Alvaro's eyes fluttered open, a soft groan escaped his lips as his eyes adjusted to the very limited rays of the sun, washing over the carpet.

His gaze wondered downwards to find a sleeping Morgana on his chest, a smile graced his lips. Perhaps last night's event's hadn't been a dream, but his brother was still dead.

His dagger using, back stabbing brother was dead, when Rebekah came back in tears to him, Morgana and Elijah. He was so filled with rage that he did the only thing that could be done. Revenge.

Alvaro had gone to the hospital, where Elena was sitting like a waiting duck and killed her brutally, he had rebelled in the pleasure of thrashing her about like a ragged doll before drinking her dry.

He had also almost killed Alaric's lady friend, but she had been saved by the Salvatore boys and the young vampire Klaus was interested in.

Kol hadn't been too thrilled about it either, he had been on the road heading for Greendale when he got a call from Elijah. He had gripped the wheel tightly before hanging up.

Alvaro didn't know how his little brother was taking Klaus' death but at least he wasn't spending it alone. Rebekah had disappeared to, he didn't know where but when she got home, he could smell an familiar scent belonging to a certain warlock all over her.

And lastly, Morgana been waiting for him to come home, she had taken him in her arms when he broke down crying for his big brother. The same brother who had encouraged him to follow his crazed dreams as a child, the same brother who tucked him in at night at an early age.

She didn't ask where he'd been or what he'd had done, she knew. He was aware of that, she just held him. Stroking his hair, rocking them back and forth gently as he buried his face into the space between her neck and shoulder.

Whispering calming words into his ear. He could still remember last night's events clearly. Very clearly. He had loved his revenge, the looks on his enemies' faces when they had seen what he'd done.

He hoped that like Damon, they feared him, like Klaus. No, more than Klaus. Because they were stuck with him now, and there's many reasons why he's been labelled the most barbaric of his siblings.

Hell even Mikael feared him, and unlike Klaus. He didn't see any need for the little gang to continue to breath. They were a threat, and they thought the Mikaelsons could be bested.

Well, never in a thousand years had his family been bested. He'd let them have their victory for now, but he was coming for them. And he didn't need anyone's help, not from the remainder of his siblings or Hell.

Elena gasped for air as she shot up. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked over the room she was in, she glanced down to find herself sitting on a mortuary table.

Before she could question it, movement coming from outside the room, heading towards the door entered her ears. She looked up, a confused glint in her eyes.

"Stefan?" She called just as soft as a whisper, hopeful.

But it wasn't Stefan. Or Damon, Jeremy Caroline or even Bonnie behind the door.

"Stefan?" She called again, a slight fear pouring into her tone of voice.

The door opened with a small click, darkness clocked the tall figure. She narrowed her eyes, concern shining in her doe orbs.

"Damon?" She tried.

The figure stepped out of the shadows. Elena's eyes broadened, her bottom lip dropped as her body froze in fear. The man stood with a emotionless glare, and yet. It was terrifying. His ungodly eyes dull, staring her down like prey in a evil glint.

"Sorry to disappoint you." His southern English accent ran though her ears, making her blood run cold "But I'm not one of your sluts, Elena."

There stood claded in black leather and a long sleeved walnut Henley shirt, what would be the embodiment of Damon's worst fear; Alvaro Mikaelson.

"Alvaro-" she backed away from him, as he stepped forward "-please."

"I don't care for what you want, Elena." He stated, calmly "I only care for what I want. And well, you're overdue for a beating."

She jumped as her back hit the counter. Fear rapped it's claws around her as Alvaro stalked towards her, dangerously calm. She felt up the table, something cold touched her skin.

"I've never liked you doppelgangers," he said as he came closer "always thinking you can survive the ineffable. And dragging everyone else down with you. I hear you claim your different."

She narrowed her eyes, not understanding what he was getting at as he took one more step towards her. Making her lift her head as he looked down at her, disgusted.

