𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 -- 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦
𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨,
𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚

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𝙈𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙖
1864

— WHEN SKYLER CAME BACK,
she was not in 2012. She was in 1864, back in those woods where people are carrying torches and hunting vampires, her father had led the group that was hunting down vampires.

Her brothers were hiding behind a bush, Skyler was tucked behind them, eyes wide as she shivered in her nightdress that fell to the ground and had dirt and tears in it now. She had not expected to go out of the house that night -- what she had expected even less was that it would be her last day alive.

Skyler looked to her big brothers for comfort and answers as she quietly cried, "What are we going to do?"

"Circle around that way." Stefan told Damon and Skyler, "I'll distract them."

"I won't leave you." Skyler refused, Stefan looked at her sternly though she could see the fear behind his eyes.

"Go." He demanded, and she listened, grabbing onto Damon's hand as they circled around.

"Over here!" Stefan had shouted to the group of men in a state of panic, "There's another one! Quick! Help me!"

"Arm yourselves."

The men followed Stefan who left one guard over the carriage that held the vampires, Damon dropped Skyler's hand as they hid behind the carriage. "Stay here." He told her before he went around to the guard and knocked him out just as Stefan returned.

Damon grabbed the keys from the man's pocket and fumbled to unlock the carriage while Skyler shook in the cold. Stefan glanced at her and took off his jacket, putting it over his shoulders as she quickly pulled it tighter around herself, holding onto it for dear life as she smiled appreciatively up at his twin however he had already moved on to watching Damon.

"We don't have long." Stefan warned as Damon got the carriage open.

"Katherine. Katherine." Damon called worriedly as they opened the carriage doors.

Damon and Stefan lifted Katherine out of the carriage as the woman stirred weakly, as they got her out, Skyler let out a gasp, her eyes landing on the muzzle that was over her face. Her brothers make quick work of untying her and getting that muzzle off while Skyler stood there in the back, feeling useless as she held onto her brother's jacket tightly -- it was the only thing protecting her from the cold and even with it she could still feel the cold affects Fall had on the woods.

"We're going to get you out of here." Stefan promised softly, they could hear the men approaching now, both the twin's heads snapping up, "Damon, hurry. Hurry."

The two were struggling to untie Katherine's wrists when Damon was shot dead. Skyler let out a shout and rushed over to her eldest brother, Stefan doing the same.

"No! No." Stefan called as he ran to him, "Damon." He called as the man choked on air.

"No!" Skyler cried as she saw the red gathering on her brother's spotless white shirt.

They could hear the moment the man took his last breath, Skyler's sobs filling the air when suddenly, men came running forward out of the woods with torches. They were the men who killed her brother, Skyler realized.

"Skyler," Stefan called shakily, looking at his sister with wide eyes, "Skyler. Run." He told her, having only one thought and that was protecting her. Her and Katherine.

Skyler gathered the bottom of her dirtied nightdress in her hands as she struggled off the dirt floor, she fled as her brother ran to grab a gun. The moment Stefan picked up the gun, he was shot down. Skyler hadn't gone far and let out a terrified scream, stopping in her tracks and running back to her twin.

She knew at that moment that she was going to die, that they would get her, probably shoot her down too. She just didn't care because her brothers were dead, and there was nothing else that mattered at that moment as she fell to the floor beside her twin brother who gasped for breath, panicked eyes looking into her fear-filled ones as his shirt pooled with blood just as Damon's had.

"Skyler." Stefan managed to get out before he exhaled one. Last. Time.

Tears cascaded down Skyler's face as the men got closer. Her head snapped up as they shouted, happy because they had killed a few vampires. A few monsters. Except, they hadn't killed monsters; they had killed her brothers.

Skyler didn't know the moment she stood, however when she did come back to it, she was already holding the gun and aiming at them, the men who killed her brothers.

She looked them in the eye and--

"Father?"

