𝐅ʀɪᴅᴀʏ 26ᴛʜ 𝐅ᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 2010
𝐆ɪᴀɴɴᴀᴋᴀᴋɪ 𝐑ᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ | 𝐂ʜᴀɴɪᴀ | 𝐆ʀᴇᴇᴄᴇ.
𝐒ʜᴇ 𝐇ᴀᴅ 𝐒ᴘᴇɴᴛ 𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐏ᴀsᴛ 𝐓wᴏ 𝐌ᴏɴᴛʜs 𝐖ɪᴛʜ 𝐇ᴇʀ 𝐅ᴀᴍɪʟʏ, 𝐈ɴ 𝐂ʀᴇᴛᴇ.
Away from her problems.
Away from her duties.
Away from her friends...
The only ones she kept contact with, were Jenna, Bonnie, Victoria, Elena and slightly Caroline for she was still unaware of the supernatural (thankfully) and Alexandra wished for the human to not feel that she wasn't loved.
But things were not proceeding harmoniously in Chania, either, since her thoughts did not cease to torment her, daily.
Vivienne's sudden arrival in Alaric's apartment two months ago and her unexplainable change of attitude before it turned venomous and despicable as it was?
The secret she made an effort to disclose to Alexandra without uttering it.
Was she even trying to notify her about something or Alexandra just wanted her mother back so desperately, that she started making up various scenarios in her head?
No, that wouldn't elucidate the shift in Vivienne's behaviour...
Did that imply that the half-Cretan's insane assumption was accurate?...
Was Vivienne indeed possessed by a demon all these years?
And then it was Daniel's letter, which she still hadn't read yet. She couldn't bring herself to.
What could he have written to her?
The housekeeper ceased her train of thought.
“Milady?” He addressed her and the Nephilim turned around to face him. “There is a gentleman at the entrance, asking to see you.”
Her perfectly shaped brows knitted together in confusion. “Gentleman? Didn't he share his name?”
“He claimed that you know him,” said Joseph and pointed at the window. “You can check if you like. I told him I shall inform you.”
Curious about the gentleman's identity, Alexandra used her fingers to push the grey curtain aside to receive an answer to her enquiry.
Her curiosity was satisfied when her eyes fell on a certain raven-haired vampire who sensed her gaze immediately and gifted her a wink.
“Oh, dear,” she shook her head, in amusement. “He came here...”
“What should I do, Miss?” Requested Joseph. “Should I let him in?”
“Do not bother, Joseph,” she smiled kindly at him. “I shall take care of it, thank you.”
The man bowed his head down in respect and left her bedroom before Alexandra took a glimpse of herself in the mirror and walked out as well, descending the stairs to greet her visitor.
“Mr. Salvatore,” she spoke, making her presence known to Damon. “What a surprise finding you here...”
“Miss Bloodwood,” he greeted her back with a smirk. “It's been a while.”
“Indeed,” agreed the half-Cretan when she reached the doorstep. “Don't get me wrong, you were the last person I expected to see.”
“No offence taken,” mused Damon and pointed at the invisible barrier that prevented him from entering without an invitation. “Can I come in?”
She was surprised by how utterly polite he was being. “Only if you tell me the reason for your visit.”
Damon gave her a deadly sincere face. “I came to take you back to Mystic Falls.” He told her, causing her brows to furrow. “Katherine's back.”
Her eyes widened due to the divulgence. “Come in.”
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𝐀ʟᴍᴏsᴛ 𝐀ɴ 𝐇ᴏᴜʀ 𝐋ᴀᴛᴇʀ...
“Christ, I needed some time to mourn and look what happened!” She walked back and forth and sometimes threw some glances at Damon. “John Gilbert has returned. My aunt or former aunt – Isobel – has returned. You, Stefan and Victoria almost died but Mayor Lockwood did! You all came to discover that John and Isobel are Elena's biological parents, and last but not least, Katherine Pierce has returned!”
