THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
S02:E22
C H A P T E R   F I F T E E N:
Cure.

Opposite to Stefan's assumptions, Anastasiya didn't go looking for the Mikaelsons. She was still angry at Klaus for turning her in the days prior, and was somehow still trying to process Elijah's feelings for her. Instead, she went home and stayed there, acted sick, did whatever she could to just lay in bed. That is, until she had an unexpected visitor.

"Hey, honey, Stefan came by to see if you're alright. Should I tell him to come by later when you're feeling better or let him up?" Odette asked from the doorway of her daughter's room. Anastasiya turned over and threw the covers off her head roughly, the sunlight hitting her so harshly it had felt like she weren't even wearing daylight jewelry and she shied away from it as much as possible.

"let him up." Anastasiya didn't know what to expect from the vampire stepping up the stairs to her room. Would he scold her, yell, grimace in disgust, say thank you for returning home, or would he simply quiz and question.

"Anastasiya," Stefan spoke softly as he walked in, she was sitting up in her bed, now, swinging her feet over the side and looking up at him sternly. "How are you feeling?"

"He killed her and Jenna. He killed me..." she shook her head, remembering the time of her first life, the time where he told her to never turn for him, to not become the monster he was, to live. Klaus had changed, she knew it.

"I know," Stefan sighed, stepping in and lightly closing the door as Anastasiya stood.

"But why, Stefan, why did it have to be him? It feels like this guilty monster is eating me up inside every time I see him, and the more I do the angrier I get... but somehow I keep trying to justify his stupid, immediate actions that have no thought to consequence. Why do I feel so conflicted, Stefan?" her teary eyes met his sullen green ones. He didn't want to feel like her was using her, or lying to her by not acknowledging the fact that Elena was alive, but the clock was ticking on Damon.

"I'm sorry, Anastasiya, I've never-"

"So, we're going to pretend Katherine doesn't exist?" she interrupted, her face going blank again. "And the fact that your father despised-"

"Okay," Stefan shook his head, "I'd love to give you advice, really," he held her shoulders sweetly and looked into her eyes, "I really wish we had more time."

"More time?"

"Damon," Stefans hands dropped and he sighed, "Tyler bit him that night, he's-"

"Dying." Stefan blinked, he had almost forgotten she had lived two lives with vampires.

"Right... and its been-"

"days," she sighed, "and he has hours left."

"Yes," Stefan scoffed, "now, can you stop that? Look, Bonnie talked to her ancestors... they said Klaus' name when we asked for a cure."

"Oh..." Anastasiya had a face of realization, one that Stefan was hoping was related to the cure. "That's why you came here? You don't give a shit about me, Stefan." She pushed him back out of her personal bubble, ready to open the door. "All you care about is you and your poor older brother. Fuck all, Stefan, I hope he dies tonight."

Stefan stepped in front of the door with pleading eyes. "Anastasiya, I'll never ask you for anything again, please-"

"Oh," she scoffed, "now you're lying straight to my face. I know everything about them. You need me, Stefan, I don't need you." And with that, the door was open and shut with Stefan on the other side of it. Once Anastasiya could no longer hear his footsteps down the driveway, she slipped on a decent outfit and made her way down the stairs.

"Where are you going? I thought you were to sick to get out of bed," Odette voiced from the kitchen as she watched her daughter reach the bottom of the stairs.

"I lied, bye," Anastasiya voiced as she waved and left without another word.

"Hey!" her mother rounded the island and swung the door open, "Anastasiya-" but her daughter wasn't in the drive way.

-

"What if that had happened to a regular vampire?" Anastasiya quizzed, watching as Kol fixed himself up in the mirror, tidying his new clothing.

"They'd stay dead," Kol explained, turning to face her and give a reassuring look to her sorrowful one. "Stasiya," he stepped forward when he realized she was too lost in terrible thoughts. Sitting down next to her, he held her chin up, "It's alright."

"But there isn't anything to cure them?"

"Well," he sighed, placing his hands in his lap, "there is, but no one ever gets it."

"How come, is it rare?" her curious, seafoam green eyes met his tapioca colored ones.

He chuckled, smiling softly at her and responding, "You could say that. It's of abundance, but hard to get."

-

The tall wooden door creaked open and Asastasiya's small figure stepped in, peaking around and listening for a single sound in the house. Slow breathing was heard down in the cellar, she followed it down to the cell door. Peaking in, her eyes met Damon's glossy ones.

"Ana..." Damon breathed out, coming in close proximity with the bars between him and her.

"Damon... you'll be okay, I'll get you that cure-"

"There is no cure!" he shouted, swinging his fist into the door. For some reason, she didn't flinch. Damon found it rather peculiar.

Anastasiya smiled, "Just you wait, Damon, and... farewell."The smile turned sorrowful and when he blinked, she was gone and he wondered if she had been an illusion, too. One that would bring his hopes up in the last moments before he died.

-

"Klaus!" the door to Alaric's apartment swung open so hard, it made a dent in the wall behind it. In one hand she held a knife, in the other an empty water bottle.

"Stefan, I can get, but care about Damon, too?" Katherine voiced from the corner, the first thing she had said since Stefan, who was knelt on the floor, had arrived.

"Anastasiya, don't-"

"No, no, Stefan," Klaus smirked, motioning her toward him, "I need to see where this is going."

"Either I fight you for it and you let me win," Anastasiya spoke out, stepping foreword and sticking her leg out, shaking it around, the anklet jingling and twinkling, "or I die for it."

"Anastasiya, stop-"

"Shut up!" Klaus' voice boomed like a roar, "Stefan, I've had enough of you speaking. and you," he looked back toward his past lover, "you wouldn't hurt me."

"Who knows," she sarcastically smiled at him, stepping further into the room, "you don't know me as a vampire, Klaus." He held back a cringe at the way she spit his name like snake venom sucked from a wound. "In fact, I have multiple ways to hurt you, Nik."

"Katherine," Anastasiya stepped toward the Petrova, "Isn't it funny how we look nothing alike," she shook her head, smiling slightly, "but we're so similar, aren't we?" she tilted her head and glanced back at Klaus, who had a clinched fist.

"What are you...?" Katherine drew out in her slow, entrancing voice, slightly tilting her head like she always had.

"Stefan," Anastasiya smiled bigger and she turned and neared the Salvatore, picking him off the ground and looking deviously over to Klaus as she held Stefan's shirt colar and went to kiss him, but before she could, he was halfway across the room with Klaus stood in front of her. "You fall for anything, don't you?" Feeling a sharp pain, Klaus looked down to the knife in his abdomen, the hand attached to it petite and pale.

"Not so fast." His hands went up and, as bones cracked, Anastasiya fell to the floor, dead.

"Now that wasn't very nice," Katherine tsked in the corner, a taunting pout on her face. His glare was enough to shut her up.

"You know," Stefan spoke as he walked back into the middle of the room, "she just has another reason to hate you and if you let Damon die, it'll only be worse."

Klaus knew what he didn't care to hear from a prick like Stefan, and facts about his back-from-the-dead girlfriend was definitely on the list.

"I've known her longer than you, one little vampire won't stray her away."

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a/n
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