❪ 𝓢𝑰𝑿 𝓕𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝓤𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ❫ ⚰️ ˖ ׁ ⁩ 𓂃
𝚃𝚅𝙳  ⸻  ✸ 🔮⭑.ᐟ
❝ 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟦 ❞

✦ ╮ 𝟔𝟗. ❝ 𝖤𝖭𝖣 𝖮𝖥 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖫𝖫 ❞ ── .✦

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐

"𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗡𝗢𝗧 only did you dipshits kill and Original...you killed Anastasia." Dylan scoffed as he leaned against the doorway of the dead hybrid's bedroom.

"What are you talking about?" Damon shrugged, "She'll spring back up in just a few short seconds."

"I'm afraid not." Elijah steps into the room, causing everyone to tense up at the fact that they had all just caused the death of his youngest brother. "Things are more . . . complicated than that."

Stefan looks up from his niece's body after having picked himself up from the ground and laid her to rest nicely on her bed. "What do you mean?"

"Let me tell you a little bit about the relationship between my brother and your niece, your daughter." Rebekah comes in next, "The one that you've killed."

"When Anastasia and Kol met each other in 1901, Kol thought she was human and tried to drain her of her blood, but she used her magic to fight him off. Instantly, the two were each other's worlds." Elijah says, "But first Kol wanted her help."

"Wa -- wanted her help with what?" Bonnie asked the original as she looked over to Jeremy with a frown, seeing him standing so close to Anastasia's bed as she was the only thing he would look at.

"He wanted her help in making a dagger that would be used to kill." Klaus' voice rings angrily from the phone that Rebekah held in her hand, "And they succeeded."

₊˚.༄𖥸

𑁍₊𓄹 -- 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦, 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝟭𝟵𝟬𝟭

"𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏." 𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘼 held her hand up, cutting the original in front of her off.

The two of them were sitting in a small diner in the outskirts of New Orleans just in case there were prying eyes and ears that would report back to his siblings, all of them having compelled people in the town to make sure he wasn't killing people while he was undaggered.

"You want me to help you kill your brother, who keeps daggering you and your siblings, and keeping you all kept away in coffins for decades at a time?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, darling. You catch on quite fast." Kol grinned.

"That's some morbid shit." She mumbled, playing with the straw in her iced tea, "Continue."

"I don't want to do it too early because I have just been undaggered not even a week ago. I'd rather not go back into a pine box so soon if my plan does not work properly." Kol tells her.

"So, why am I a part of this now?" She asked, "What if something happens to me?"

"I'll make sure nothing happens to you, darling. What kind of best friend would I be if that were to happen?"

Anastasia made a face, "Best friend?"

"Why of course, darling." Kol smirked, "We're going to be the best of friends. But, I should probably warn you, becoming friends with an original vampire means you will have lots of people after you just to catch even the slightest glimpse of the oldest family of vampires."

"What makes you think that you'll be able to protect me?" She asked.

Kol looks around before he grabs the steak knife resting on the table next to him.

Using a napkin to clean it off, Kol brings it to the palm of his hand and he drags it across his flesh, creating a pool of blood in his hand and does the same to her own, ignoring the noise of protest coming from her lips.

"There you go. Use your magic to bound our lives together." Kol tells her, "That way, I'll know when you're in trouble. It will also give you the power of that of an original."

₊˚.༄𖥸

"𝗦𝗢, 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 does that mean?" Elena asked as everyone had now moved into the living room where they could all sit down, now joined by Caroline and Tyler, "What did bounding their lives do?"

"Oh, that's the best part." Rebekah smirked.

₊˚.༄𖥸

𑁍₊𓄹 -- 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦, 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝟭𝟵𝟭𝟰

"𝙄 𝘼𝙈 going to kill you both!" Niklaus screamed as Kol quickly grabbed Anastasia's hand and pulled her out of the house.

"KOL!" Anastasia cried out as she's yanked away from him, being held tightly against Rebekah's body under the demands of her older brother.

"Niklaus, you tell Rebekah to let go of her!" Kol shouted, spinning around with fear in his eyes, pleading for his brother to make their little sister release the green eyed girl.