“Okay, can you please sit down so we can talk more calmly?” Suggested Damon and reluctantly, Alexandra did as required. “Now, I came to you because you're the only one who can help us, let alone protect us. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all the way to Crete if I knew you couldn't do it.”
“How can I be of any assistance?” Doubted the brunette. “I know nothing of Katherine Pierce.”
“When you met Stefan and me, what was the very first thing you did?” Queried the Salvatore male, already knowing her response.
“I made some research upon you both, from our archives,” replied Alexandra, in honesty.
“And how did you discover that Katherine was never inside the tomb?”
“Through the same way,” she continued. “Do not say anything, I know where you're proceeding with it.”
“Exactly!” Praised Damon. “You're gonna find out everything about her from your Shadowhunter archives or whatever, plus everything I'm going to tell you while we're flying back.”
“Firstly, I didn't accept your offer yet, and secondly, how did you discover that it was her and not Cupcake?” She wondered. “They look exactly the same.”
“Well,” he moved closer to her, for privacy, knowing that her father and the twins were somewhere inside the mansion. “Apart from the fact that she almost killed John, something else happened before that. I was in Elena's house after your friend Bonnie freed us from that damn basement and I was talking with Jeremy about him and Bonnie– don't ask I'll fill ya in, later. Then, when I was about to leave, I bumped into Elena right outside her house and we talked a bit but then she... she tried to kiss me, something that Miss ‘I need to protect my family’ would never do, no matter how attractive I am.” Alexandra rolled her eyes and Damon continued, “I mean, even if she hadn't broken up with Stefan, she still wouldn't kiss me, like– there's nothing going on between us, not even a fling.”
“I see,” breathed the Nephilim and crossed her fingers, supporting her elbows on her knees (not quite caring about John's situation concerning the fact that she almost hated him. She knew he had survived and that was more than enough for her). “Yes, I agree. Cupcake would never do that to Stefan, even now that they're no longer together.”
“Perhaps not with me,” sing-songed the handsome vampire and looked at the bottle of unknown-to-him alcohol that Alexandra had brought, only having said that it was from her father's winery.
The Shadowhunter frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Damon threw her a naughty grin. “Well, you know... A lot has happened while you were gone.” Shared the Salvatore descendant. “After you left, Liz's daughter fought again with her tool of a boyfriend, Tyler–”
Alexandra spoke before he could carry on, “Yes, I'm aware of that. He was being harsh on her again and she decided to cease their relationship; something I rather praised her for, no matter how much I love Tyler.”
“Yeah, I don't know,” mumbled Damon and rested his back on the couch, hoping that Alexandra's love for Tyler, was not like his own for her. “The little douchebag has given me quite the thoughts, lately. When the paramedics arrived to check on blondie, the blue eyes, Donovan, and him, the one who checked on Tyler, had literally soaked his pants! He swore that Tyler had yellowish eyes while he was out. ”
Alexandra was in utter shock, her blood turned to ice.
She didn't know what was worse; the fact that Caroline, Tyler and Matt had probably experienced an accident (from what she gathered from Damon's utterances) or the fact that Tyler's family curse was beginning to take effect on him, and it was a matter of time before he triggered it!?
“Why, would Tyler, Caroline and Matt need to be checked on!?” Exclaimed Alexandra, notifying her father from his office upstairs. “What has happened!?”
“Oh, I probably should have said this, sooner,” regretted Stefan's brother. “Um... they might have crashed with the car when Mayor Lockwood told them to go home so they wouldn't get hurt from what he had planned with John Gilbert, in order to kill us.”
She jumped from her seat, alarmed, speaking in Greek but also from what it seemed to Damon; in the dialect, only Cretans spoke. [What did you just say!?]
“I have no idea what you've just said,” worded Damon and stood up from his seat as well. “But Lockwood and Donovan are both fine, they didn't get hurt.”
“And what about Caroline!?”
The creature of the night took his time to respond, angering Alexandra even more. “She got badly hurt. She's in the hospital as we speak, but she's okay! I fed her my blood last night and she's all healed!”
