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she watched the emotions flash through his face, his eyes changing in the slightest way each time, but it was so easy for her to notice. shaking her head, eleanor wasn't sure how to explain any of it, still reeling from the journey to get to here. her fingers rubbed under his eyes, heat rising in her body from where his skin met hers. being near him brought all of her senses that were lacking back. shaking her head to his comment, elle smiled softly knowing that this all did seem like a dream. "it's real, i don't know how but it's real. i'm really here." grabbing his hands she placed them on her cheeks, hoping that he would feel the same way she had just moments ago. "see i'm warm."

eleanor wasn't sure if she was okay, every basic need such as water, food and some form of getting clean were required. looking down at her body and then back to nikolas she shrugged. "everything felt so dull until i found you...." she trailed off to see the apartment, realizing no one was actively living in it. there was no life or happiness, only dust and some boxes. ellie's eyes found his again. "nik, i'm so sorry." she admitted, even though there was nothing for her to be sorry for, she still felt a deep sense of guilt. "i just crawled out of a grave and i'm such a mess...."

all she wanted was for him to hold her and never let go. his touched solved so many problems in the past, but could it now? there was no tell of how long she'd been in that coffin. eleanor wasn't even sure if she remembered anything after her death. no heaven waited for her, just the feeling of that he was missing.

" how is this possible ? " he breathed . he had felt an unwavering amount of emotions . nikolas had felt happiness , joy , guilt , worry , love , and grief among other things as his piercing blue eyes searched for an explanation . the sandy blonde male wondered if turning off his emotions meant burying the thing he loved the most . " this can't be real . . this is just all in my head . " he breathed the words to himself , that or i've completely gone mad , he assumed before he felt her hands on his cheekbone .

the words whispered from her lips played on his ears like a symphony as she spoke his name ;; and in that moment he knew the truth . his fiance wasn't some hallucination or some vivid image he had conjured up in his mind . no , she was real , she was alive . " elle . " he whispered . all nikolas wanted to do was pull eleanor into him and hold her tight , but the fear of harming her stayed forefront . " oh , my god , are you okay ? " his questioned as they spoke at the same time , but he heard her question . how long has it been ? she had asked . " too long ?" he found himself staring into her haunting baby blue eyes , afraid more then anything that he would lose her again .

guilt swelled in the demon's chest as she began walking towards mariana. gabriela hadn't made it to the rescue, instead she went on a search for any of raymis's weaknesses. there were a few decent leads but they would've rather been there to rescue their daughter. shaking her head, she took let out a deep sigh. all of this was her fault even if kaya felt differently, it was gabi who struck the relationship with someone filled with so much anger and violence, but it wasn't like she had been in the right mindset at the time. meeting raymis happened to be the spark that lit the powder keg of dark energy being released from the new demon. that energy was something she tried keep from her kids, not to keep them in ignorance but simply because she was scared of looking like a monster. because well she had done some monstrous things, killed people and sent their souls to eternal damnation. no matter how much therapy and time passed, it was something that would never leave her.

gabi had done her best to not startle mariana but of course she was jumpy, the two hadn't yet spoken about what raymis did to her. "sorry baby, i didn't mean to, i just..." stumbling over their words, the demon decided to just take a seat near the peaceful lake. closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, doing everything in her power to allow the gentle noises to provide relief. "i'm just checking on you, i'm sorry i wasn't there to get you. i was trying to figure out how to make sure that bastard can never touch any of us again."

Marina sat by the tranquil lake in the park, seeking solace and trying to calm her mind from the recent events that had left her feeling unsettled. With her back turned to the water, she focused on the gentle ripples and the peaceful surroundings, willing herself to relax.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder, causing her to spin around in horror, a gasp escaping her lips as she jumped out of her skin. Her eyes widened in surprise as she laid eyes on the figure before her, a mixture of fright and curiosity evident in her expression.

"I-I'm sorry, d-did you need something?" Marina stammered, her words faltering as she struggled to compose herself, her gaze meeting the person who had interrupted her moment of solitude by the lake.