"Well, are you?" He inquired "Different from Katerina?"

"Yes." She spat, shoving a small surgery knife into his stomach, causing him to groan.

She took the opportunity to run, she rushed along the hall. She skidded to a halt as a animal like growl reached her ears. Horror gripped at her heart, she ran her wide and glossy eyes around her surroundings before turning.

Alvaro growled, pulling the knife out. He did like a chase. He went into the hall, his head tilted. His scene of smell searching for his prey. His head shot up, eyes dark. He'd caught it.

Elena trudged along the abandoned hall, searching for a way out. The air turned icy-cold, almost as if it knew. Knew what tragedies would befall the doppelganger this night.

The doors banged against the walls, bouncing off their hings. A knife shot through the atmosphere, landing pointy end first in Elena's ankle. She yelpped, looking up to see someone, who was quickly becoming her worst nightmare.

Alvaro stormed forwards making Elena's attempts to pull the knife out to be forgotten as she took trying to flee.

"Do you really think you can out run me?" He hissed.

She rounded the corner, her heart hammering at her chest, she placed a hand on her chest, trying to catch her breath.

A hand sneakily grabbed a fist full of her hair, warm fingers snaking round her neck.

"Got you."

Elena screamed as Alvaro tossed her into another wall. He done it a few hundred times now, or Elena suspected so. It was difficult to tell as he used his vampiric strength and speed. She cried out as he grabbed her again, pulling her up from the ground before dragging her along.

"Please," she raspped "let me go. I've done nothing you. I'm begging you."

He laughed sarcastically, the demonic sound echoing though the hall, dancing above the walls "Oh, on the contrary. That's where you're mistaken, and as for begging." He looked at her, his voice low as he hissed "Begging will get you nowhere."

Alvaro slammed her down on the floor, breaking her ribcage and pelvis bone. She cried out at impact, tears streaming down her cheeks. She let out a fearful sob as she felt his knee on her spine.

"You can scream dear," Alvaro said putting his left hand on her shoulder as the other grabbed her arm "no-ones coming. And no-one can help you."

With those words said......he broke her arm. He hauled the bone backwards. He did the same for her legs and other arm before throwing her onto her back. She watched helplessly as he reached into his pocket.

"You'll like this." He smiled brightly, showcasing the sharp, shiny blade of his old pocket-knife.

She stared at him, petrified. He leaned forward, his face hovering above hers, his breath brushing over her skin "I bet you regret killing my brother now. If you don't, you will when I'm through with you."

He stabbed the knife into her voice-box at lightening speed. Before withdrawing from her. Elena felt like throwing up as she felt his fingers take hold of the fabric of her clothing.

Is this what he intended to do? Rape her? But with his next following actions, she found herself wishing that that was what he was going to do.

Alvaro tore her shirt in half, cleanly from top to bottom. He pressed the blade down at her skin "Many people speculate that I'm Jack the Ripper." His eyes flickered to hers, eyebrow raised slightly "Did you know that?"

She shook her head, as well as she could.

"Oh." He pouted almost, turning his attention to his work "I met Jacky boy. I witnessed his death too, in the shadows. My there are....very dark things in this world, almost as dark as my family and Hell." He sliced open her chest, before piling Elena's skin away as she bit though her tongue.

"Jack once told me, there a part of a woman's body every man, or woman in today's case. Like to gaze upon," he messed about inside her, slicing her lungs, before picking up her intestines in his hand and began to chop her intestines like a sausage "you see. And here's a bit of history for you. He was fascinated with what made one tick."

He released her kidneys after cutting the open like a scientist would, he drove the knife into her right lung. He caught her pleading eyes, begging him to stop. Elena felt hope creeping in as Alvaro stared into her eyes, but it vanished when he smiled.

He ripped open a large gash before doing the same to her left lung, he reached between the two lungs. Rapping his long fingers around her heart, Elena grunted as his grip tightened. He was about to pull out her heart when.

