; what kind of dreams?" Vocalized the eldest Bloodwood with a hidden embarrassment due to his own secrecy.
"Since I turned eighteen, I started having quite restless nights considering everything that was happening back then," she started explaining. "All that anxiety of the responsibilities that I had to start taking into consideration for my newly adolescent self, the missions at the Institute that I had to bring into success all by myself, the visit to the Silent Brothers for the invention of the... you-know-what," she evaded pronouncing her mind-hidden Black Door in order not to recall any unpleasant experiences and memories.
Nathaniel nodded his head in comprehension and gestured for her to continue, "Well, those nights yet restless, were totally not dreamless. The first night after my mission with those Demons in San Francisco, when Natalia helped me portal myself for the first time, it was when I saw the first dream... Well, more like a vision but I'm not certain."
"What did you see?"
"It is better if I show you..." She pulled out her Stele from its encasement and revealed her 𝐈ɴᴠɪsɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ 𝐑ᴜɴᴇ that was drawn on her left wrist.
"What has your Invisibility Rune have to do with your dreams?" Requested Nathaniel, in bewilderment.
"Every Shadowhunter knows that the Invisibility Rune cannot hide us from other Shadowhunters or common Downwolders, right?"
"Yeah... But?"
"Well take a look at this," she instructed before using her Stele to draw the letter 'A' right onto her Rune.
Nathaniel did not know what his sister tried to show him but when he realized what she wished for him to see, his whole body shivered from shock.
Alexandra had disappeared from his sight.
"What the hell?" Yelled Nathaniel and almost fell from his chair when he flinched in shock. "Where are you?"
"I'm right here, Nate." Her distant voice replied like she was speaking from another dimension.
The Bloodwood firstborn twirled around himself multiple times but his sister was nowhere in sight. "How can this happen, Alex? How the hell can't I see you? How did you make that happen?"
"I showed you what I did, Nate."
Nathaniel flinched hearing her voice and turned around to see her right behind him, sitting on her chair like before.
He grasped her wrist only to witness her Rune in its previous state. "Your initial is gone..." He murmured, caressing his beloved sister's previously-burned skin, now slightly red.
"I know-" She hissed in pain before her brother started caressing the burning spot more carefully but quite lovingly. "Otherwise you wouldn't be able to see me."
"It is known, that lots of Nephilim are being born with a special ability but... I've never seen anything like that." Nathaniel raised his gaze at her. "Is this the only thing you can do?" He enquired like he already knew that she was hiding more.
Alexandra nodded her head reluctantly before responding, "I-I discovered that I can see perfectly into the night, the dark unable to affect me. I uh... also have much more strength and speed on my own, like there is no need to activate my Runes." She admitted, fearing his reaction.
Nathaniel's jaw hit the ground in shock. "I have super strength on my own too." He admitted as well before realizing the error of his impatient mouth.
"W-what? Since when?" Requested Alexandra an answer from her older brother - her tone laced with astonishment.
The Bloodwood male found more interest in his hands. "Since I turned eighteen, too."
"What?" Exclaimed Alexandra and averted her glare from Nathaniel's, mentally calculating the years. "You've been hiding it for twelve years and you were accusing me of only telling Daniel? H-have you told anyone?" She asked, angrily.
He shook his head negatively, not daring to face her.
Alexandra closed her eyes and took a deep breath before exhaling angrily. Reopening her eyes, she sat down next to Nathaniel, making him look at her, reluctantly. "We must meet with our brother and father as soon as possible."
The eldest brother nodded his head in agreement before noticing his sister's expression turning dead serious.
"We should arrange a family meeting." She acknowledged and pressed Gabriel's contact on her phone.
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𝐓ʜʀᴇᴇ 𝐃ᴀʏs 𝐋ᴀᴛᴇʀ
𝐒ᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀᴇ 𝐁ᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ 𝐇ᴏᴜsᴇ.
Damon was on the verge of desiccation.
Almost four days (if you count the entire night of The Founders' Party) without being fed was the worst torture for him. He might have gotten too far with Victoria and underestimated Alexandra's temper like completely.
He expected Stefan to retaliate, yes.