Nicholas emerged from his office, hearing his daughter shouting and looked from above to catch a glimpse of what was taking place, enquiring Alexandra of it in a manner that only a classic Cretan father would ask if they saw their only daughter with an unknown man. [What's the matter? Do you need me to come down there and show that raven beside you, what it means to have a Cretan Shadowhunter for a father!?] He threatened and pointed at the wall to their right, which was covered with revolvers, rifles, many kinds and sizes of blades, swords, cleavers and axes.
Damon gulped in terror. “Is it just my idea or did your Father just threaten to cut me in millions of pieces?”
“In a way,” replied the half-Cretan's daughter, lowly. “Father, I would like you to meet Damon Salvatore. The most abhorrent person in Mystic Falls until recently.”
Damon gave a pointed look at her teasing but Nicholas was the one who talked first.
“Salvatore,” he reiterated the surname while descending the stairs and looking straight at the vampire. “The elder brother of the Ripper, the vampire who turned two innocent girls into immortal beasts and also the one who technically forced you to kill Vicki Donovan just because he thought he could play with people's lives.”
“Nice to meet you too, Sir,” humoured the raven-haired male, trying to hide his fear – the non-healed scratches on his neck, being the perfect reason.
“What is your business here, vampire?” Queried Nicholas, spitefully, when he stepped down the stairs and came to stand beside his daughter. “Why did you upset my daughter?”
“He had brought unpleasant news, father,” uttered Alexandra, in the vampire's defence, attaining the bottle of Raki from the table and pouring some in three shot glasses, handing one to Damon, one to Nicholas and keeping the last one for herself – confident that she could effortlessly reason with him after that. “Caroline, Matt and Tyler have had a car accident, and Caroline was severely injured.”
The patriarch snapped his head in Alexandra's direction after he downed his shot. “Dear Lord! Is the girl alright!?”
“Yes, she's recovering,” the brunette gave him a response, pouring some more alcohol into her father's empty glass and motioning to Damon to drink his own.
The firstborn of the Giannakaki family focused his gaze on Damon again. “I do sympathize with the poor girl getting hurt but you have honestly flown from Mystic Falls to Greece, just to notify my daughter about that? As a vampire, you should have been aware of the telephone's use, considering you were born long before Alexander Graham Bell invented it.”
Alexandra choked on her own shot, unable to prevent her snicker as Damon couldn't be grumpier for not having a good remark to answer back to the male half-mundane. So, all he could do was drink his own shot with a forced smile. “Bottoms up!”
He raised his glass to Nicholas before swallowing it greedily – his expression was everything to Alexandra... after she saw him choke as well. “Man, this is strong!” He coughed twice before looking at the two Nephilim in from of him. “But good, really good! What is it?”
Nicholas grinned proudly. “It is called Raki. It's Crete's most known alcoholic beverage. I produce it myself, in our family winery. If you're going to be a good lad, I might consider it and give you some to take back with you if you desire.”
“If I desire...?” Mumbled Damon and grasped the bottle from Alexandra's hand, pouring some more into his glass before pointing it to the father and daughter. “I want a crate of these.” He said to the patriarch before his ice-blue eyes shifted solely to Alexandra. “But I want one more thing, to be honest.”
“Ah, how wonderful!” Expressed Nicholas, disdainfully. “He's making demands now!”
“Father...” Alexandra put her hand on his shoulder. “Let him speak.”
He replied in Cretan and drank his third shot. [Go ahead, then, speak. Let's hear what you have to say.]
Damon turned to Alexandra, “Translation.”
But she didn't get to respond when her father roared, “Speak, I said!”
“I-I need to take your daughter with me to Mystic Falls,” hastened out the immortal, fearfully. “It's urgent, we all need her.”
Nicholas straightened his posture as the words came out of the vampire's mouth.
“Are you leaving again, Mamma?”
Came Maeve's saddened voice from behind them, making Alexandra's heart crack only at the sound of it.
“Baby,” she walked towards her daughter, who had already teared up. Kneeling down her height, Alexandra took Maeve's tiny hands in her own after wiping away the tears from her peachy cheeks. “I won't be long, I promise.”