The Mikaelson boy wasn't afraid of many things, though he did fear his father, but his biggest fear was anything ever happening to Anastasia and right now, at that moment, that's exactly what was happening..

His biggest fear happening right before his eyes.

"She has nothing to do with this! It was all me!"

"Of course your little pet has something to do with this, brother!" Niklaus screamed, stabbing the stake he was holding into the stomach of Anastasia.

As soon as the stakes goes through her body, she lets out a scream as Kol gasps loudly, doubling over the pain.

"Oh, would you look at that? They were able to feel each other's pain." Niklaus smirks, yanking the stake from her stomach, only to stab it into her chest, close to her heart. "How come none of us were aware of such things?"

"Bloody hell, Niklaus! Let her go!" Kol screams, gripping at his chest as Elijah and Marcel come out of the house, having heard all of what was going on.

"What is going on?!" Elijah asks loudly, looking at the scene that was unfolding in front of him.

"Our brother and his little hybrid pet have had plans all along to kill me, permanently." Niklaus yells to his brother, "But the best part of it all? They are able to feel every ounce of pain that happens to either of them."

Anastasia cries loudly as he takes her arm in his hands, breaking the bone in half, Kol yelling out in pain as soon as it happens.

"Marcel, take a hold of Kol."

The dark skinned male did as told, grabbing Kol by the arms against his chest, much like Rebekah was doing to Anastasia.

"Nik, please! Don't!" Kol begged as Niklaus pushes his hand through Anastasia's chest, hand gripping her heart tightly as both she and Kol gasp in pain, "Don't hurt her!"

"You brought this upon yourself, little brother." Niklaus glared in Kol's direction.

"No, no, stop!" Kol screamed, thrashing in Marcel's hold, "Dagger me! You can dagger me, or torture me, for the rest of eternity! But don't you so much as lay a finger on her anymore! Let her go! Let her go! Elijah!"

"Brother, let her go." Elijah tells his brother, only to get ignored as Niklaus retracts his hand from the girls chest, her gasping in relief that someone was no longer squeezing her heart inside her chest.

"As you wish, brother." Niklaus whispers before sticking a dagger into Kol's chest.

Kol feels the veins crawling up on his cheeks and arms as he begins to temporarily die.

"No!" Anastasia cried out, pain erupting in her chest worse than anything she had ever felt as Rebekah dropped her to the ground, letting her crawl towards where Marcel had dropped Kol's body at his feet."

She picked his head up, laying it in her lap as she stroked his hair out of his face, "No, no, no. Kol.

"Now, what are we going to do with you?" Niklaus looks down at the girl, crying over his brother's deceased body.

"You will do absolutely nothing to her." Elijah spoke, glaring at his brother as he made his way over and crouched down in front of the Salvatore girl, "Sweetheart, look at me."

Sobs left the green eyed girl's mouth as she stared into the brown orbs that belonged to Elijah, "He -- he."

"We both know he's not really dead." Elijah tells her, "He will be just fine. But I need you to listen to me carefully."

Anastasia nodded as she kept running her fingers through Kol's hair.

"I want you to get as far away from New Orleans as you possibly can, okay? Run and do not look back. When Kol is undaggered, you will be the first person that I find."

"Do not give her false hope, Elijah." Niklaus glared at his brother.

"Go inside, Niklaus! You've done enough tonight!" Elijah tells him, watching as everyone walks back into the large house, the door slamming shut behind them, "I'll keep in contact with you just to make sure you are okay and safe. But until then, you run."

₊˚.༄𖥸

"𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 Kol bound their lives to one another with the hopes that they would live forever together. Klaus ruined that a long time ago. And when you stake Kol that that white oak stake and ended his life, you ended Anastasia's." Dylan tells them, "She's not coming back, because all of you killed her."

"We've come to say our goodbye to her." Elijah frowns, "And we'll leave all of you to live with yourselves all because you wanted the hunter to complete his mark."

"You think she'll forgive any of you in the afterlife?" Rebekah scoffed, "She won't. She knows how to hold a grudge."

₊˚.༄𖥸

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎?
𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎
𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?

"𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔?" 𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘼 mumbled as she watched yet another waitress walk by her without even stopping to ask if she needed anything.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a teenage boy about a year or two younger than she would be if she were human, a pouty look on his face.

