chapter twenty one

sidney prescott who?

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"WHAT EXACTLY ARE we looking for?" Jordanna questioned Meredith as they watched Alaric prepare for his MRI scan.

"I don't know. A tumour, vascular anomalies, anything physical that might explain his behaviour," Meredith sighed. "If it's medical I can treat it."

Elena frowned, and much to Jordanna's dismay she spoke up, "and if it's not?"

"Well, then we'll deal with that too," Meredith promised, a hopeful glint in her eyes as she turned to face the doppelganger.

"How did you know, that Ric was the killer?" Jordanna inquired, squinting slightly as she looked over at the doctor.

"It was after he told me about his ring," Meredith answered, not taking her eyes off the computer screen. "I remembered a story my grandmother had told me about Samantha Gilbert and her secret journal. I don't know if you know this, but we Fells are notorious busy-bodies," Meredith grinned at the Jones, who smile softly in response.

"But then why did you protect him?" Elena asked with furrowed brows.

Jordanna scoffed, glaring back at the brunette, "because she cares about him Elena. It's not Alaric's fault this is happening to him."

"I never said it was his fault," Elena snapped back, narrowing her eyes at the witch—ignoring the petty comment.

Just as Jordanna opened her mouth to speak, Meredith beat her to it. "Everything alright in there?" She asked, worry laced in her tone. The two other girls looked away from each other to look over at Alaric who began to panic, his breathing becoming harsher.

"Yeah. Yeah. Everything's okay," Alaric answered after a minute. Almost hesitant. Jordanna furrowed her brows, was he okay?

"Why are you here Jordanna?" Elena raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms over her chest. Elena did not like Jordanna, she found it almost irritating how the witch had acted towards her after the Mikaelson Ball, the doppelganger believed what she was doing was right, Klaus has to suffer — hence Jordanna's part in the story. She still tried to grasp the fact that Jordanna had stabbed her, like actually stabbed her. She thought the witch was a loose cannon, Jordanna was and has always been a problem, Elena just pushed it aside as they were friends. Because that's what she does, she makes sacrifices for the people she loves. In her eyes, she was the hero of this story.

The Mikaelson's and Jordanna, they were the villains in this story. In her story.

Like when the Salvatore's first arrived in town and Jordanna had, shamelessly, killed Logan Fell for Caroline, after he kidnapped the blonde. There was something oddly satisfying about ramming a stake in his heart and watching all the light leave his eyes. Being a good friend, Elena kept her mouth shut when Jenna was angry about how he left her again. Elena didn't say shit. Though she was furious, when she confronted Jordanna about the murder the witch smirked and told her 'it was for the greater good'—but now, now she was no longer inclined in sacrificing anything for Jordanna, not after how she behaved.

The witch rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest, "because Alaric asked me to come?"

Elena scoffed and looked away from the witch.

"Strana," weirdo, Jordanna sang under her breath, turning away from the brunette—trying to ignore the strong urge to throttle her right there and then.

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"Meredith said everything's normal," Jordanna told Alaric as she entered his hospital room.

Alaric sluggishly lifted his head to look at the witch, "yeah well everything is normal because there is nothing wrong with me. I didn't kill Brian Walters, I didn't kill Bill Forbes and I sure as hell didn't shove a hunting knife into my stomach."

"I don't know." The Jones contemplated. "You look like the type," she joked, sending him a small, sheepish, smile when he gave her a pointed, scolding 'dad' look. "You'll be okay, Ricky," she offered. "I'm sure of it."

Liar.

Alaric sighed looking down at his ring, a distant look in his eyes. He scoffed and looked towards Elena as she followed behind Jordanna into the room, "will I? What if I did kill them and I've gone insane, just like Elena's ancestor who wore that ring."

"You mind?" Jordanna tipped her chin, gesturing toward the ring.

"Go ahead," Alaric nodded.

Jordanna sauntered across the room and picked up the ring. The witch let her eyes flutter shut and tightly held onto the piece of jewellery. She felt an aura around it but it wasn't a bad one. She frowned, then what the fuck was happening to Alaric?

"As far as I can tell there's nothing wrong with it," she tilted her head in thought. "Maybe it's not the ring itself."

"What do you mean?" Alaric questioned, furrowing his brows.

"Well-"

"No," Elena rapidly shook her head, cutting the Jones off. "Nothings wrong with Alaric, okay? Look, I'm gonna call Bonnie, the rings were made by a Bennett witch so maybe a witch can reverse the damage."