The curly-haired three-hundred-year-old sniffled and let her fingers play with her mother's jewellery. “Why, must you go?”
“Because my friend Caroline is sick,” she tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Do you remember Caroline?”
The little girl flashed a small smile. “Yes... That cute girl, who looks like Barbie.”
“Precisely!” Praised Alexandra, happily and cupped her cheek. “That's the one.”
“And when are you going to come back, Mamma?”
Charles entered the living room from the garden and came beside his sister, caressing his mother's long hair. “You said you would take us with you the next time you would leave.”
Alexandra sighed deeply, turning her head backwards for a moment to glance at Damon before meeting her children's eyes. “What's the next month after February?”
The twins didn't take long to reply, “March!”
The Nephilim smiled. “March, very well! We have two days left until this month ends. I promise you within the next ten or fifteen days, I shall request Joseph to take you and bring you to Mystic Falls. In our new house...” She sing-songed and winked at them, bringing on the siblings' happy faces.
“Yay!!!” They jumped in excitement and hugged their mother tightly, not noticing the two men behind them smiling warmly.
“Where are you going to stay until our house is done, Mamma?” Wondered Maeve as her fingers still fiddled with Alexandra's jewellery.
The female Shadowhunter didn't know how to retort to her daughter's query...
She would certainly be welcome to reside in Alaric's or Jenna's but she didn't wish to, concerning their relationship had started to build and perhaps had already gone to the next level.
But Damon did know the retort she was seeking.
“She's gonna stay with me and my brother,” he announced, proudly, shocking the female and angering her father. Noticing that, he added, “... and my lovely girlfriend, Victoria.”
Alexandra rose her eyebrows in astonishment and evaded to release her sudden laughter.
The twins tensed when their eyes detected the unknown man in the room and came closer to their mother, in awareness.
For Maeve, there was not a single possibility of speaking to Damon right away, for she was rather a red-faced little girl, unlike Charles who wished no one near his mother if it wasn't family, now that his daddy wasn't around. The little lad didn't trust that stranger to be something more than a friend to Alexandra; his Shadowhunter instinct commenced taking effect even at that young age.
“May I know who you are, Sir?” Requested Charles, politely as his mother had taught him and Maeve when around strangers.
“That is Damon, mon chéri,” intervened Alexandra, using her impeccable French accent. “A very good friend of mine.” [My darling.]
Damon's heartbeat took a rather increased pace, hearing such words from her.
“You're a friend of Mamma?” Charles' young voice brought him back from his reverie.
The vampire moved forward after Alexandra's nod and kneeled beside her, smiling at the two siblings. “Yes, I'm her friend. Would you like to tell me your names?”
“I'm Charles Campbell-Giannakakis,” replied the young boy, proudly, surprising his mother and grandfather for adding their Greek surname after his father's.
“Hello, Charles,” Damon's ice-blue eyes moved to the curly-haired girl, who hid beside her brother in embarrassment. “And who are you, beautiful?”
Maeve cracked a shy smile and blushed before murmuring, “I'm Maeve.”
“Nice to meet you, Maeve,” he winked at her and the little girl moved further behind her brother to hide her shyness.
“Nice to meet you too,” she mumbled, timidly and dared to ask the vampire, “Is your house big?”
“Maeve,” reprimanded Alexandra, softly. “It is not polite to make such enquiries.”
“Sorry, Mamma,” whispered the toddler and snuggled into her mother's embrace.
“Hey, it's okay,” supported the Salvatore heir. “She didn't offend me. She just wanted to make sure that her Mother would be comfortable, didn't you, little button?”
“Yeah...” Admitted Maeve, giggling before hiding her face in Alexandra's hair.
“And yes, my house is very big,” told her, Damon, playfully. “With many rooms, bathrooms, a huge living room and a wonderful yard. It's actually very close to your Mum's house, just on the other side of the woods.”
“Really?” Wondered Maeve, in awe.
“Oh, totally!” Replied the immortal, enjoying the feeling of making the little girl smile.
