『Chapter Fifty-Four』
『goodbye, goodbye, goodbye』

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   Bodie spent most of the night after the attack against him packing most of his things, he managed to compel some people into helping with his bags. He found himself more angry than anything else, wanting nothing more than to kill the ones that tried to kill him, but he knew better. He didn't want to fight against people that want him dead more than anything else, he knew that for the sake of himself, he needed to leave.

   There was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to cry, he'd lost Henry. Although he knew that he was losing Henry, to know that he'd fully and truly lost his brother, was something that made him more broken than anything else. He always thought that he would have Henry by his side, but he supposed not. Was he always bound to lose his family? Was he always bound to lose the people that he calls family?

   He shook his head slightly, he'd picked up a photo that he had on bedside table, it was a photo of him and the Woodford's. It was a photo that they took before everything became a mess, it was a photo that Bodie took so long ago that Bodie forgot when it truly was taken. Bodie shut his eyes and took in a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to clear his mind, he didn't want to think about the siblings that he no longer has.

   Bodie will never get the siblings that he had back and that was something that he has to get used to more than anything. He was alone, the one thing that he didn't want to be, and yet he was forced to be it. He was alone and this was something that he was afraid of more than anything. He didn't want to be alone, and it was clear to him that he was always destined to be alone.

   He was always going to be alone, and this was something that he needed to get used to. He shook his head, knowing that he needed to focus, he wanted to leave before anyone else decided to come and fight him, to try and kill him. He needed somewhere new to stay, but he supposed that it was something that he would need to figure out.

   He was going to have a new life and although he wanted to stay here in Mystic Falls given that it was his home once, he knew that it was no longer the home that he wished that it was. He knew that he needed to find a new place to call home, and yet, when he thought of home, nothing seemed to come to mind. Bodie never truly was home for him, even after a thousand years, there was no true home, unless one counted New Orleans, but even still.

   He shook his head slightly, taking in a deep breath. There was nothing else for him here and the last thing that he wanted was to stay in a place where everyone hated him. He knew that he made mistakes, but the one thing that he didn't notice was how he had been driving everyone that still cared about him away as well. This wasn't the life that he wanted and yet it was the life that his choices gave to him.

   Bodie shoved the photo frame of him and the Woodford's into his suitcase, shitting it and dragging it off his bed. Everything in his room had been stripped of its belongings, all of it in his car, he'd even taken the bedding, knowing that the last thing that he wanted in his new home was to buy new bedding. It felt almost weird to see his room so bare, though he thought that he'd be used to such a thing given the amount of times that he had to do this.

   Bodie just sighed, having to remind himself that there was nothing here for him anymore, his stuff in the most recent years were shoved in his car. The rest was in a storage unit from before he and Henry moved into Mystic Falls, he knew that he had to collect that sooner or later once he's found a place that he can stay.

   There was a moment where he wondered whether or not he could make a home out of the side of a mountain, though he quickly shoved that thought aside, knowing that the last thing that he wanted to rely on was the blood of animals. The thought alone made him shiver. He knew that leaving Mystic Falls to find another home was going to be painful, but it was something that he needed to do more so than anything else.

   Wherever he called home, he knew that he had to not fuck it up no matter what. His new home needed to be permanent or something of the sort. Wherever it was, he hoped that it would give him a chance to have the life that he craved, to be the person that he knew his parents would want—to be the person that he wanted. And all that he wanted was to be happy and loved, so that was the life that he was going to get for himself.

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   Bodie spent a good couple of days on the road and some nights in a hotel room, Bodie found himself in Phoenix, Arizona. He'd decided halfway across the country that he might as well go there, he couldn't remember the last time that he'd been there—in fact, he wasn't sure if he ever had been there, but it was something that he was unsure of. It didn't matter, what mattered was the fact that he decided that this was going to be the home that he stayed in for as long as possible.

   He will make this his home until he decides to leave. Though there was a part of him that hoped that he could stay here for as long as possible, though he had a feeling that he might have to move if his troubles decide to follow after him—he hoped that they wouldn't, he didn't want anything of the sort to follow him.

