𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊: 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲 𝗠𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
Chapter Thirty-Five
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Goodbye Mystic Falls
Sitting in Mrs Farmery's living room I pick at nails, blood dribbling down my fingers in a few spots as Elijah and Klaus argue elsewhere in the house. I had no idea that Damon was in trouble, no idea that Tyler Lockwood had bitten him that night whilst he was trying to take care of me. That witch of Klaus' partially took away the strength of my banishment curse, the one that seals away the wolf that is hungry to escape, leading him to be caught off guard, to get bitten, because of me.
  "I'm leaving, with or without you!" I demanded, bellowing out into the house, knocking open the front door as quick-paced feet followed me out from the house.
  "You're not going anywhere," Klaus growls, seizing my lower arm in his powerful grip, tightening my distance from the house to the car like I was a dog on a leash.
  "Good thing I don't take orders from anyone, especially not from you." I sneered in response, to which Elijah held Klaus back from 'doing something he would later regret' as I took charge, heading towards the driver's side of a car Elijah had commandeered. Both Mikaelsons' soon followed, Klaus sitting in the passenger seat as Elijah took his place in the back. The newly turned hybrid announced that we would be going to Alaric's apartment before venturing to the Boarding House, bargaining that if I wanted my brother to live, I'd do as he said.
There was the ultimatum, the decision between life and death, submission and domination; Klaus had the cure. So either I listened to Klaus or my brother died. Walking up the staircase with both brothers in tow, the apartment door was easily opened, as we entered Katerina was stood with an unwelcome guest: Stefan.
  "Klaus, your back." Katerina breathes, fake relief as she holds back my brother against the wall.
  "Look who decided to come for a visit," she announced, pulling him to face us Stefan looked at me in confusion. Silently asking if this is where I had been the whole time, if this was the side that I had chosen.
  "You Salvatores just keep popping up, don't you?" Klaus asked rhetorically, a casually evil smile sketched across his features as he looked towards the two vampires standing side-by-side.
  "I need your help. For our brother," Stefan responds, walking towards us as I meet him in the middle, draping my arms over his shoulders briefly. The hug doesn't last long as his steps continue, confronting the hybrid head-on.
"Well, whatever it is, it's going to have to wait a tick. You see, I have an obligation to my brother that requires my immediate attention." Klaus responded, walking straight past Stefan and I towards the direction of Katerina as both my brother and Elijah talk. A horrid feeling fills the air as I train my eyes on Elijah. Instinctively my hand reaches for my brother's jacket, squeezing the leather between my fingers as I once did with his cotton shirts, true worry had only begun to set in now. Two days ago we lost two of the most meaningful people in our joint lives, now today we might lose Damon too. Anything imaginable was a price I was willing to pay, my life included.
The air in the room seems to come to a standstill as Klaus' voice sounds into the room, not long after Elijah had stopped conversing with my brother. Elijah's sharp shout compels me to leap forward, calling out for my closest friend as Stefan holds me back, preventing me from causing myself harm in protecting the now desiccated Original. Klaus' feet are quick to shove back Stefan, landing my brother's back into the crunching brick wall as he whispers over to him. My eyes catch Katerina's, dumbfoundedness evident in both of our features as our eyes part by Klaus' order, he compels her to grab hold of me as he lands a stake inside of Stefan's chest, taunting him at the concept of death as Katherine holds me back. My chained wolf was no match for her half-a-millennia old strength, her arms holding me close to her as she defends Stefan's actions.
  "The witches said you had a cure. Make me a deal. Just give me the cure and I'll do whatever you want. Leave Marielle out of this." He grunts, holding onto Klaus for support as he pleads for my safe return, nevertheless, I procured a deal with the devil long before he did. When I was grabbing hold of Elijah's suit-clad arms, tears threatened to finally spill as my foot tapped relentlessly against the wooden cottage floor. In that moment I had begged for my brother's life to be spared. Due to Klaus' mercy, when Stefan falls to the floor I use my abilities to escape from Katerina's grasp, the small amount of pain I was able to give her freed me as I held my brother close through his pain. His animal diet really wasn't helping in these kinds of situations.
  "Trouble is, I don't know if you'd be any good to me the way you are now. You're just shy of useless," he commented, taking a large swig of what seemed to be blood as both myself, Stefan and Katherine stood wary of Klaus.
  "I heard about this one vampire, crazy bloke, always on and off the wagon for decades. When he was off, he was magnificent. 1917, he went into Monterey and wiped out an entire migrant village. A true ripper. Sound familiar?" he draws out the story of his plans, just as he always had, he was planning on tearing my brother apart from the inside, from the very poison that swirled in his veins; human blood.
  "I haven't been that way in a very long time." Stefan comments in response, my hand still comfortingly sat on his back as I knew the very road Klaus was coercing him down. To save Damon, he had to become the very thing he hated most.