“Alright, how about I proceed in packing my belongings, huh?” Questioned the half-Cretan, noticing Nicholas with her peripheral vision being rather upset. “I wish to express my condolences to Carol.”
“Good idea,” agreed Damon. “I'll wait here, take your time.”
She turned to Nicholas. “Father, if you please?”
“I know, I know,” he assured her and Alexandra went upstairs to her chambers to start packing. Nicholas turned to his grandchildren and put on a smile, “Children, why don't you go and wash your hands? You've been playing outside all morning.”
Agreeing instantly, the twins went to the bathroom to get their hands cleaned when unexpectedly, Damon felt a strong hand clutching him by his shirt and getting him in a rather retained position, perceiving Nicholas whispering threateningly in his ear, “Listen here, you immortal scoundrel! You will make sure the room my little angel will be staying in, will be far apart from your bedroom, and if you dare to lay a hand on her, I shall deliver you to Hell's doorstep by myself, with your limbs perfectly chopped by my Father's meat cleaver, have I made myself clear?”
“Crystal!” Whispered the Mundane World's vampire, dread written on his expression as he observed Nicholas from low (as the half-Cretan was a lot taller than him).
“Πατέρα!” Echoed Alexandra's voice from the railing, urging the patriarch of the family to release the vampire. [Father!]
Damon adjusted his shirt and his eyes widened when he saw the suitcase beside the Nephilim's delicate legs. “Don't tell me that you have packed, already!”
Alexandra winked from above. “You're not the only one with supernatural speed, Damon.”
Thank the Angel, being the Devil's offspring had provided her with more physical strength and intelligence apart from the new Runes she kept dreaming of. Combining her Speed Rune with her new physical speed, was something that could easily exceed the vampires' speed.
“Great!” Said Damon, amazed. “We'll be right on time for the next flight!”
Nicholas' daughter smirked. “Who said that we're going to fly?”
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𝐀ɴ 𝐇ᴏᴜʀ 𝐋ᴀᴛᴇʀ
𝐋ᴏᴄᴋwᴏᴏᴅ 𝐌ᴀɴsɪᴏɴ | 𝐌ʏsᴛɪᴄ 𝐅ᴀʟʟs |𝐕ɪʀɢɪɴɪᴀ.
Damon was feeling sick when they appeared in the Salvatore Boarding House through the Portal that Alexandra had created with her Rune.
“I don't understand,” noted the vampire beside the Shadowhunter before they entered the Lockwood Mansion. “How could I pass through that Portal? I'm not from your world.”
“In case you haven't noticed, Mister,” spoke the Bloodwood lady. “Your inner wrist has a tiny mark on it, which I carved when my Father handed you a huge box of wines and Raki from our family winery.”
Damon gasped in surprise. “How the hell didn't I feel a thing?”
She side-gazed him. “Please, Damon. I'm a professional.”
They spotted Tyler by the entrance and Damon leaned in and whispered in Alexandra's ear, “I'm going from the back entrance. I don't want to come face to face with him.”
“He just lost his Father, Damon,” reasoned the half-celestial. “Show a little respect.”
“You're the Mother Teresa of the group, Hotness, not me,” he winked. “I need to speak with the Sheriff too, so...” And he walked off, leaving Alexandra to greed the grieving son, alone.
The young man did not perceive her approaching.
“Tyler,” she addressed him, softly, gaining his attention.
“Alexa!” He immediately brought her in his arms, enjoying the feeling of being held by her. “Thank you for coming.”
“Are you joking?” She pulled away from him but not entirely. “You're like my little brother. How could I leave you? You're not hurt from last night, are you?”
“No, I'm fine.”
“You don't seem to be fine,” observed Alexa.
The Lockwood boy gazed down at their joined hands. “Is it bad that...”
The Nephilim tilted her head. “What?”
“That...” He debated whether it was proper to utter his feelings or not. But then he was certain Alexandra would definitely understand him. “I don't think I'm going to miss him that much. I'm just... angry, you know? I feel like I'm losing control all the time.”