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it was often that josie would see her twin sister in a crowd, only to blink and realize it was her mind playing tricks, because of course she wasn't actually there. yet, each time she closed her eyes tightly to re-open them, lizzie still managed to be standing there only feet away. "what the..." she trailed off, her whole face growing warm which was met with an icy chill. the whole thing was overstimulating and it didn't take long for the panic to bubble from her stomach into her chest.

the remark made her scowl, the same way she would before the merge. "elizabeth saltzman you can't seriously be risen from the dead and shocked that me of all people are staring." running to her twin, she hugged her tightly, not even waiting for the other to adjust. to hold lizzie near caused tears to fill josie's eyes. "is it really you?" with the way her life had been lately, she wouldn't be shocked if this was some sick joke.

location: a bench in the French quarter.

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she was enjoying the feeling of being alive, herself trying to ignore the feeling of uneasiness that was felt through ever bone and vein in her body. eyes closed, head tilted upwards, trying to catch the sun rays against her face. “you know, if you took a picture, it would last longer.” lizzie remarked, opening her eyes to look at the other.

of course she rolled her eyes at him, because no matter how many years the two had been together, elijah still expected her to run when danger was close. that wasn't the hybrids nature, well not anymore, hayley refused to run after giving birth to hope. knowing that to make her past right, she would have to push on through and set a good example. as the years passed, it became part of her personality, being the one who stood her ground in the face of adversity. she would do it proudly, even now.

something was inside of her husband, using him like a puppet to cause destruction, but why? as elijah spoke, it sent a shiver down her spine because it wasn't his voice. it wasn't the tone of anyone she'd heard before. furrowing her brows was her only response before being thrown into a brick building, her back slamming into the hard wall. taking a deep breath was all that could be done, because soon whatever this thing was, stood above her. "oh i'm sure you'll make me suffer, isn't that your types whole deal? make others suffer instead of looking inward?" her tone was filled with sass, unable to hold it back from how much anger that sparked in her chest. allowing her face to soften, she looked into his eyes, speaking to him and not whoever was inside of him. "you are stronger than this, elijah. i know you are."

Elijah wanted nothing more than to rip his own heart out, desiccate himself. Anything to prevent what was happening. But when she spoke, his heart rate ramped up so much higher. His fear spiked. He knew she was in danger, but he didn’t know what this was. He didn’t know how to control it. He only knew he had fleeting moments. Letting go of the innocent, the mere struggle it took to meet her eyes nearly gave everything over to whatever was lingering in his body. “Hayley…” his voice is dangerous, because it’s a plea. Begging her to take off running without saying the words.

But instantaneously his shoulders relax and eyes are burning with a brightness that is nowhere near the steady soft brown of Elijah’s. The free hand snaps to her while the other settles for her throat. “Kò sa a se pou mwen kounye a. And you…. You can’t save him.” The hand at her throat lifts her so easily, a hand that had just only the night before touched her with such assured gentile. “How does it feel… to know this body, these memories will all be erased? I like this body. It’s strong.” The voice doesn’t match the face, the hiss, the accent heavy in creole twang. “And if you try to remove me… I’ll destroy it.” With that Hayley is launched clear across the street into the building made of brick, but the being inhabiting Elijah is right back on top of her. “Shall I spare you the pain of watching? Or make you suffer? Decisions, decisions….”

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everything was going so well and had josie not been caught up in this rush of feelings, she would've been much more prepared for the other shoe to drop. first it was one scream and then soon it was followed by others, while they realized what was happening, waiters threw off their masks revealing their hunter identities. the siphoner's eyes darted from kaya to the exits, before standing at the others side. "there is an exit right there." she pointed a few feet to their right. "to use my magic i'm going to need to siphon it from you, is that okay? i won't use too much, so that you can still fight, but i can at least make sure no one hurts us." it felt so personal taking energy from another, something she'd really never discuss but since the two had just shared a soft moment, it felt proper to ask for consent.

"Oh, that's amazing," Kaya said. "I love it there. It feels almost like a safe place, like nothing bad could ever happen when you're surrounded by art. Maybe you could show me your favorite pieces some time?" Kaya asked as they continued to sway to the music. Of course, she'd noticed Josie's beauty before, but being this close to her, she felt her hands get clammy and her cheeks continue to blush no matter what was said. Or maybe that was just the hellhound in her, always on fire. "Oh, um, yes! I'm a painter actually. Mostly oil, lots of landscapes and figures. I have a piece up at Dutch Alley right now. It's actually a scene I did of Hope a few months ago."