He expected Alexandra to retaliate and much worse than his brother, yes.
He expected Stefan to do something with Victoria and keep her away from Damon's harm, yes.
He expected Alexandra to warn Victoria or protect her in every possible way she could, yes.
But he never expected Stefan to team up with both Alexandra and her giant boyfriend, Daniel.
And what overwhelmed the older Salvatore's anger even more?
His encounter with the Campbell man at The Founders' Party...
Daniel was sitting relaxed by the bar, enjoying his glass of scotch whisky and observing Alexandra from afar as she was trailed by Jenna to speak with her privately, as he supposed.
Damon after acquiring the 𝐂ʀʏsᴛᴀʟ from his hiding spot inside the Lockwood Mansion, went downstairs to have a drink and spend as much time away from Victoria.
The girl was nice and rather attractive but he might have used his compulsion tricks wrongly towards her, concluding her to become a very needy and poncy 'girlfriend' for him. And not wishing to cause any more damage to her, he chose not to try and compel her to change back to her old self.
Descending the stairs at a steady pace, not getting suspicious by anyone, he took a glass of champagne from a passing server's tray and started drinking from it.
His ice-blue eyes were darting everywhere, hoping to spot the desirable female Nephilim somewhere. But instead, he spotted her boyfriend.
Choosing to ignore the burning sensation in his flesh, his expression was adorned by an evil smirk and walked towards the Campbell firstborn to make sure to get on his nerves.
"What's up, Art Professor?" He humoured, urging Daniel's smile to slowly disappear from his face.
"What do you want, evil vamp?" He downed his drink within a moment's notice.
"Well, I saw you all alone here, deep in thought and just kind of wondered; did Hotness actually dump the Picasso of Mystic Falls or is she just bored for you?" The irony was perhaps too obvious in his tone while the smirk wouldn't dare to disaffiliate his expression.
Daniel turned to look at him with a blank glance before he put on a wicked smirk of his own. "Why are you asking? Too desperate to date the most famous Bass Player and Shadowhunter that ever existed?"
Damon laughed, although the anger inside him was only growing more. "I'm never desperate, giant," he gave Daniel a self-satisfied smile before deciding to make his anger grow. "But I'm certain she wouldn't mind taking a taste of this gorgeous piece of architecture."
The Nephilim shrugged, not getting affected by the vampire's airy-fairy utterances. "Well, she did taste your lips unwillingly and I can make sure of you," he lifted his brow at him, grinning maliciously. "she did vomit right after confessing to me every kiss you gave her."
The Salvatore clenched his fist around his glass before finding more interest in it instead of anything else. "Yeah..."
Daniel noticed his sudden change of behaviour but did not comment on it. Not that he cared. The last thing he needed right now, was to start worrying about Damon's quite apparent affections towards his cherry pie.
First Josiah and now him. At least Josiah had no shame in showing his love towards Alexandra, no matter if she didn't return his feelings. Their relationship was very powerful.
But Damon was nothing to Alexa.
Nothing...
Right?
"So, quit your efforts on whatever you're trying to do," voiced the dirty-blonded man, breaking the silence and making the immortal being look at him with a raised eyebrow. "You know what I'm talking about. You already caused so much trouble, just because you believe you can do everything. I do not know what or who you seek, but you better stay away from my family and this town and especially my cherry pie. Because God is my witness, Damon, if you do harm any of them, death is going to be your happy place." He threatened venomously the raven-haired creature of the night.
"And here I thought I was the best in threats," tried the vampire to cover his insecurity.
"Then you clearly have no idea what it means to be a Shadowhunter."
Damon gulped, furious, due to his lack of 'creative' arguments. He downed his champagne and placed the glass on the bar, leaving without saying a word to the fearful Shadowhunter.
He walked away, looking for Victoria, thinking about one thing; someone will get hurt...
The crinkling sound of a paper reached his vampire hearing and brought him out of his memories.
With all his remaining power, he tried to reach the paper that had magically appeared inside his pocket.
A smile of satisfaction was now carved on his weak and infected complexion, once he recognized the message he had just received, was sent from his witch friend, Bree.
𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐.
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐.
𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒆.
𝑷. 𝑺. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏!
𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔,
𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒆...
"If you could help me get out of here, I owe you another night of hot passion, Bree," he barely managed to humour, with a groan of pain following.
The existence of Shadowhunters equalised the existence of Demons. It wouldn't be hard for Bree to locate a Demon and summon him. And since Damon had the witch put an Observation Spell on him, so that she would be able to check his situation whenever he was in trouble, she knew he needed help and managed to contact him through an Astral Projecting Spell.
That way, Damon revealed to her his plan of escaping and Bree of course agreed (she could assist him in escaping by herself of course but Damon did not wish for Alexandra to sense the witch's aura and make things worse for both Bree and Damon. And even if she sensed the Demon in town, she couldn't know who could have summoned him).
And with the demonic creature's arrival, he could ask him the real reason for the vampire summoning him.
Two birds, with one stone.
The sound of a door opening from a distance and the increasing sound of heels descending the stairs made him tense.
Now, was it out of fear, was it out of joy?
Only his heart knew the answer...
Alexandra's surprisingly-to-Damon-worried expression appeared from the iron door's window.
Damon was shocked once he saw her face. He wasn't sure if she went there to judge him or because she was truly worried about him.
Could it be true? He mentally asked himself.
"Am I in Heaven?" He stupidly enquired.
The Bloodwood daughter let out a melodious chuckle. "Do you truly believe that if you went to Heaven, you would be half-dead in your family's dungeon?"
Damon cracked a smile. "Well, there is an Angel in here, so this must be Heaven."
She unlocked the dungeon's door and stepped inside before closing it behind her, surprising the older Salvatore even more. "We are not in Heaven, Damon." She toned and came to sit across him.
"You're actually here..." he breathed heavily. "Why- Why did you come here?"
"I actually wanted you to tell me, what assistance you wished to require of me before Stefan decides your punishment."
Damon scoffed. "He already did,"
Alexandra shrugged with a blank look. "Well then, there is nothing else for us to wait for." She reached the inside of her pocket and pulled out a small vial of blood, showing it to Damon.
Damon's vampire form immediately made its appearance on his face - almost ready to attack her and grab the vial but her fierce voice prevented him from doing so.
"I'm going to give it to you, only if you promise to cooperate and respond to every enquiry of mine!" She acknowledged, not showing a sign of fear towards the famished vampire.
The Salvatore heir's gaze fell on the unlocked door, thinking only this word; unlocked. But Alexandra was a mind reader of her own so ((◠‿◕))...
"Don't even think about escaping, Damon."
He turned to look at her with a raised brow of surprise. "And why not?"
Alexandra smiled sweetly at him. "Because it would sign your death, that's why." Seeing his querying expression, she added, "Before Stefan took off to meet with Elena at the Sexy Suds Car Wash, he made sure every window and door of this house remain open so that your entire residence would be flooded with sunlight all day long." She beamed as she pointed to his bare finger which lacked the presence of his daylight ring.
Well, it wasn't actually a very sunny day outside, so Alexandra had to use one of the secret Runes that she had dreamt in one of her dreams (think of a Rune quite similar to Clary's 𝐒ᴜɴ 𝐑ᴜɴᴇ from the TV series but with many more differences), to make the place a lot sunnier; a fact that the Salvatore firstborn had no idea about.
Damon waved his options with dense thought but having no time to react, his body betrayed him and he fell to the dingy floor - unable to stand up.
Alexandra kneeled next to him and held the vial tightly in her palm and circled her arm around Damon's head - her other hand resting against the door.
"What is it going to be, Damon?"
"Give it to me, I'll do as you say," he spat out with difficulty and let himself lie upon her arm before she slowly opened the vial with her finger and let the metallic liquid flow inside his harsh throat.
The blood slowly returned the colour to the vampire's cells as it made its way down his oesophagus.
Alexandra observed his face while he drank. He had his eyes closed and held her wrist tightly as she held the vial to his dry lips. He was covered in dust, perspired, with apparent stubbles on his exhausted-slightly-grey expression that Alexandra even though thinking that they looked nice on him, hated the piercing sensation they left on her skin.