"You know, pouting isn't attractive."

The boy turned his head to look over at her, "Yeah? Damn, guess I'll never find a date to prom then." His voice was sarcastic as he moved over a seat so they were sitting closer to each other and he held his hand out, "Jeremy."

"Anastasia." She shook his hand.

"Hmm, that's a mouthful." He tells her.

"Most people say that." She laughed, "So, why are you pouting all alone?"

Jeremy sighed, "What's not to pout about? It's just a bunch of girl troubles."

"Ooh." she frowned, "Must be real hard."

"You have no idea." He says, flagging down one of the waitresses, "Vicki, she's been waiting for someone for about ten minutes now."

"Sorry." The girl shook her head, glaring at the girl slightly, "What can I get you? But be warned, I'm going to need to see some ID for you to bu--,"

"I'm not buying alcohol." Anastasia shook her head, "Can I just get a coke, please?"

"Sure, I'll be right back." Vicki says, walking away.

"Thanks, for that."

"No problem." Jeremy tells her as Vicki comes back with her drink, telling her the price, 'I got it."

"You don't have to do--,"

"Ah, ah." Jeremy held his hand up, "I'm paying for it."

Anastasia held her hands up in mock surrender before grabbing her drink and backing away from the bar, "I'm not gonna turn down a handsome guy buying my drink. See you later, Jeremy."

₊˚.༄𖥸

"𝙄 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 a beer." Anastasia ran a hand through her hair, going to walk away but Stefan stops her.

"Don't drink too much."

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I've heard the speech a thousand times before. Don't drink too much or you'll end up like your father." Anastasia says as she walks away, "Drunk and lonely with a side of bad and short temper."

The girl walked away from her uncle and towards the large cooler where she grabbed a glass beer bottle and used her shirt to twist the cap off before she brought it to her lips and took a big swig."

"I didn't take you for a drinker."

She turned around to find Jeremy standing behind her, his own beer in hand.

Anastasia chuckled, taking another swig from the bottle, "Well, you don't know me at all so how could you have possibly known? Though, cheap beer isn't my favorite go-to drink of choice, it'll work."

Jeremy let out a laugh, looking down at his feet for a moment, "Then how about you let me get to know you?"

"Hmm, hope you are prepared for a shit ton of ranting, 'cause if we're gonna be friends, then you better be ready to not get rid of me for a while."

Jeremy smiled, "I think I can live with that."

₊˚.༄𖥸

𝗝𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗬 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 movement out of the corner of his eye, turning his head towards it but finds himself alone as he shakes his head before turning the bathroom light off and walking out of the spare bathroom, pausing as a memory hits him.

"After that, I met up with Uncle Stefan, and we stayed in Chicago where he met Niklaus and Rebekah. The three of us make up...to an extent. But then Mikael, their father, found them and we all fled from the state."

"Then in 1994, we came back here to Mystic Falls where we stayed with their nephew Zach and his pregnant wife, Gail." She tells him, "Dad showed up and we thought he had adapted to Uncle Stefan's diet. Turns out, he was feeding off Gail and he ended up killing her, compelled Zach to forget and we all left."

"He killed a pregnant woman?"

"Yeah." Anastasia nodded, "Uncle Stefan and I traveled around some more and fifteen years later, here we are. And that's the history of Anastasia Salvatore. Questions?"

Jeremy shook his head, "None at the moment."

She nods, playing with the rip in her jeans for a moment before looking at him, "I need to -- I need to compel you to forget that I told you all of this."

"What? No!"

"I don't want to, believe me, Jere. But if Uncle Stefan knew that I told you after Elena didn't want you in any of this, then I'll be in so much trouble." Anastasia tells him, "I won't make you forget completely. I'll just compel you to lock it away in the back of your mind until you figure it all out on your own."

Jeremy swallowed the lump in his throat before he nodded a moment later, "Okay. Make me forget."

With a nod, Anastasia turns and brings Jeremy's face closer to hers.