BANG

Skyler gasped as something hit her skin, going right through her. In the moment, she had only felt the shock waves, adrenaline pumping through her had stopped any pain she might have felt. Any psychical pain that was, leaving her with only four startling realizations as she laid on the dirt floor struggling to breathe -- to stay alive.

One.

Her brothers were dead, her own twin laying beside her, eyes open wide still.

Two.

She was shot in the chest.

She gasped, her hands reaching up subconsciously, going past Stefan's jacket which smelled so much like him that it felt as though he was holding her at that moment, to feel the liquid pooling on her nightdress, a hole forever stuck in the nightdress.

Three.

She was going to die.

She couldn't hear much through her heart pumping in her own ears as she struggled more and more to breathe, but she could hear them shouting as they got closer and closer.

Four.

Her father's face was the last she had seen. Her father was the one holding the gun that killed her.

She wondered in her last moment if he had killed her brothers, his sons, too. She never got an answer as she took her last breath, as her hands fell limp on her chest, as people with torches surrounded her and cheered her death because she was a vampire, a monster.

Except she wasn't a vampire, nor a monster, and neither were her brothers.

Not until they made them into monsters.

Not until they killed them.

𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙊𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨
𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙮

SKYLER gasped for breath, feeling as though she had once more been shot in the chest just like that day as her eyes flew open to find wood staring back at her.

Where was she?

Her hands came up, beating against the wood however when she did, dirt fell down on top of her causing her to cough and come to a realization, a few actually.

One.

Her husband had died.

The pain in her chest returned as she remembered the moment she felt it, the moment she knew.

Two.

She had felt his pain when he died.

Dirt surrounded her, she was buried in her favorite dress, her wedding ring and Salvatore ring both on her fingers. On her neck was her mother's old locket, it used to have a picture of her and her siblings as children -- she had changed it to a picture of her and Kol on their wedding day a few decades ago.

Three.

She had died.

Her heart pounded in her ears as her body rushed with adrenaline and panic, her eyes were as wide as the day she died over a hundred years ago as she stared up and succumbed to her situation.

Four.

She was buried, six feet under ground.
She was trapped.

She was trapped in a coffin because she had died alongside her husband and her family had to bury her.

How was she going to get out?

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IT was dark and cold in the New Orleans cemetery that night. The cemetery was empty, or so you'd think.

In the back corner was a grave of the one and only Skyler Gem Mikaelson, with the words "beloved friend, sister, and wife. Always and Forever." Beneath her name. The grave and headstone, despite being almost two years old, were well taken care of. A new bouquet of flowers from her best friend sat on the ground below her name, even the grass around it was well taken care of.

Crickets chirped in the background as the stars gleamed in the sky above the seemingly peaceful cemetery when suddenly, the dirt was pushed aside, a panicked hand reaching out as strong as it could as they dug themselves out of their own grave.

Finally, a few minutes later, Skyler Mikaelson was struggling to her feet covered in dirt just like she had been over a hundred years ago when her father killed her.

Skyler's eyes wandered the cemetery, searching, hoping she was not alone. But she was. There was not another soul in the cemetery that night.

She was alone. And she was hungry.

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SKYLER lay in the middle of the road that night, waiting for her next meal to come to her.

And so they did.

Almost fifteen minutes after she laid down on the concrete road, a car slammed on its breaks, its car horn blaring and its lights blinding before the person got out of their car, slammed their door, and rushed over to her.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" The young man asked as he kneeled beside her, her eyes stared up into his blankly as he checked her over as best he could with his eyes, "why were you lying in the road?"

"I was hungry." She said, her voice hoarse from lack of use. The man looked confused, though his confusion quickly turned to fear as her fangs came out. He scrambled off the floor and began to run, he didn't get far before he was pushed against the back of his car, being drained of blood.

Skyler licked her lips and let his body fall to the floor before she looked up, a new spark of determination found its way into her face.

"Now..." she pursed her lips and asked herself, "where's Kol?"

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