Once the Salvatore had himself fed - stronger now -used his vampire speed to pin Alexandra beneath him with a devious smirk of victory. "Big mistake of you to trust me when I'm hungry, Hotness," he expressed with an obviously clearer voice and sped upstairs.
Alexandra took her time to clean herself from all that dust and waited patiently for Damon's scream of pain.
And there it was...
A second later, Damon reappeared in the dungeon - vampire speed - with his face and hands red from the sunlight's harm on him, panting heavily.
Alexandra smiled deviously at him, not surprised by his move. "Big mistake of you to underestimate your uncle and brother's intelligence and my warnings, Mr. Salvatore,"
Damon looked at her furious due to the nickname before deciding to listen to her now and not try anything similar if he wanted to earn her trust (rather difficult right now) and help with Katherine.
"Shall we now discuss the assistance you require from a Shadowhunter such as moi [moi - me], or would you rather take another walk upstairs and let the sun decide your fate?" She voiced out kindly before grasping his arm abruptly and letting him fall to the ground hard.
Pulling out her Stele, she made a tiny circle on the door's handle, with a cross within it, rendering it locked from the outside.
Damon had no other choice but to obey and tell her a very interesting story that travelled back in 1864 when he and Stefan fell in love with a very beautiful girl, named Katherine Pierce...
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𝐀 𝐅ᴇw 𝐇ᴏᴜʀs 𝐋ᴀᴛᴇʀ...
Alexandra was in shock.
Or more accurately, she was in shock that Damon had a heart after all. A heart that had been loving the same woman for a hundred and forty-five years.
She didn't trust everything that he shared though...
For instance, she did not believe that Damon was the one that Katherine chose back in the day, and Stefan wanted revenge ever since.
Since Damon arrived in Mystic Falls, everything evidences that he is the one who seeks revenge from his brother and not the other way around.
She just needed to hear Stefan's side of the story too.
The only thing she hoped was that Elena wouldn't find out a thing about Katherine and the fact that they looked exactly alike.
If only our Shadowhunter knew what surprise awaited her later...
She was on the phone with Nathaniel while she was walking through the woods, wishing to avoid any accidental encounter with any fan of the Band.
"Είσαι σίγουρος ότι δεν σε είδε κανένας;" She asked as she twirled a withered leaf in her hand. [Are you certain you were not seen by anyone?]
"Εκατό τοις εκατό," he replied confidentially. "Ήμουν αόρατος όλη την ώρα που ήμουν εκεί, και είχα ελέγξει εκ των προτέρων αν ήταν κάποιος στο σπίτι." He finished while walking away from the Gilbert Residence - having the Gilbert watch well secured in his jacket's pocket. [One hundred per cent. I was invisible the entire time I was there, and I had checked beforehand if anyone was at home.]
Alexandra closed her eyes with a sigh of regretful relief. "Ελπίζω να κάναμε το σωστό," she muttered. "Σώζουμε έναν αθώο, έτσι;" [I hope we did the right thing. We're saving an innocent, right?]
"Και τον παράφρων αδερφό του, μην το ξεχνάς αυτό." Reminded Nathaniel. [And his lunatic brother, don't you forget that.]
"Φυσικά και δεν το ξεχνώ," reassured the younger Bloodwood her brother. "Αλλά θα αφήσω τη μοίρα του να αποφασιστεί από τον αδερφό του." She said determined, even though having some insecurities. [Of course, I'm not forgetting it. But I'm going to let his fate be decided by his brother.]
She checked the time on her phone and found herself outside the place she needed to be.
How long am I on the phone? She asked herself, not understanding how fast the time had passed. "Τέλος πάντων, έχω κάτι να κάνω τώρα, θα τα πούμε στο σπίτι. Έχω κάτι πολύ σημαντικό να σας πω." She quickly informed Nathaniel. [Anyhoo, I have something to do right now, I'll see you at home. I have something really important to tell you both.]
The eldest Bloodwood hummed in response before adding, "Όπως θέλεις. Πρόσεχε όμως, έτσι;" He requested, worried. [As you wish. Tread carefully, will you?]