She stared into his eyes for a few seconds, watching as his pupils dilated, "I want you to forget everything I've told you tonight. I want you to lock away your knowledge that vampires exist. I want you to lock away the knowledge of everything I let you know about myself today." She licks her dry lips, "And when you figure it all out on your own, because I know you will, then, and only then, can you remember the exact conversation that we had."

"I'll forget everything you've told me today." Jeremy repeats before he blinks and looked around in confusion, "Where are we?"

Anastasia shrugged, "We just came out here to look at the stars. But it's late, so I should get you back home before Jenna and Elena think something happened to you."

The Gilbert boy nodded his head, sliding off the hood of the car and helping her down.

Jeremy looks down at him with a smirk, "Can I drive your car?"

With a playful roll of her eyes, she pulled the keys out of the pocket of her leather jacket and dangled them in front of his face, "Don't crash my car."

He grins, snatching the keys from her hands, kissing her softly, "I promise, I won't crash your car."

₊˚.༄𖥸

"𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙍𝙀 you doing?" Anastasia asked, moving to stand behind him. Her eyes grow wide as he quickly goggles 'vampire' on his computer, "Jeremy, I -- I need you to do something for me."

"Yeah?" He spun around in his computer chair.

"Take your bracelet off." She says.

"Huh?"

"You're bracelet. Take it off."

"Shouldn't you be asking me to take my clothes off first?" Jeremy smirked, but did what she told him as she moved to sit on his lap.

Grabbing the side of his face, Anastasia stared into his eyes until she took notice of his pupils dilating, "I want you to remember everything I told you about vampires. I want you to remember everything I told you. But what I don't want you to remember is what I told you about my bond with Kol."

₊˚.༄𖥸

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗗 down at his niece's lifeless body, her eyes now closed after he couldn't bare to looking to the lifeless abess swimming in her green eyes. As he closed his eyes, a tear rolls down the tanned skin as he thinks of one of his favorite memories with her when she was just still a kid and human.

₊˚.༄𖥸

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙎 of tiny feet padded against the hardwood floors, coming to a stop outside of the bedroom door. With his eyes still closed, Stefan feels a smile forming on his lips as the door slowly pushes open with a groan.

The smile quickly leaves as he pretends to be asleep just before a small hand pushes against his shoulder, and a hushed whisper rings out, "Uncle Stefan. Uncle Stefan, are you awake?"

The vampire doesn't move, keeping up his act of being asleep. But he can't help but to laugh as the now seven year old crawls up onto the bed and used her hand to push his eyelid up.

Sitting up, he takes the girl into his arms, causing her to laugh loudly as he tickles her sides and holding her in place as she squirms to get away.

"Uncle Stefan! Uncle Stefan, stopppp!"

Stefan chuckled, bringing her into a hug, "What are you doing up, munchkin? It is way past your bedtime."

The green eyes girl suddenly gets shy as she plays with his fingers, "I'm sorry. I'll go back to my room."

"No, no, no. Come here." He stops her from leaving, making sure not to hurt her with his strength, "What's wrong? Why can't you go to sleep?"

"I...I had a nightmare. I was scared and I couldn't go back to sleep." Anastasia tells him with a pout on her lips.

Stefan smiles softly at the seven year old, "Wanna talk about it?" She shakes her head, "No? Okay, how about you sleep in here? Yeah?"

"Okay." She nods her head and lays on the empty side of his bed, getting under the covers and pulling them up under her chin, "Uncle Stefan?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm thirsty."

With a chuckle, Stefan gets up from the bed and makes his way to the kitchen. Coming back into the bedroom, he smiles softly as he watches the rise and fall of her chest as he watches her sleep.

Placing the glass of water on the side table, Stefan crawls back into the bed as slowly as possible so that he doesn't wake her up. Pulling the cover over him, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into his chest.

"Goodnight, Eloise. I love you."

₊˚.༄𖥸

𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆
𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒊𝒓
𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚?

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙊𝘿 at the Quarry where he had forced Damon to turn against his will. Turning around, he noticed his niece standing there along with Elena, tears in her eyes. "Eloise."

"Stefan. Damon told me the rest of the story." Elena tells him, "I thought I might find you here."

"I should've died that night, just like I had chosen. I should have let Damon die, too." Stefan didn't look away from his niece as he spoke to Elena.