The brunette sighed heavily. “Ty...” She caressed his cheek. “You and I both know that the person we're all here today was a rather esteemed Mayor, but not a good Father. I have lost count of how many times I deterred him from beating you in the past...”
The teenager shivered when he recalled how many times this had occurred. And miraculously, Alexandra was always there and protected him from his own father. Now, that he considered it; Richard's behaviour against him was very much like his own current one. He was losing control rather easily and couldn't think of what he was doing or saying. What was happening to him?...
Alexandra on the other hand knew exactly what was happening to him for her assumption of the Lockwoods' family curse had just been confirmed.
Tyler was about to respond when a figure caught his eye and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Oh, great...”
Alexandra frowned. “What's the matter?”
“You'll see,” muttered the youngest Lockwood under his breath. “We'll talk later, okay?”
The Bloodwood female nodded with a warm smile and Tyler went back to greeting people as Alexandra intended to find Carol and pay her respects as well.
Entering the mansion, her eyes darted everywhere, endeavouring to locate the matriarch of the Lockwood family but in vain.
Multiple pairs of eyes were on her for she didn't cease to be a celebrity, something that she truly wished to evade.
The last thing she wanted was for people to start gossiping about her and Daniel.
Walking away from the crowd, she ascended the stairs, desiring to use the restroom to check on her attire.
Suddenly, a hand grasped her wrist brusquely and dragged her inside a room and shut the door behind her before her back made contact with the door – her eyes widened once she acknowledged the person before her.
“I was aware that you lacked brilliance since the day I first encountered you, but it appears you still do.”
The man smirked at her. “I knew I recognized that perfect-shaped body of yours.” Complimented Mason Lockwood. “It hasn't changed since the day we met.”
She escaped his grasp. “I'm being cautious with my diet.” She remarked and turned to look at him. “I believed you've noticed that. It hasn't been long since we last met.”
“Well, yeah,” began Mason and walked towards her, having his hands inside his pockets. “Six months is not long.”
“Have you adjusted?”
“I can say, I have,” replied the Lockwood. “I cannot thank you enough for helping me when I first turned.”
Alexandra beamed. “It was no hardship, Mason.” She noted. “You were Nathaniel's best friend for years back in High School. I almost considered you as a big brother of mine.”
“Brother?” The man rose his eyebrows and leaned forward, grinning maliciously. “Do you usually have sex with your almost-big-brothers?”
She smacked his arm, her cheeks turned crimson. “Keep your voice down! I don't wish for anyone to know what had occurred between us!”
“Why not?” Taunted Mason, noticing her blush. “Haven't you told Nathaniel that I was the one who deflowered you?”
No, because you weren't...
“I dare you to say that to him or Gabriel,” provoked the Nephilim. “They will make sure you endure your werewolf curse twenty times a month instead of one.”
The Lockwood heir hummed in agreement. “I always liked the way you threatened me.” He tucked one of her curls away from her face. “But you're right. I have your brothers capable of anything.”
“That's right,” murmured the heavenly creature before straightening her posture. “So, I take it you're here because of Tyler?”
The werewolf nodded his head. “Yeah, now with Richard gone, I figured his signs would start to show. Mine did around his age too.”
The Archangelic-natured creature nodded her head in comprehension. “You made the right choice. Your brother had not triggered his curse but he lashed out at Tyler whenever his curse kicked in. The only person appropriate to be of assistance to Tyler is you.”
“Yeah,” mused Mason. “Do you think the same device that was used on those vampires, was what affected both Richard and Tyler?”
Alexandra pursed her lips. “I cannot think of anything else. They weren't vampires, so their werewolf nature must have been affected by the Gilbert device.”
The Mayor's brother exhaled loudly. “Did those vampires really worth dying and my brother ended up dead instead?”
“One of them did,” she retorted, honestly, referring to Damon. “But then again, he did not.”
“Do you know them?”
“I do,” said Alexandra and supported herself on the nearby desk. “One of them is a very dear friend of mine actually, even before she was turned.”