"I'll do it," Jordanna offered, Bonnie didn't need another thing to stress about. Elena couldn't just pile a bunch of things on Bonnies plate expecting her to be at her beck and call. Bonnie had told Jordanna how Elena had threatened her — if she told Jordanna about herself and the Mikaelson's she'd get Damon to kill Jamie, this boy Bonnie liked. Said it'd be better for him, he shouldn't have to get involved in all our supernatural drama. Rather odd to Jordanna as Jamie saw Abby — Bonnie's mom, as a mother.

But who was she to judge? She's been hanging around a homicidal, one thousand year old hybrid for heavens sake.

Though she was mildly offended Bonnie picked a little, human boy over her, but she didn't care enough to dwell on it.

Alaric nodded his head in agreement, "Bonnie's going through stuff with her mom, Elena. And Jordanna's already here, so . . . "

"No," Elena denied, scowling. "She will probably try and kill you just to get back at me. I'm calling Bonnie."

Seriously?

Jordanna rolled her eyes, pulling at the ends of her hair in frustration, "god, I hate you. Like, every single bone in my fucking body despises you."

"Don't start," Alaric sighed, looking between the two girls who were glaring at each other. "Take it," he pushed the ring towards the doppelganger. "I don't want it anymore."

"Good choice, Ricky," Jordanna grinned in amusement. "It was an ugly little thing wasn't it?"

As Elena grumpily took the ring, she shot the witch a dangerous look, not even a second later Damon entered the hospital room, a cheeky smirk on his lips as he clasped his hands together.

"You ready to ditch this house of horrors?" Damon's face scrunched as Alaric looked towards him. "You look terrible."

"Yeah, let me.." Alaric tiredly looked around. "Let me check outta here."

The hunter walked out the room leaving the three in a very uncomfortable silence, Elena scowled at Damon before following after Alaric—the vampire let out a disappointed sigh, watching her retreating silhouette.

Jordanna snorted at the saddened expression on the vampire's face, finding his misery extremely amusing. Damon's head snapped her way, dumbfounded as he only just noticed her presence.

"The hell you doing here?"

"Please bore someone else with your questions," Jordanna rolled her eyes. Why must everyone question her actions? She was here for Alaric, wasn't that obvious?

Damon scoffed, "what? Klaus busy so you're bothering the sick and feeble?"

"As a matter of fact he is busy, yes," the witch sent him a sarcastic smile.

Damon chuckled coldly, "I don't understand why you like him, he's the bad guy, Jordanna. He's the villain."

"You've said, many times," Jordanna answered boredly, twirling her hair around her fingers.

"I mean.. what's there to like?" Damon continued, waving his arms around dramatically. "He's a homicidal manic, who's ruined all our lives, he's killed-"

"What's there to like about Elena? She has the personality of a wet sock," Jordanna retorted snappily, cutting him off before he bored her to death. "I mean come on Damon, that leech is playing you both. You're just a pawn in her game until Stefan wants her back and when he does take her back, where does that leave you, huh?"

If Stefan got back with Elena she would stab herself in the eye, repeatedly. She mainly only said that to get a rise out of Damon, but now she felt nauseous thinking about them two together again.

Ew.

"Don't talk about her like that," Damon growled, shaking his head in anger. Pushing away the pain his heart felt as she mentioned Stefan and Elena, together. "You don't know her, not like I do."

"Not like I've known her since I was a kid or anything," Jordanna retorted sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him before a smirk tugged at her lips upon seeing the slightly aggravated expression the vampire's face held. She loved angering him. "I'm not blind, Damon, she's stringing you along, both of you. Don't get me wrong, we're definitely not friends. I still hate you.. like a lot. But me and Stefan are good again, meaning I care if he gets hurt. So I'm going to say this once and only once, okay?"

Damon nodded slightly, gulping as the witch intimidatingly neared him.

"If Stefan gets hurt because of either one of you bastards, I will bring hell upon you." She promised, voice low. "You understand me? Any time you begin to feel even an inkling of happiness I will be there to ruin it. I will be the one to bring you misery, rain on your sunny day. You know why? Just because I fucking can."

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Jordanna followed Damon out of the hospital after spotting the doppelganger glaring at him. She felt a lovers spat coming, she couldn't possibly miss it. It was, like, the only source of entertainment these days.