"But you didn't. And if you die now, it's not gonna change what happened." Elena tells him.

"Every single person that's been hurt..every single life that's been lost, it's because of me." Stefan said.

"That night my parents died...I blew off family night so that I could go to some party. I ended up getting stranded and they had to come pick me up. That's why we ended up in the car at Wickery Bridge. And that's why they died." Elena tells him, "Our actions are what set things in motion. But we have to live with that."

"I made a choice, Elena. Because of that choice a lot of people were hurt." Stefan said, "Including my niece."

"No." Anastasia shook her head, "No, Uncle Stefan. You never hurt me. Okay? What hurt me was when Dad decided that taking care of me wasn't enough after her turned. But you..you stepped up and took care of me, at just seventeen years old. You took care of me even when you were off the rails and then you turned me because I was dying. And..if that means that you're killing yourself right now, then...you're doing the same thing that Dad did 133 years ago. You're leaving me. And I've already lost so many people to that -- Dad, Kol, Dylan, Mom. I can't lose anyone else."

Stefan let a tear roll down his cheek as his niece turned around on her heels and walked off.

₊˚.༄𖥸

"𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙔 lost." Damon spoke as Elena and Stefan walked into the house.

Anastasia laid on the couch, having come home and cried herself to sleep there.

"I'll be upstairs, okay?"

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Damon." Elena walked away.

"Thank you." Stefan tells his brother.

"No, Stefan, thank you. You're back on Bambi blood, and I'm the big badass brother again." Damon said, "All is right in the world."

"I mean it. Thank you. For...helping her take care of me." Stefan sat by his niece's feet.

"You brood too much...everyone on this planet is not your fault. My actions, what I do, it's not your fault. I own them. They belong to me. You are not allowed to feel my guilt." Damon tells his brother.

"Do you feel guilt?" Stefan asked.

"If I wanted to, it's there." Damon watches his brother stand up, "Emily waited till after I turned to tell me she'd been successful in protecting Katherine with her spell. She didn't want me to know about the tomb. She thought would impact my decision.

"She didn't want either one of us to turn." Stefan said, "She said it was a curse."

"Witches...judgey little things."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"'Cause I didn't want you to know. 'Cause I hated you and I still do."

"I know."

"But not because you forced me to turn." Damon said.

"Then why?"

"Because she turned you. It was just supposed to be me, Stefan...just me."

Stefan watched his brother walk out of the room before turning to where his niece was resting. Standing up, he picks her up and held onto her body tightly as he walked up the stairs and into her bedroom, flicking the lights on so that he wouldn't trip over the shoes she was sure would be on the floor.

Laying her down, he brushes her hair back from her face before pressing a kiss to her forehead, "I'm never leaving you, kiddo. I love you, Eloise."

Stefan pulled the covers over her body before standing up and walking towards the door.

"Uncle Stefan."

He turned as he went to turn the light back off and shut the door, "Yeah?"

"I love you, too."

₊˚.༄𖥸

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎?
𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎
𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?

𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 his glass of bourbon up to his lips, taking a big drink as he looked out of his bedroom window, thoughts of his daughter swirling through his mind.

Elena stands in the doorway watching him, "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay? My daughter is dead! Of course, I'm not okay!" Damon spins around to look at his girlfriend, "She died resenting me! I missed so much of her life because I spent so long hating my own brother for turning me! I left my four year old alone with her! I watched her on her deathbed and I left her there! I came back fifteen years later, and she still hated me! So, no, Elena, I'm not okay! She died hating me! How am I supposed to make that better when I can't tell her how sorry I am?!"

"Damon....,"

"No, okay? Let's just bury her and get on with finding the cure so that I can't get drunk and mourn my daughter."

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅
𝑳𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏' 𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔
𝑪𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 𝗡𝗢𝗪 lays in a beautiful white casket with velvet red lining in the Salvatore Family crypt as all of her friends surrounded her.

"I can't believe she's actually gone." Caroline cried, Tyler's arm wrapped around her shoulders as he tried to keep himself together for the sake of everyone else around him. "She's not gonna graduate, she won't get the chance to see what college life is like. She can't do any of that without us now."