She knocked on the door and waited for the owner of the house to come and greet her, and once Sheila Bennett did, Alexa replied to her brother while a smile adorned her face, "Θα προσέχω, αδερφέ μου," and she hung up the phone. [I will, my brother,]
"We've been waiting for you, dear." Welcome her, Sheila, with a hug.
"I know," she rubbed the Bennett woman's back warmly. "I've missed you, Sheila."
"Well, everyone who loves me does." She humoured with a smirk after pulling away from the Nephilim. "Now, come. Bonnie needs our support and guidance."
Alexandra stepped inside the house and went straight to the living room, where Bonnie was sitting with dried tears on her wonderful chocolate-coloured skin.
Once she raised her head and her gaze met Alexandra's smiley expression, her whole body relaxed and she exhaled a sigh. "Alexa!" She run towards her friend's awaiting embrace and held her tightly while she cried silently in the taller female's arms.
"Shh, it's okay," attempted the Shadowhunter to soothe the inexperienced witch as she caressed her dark hair at a slow pace. "We will tell you everything you need to know Brownie, don't you worry."
"What is happening to me?" Whimpered Bonnie before looking at Alexandra's umber-coloured eyes in bewilderment. "Wait, do you-"
"Know what we are?" Interrupted her, her grandmother as she came from behind them. "Yes, dear. Alexandra is very well aware of our ancestry and our capabilities. She and her ancestors have been our protectors for a very long time..."
"I-I don't understand," muttered Bonnie and stepped away from the heavenly creature.
"I will explain everything Brownie, I promise," she urged her to sit down before joining her and taking her hand in hers, looking at her straight in the eyes. "I just want you to be calm and think very carefully about what you wish to know."
Bonnie seemed sceptical but asked her anyway, "A-are you a witch, too?"
Alexandra and Sheila both laughed. "Bonnie, you already know the answer to that question," reminded the older Bennett. "Ask what you truly want. Alexa is like family to us."
The dark-skinned lady turned her gaze back to the Nephilim. "Back at the Bonfire, I touched your hand and I saw you with wings..." She trailed off as Alexandra nodded her head in agreement. "What was that supposed to mean, Alexa? What are you?" She enquired, with slight fear.
Alexandra knew that there was no reason for her to hide anymore. Since Bonnie started discovering her supernatural side, in a very short while she would've figured out herself what peculiarity Alexandra owned.
"I'm a Shadowhunter, Bonnie." She confessed to her friend.
Bonnie's jaw hit the ground. What did she just hear?
"A Shadowhunter?" She whispered with her eyes facing anything but her friend and Grams. "You've been telling us stories about Shadowhunters when I was little and you used to babysit me." She recalled, astonished.
The Bloodwood heir smiled. "Elena and Caroline as well. I used to tell you stories about my species because you all wanted something 'angelic'." She mimicked the last word with a childish voice.
Bonnie let out a chuckle but did not fully believe her. "Common Alexa, I'm being serious. There are no such things as Angels and Demons."
"You're the one with the visions sugar, and remember; you were the one who saw me with wings, I did not utter a word."
She was being honest. Bonnie could feel it. She knew it inside her. And the celestial aura she felt when Alexa was around and she thought she was exaggerating, confirmed Alexandra's utterances about herself being a Shadowhunter.
"Tell me everything," said the younger Bennett, determined. "I wanna know everything about witches and Shadowhunters, and I want to know now!"
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𝐋ᴀᴛᴇ 𝐄ᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ
𝐒ᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀᴇ 𝐁ᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ 𝐇ᴏᴜsᴇ.
The night arrived and the moonlight covered the town of Mystic Falls with its yellowish shadow.
The Boarding House was empty.
Stefan took Jeremy's call and went to the Gilbert Residence, to try and lighten the mood between him and Elena.
As for Zach, he took Alexandra's advice and travelled far afield from Mystic Falls, to keep himself protected from Damon's hands, and thankfully he did exceptionally well because if he did not listen and stayed, he would have ended up as another victim of Damon's anger.
So, there was no one inside the house, except for Damon of course.
The vampire was all alone in the building - only silence made its presence apparent apart from his inpatient breath that could be heard throughout the dungeon and the stairs that lead upstairs.
Telling the truth to Alexandra was not something he planned to do but the desirable Nephilim didn't really give him a choice.