"Don't worry about him," Damon called out to the furious brunette teasingly. "Take him out for chicken soup, get him a martini, make sure he doesn't kill anybody."

"What is wrong with you?" Elena screeched, spinning on her heels sharply—scowling at the vampire.

"Many things," Jordanna muttered under her breath, Damon turned to her with a glare which she shrugged off. The whiney tone of the girl's voice gave her a searing headache. She just wanted to rip out Elena's vocal cords and ram them down Damon's throat.

Though, he'd probably like that.

"How could you just go out feeding with Stefan like some vampire pub crawl?"

"Oh right, I thought we were talking about Alaric, but of course we're talking about Stefan," Damon remarked bitterly, Jordanna's words replaying in his head.

The witch smirked at the obvious jealously the vampire held, she had gotten into his head. Good, that's exactly what she wanted.

Elena stormed over to Damon, arms crossed over her chest, "you stood there and let him feed on an innocent girl."

"It's in their nature Elena," Jordanna spoke up, rolling her eyes. "They're vampires, it's what they do."

Damon stepped forward, inevitably closing the gap between them, "I didn't let him do anything, if you want to get nit-picky about it. I made him."

"Why would you do that?" Elena asked, shaking in anger.

"Because we're vampires Elena," Damon stared down at her. "We need human blood to survive. We're predators, not puppies."

"Well, Stefan found a way around it before," the doppelganger reminded him confidently.

Damon sighed, his annoyance growing, "Stefan has built himself a delusion wagon which he has repeatedly fallen off of, what he needs to learn is control."

"He was able to manage when he was drinking my blood, small amounts everyday," Elena pointed out with a smirk.

"Ah yes, back when you two were in love and it was all rainbows and unicorns," Damon rolled his eyes, tone sarcastic.

"Look how well that turned out," Jordanna murmured, picking at her nails.

Elena turned to the witch with a sharp glare, "can you be quiet! This has nothing to do with you."

"I could," Jordanna pondered, hand on chin. "But I don't want to."

Elena pursed her lips before turning back to Damon, "I'm just saying, maybe you're not the right person to be teaching Stefan about self control.

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"Tell me again, why are we here?" Alaric groaned, looking towards Damon in question.

"Agreed," Jordanna grumbled, the history teacher had taken it upon himself to drag the teenager around with him all day. Claiming he'd throw himself off Wickery bridge if he had to be in Damon's company alone.

"Ric, the world can't stop because you're an accidental psycho killer," Damon snarked as the four moved around the crowd.

"Do you have any tact whatsoever?" Meredith scowled from besides Jordanna, Damon merely smiled in response.

Carol approached the group with a smile, "Alaric, I'm glad you're here. Did you bring the sign?" The older woman blinked as she noted the confused expression on Alaric's face. "The restored Wickery Bridge sign. The history department promised me you'd have it today."

Alaric ran his hand through his hair, stress practically dripping from him, "I- I don't have the sign actually it slipped.. it slipped my mind. I've been.."

"Busy helping me," Jordanna lied, easily forming a sad expression on her face. "With my mom's death anniversary coming up, its been hard lately.."

Carol sent the witch a small smile, "I'm sorry to hear that, dear." Her head turned back to Alaric who sent her a forced smile, "well, it's not an emergency. We'll just, um, unveil it when the bridge is complete."

"Get me out of here," Alaric whispered to Meredith as Carol walked off.

"My pleasure," Meredith nodded.

"Witchy and I are gonna stick around for a bit," Damon announced, going to grab her elbow.

Jordanna snapped her head up in his direction, "am I fuck staying here with you-" Stopping herself as a redhead staring at Damon with lustful eyes caught her attention, "what the holy hell is that?"

Damon smirked down at the witch, "blast from the past."

"Ew. Well you deal with that," Jordanna patted his shoulder with a grimace. "I'm gonna catch up with Ricky."

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"I heard she tried killing you," Meredith and Jordanna glanced over at the doppelganger. Surprisingly enough, Alaric and Meredith waited in the parking lot for the witch and brought her back to the Gilbert residence, sadly, Elena was there.

"Hm," Jordanna nodded with an eye roll, taking a sip of the vodka martini she held in her hand. "The bitch failed, obviously. Can't get anything right, I guess."

Meredith chuckled softly at the girl as Elena and Alaric joined the two. A small smile graced her face as she looked down at her phone.

Nik: 'I'm bored.'

'so do something productive then, don't you have lives to ruin, people to kill?'