"Come on, let's get ready to find the cure." Stefan is the first one to leave, not wanting to break down.

"Jer, you coming?" Bonnie stops as she notices that he wasn't following behind her and the others.

"Uh -- I'll, I'll be right behind you." He gives the witch a small smile, watching as they all leave, "I know you're here."

"Never thought I'd be looking at my own body from the other side." Anastasia comes out of the shadows, looking down at herself in the casket, "And they didn't even put me in cute clothes."

"Caroline tried....," Jeremy trailed off as he looked at the side of her face. "Stacie."

"Stop." She shakes her head, holding her hand up, "It's okay. I get it, Jeremy. Kol was the bad guy, I knew that from the start of him getting undaggered. Yet, he was my best friend and I loved...love him. And, even though I probably should, I can't find it in myself to hate any of you."

"You should. We killed you." He shakes his head, "I wouldn't blame you either."

Anastasia chuckled as she looks down, "Nice tattoo."

His eyebrows pinch together, "You can see it, too?"

"Yep." She nodded, tilting her head, "Look badass."

"You're reflecting."

"It's the way I cope with things." Anastasia smiles, "I, un, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"Gilbert, get your ass moving." Damon walks in, "What -- she's here isn't she?"

Jeremy looks to the side and Damon follows him, staring into the empty space unknowingly that he was looking her right in the eyes. "Yeah, she's here."

"Tell him that I don't hate him. I never have but he pisses me off so much. And even though he wasn't there when I needed him the most, he's still my dad."

"She said that she doesn't hate you. She never did but you piss her off. And even when you weren't there when she needed you the most, you're still her dad." Jeremy repeats.

Anastasia wipes away her tears, "Tell him I love him."

"She said she loves you."

"I love you too, sunflower."

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𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎
𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎
𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦 alone in her family crypt, her eyes locked on her lifeless body and a sigh leaves her lips as she turns around to walk out. Looking down at her hand, she looks confused as her hand starts to fade slowly.

"Anastasia."

The green eyed girl looks up, head tilted in confusion, "Emily?"

"You must face the consequences of your actions." The dead Bennett witch tells the hybrid. "You helped murder that innocent family."

"Emily, what the hell are you smoking on the other side?" She asked, "Because I want some."

"The Gemini coven summoned us, and we made a deal. You must face the consequences of your actions."

Feeling the pain in her chest, Anastasia spins around to face the coffin where her body is laid, gasping as she notices that it's empty. "What the hell did you do, Emily?"

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"𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘, 𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗬 wakey." A voice filled her ears, "God, I don't remember you being this dramatic about coming back."

A loud gasp rings through the air as Anastasia's eyes snap open, gasping for fresh air to go through her lungs. Slowly, the grey color to her skin and the veins on her body disappear until her usual tan color is fully restored.

"There you go! Finally, you took forever!"

Anastasia snaps her head in the direction of the voice before she glanced around the unknown house before looking back at the figure sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch she was laying on.

Malachai Parker looks over at the hybrid with a smirk on his face, "Morning, Nattie."

"What. The. Hell?" She sits up, "I -- I was dead. They -- They killed Kol and I died. How did I--? Where the hell am I?"

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

"Welcome to 1994."

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘

AND THAT'S A WRAP ON SIX FEET
UNDER!!! I have been working on this
book for the last three years and it is
finally finished!!

I am so sad to say that this chapter
of Anastasia's life has finally come to
an end! But never fear! There will be
a sequel! I just don't know when it
will be out.

And I want to keep the Billie Eilish
song title going for the Anastasia
series, so let me know which songs
you guys think I should use next!

I'm really excited to get started on
the sequel though, so I may start on
writing out the draft on that so I can
know what I want to do. And here's
a spoiler! No humanity Anastasia!

ANYWAY! Thank you to everyone
who has read this book! Thank you to
everyone who continued to read this
book even though I never published
chapters when I said that I would!

Thank you for all of the positive
feedback and all of those who have
commented, and told me how much
they actually love this book! It means
so much to me, and I couldn't have
finished it without all of you giving
me the courage and support in getting
it finished!

𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰𝙷💕