"What's going on?" Meredith questioned, walking towards the young couple, a weirded out look on her face.

The individual hovering above the one on the ground, raised his head, meeting her gaze with slight surprise. Because of her interruption. Meredith's clipboard hit the deck, at the gruesome and horrific sight.

"Oh god." She barely got out, before turning running for the door.

Alvaro sped forward, releasing Elena's heart and slammed Meredith against the wall "Now, now laddie."

The doctor clawed at his hand, but it was no use. He forced her head to stay still before buring his fangs into her neck, he slurpped the crimson liquid before pulling away.

Gasping in pleasure, as Meredith slide to the floor gripping at her bleeding neck, it frightened her how he could drain her dry in so little mount of time.

Alvaro turned on his heel, a spring in his step as he made his way towards Elena. He halted making her look up at him "Like I said. 'No-one.'"

He kicked her head to the side, crushing her neck as his foot slammed down on to it. Blood splattering all over the floor. He smirked, happy with his achievement.

He turned coolly, before strutting away from the dead doppelganger, he waggled his fingers at Meredith before exiting. The atmosphere inside shifted as Alvaro strided out, power being the most dominant feeling and presence leaping and dancing round him.

Even the late works and sleepless patients could feel it, the atmospheric change. A radiating aura of something sinister slithering though the halls.

Caliban was right, war was coming in Mystic Falls. The only difference was, Alvaro wouldn't rest until his brother was avenged.

Alvaro blinked, the memory of the night before flickered away from his attention, he looked down at the sleeping beauty on his chest. He allowed his gaze to linger before slowly, without disturbing Morgana slipping out of bed.

He dressed himself in black skinny jeans and trainers, before grabbing a long sleeved Henley shirt. He found that he quite liked modern day's clothes. But he had every little.

Both Elijah and Klaus had offered hand-me-downs, but he only accepted two pairs of jeans and shirts. Both from Klaus, he still had his old clothes but he was looking for an opportunity to ask his sister or Morgana to take him shopping.

He pulled down the dark purple V-neck, feeling eyes on him as he ran his fingers though his hair "Enjoying the view?" He asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

"How are you feeling?" She questioned, propping her upper body up using her forearms.

He sighed, cheeky nature slipping away. He turned his body slightly to look at her "Not a 100%."

"Your brother just died," she placed her hand on his arm, concern shining in her glass blue and green orbs "it's natural. And you're entitled to that feeling."

"Where were you a thousand years?" He inquired rhetorically, a longing glint looming in the depths of dark chocolate orbs.

She chuckled, a smile bending her lips making a warm feeling crop up in his heart "Dream on, Pretty boy. Dream on and wonder."

He smiled woefully, glancing down before catching her gaze "You can borrow some of my clothes, when you get dressed."

"Thank you," She smiled "I appreciate it. Pretty boy."

His eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows half dipping upwards a pleading expression forming on his handsome face "Call me that again. One more time, please?"

She smiled at him fondly, before rolling her eyes dotingly "Who knew a Mikaelson would beg to be called by a nickname. But then again, it does suit you." The Morningstar teased.

He furrowed his brows, before going to open his eyes only to freeze when she did something unexpected. She kissed his cheek, pulling away as a sly grin graced his lips. His eyes flickered open, he grinned at her before raising to his feet and bounced off. While the smile never left her lips as she tore away the quilt.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Klaus who had hitched a ride in Tyler Lockwood questioned cockly, making Bonnie jump from the coffin that contained his original body.

"What exact are you doing here, Klaus?" Bonnie asked "The deal we made with Tyler was you'd leave his body, and jump into someone else's first chance you get."

"Yes, when I assumed I'd be a pile of ash." He walked inside the cave, towards the coffin "But apparently fate and oxygen intervened, and there I am." He turned his head forward, to look at her "Put me back." He demanded firmly.