“Good,” he toned and moved towards her. “I hope she's okay.”
“Yes, she is,” answered the half-Cretan but frowned upon a thought that reached her mind. “Wait, I thought you despised vampires, what changed now and you care about their safety?”
The Lockwood found more interest in the hem of her dress, his gaze over her legs holding a hunger.
“Mason!” She snapped her fingers in his face to gain his attention. “Stop staring at my legs and tell me! And make sure to not lie to me!” She pointed his finger at him and he knew he couldn't lie to her now... or ever.
“I... might be seeing someone...” He only uttered.
“Someone?” Repeated Alexandra, suspicion lacing her tone. “Someone immortal let's say?”
Mason didn't meet her eyes. “Maybe...”
The Bloodwood heir chuckled. “That explains your sudden interest in the town's vampires. And how did you know about it in the first place? No one is familiar with your cognizance upon the supernatural factors.”
“The girl I'm seeing,” elaborated Mason. “Might have had some information about it.”
“I see,” her dark-coloured lips twitched a bit.
“Don't tell me, you're jealous...?” Humoured the thirty-year-old male and moved behind her to move her hair from her shoulder.
The brunette laughed and escaped him once again. “Jealous, why? You're the one in a relationship and you have been trying to seduce me since you spotted me here. Do I have to feel sorry for the poor girl you're seeing?”
“No, you don't,” spoke the blond-haired, smirking and standing over her as she had taken a seat on the settee. “But I would make an exception for you and you only.”
“Bear in mind, Mister,” initiated Alexandra, almost threateningly. “that first; you're speaking to a feminist and second; to a Cretan feminist. Keep going with that kind of talk and your next location will be underneath my–”
Suddenly, the door opened and Mason's eyes widened with the person who had entered.
“Kathy!” He greeted her, awkwardly and the girl with the masquerade of Elena Gilbert seemed more uncomfortable than ever. “You are... here!”
Although Alexandra was one thousand per cent that the girl in front of her was not Elena Gilbert, let alone human.
So, Katherine Pierce has managed to deceive more than one...
“I'm sorry,” she smiled shyly. “but my name is Elena Gilbert. I'm not...”
“Mason!” The Shadowhunter interfered and went by the fake Elena's side, desiring to convince her that she did not perceive her vampire nature. “This is Elena, one of my best friends! You do remember Grayson and Miranda Gilbert, don't you?” She feigned innocence, something that didn't escape the wolf's attention.
“Ah, yeah, I'm sorry for your loss,” muttered the werewolf, dumbfounded.
“Thank you,” said the vampire, faking embarrassment, also something that Mason noticed.
How could his girlfriend look exactly alike the girl in front of him!? Something was up and Nathaniel's baby sister seemed she must have figured it out.
If she didn't already know about it...
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“And you're certain it was her?”
Alexandra's eyes moved behind Damon before they returned to his ice-blue ones. “I am. And here's my confirmation.”
Damon turned around only to see Jenna, Jeremy and Elena entering the Lockwood property.
“Damnit!” Swore the Salvatore and veered around to face the angelic beauty again. “I'll talk to Elena about the crazy bitch, you stall Jenna and Jeremy as long as you can.”
The Bloodwood female sighed deeply, giving a silent response to the vampire.
Jenna was the first who recognized Alexandra by her attire.
“Alexa!” She called out and ran towards her, a tray in her hands and her niece and nephew following after her. “You're here, I'm so glad!”
The Nephilim accepted the side embrace the redhead gave her and Elena joined her from her right, though Jeremy, held a stone expression with Alexandra's presence.
“How are you, Cupcake?”
“Fine, I guess,” replied the Gilbert girl.
“Elena, hi!” Appeared Damon from behind them and nodded at her aunt and half-brother. “Jenna, Jeremy. Can I talk to you for a second?’ He addressed Elena again.
“Um... sure, yeah,” agreed the human when the vampire wounded his arm around her shoulders.
“Excuse us,” beamed Damon before grabbing Elena and taking off.