   He found himself using people to help him unpack, he'd gotten himself a flat before he made his way here, wanting nothing more than to settle in. The one thing that Bodie was glad that he didn't have to worry about was getting himself furniture, though, he found himself worrying about whether or not he could make this space his. He never truly had a place to himself, one that was just his and nothing else, he'd always shared a place with either the Woodford's, the Mikaelson's, or anyone that would be more than willing to allow him to stay in their place.

   The more that he thought about it, the more that he realised that it made him almost excited, he was excited to see what kind of place he'd make his space. Of course, he knew that expressing himself in such a space made him rather nervous, not knowing how to do such a thing. He shook his head slightly, knowing that these thoughts was something that he didn't need to be consumed of.

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   Bodie settled into Phoenix rather quick, he'd gotten a few texts from Henry that Bodie chose to ignore, knowing that for the sake of himself it was for himself. He'd found himself bonding with a small group of outcast witches who Bodie enjoyed spending time with, in more ways than one.

   There was one witch that he enjoyed more than he thought he would, it was like he had a connection with her the second that he met her. Her hair was dark like black or something of the sorts, though in some lights her hair seemed purple, it was the one thing that Bodie found interesting. He knew that he was someone that could fall for someone quick, and yet there was something about this witch that brought him in more than anything.

   Throughout his time at Phoenix, he found himself enjoying it more with this witch—he learned that her name was Ajax—they'd spent as much time together as they could, he knew that being connected to her meant that there was a chance that she could get hurt in the process, but Bodie was away from his issues, and he hoped more than anything else that he could spend as much time with Ajax as he could. She was mortal, after all, and being in love with a mortal was something that always brought him pain, and he knew that he needed to spend as much time as he could with her.

   He knew that it was stupid, knowing the limited time that they knew each other, but in all honesty, Bodie felt like he knew her longer. He found peace with Ajax, he found peace with her, all of his life was just pure chaos, and he brought her peace. All Bodie knew was chaos, all he knew was this constant need to look over his shoulder, and when he was with Ajax, it was like there was nothing else for him to worry about as a whole.

   There was something about Ajax that pulled him in, he knew that there was a chance that he needed to be smart about all of this, but her magic was different than what he'd seen, and that was something of interest. Her magic was dark, he'd seen dark magic before, but this was something different—something that was captivating than any other type of magic that he'd seen. It was something else that Bodie found rather interesting than anything else.

   He was interested in the way that she could control certain things that other witches couldn't, like manipulating shadows, it was something that he enjoyed seeing more than anything. There were moments where he realised that this darkness around Ajax was something that he enjoyed, it was something that he realised that brought him some form of peace, something that didn't hurt him like other people's darkness—like his own.

   Him and Ajax in their limited amount of time together, spent it as a couple. Her friends seemed hesitant about their relationship, he'd heard their comments about how Bodie was this Original Hybrid that brought nothing but pain. He'd heard their comments about how Bodie was a monster which was why he no longer had the Siphoner hybrids by his side. Although hearing those comments brought him some form of pain, it didn't matter to him because he still had Ajax who didn't care about what her friends said.

   He was happy here in Phoenix, there was nothing for him to worry about. He knew that he couldn't be tracked—thanks to Ajax not wanting any of the Mikaelson's to find him or anyone that wanted him dead—and he found that the life that he had here was something that he liked. He found everything that he needed to, of course, he'd kept taps on the ones that might try and come after him—again, Ajax was nervous about them coming after him.

   He'd kept tabs on them, he'd noticed how Rebekah had left for an island somewhere, Bodie wasn't that much concerned anymore. If it was for the cure, Bodie found himself not caring, anything to do with the cure was something that didn't concern him. If Henry decided to go through the plan of using the cure on Klaus then so be it. Nothing about anything going on in Mystic Falls was his concern anymore.

   Bodie was happy here, he had Ajax, he had a life that he wanted where he had no problems and no issues that were drastic. He didn't need to worry about the people that wanted him dead, not anymore. He had someone that he loved, and she loved him too, that was all that was needed. He was happy. This was the life that he needed, he no longer wanted to live a life under a promise or in hopes to make his parents proud, this was his life and he needed to live it. And he intended to live it with Ajax and whatever future lied ahead of them both.

   This was all that Bodie ever wanted. All that he ever needed. All that he ever wished, someone that he loved and that someone loved him back.

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