"i don't think i've been in a relationship at all..." the siphoner admitted, maybe it was the atmosphere, or maybe it was the drinks, but it felt as if she could say anything tonight. "there have been a lot of one night stands, but i don't think anyone has ever stayed long enough for it to be considered anything other than that." her eyes scanned the crowd, trying to spot someone who wasn't already paired up. "breaking up before a fancy ball is rough, but now you got some more choices. there are several pretty people in the room and a decent amount of the single ones are hovering near the bar. see anyone you like?"

"I both love and hate that I am single," she admitted as she looked over at Josie with a 'please entertain me' look on her face. "I've pretty much only been in 1 relationship in my life so I don't even know what my type is. Like of all times to break up we chose right before a ball"

"i'm always ready to bolt." hayley admitted looking around the room as people went about their night with carefree attitude, but with the way her life had been, she'd never learned to settle. turns out the feeling was never wrong, her fight response was always correct when it came to these things. it was visible, only the screams could be heard at first, but then she noticed the waiters walk in some type of position before taking of their masks and bringing out hidden weapons. "and this is exactly why..." she trailed off, grabbing a knife from her small purse, before bearing her claws. turning quickly to beau, her eyes grew wide. "have you seen hope or charlie?"

To say the least, things were a little complex for him now. Navigating the world knocked his footing off as he tried to settle into the new shoes being a hybrid had put him in. More often than not, he'd withdrawn into the background until he could surely trust himself again. That was going to take time, and work. But one thing he could always trust was Hayley. So when he noticed her at the bar, looking a might bit off center and focused, his spidey-senses went off and he moved closer to her. "You look like you're ready to bolt.... something up?"

she knew something was wrong, from the moment she set foot on the property, her gut was telling her that this wasn't right. so when motives were revealed, the hybrid was ready to fight for her families survival. with claws and fangs at the ready, she made her way through hunters while remaining on the search for her children. her vision was altered, the only focus being each hunters heartbeat the rest blurred. she wasn't herself anymore, something else altogether, something she knew so well and yet tried to hide away. because she wanted to be better, for her children, for the people around her. that's why she joined the faction, to make sure that klaus didn't go too far when given so much power. to make sure that her children could then have some of their own and not worry about supernatural politics.

it was a long shot, she knew that it was going to take a lot of hard work to undo centuries of damage, but she'd try with all her might to make it right. she sensed him, way before he was ever in sight, all she saw was red until she placed a hand on his shoulder. meeting his angry glare, she rolled her eyes and smirked. blood covered her white gown, hair now messy, mask ripped off by some hunter long ago. "yeah we all know how much i enjoy playing by the rules." wiping the sweat off her brow, she gave him a look. "have you seen any of the kids?"

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he  despised  surprises,  especially  those  he  hadn't  meticulously  orchestrated  himself  or  those  that  threatened  the  safety  of  his  loved  ones.  it  was  a  point  of  pride  that  he  hadn't  threatened  or  killed  anyone  in  a  considerable  time.  yet ┈┈  as  he  watched  the  hunter  dispatch  vampires  with  impunity,  he  felt  that  familiar ┈┈  bloodthirsty  urge  surge  within  him,  questioning  if  he  had  grown  too  soft  over  the  years.  no,  of  course  he  hadn't.  but  where  once  his  instinct  would  have  been  to  attack  and  kill  with  unrestrained  pleasure ┈┈ he  knew  this  time  it  wasn't  an  option.

instead ┈┈  he  moved  like  a  specter  through  the  chaos,  navigating  the  maelstrom  of  thrown  bodies  and  pools  of  crimson  staining  the  floors  and  linens  of  tables.  his  eyes  darted  through  the  crowd,  desperately  searching  for  his  family.  their  safety  was  his  only  priority.  a  sudden  hand  on  his  shoulder  made  his  hybrid  senses  flare ┈┈  eyes  shifting  to  a  dangerous  black  with  golden  irises  peeking  through  the  inky  darkness.  he  turned,  ready  to  strike.

"you,"  he  growled,  his  features  relaxing  slightly  as  recognition  dawned,  eyes  returning  to  their  normal  state  before  turning  and  continuing  in  the  direction  he  was  headed.  "rule  one  in  survival:  don't  sneak  up  on  a  hybrid,  you  should  be  familiar  with  this  should  you  not?"