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WITH EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED the past few days, Ophelia was not in the brightest mood for a dance, but she promised Caroline that she would go. The young Mikaelson was currently in the bathroom, trying to pull herself together as her nerves were overwhelming her body immensely.

Ophelia was wearing a flapper dress, worn by her aunt from the 1920s, every stitch including pearls that shined its iridescent color brightly in the light. Unfortunately, she did not come with a date tonight, but it didn't matter since she had her friends by her side.

Finally having the courage to get out of the school bathroom, Ophelia took in one last deep breath before exhaling. Walking out of the bathroom, she turned to her right to run straight into her uncle's chest.

Klaus was wearing a white suit, his hair slicked back to match with the era of the 20s. He had his signature smile plastered on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw the distraught look on his niece.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Uncle Klaus, it's nothing to worry about." Before Ophelia could walk past her uncle, Klaus gently grabbed her forearm, preventing her from leaving his sight. This look always worried him, knowing it was the exact same look Elijah had when he was stressed or upset.

"Ophelia...don't lie to me." Klaus' tone of voice wasn't threatful at all, but he was serious, considering the worry that was filling his body.

Sighing in defeat, Ophelia told her uncle everything from the start of Damon and every little emotion she was bottling up inside of her body. As Ophelia was ranting to her uncle, she glanced up at him, seeing the murder he clearly wanted to commit in his eyes.

Before Ophelia could continue rambling, Klaus stopped her abruptly by putting his hands gently on her cheeks, making her stare up into his eyes.

"Darling...would you like me to tear out his heart and put it in a glass case for you?" Ophelia couldn't help but let out a stifled laugh, but at the same time, she knew her uncle was quite serious.

"You sound exactly like Uncle Kol." Klaus simply smiled before gently kissing the top of her forehead.

"Let's go back to the dance shall we?"

"You go ahead, I'll be there in a bit, just want to take another lap around the halls before I face everyone." Klaus gave her a look, not wanting her to be alone, but she nodded her head in reassurance. Klaus walked the opposite way from his niece, Ophelia turning around the corner to run into the one and only, Damon Salvatore, alongside Elena and Stefan.

As much as the girl wanted to ignore Damon, she saw the panicked looks on their faces. Intrigued she  walked towards the trio.

"What's going on?" Everyone turned their heads to Ophelia, and when Damon's gaze landed on her, his eyes softened.

"It's Alaric, something is wrong with him." Ophelia eyed Damon, wanting him to elaborate. "Alaric has gone all psycho and is now killing vampires, along with vampire sympathizers."

"Okay, so what do you suggest we do?"

"Put him out of his misery." Ophelia stared at Damon incredulously, wondering if he really meant it. Before she could object, Jeremy walked towards the group.

"No way in hell."

"Oh, come on, it's what he would want. It's a mercy killing."

"No, there has to be another way. Damon, you can't always assume killing is the answer to all of your problems." Damon gave Ophelia a childish glare then turned his head back to Elena and Stefan. Elena was walking after Jeremy who left after hearing Damon's plan.

The awkward silence between the trio was excruciatingly painful and Ophelia couldn't handle it anymore. She softly smiled at Stefan before leaving and brushed against Damon's shoulder, walking past him, but before she could get far, Damon grabbed Ophelia's arm, swiftly, but not harshly, making her look up at him.

"Lia, can we please talk?" She could hear the genuineness in his voice, but being stubborn and still upset, Ophelia snatched her arm out of his grip and continued to walk away from the Salvatore brothers.

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Alone time was desperately needed for the youngest Mikaelson, especially after the whole fiasco earlier. Ophelia was in the woods, not far from the school, kicking the stray branches that fell on the ground.

She huffed out a long sigh, something she didn't know she needed to release, but it did help her. Ophelia wished he father was still here with her, she really needed some fatherly support right about now.

The sounds of a branch breaking behind her made Ophelia whip her head up in caution. She slowly turned around to see Lonnie, one of her old friends that she hasn't talked to in a while, though they go to the same school.

"Hey, Ophelia, what are you doing out here all alone?" His speech was slurred, indicating clearly to the girl that he was drunk.

"Just getting some air, you should get home safely before a monster eats you or something," Ophelia said, half-joking, considering who her friends and family are.

"But I'd rather hang here with you." That's when Ophelia chuckled nervously and started to back away from the boy, but he continued to walk closer to her, making the girl back up into a tree.

"Lonnie, stop. You're drunk." He didn't listen and started to trail his hands inappropriately on Ophelia. When the girl felt his cold touch, she instantly tried to push her off of him, but he was too strong. She tried to knee him in his private area, but he kept blocking himself.

"You have no idea how long I wanted you, Ophelia." Before Lonnie could do anything else, Ophelia was able to free one of her hands, making her swiftly punch the boy straight in the jaw. He stumbled back, a sadistic laugh escaping his mouth, and when he was about to do something else, Ophelia kicked his chest, making him stumble.

Unfortunately, due to his drunkenness, Lonnie was barely able to comprehend that there was a ditch behind him. He fell backward and before Ophelia knew it, Lonnie hit his head on a rock, blood starting to trickle out of his barely lifeless body.

Time seemed frozen for Ophelia and her eyes widened in fear. She went to check to see if Lonnie had a pulse and when he didn't, Ophelia started to panic even more.

"Oh my god, I killed someone," Ophelia whispered to herself. Tears started to subconsciously fall down her cheeks, not knowing what to do. She started to run back into the school for Klaus, Stefan, or even Damon, she needed someone. Not even getting close to the school, Ophelia fell to her knees, excruciating pain overwhelming her body.

The mixture of sweat and tears was damp on her face and when she finally gained strength, her eyes opened widely, her brown orbs replaced with the color of golden yellow shining in the dark night.

well yeah...i'm alive hiiii!!!
so that just happened. i hope you all enjoyed this chapter and i'm so so sorry for being inactive for this book, but i promise i'll try to post more chapters soon!! 💗