"I can't right now." Bonnie protested.

"Your history teacher outed Tyler and Caroline to the council. They're on a warpath and this body is vulnerable."

"I have to help Elena before she has to feed." Bonnie stated.

Klaus cocked his head to the side, a 'really?' expression on his features. He was being to wonder weither they were completely and utterly stupid or uneducated. Everyone knew there was no door number three, feed or die that was choice. Take it or leave it.

"Elena's dead and no longer my concern."

"You're forgetting who saved your life." Bonnie snapped, waving the fact in his face like a flag. Did she really so idiotic to think he'd give to shits?

He grabbed her throat at an instant "You're forgetting I can rip your tongue out. Now, put. Me. Back."

"If I can keep Elena human, you'll have an endless blood supply to make your hybrids. Isn't that what you really want?"

He released her. She peered at him wearily before turning to leave. But he sped to the entrance, stopping her from hurriedly departing.

"Same rules apply. No one knows. No one." He seethed, unaware of his brother's act to avenge him, and the lengths he was going to go to "Do you understand me, Bonnie?"

Rebekah stood in the art studio, going though her 'late' brother's drawings. She had caused Matt to send himself and Elena into the river, last night. Before breaking down, only to find out Ambrose had witnessed the whole thing.

It seemed, as she found comfort in Ambrose. Kol had found it in Prudence as Alvaro sought it in Morgana. Angry tears gathered in her eyes, leading her to throw Klaus's drawings on to the floor. In a outburst of grieve and hurt.

"You should know better than to sneak up on a lady." Rebekah said to Damon over her shoulder, as he glanced around.

"Good advice. Have you seen one?" He questioned, in a sarky fashion.

"Tragic about a Elena." She sneered after turning, he smiled in the same fashion "Not to make a gray cloud grayer, but does Matt even have automobile insurance?"

He narrowed his eyes at her "You don't know?"

"Know what, Damon?" She lifted a eyebrow, eyeing him with narrowed eyes.

"Your brother payed a visit to the hospital last night. He performed surgery on Elena." Damon said, she could see the gears turning in his head, fear creeping into his icy eyes "He cut her voice box, so she couldn't scream. So they wouldn't get interrupted." His eyes met hers "It was horrifying. When we arrived. Meredith was hardly breathing, while Elena's insides had been chopped up like ingredients ready to be put in a soup."

She raised her head. She could see that unlike his friends, Damon had listened to Elijah and Klaus's warnings. And thought on them. Hell she was willing to assume that he was scared of Morgana to, but Damon had always liked Morgana.

She knew how to be the bad guy and get away with it, but ever since Klaus came to town and that mysterious woman turned up at the decade dance she had changed. He knew it was unwise to cross her, that's why he just said remarks and made no movement to cross her, it was a feeling really to begin with.

Then he could see the change in how she acted, she had sided with Klaus almost as if it was natural. Two powerful beings joining together, instead of wasting time fighting to see who was better. But she had became friends with Rebekah beforehand.

"Then you fully understand now." She stated, he nodded at her "I don't surpose any of my siblings have told you this yet." Damon looked at her curiously "Klaus and he ar-were so much alike-" she smiled, but her voice took a turn for dread, her smile dropped "-but, so not alike to. While Klaus acted out Alvaro observed, Klaus searched for his prey like an angry animal. Alvaro stalked his like a snake, waiting, watching, driving the said prey to insanity before striking. And if he couldn't play with his prey," she inhaled "you would hear his shouts from miles away, sence his fury from several countries away."

"You were afraid of him," he whispered, eyes wide "weren't you?"

"We all were, except for Klaus. In the beginning we all went through changes, the only thing is Klaus and Alvaro.....they became people's worst fear. Klaus was like a devil, angry fire looming in his soul. But Alvaro," she paused, looking away from Damon for a second before meeting his gaze "is like fire and ice, a chaotic storm raging for days. By killing my brother-"

"We've doomed ourselves to a fate worse, than death." Damon finished, realising how much he'd landed himself in it.