“Hey, let me take the food inside, pay my respects and I'll be back, okay?” Proposed Jenna and when the two nodded in agreement, she departed.
“So, Alexa,” earned Jeremy the heavenly creature's attention. “Our guardian angel.”
Alexandra chuckled. “Is that supposed to be a joke, Jer-Jer?”
The young man shrugged. “I'm just curious. If you are truly our protector as everyone here believes; then answer me this...” He came closer to her. “Would you kill to protect us, Alexa?”
The half-celestial furrowed her brows, perhaps a tad angrily for she detected an irony in the boy's tone. “Jeremy, I fail to comprehend your current attitude. If you wish to tell me something, then say it; do not throw insinuations at me.”
“Alright,” said Jeremy, sternly. “Did you kill Vicki because you had to save Elena or were you just showing off your Shadowhunter skills?”
Alexandra froze in her spot.
What did he just say!?
“W-what?” She stammered, her tears evident inside her eyes. “H-how did you–?”
“You should tell my big sister that she needs to hide her stuff better,” that was all he said and entered the Lockwood mansion, leaving the brunette to take a taste of the same torment she went through when she had to kill Vicki Donovan.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't perceive Bonnie joining her.
“Alexa, hey!” Came the Bennett witch, in a mix of happiness and fear. “You won't believe who I just –!” She stopped herself when she caught sight of her friend crying, the makeup slightly ruined. “Alexa, what happened?”
“He knows,” she whispered.
“He knows what?” Queried Bonnie. “Who knows what?”
“Jeremy,” uttered Alexandra, silently. “Jeremy knows I killed Vicki Donovan.”
The young witch was in utter shock. “What!? But how–?”
The half-mundane did not let her finish. “He must've read Elena's journal. I cannot explain it, otherwise.”
“Oh, Alexa,” sighed the chocolate-coloured girl and embraced her friend who had begun crying again.
“What's the matter?”
They pulled apart in the Sheriff's voice.
“Alexandra?” Questioned Liz, not certain if it was truly her. “Honey, is that you?”
The half-Cretan turned around and faced the woman. “Yes, Liz. It is me.”
“Honey, why are you crying?”
Alexandra opened her mouth but nothing came out of it. She could think of nothing to reply.
“I told her about Caroline,” lied Bonnie, hastily. “She didn't know that she was in the hospital and she got worried.”
Liz was moved. “Oh, you...” She embraced Alexandra, and the brunette glanced at Bonnie, sending her her gratitude with a smile. “Would you like to join me? I'm headed there now.”
They pulled away.
“Actually, I'd love that.”
“Great,” spoke the Sheriff. “Let me get the car and we'll be ready to go, okay?”
“Okay.”
After the mundane walked off, the Bennett girl turned to her tall friend. “Thank God, that was close!”
“You tell me,” murmured the Shadowhunter before her phone started ringing. “Excuse me for a moment.”
She gazed down at the screen to see it was an unknown number. Knitting her brows together, her finger swiped right on the screen and accepted the call. “Hello?”
No one spoke from the other end.
“Hello?” She repeated, giving Bonnie a bewildered look. “Who is this?”
Again, no one spoke. Only a deep breath was heard, and that, faintly.
“Who is it?” Wondered the witch.
“I know not,” she said in response, hanging up. “Perhaps they got the false number.”
A loud dink echoed after a minute, alarming the two females with a newly arrived message.
From: Unknown Number.
You will not be unhappy forever...
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𝐍ᴇw 𝐂ʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ 𝐈ɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
𝐈ɴ 𝐎ʀᴅᴇʀ 𝐎ғ 𝐀ᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇɴᴄᴇ.
𝐌ᴀsᴏɴ 𝐋ᴏᴄᴋwᴏᴏᴅ performed by: 𝐓ᴀʏʟᴏʀ 𝐊ɪɴɴᴇʏ
𝐊ᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ 𝐏ɪᴇʀᴄᴇ performed by: 𝐍ɪɴᴀ 𝐃ᴏʙʀᴇᴠ