She knew everything. She knew that both Stefan and Damon fell for the same girl. She knew that Katherine was the reason that the two brothers ended up as vampires. She knew that Damon loved her more and Stefan less and that was the reason that he needed her assistance since Bree spotted her presence in town.
Back in 1864, the Founding Families had the vampires in their homeland exposed, including the Pierce woman, and they locked them all up inside a tomb.
After one hundred and forty-five years, those vampires, of course, have been all desiccated due to starvation of the blood.
So, what's better than a celestial (even half) being's powers to open up a tomb and release a desiccated vampire from inside it?
Yet, the Bloodwood female did not quite reveal any of her thoughts to him. She didn't even react when Damon admitted to her that Stefan probably fell in love with the Gilbert girl due to her 'identical' resemblance to Katherine.
Not knowing what to do or think, he just looked at the dirty place he was in, without moving. But by doing nothing, he barely noticed the small spark that appeared at the corner of the dungeon; but he heard it.
Turning his head askance, he noticed the spark going brighter and brighter until it turned into a fire-like tornado that conjured a tall man in a suit from within before it got extinguished.
Damon's posture straightened against the wall in anticipation, not knowing who the man was.
A second later, another piece of paper appeared in his palm, revealing the answer.
𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅!
𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒆...
"Hell, it did, Bree," he mumbled in shock while he watched the man dusting his suit down, in frustration.
"Why in Heaven, the only handsome meat-suit I discovered with a suit, must be covered by so much dust?" He complained, rather annoyed.
The Salvatore remained speechless, not sure of what to say or do.
"Ugh, at last!" He cleaned the last spot of his suit before facing the terrified vampire. Observing Damon's state of completely soiled and rather depressing form and laughed heartedly. "And here I thought the vampires from your world, were always clean."
And the confirmation was made. He was the Demon that Damon had Bree summon.
"Are you truly a Demon?" Asked the older Salvatore, already knowing the answer.
The hellish creature gave him a pointed look before smirking down at him. "First time?" He questioned while he fixed his cufflinks.
"Yeah," responded Damon, untouched by the man's arrogance and stood up from the ground. "But you didn't answer my question."
The Demon rolled his eyes in irritation." Our vampires are much less suspicious and..." He looked at him severely. "cowards."
The child of the night did not have any time to show off his own arrogance, when the Demon's eyes turned black with obscure white 'veins' in them, revealing a piece of his demonic nature; a fact that Damon, fortunately, or not, did not notice in the slightest.
"Believe me now, boy?" Growled Hell's representative at the other immortal male, as his eyes returned to his vessel's eye colour; hazel, which matched perfectly his blond hair.
Damon nodded fearfully to the demonic presence in front of him, feeling terrified for the first time in a very long time.
"Now, vampire, what is your requirement from a Demon such as myself?" He questioned as he adjusted his blazer. "I suppose you want out of this filthy place," he concluded, taking a look at the room.
"Well, I wouldn't say no to that offer 'cause there is nothing I can do in here and more importantly, there is no food," he complained blankly and put his hands on his hips. "But this is not exactly the reason I had you summoned."
"Do share the reason then, vampire, I'm quite busy these days," dismissed him, the Demon, starting to get bored.
Damon moved forward until he was inches away from the devilish being - his expression deadly serious.
"I want Daniel Campbell dead!"
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𝐍ᴇw 𝐂ʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ 𝐈ɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
𝐒ʜᴇɪʟᴀ 𝐁ᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ performed by: 𝐉ᴀsᴍɪɴᴇ 𝐆ᴜʏ
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A/N: Hello darlings!!!
The next chapter will be a conclusion concerning the first season of The Vampire Diaries.
I do not intend to add all that thing with the tomb opening and its vampire drama, so I'm gonna jump again an episode and finish the season at the seventh episode.
The chapter or chapters after that will be something completely different that will change the Bloodwoods' lives for all eternity, so as you've probably understood, it will be subjects based only on the Bloodwood family and not on the original script from which there will be very few scenes.
Afterwards, we will jump straight to season two of our favourite show.
I sincerely can't wait until then...
Toodles!!!!