"Yes." She confirmed.

He looked at her, before speeding forward, the white oak stake in hand. Only to be pulled off.

"Not so fast laddie," he shivered "don't you recall what would happen if you disrespected my sister again?"

Alvaro glared at him pointedly, going to attack only to halt at Rebekah's scream. The two males looked at her, before he pulled himself and Damon downwards, ducking the wooden bullets, searching the room.

An arrow shot though Rebekah's heart, she gasped. Her skin desiccating before falling to the ground. Alvaro growled, turning to the window. Where the arrow had originated from, Damon still in his grasp. The two eyed the warzone. Damon heard movement coming from upstairs, his eyes widened.

"If you want to escape my wrath," Alvaro sneered into his ear, as they dodged the bullets "save her from this."

He released his collar, Damon couldn't believe it. He sped out of the room. Morgana was really there, Damon grabbed her. Rapping his hand around her mouth, holding her tightly by the waist, keeping her close to his body.

She struggled in his hold, trying to aid the last Mikaelson standing only to freeze as bullets shot into Alvaro's chest. Many of them landing like on a wooden board. Although, Alvaro still stood tall. Damon stared, eyes broadened in shock and unbelief as Morgana gripped at his arm, nails digging into his skin as she watched with urgency and fear. In those series of events time stilled.

An arrow shot though Alvaro's heart. Damon inhaled as Morgana screamed into his hand, he grasped at his nerves hastily before vamping out of there. Taking the Morningstar with him.

Rebekah groaned, as she came to. She turned to find Caroline next to her, she to was bound in ropes. She grunted as she tried to pull free.

"Vervain ropes," Caroline revealed "looks like Alaric outed us all to the council."

"The council? What exactly do they think they can do to me?" She questioned "Where's my brother?"

Caroline narrowed her eyes in confusion "Your the only one they brought in here, Rebekah."

"No." She shook her head "Alvaro was with me."

"Then where have they put him?"

Rebekah went to reply, but she paused when it clicked, unless their captors were paranoid, there's only one way anyone would feel remotely safe holding her big brother hostage.

Alvaro groaned lightly, before his eyes opened to find themselves resting on the plastic matting of a vehicle. He narrowed his eyes, as his body throbed, his body swayed in rhythm with the moving box.

He was in some kind of transport he knew that, he lifted his head to find two doors. A hum fell from his lips, one way out. He looked up to find his wrists bound, tied to the railing on the wall. He tugged at his left arm, his eyes never leaving his right one as he confirmed his suspicions.

He looked down to find his ankles bound, he growled lightly. Annoyed. His gaze flickered up to the doors. This town was really asking for war, wasn't it? Well if it wanted a war, he'd give it to them. But he was aware of who he needed to kill; The council.

Damon and Morgana were in the Gilbert house when Elizabeth Forbes came inside.

"They're gone." The vampire said, setting the lamp on the table while Morgana stood next to him "Whoever nailed Rebekah and Alvaro got them too."

"Tell us you have something. Anything." The Morningstar took over as Meredith joined the three from the kitchen.

"I can't. The Council locked Carol and me out of our offices, computers, everything." Liz said, Damon and Morgana looked at each other in disbelief.

"So the mayor and the sheriff never contemplated a back-up plan-" Damon questioned, glaring at the blonde.

"-incase things were to....I don't know-" Morgana was cut off by the vampire.

"-wrong!"

"Oh look at this," the Morningstar smiled sarcastically, glaring at Liz as she spat "for once we are alined Damon, thanks to the incompetence of those who are supposed to protect the residents of this Satan-forsaken town."

"Damon, Morgana. Relax." Meredith said, causing the two to turn to her with a matching death glare "When Caroline called, did she know where they were planning to take them?"