Nik: 'sadly no, though I do think you should leave whatever it is that you are doing and join me, there are much more fun activities we could be up to, sweetheart.'

'flattering, honestly, but I'm gonna go with no.'

The witch put her phone down with a huff as Alaric pushed a note-pad towards Elena. "Listen, I want you to have this. This is a list of my bank accounts, passwords, where to find my will, and how to contact my family, just in case this doesn't go my way."

Elena frowned, shaking her head, "no, no, no. Don't even think like that."

"Elena, I need to know that you and Jeremy are gonna be okay," Alaric told her, with a small smile before he turned to glance at Jordanna. "You too, kid. I don't need you getting into anymore trouble when I'm gone."

"Don't be dramatic, Ricky," Jordanna smiled slightly, squeezing his shoulder. "Hopefully you'll be fine."

"Hopefully," Alaric repeated at a mutter.

Elena walked out the room, leaving the three as her phone rang.

Jordanna turned to look at the hunter, a small smile pulling at her lips, "we'll find a way to fix this."

"And if we can't?" Alaric asked nonchalantly.

"Then you die?" Jordanna cringed at the look Alaric gave her. "I don't know, okay! Besides, it's Mystic Falls people don't just die — you'll be back, I'm sure of it."

It wasn't long before Elena walked back into the room, frown present on her face.

If it was any other circumstance, Jordanna would laugh at how much Elena's misery brought her joy.

"Good news? Bad news?" Alaric questioned, impatiently tapping his fingers along the table.

"Bonnie thinks that she can help you with a spell," Elena told him with a sigh.

"Well, it's worth a try," Alaric offered, a forced smile on his lips.

"But she needs something that you wore before you put on the ring," Elena told him. "Something personal."

"Well, there's uh—there's my wedding ring. It's at the loft."

Elena nodded, hesitantly, "okay, yeah, uh that's a.. that's a good idea."

As Alaric began to move from his seat Jordanna lifted her hand, pushing him back down with her magic. "I think it's better you stay here with us," Meredith smiled coyly.

Alaric sighed in defeat as he caught note of the large grin plastered on the witch's face, "it's in the dresser by the kitchen, it's in an aspirin bottle, probably covered in cobwebs."

"Okay," Elena nodded before leaving.

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"Looking for something?" Alaric announced, startling Jordanna and Meredith as they stood in the kitchen making coffee.

"I don't know where anything is in this house," Meredith chuckled slightly as she looked up to the man. "I'm sorry, I can't remember, do you take cream?"

"No cream," Alaric shook his head slightly. Jordanna narrowed her eyes at the history teacher as he slowly neared the two.

"I was gonna make sandwiches. I'm starving," Meredith groaned looking at Jordanna who tiredly nodded her head in agreement.

"I could eat," the witch shrugged, a yawn escaping her lips as she leant forward on the kitchen island, resting her chin in her hand.

"Can I ask you a question?" Alaric asked nonchalantly, head tilted as he rounded the table.

"No mustard. I hate mustard," Meredith laughed as she continued making her coffee.

"Do you ever feel remorse?"

Meredith furrowed her brows, she turned to face the man, eyes locking with Jordanna's—who was staring at her with cautious eyes. "Sorry?"

"Well," Alaric began. Slowly picking up a knife from the counter top, he rounded the island—getting closer to the two women, tone becoming cold. "You're a council member and the council was formed to protect the people of this town from vampires and yet, here you all are, just looking the other way, ignoring your responsibilities. Like you and your vampire blood. So, I'm asking you, do you ever feel remorse?" Tilting his head, he pointed the knife at the woman, voice dropping to a dark murmur. "Because you should."

All of a sudden, Alaric rushed at the woman with the knife, roughly cutting her side. "Dammit Meredith, run!" Jordanna screamed at the doctor, waving her hand in the air causing Meredith's coffee to spill on his arm, earning a pained scream from the history teacher as the hot drink blistered his skin.

The witch ran after Meredith, letting out a scream as Alaric roughly grabbed her by the foot, "get off me you fucking weirdo!"

Jordanna lifted her foot and kicked him in the face as he pulled out a knife, cutting the witch on the upper thigh, before another kick in the face flew in his direction—sending him flying down the stairs with a loud thump. She laughed manically as she followed behind Meredith, roughly pushing the brunette into the bathroom. Don't get me wrong, her heart was racing and all, but she could never get over the rush of a chase—it was exhilarating. The witch waved her hand closing two of the doors as Meredith ran to third, screaming as Alaric harshly fought against her, hastily the doctor grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed Alaric in the hand before locking the door.