"No, she was in some van in the middle of nowhere and she manged to escape."

"Perfect." Morgana seethed "You've narrowed it down to absolutely nowhere."

A knock at the door causing the three to freeze whilst the Morningstar turned her glare toward the entrance. Damon soon joined her in glaring when the most hated human spoke.

"Hay. Is Elena here?"

Damon sped forward, grabbing him with both hands around the throat and slammed Matt against the wall, by the entrance to the kitchen "In what world are you the one who gets to live?"

"Damon, stop." Meredith ordered.

"No. Carry on Damon." Morgana declared "Shut it, you two."

"Let him go." Liz said "Damon. Now."

Damon reluctantly realised the mortal, wanting nothing more than to kill him. He turned to Morgana "Any chance, you could show me some spells. Torture ones, because we now have a trainee, you can practice on. Perhaps you can do the fun one, you know the one when I'm being hung by thin air."

After alittle discussion Liz spoke "With vervain and Alaric's weapons, they could be anywhere."

"Come on, guys, think." Damon said addressing the three mortals as Morgana seethed, they were wasting time.

"It takes a lot to hold a vampire, especially an Original." The Morningstar mentioned as the Salvatore nodded agreeing with her "Reinforced steel. Iron bars."

"Pastor has a cattle ranch." Matt said causing the Morningstar and Salvatore duo to shift their gaze to him "Those pens can easily be modified."

"It's remote, it's secluded." Meredith listed off, before looking at Damon.

The two supernaturals looked at one another before glancing detestfully towards Matt, Damon spoke as the two stared him down "Well, guess what. Looks like you finally get to prove how sorry you really are."

"Let's go." Morgana declared, turning for the door, determined to get her friends back.

Alvaro sat leaning his side against the bars, his cell was next to Rebekah's and before Stefan and Elena's. He stared at nothing in particular, vervain stung his nostrils. Why he didn't start consuming vervain again, he didn't know.

Apparently the leader of this little facade deemed him more of a threat than his sister, which is was why he was bound by the wrists and ankles and alone in the box. His mind drifted to the Morningstar, like it had had done when Caliban had trapped his brothers and himself in the volcanic cave in the ninth circle.

The only pleasure he got from his captivity was fear on Stefan's face when he and Rebekah were dragged in here. It seemed Stefan had finally graspped what his brother had from the beginning.

"I thought I killed you." Rebekah said to Elena.

Alvaro groaned "Really? Still kicking?"

"Where am I?" Elena asked, looking around.

"They thought you were a vampire, so they suck you in with us." Rebekah said as her brother threw his head back lightly, annoyed with the fact that she was alive.

"Where's Stefan?"

"Right next to ya, sweetheart." The brunette Mikaelson remarked, the two originals watched as they talked, and when Elena mentioned she didn't feed Rebekah chuckled as an crooked smirk crowned Alvaro's lips "Ah. You died with vampire blood in your system, and you didn't feed. And now, your rotting in here without a single drop of mortal blood. That is a cockup."

"Just ignore him." Stefan advised.

"Oi! Watch it, that's not how you speak to your betters." Alvaro hissed, his happy state of feeling gone as quick as a flash "And if you want to be opened up, you're walking down the right road."

"Has anyone else done the math, or shall I?" Rebekah said "I'd say, you've got less than three hours before I get to watch you die all over again." She smiled as her brother said "Our day just got a whole lot better."

Alvaro tuned Stefan and Elena out as they spoke and the false moment of hope occurred. It's only when Stefan started trying to get one of the guards in come, did he start to get on the Mikaelson's wick.

"Will you shut up." Rebekah demanded.

"Do you think we're afraid of you?" Stefan called out.

A guard came in, and spoke to Stefan. And after hearing the Salvatore's plead he replied with "Sorry. Not my problem."

"Oh. High and mighty are we now?" Alvaro sassed, causing the two look at him while Rebekah gave him a look to shut up "Only when we're behind bars, you puff out your chests and get the mind set that your the ruling matriarch. You smeghead. You know, it's like how it is with plod, give 'em a badge and they think they rule the world."

He got to his feet, and strolled up to the bars surprising the guard with his residence against the vervain in the air. He stood before them "Law enforcement, it's full of bitches, except the odd few. I've never liked law, the only relation I did, was the monarchy. But only a couple of them were good, well by my standards."

Stefan eyed him as Alvaro stood tall, maybe the Mikaelson would help him, but he now knew. Alvaro Mikaelson was out for no one but himself.

"Think on that, whore." Alvaro said before Stefan carried on but his attempts failed.

It was nightfall when the Morningstar and Salvatore duo along with the mortal arrived. The three got out of Damon's car and walked forward.

"So what? We just storm the place with zero weapons?" Matt asked, looking between the two ravenettes.

"Nah. We don't need weapons," Damon said "not with my vampirism and her magic."

"Just bait." Morgana smirked, just before Damon took a bite in Matt's neck.

"Yoo-hoo." Damon sang as Matt clutched his throat as Morgana smirked happily, raising her head as the Salvatore called "Anybody home?"

"One, big,bad vampire accompanied by one nasty, dangerous demon out here." Morgana chuckled wickedly.

The door opened causing Matt to look up "Let him go, the boy's innocent."

Damon turned and took a look at the said boy as the Morningstar arched an eyebrow, the Salvatore turned back "That's the point. Give me Stefan and Elena, give her Rebekah and Alvaro and then he's all yours."

"Or he dies." Damon smiled at Pastor as Morgana spoke.

Morgana pulled Matt up by his collar "Come on, Pastor. You know he's going to kill this weakling, he wants to kill him. And I? You wonder. Well," she smirked darkly "I feast on male flesh."

"Go away." Pastor shouted "You are not invited in and I'm not coming out."

Both Damon and Morgana's bodies flew backwards on to the ground after being shot. A few seconds two guards hurriedly descended on them, pointing their guns at the two as one kicked at Damon's stomach and Morgana's thigh.

One looked nervously at the other at the same moment, the two jumped up. Damon impaled one with his own gun, whilst Morgana twisted her hand snapping his neck like a twig. Damon and his guard had more of a fight, than what Morgana did with hers.

The Morningstar left him fighting the mortal. Alvaro sat against the wall, annoyed with the fact that Elena was now a vampire. The guards were preparing for more vampires, but all four heads went towards the doors when they flew off their hings.

Morgana came to two doors, she held out her hands "Evanescet."

Her eyes turned pure white as the doors fell on the floor, her long, curly, unbound hair framed her face as the three guards rushed to stop her. Her head raised upwards slightly as her arms shot out, her hand clawed, she waved her making the guards head roll off their necks.

"Witch!"

She turned, her eyelids curled in a death glare at the guard by the door. She was about to do away with him when a familiar voice called out.

"You have no idea." Ambrose remarked, magicly snapping his neck, before he witch and warlock rushed to their Mikaelsons.

"Morgana." Alvaro cried, smiling as they rushed forward only to be sapreated by bars.

"Need some help, Pretty boy?" She raised an eyebrow, her white eyes flickered away.

He smirked devilishly "Your majesty, if you'd be so kind?"

She grinned, as the bars magicly turned into ash falling to the ground in a large pile. He grinned, bolting forwards taking her into his arms before lifting her off her feet.

She laughed, clutching on to his shoulders as he spun her around "Alvaro!" She laughed.

He placed her down, smiling. He traced his index along her jaw "Thank you."

Klaus stood in the art studio, placing blood bags in a box when Rebekah stormed into the room with Ambrose on her heels "How dare you save Caroline over me?"

Klaus sighed as Ambrose stood off to the side observing the scene, ready to step in if needed "Hello brother. Thought you were dead. So pleased you're not."