Jordanna cringed at his screams.

"You good?" The witch quietly asked the older woman who just looked down at her wound, blood staining her shirt as it pooled out of her abdomen. "Well, shit."

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"Come on Meredith," Jordanna whispered, hands fumbling around as she tried to stop the bleeding, ignoring the pain shooting up and down her leg. "If you die on me I will kill you, you hear me? And then my mom will come back from the dead and kill me for letting her best friend die."

The witch continued to mumble to herself, unaware of the vampire and doppelganger on the other side of the door. Jordanna flinched slightly as the bathroom door burst open, the Jones sighed in relief at the sight of Stefan.

"Thank fuck you're here," she whispered, out of breath. Slumping on the bloodied ground besides Meredith she tiredly closed her eyes. "She needs blood."

Elena looked up at Stefan pleadingly as his face turned, before smiling slightly as he regained himself. The vampire bit into his wrist and fed it to Meredith.

"You're gonna be okay," Elena whimpered to the Fell woman.

Jordanna rolled her eyes from where she sat, raising her eyebrows as Stefan stood in front of her—holding his wrist out. "Your leg," he spoke quietly, she looked awful. All sweaty and disgusting, her skin paled and her eyes had sunken.

It was awful, and she was sweating! She didn't fucking sweat!

"Oh yeah," she hummed quietly, she had almost forgotten about that. "Thanks Steffy."

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Jordanna dropped her heels onto the floor as she closed the door, carelessly letting them fall to the ground. She sighed as she made her way up the stairs and to her bedroom. Pulling her bedroom door open, she let out a shriek, "what the fuck?!"

Klaus chuckled from his place on her bed, hands behind his head as he leant against the headboard. "I must say, sweetheart, that was some greeting."

"Are you kidding me?" Jordanna scoffed as she threw her jacket on her bed. "Are you kidding me right now?"

"I-"

"You can't just show up unannounced, Nikky! Nearly scared the shit out of me."

The hybrid said nothing but laughed at the dramatics, he pulled himself up from the headboard—his feet now resting on the floor and his body sat facing the witch.

"I'm serious," she mumbled, walking closer to him.

"I'm sure you are," Klaus amusedly answered back, pulling the witch to him by the waist, her own arms going around his neck as he laid his head on her chest.

The witch sighed in content and began to play with his hair, the hybrid shifted under her as he looked up to her. "What happened?"

"What do you mean 'what happened?'"

Klaus rolled his eyes at her response, "tonight, Jordanna. I can smell blood on you."

Jordanna smiled sheepishly at him, continuing to play with his hair. "Oh, that."

"Yes, that," he grumbled, pushing her away slightly so he could take a proper look at her. "Go on," he urged, the witch rolled her eyes at him. "Explain."

"Jesus christ," she mumbled. "There was a little mishap between me, Alaric and a knife. Nothing to worry about. Hero hair healed me, I'm fine."

"Yes, because I trust you in the hands of a Salvatore," he quipped sarcastically.

The witch gasped dramatically, "don't lie. I know deep, deep, down in that cold heart of yours you care for Steffy."

Klaus rolled his eyes.

"Not saying anything because you know I'm right," she sang mockingly, a fat grin on her glossed lips.

"Believe what you want sweetheart," Klaus shrugged it off with a smirk. The witch hummed, running her hands across his shoulders. Klaus raised his eyebrows, watching in anticipation. A smirk upturned on the witch's lips as she brought her face closer to Klaus'—becoming eye level with him.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

"My pleasure," he spoke back, his lips catching hers immediately — moaning at the contact.

The witch pushed him down by the shoulders, his back colliding with the soft sheets on her bed. Throwing her leg over him, she straddled him — Klaus' hands running up and down her thighs. Without warning Klaus flipped them over and started to kiss down her neck, tilting her head as his swollen lips kissed up her skin. The witch sighed in content as his teeth grazed the skin, her hands gripping his hair as his lips ran down her neck.

And that's how they spent the rest of the night, their naked bodies wrapped up in the sheets, showing how much they cared for one another.

Over and over again.

{AN} recasting alaric cause matt davis is not welcome here xo

picture who u want my lovelys

shitty chapter but cba xo

(edited 24/02/22)