"You left me."

"I only had time to save one, and you can't be killed." He turned to face her "Rest assured. I had a worse day than you." He looked at her with raised an eyebrows as she neared him "It's time for us to move on. Find some more werewolves."

"So you can create your hybrid family?" She asked in rage "You don't know anything about family!"

"I know how easily they can be silenced with a dagger."

At vampire speed, Rebekah grabbed one of the blood bags causing Ambrose's eyes to widen as she flung it to a wall.

"No!" Klaus shouted, he grumbled turning around to find her holding one in each hand, tears in her eyes "Drop them."

"I mourned you." She cried "My hreat broke thinking I'd never see you again."

"Put the blood down, Rebekah. There's a good girl." He encouraged.

"It's always been me." Ambrose's heart broke at the scene as Rebekah cried "Not Finn. Not Elijah. Not Alvaro, not Kol. Me. I loved you through everything and you don't even care."

"DROP IT!" He shouted.

"You want your family? Here's you're family." She dug her nails into the bags, ripping them open, sending rivers of blood everywhere.

She threw them to the ground before Klaus sped forward only to be magically stopped by Ambrose, he growled with foot rooted in the ground "You know something Rebekah, your right. I don't care. From this moment on, your not my family, your not my sister. You are nothing."

"Lanuae magicae!" Ambrose chanted, teleporting himself and Rebekah away.

Klaus growled, moving his foot and went to leave only to see Morgana and Alvaro stood on the step. Morgana had an expressionless look whilst Alvaro had a dull look in his eye.

"Brother..." Klaus stared up at him.

"I take it-" he cut him off, a cold unnerving rage in his tone "-that the fact that I cut open Elena and mangled her insides means nothing to you. The fact that I was going to go on a warpath, willing to slaughter everyone in this town means nothing."

"Alvaro, I-" Klaus tried, tears in his eyes.

"I don't CARE!" He shouted "I get that I can't ask the classic question, because we're as worse as each other. Don't for a second think that you can pull one, and not even say 'Oh. Thank you for caring. I'm sorry, please forgive me.'"

He glared at his older brother, rage burning in his eyes "I will admit, I cried for you, and avenged you. By killing what our enemies' hold dear. But you know what? I wish I hadn't. You can rot with your new family for all I care. But know this, if you come after me or my siblings, or Morgana or the Morningstars. If you dare come to what is mine, I will kill you."

Klaus choked down a sob as his brother conutined "You know, I being wondering why you daggered me in 1936. I did nothing to you, I just minded my own business and next thing I know my brother turns up in the blue and then I get a dagger in the chest. You wonder what happens to your family Klaus, you push us away thanks to you listening to the opposition. As of to night, not only do you loose your sister. You loose me."

Alvaro tuned storming off to his room to collect his stuff, his was done with town. Morgana closed her eyes before opening them, she looked down at Klaus. Who stood staring after his brother in tears. She moved forwards and rapped her arms around him, causing him to fall to his knees sobbing.

"I'll talk to him." She promised.

He nodded thankfully as he hugged her back.

Morgana entered Alvaro's room to find the said man, stuffing his clothes into two bags on the bed. She knew he was upset, so she left the sore topic of what just happened downstairs and asked "Where do you want to go?"

He stopped, looking upwards to meet her gaze "You'd go with me?"

"Yes, I've been stuck in this town ever since my mother left me on the Gilbert's doorstep," she stepped forward "and if your my ticket out. Then I'm all for it, so I ask again. Where do you want to go?"

"Somewhere nobody can bother us, somewhere even Klaus can't get to." He looked at her after an idea came to his mind "Hell. I want to go to Hell."

She lifted her head, a smile curled the corners of her mouth at the thought of seeing her parents "Very well, I'd like to go home, anyway."

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What do you think?

I'm curiously to know what your opinion is, do you reckon Alvaro is a good character? 🤨🙂