❝Blah!
I was born in a messed up century
My favorite flavored sweets are raspberry amphetamines
I bought a car, Beretta age sixteen
I brush my teeth with bleach
'Cause I ain't got time for cavities.❞
—Yungblud "Parents"

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Roxanne stood in-front of the floor length mirror, holding the black dress that Rebekah had brought up to her torso. The female Mikaelson was perched on her bed in a gorgeous green dress that accentuated her curves and brought out the green in her eyes. 

"I thought it suited you." 

"You thought right," Roxanne replied with a smile, slipping out of her pajamas. She put on a strapless bra and black, lace underwear, glancing at her friend. "Admiring the view?" 

Rebekah chuckled and rolled her eyes, looking Roxanne up and down. "I prefer brunettes." 

The blonde grinned cheekily and pulled the dress on. It was strapless, with a black, corset top that hugged her torso tightly. A plunging v-line stopped just below her breasts. "There's sticky stuff on the inside, to keep it up," Rebekah spoke. Roxanne had already noted that. 

The black fabric flowed out at her waist, black tulle and silk that swished around her hips and flowed freely. The ends of the dress swept over and touched the floor. 

She had already done her makeup with a smoky eye and scarlet red lipstick. Her hair was curled and pinned over one shoulder and Rebekah had bought her black heels. 

"You look gorgeous. My brothers are going to just eat you up." Rebekah smiled, standing and examining the girl for any imperfections. There were none. "Especially Niklaus."

"Hold your tongue, Mikaelson," Roxanne replied, but a smile played on her lips. "Please tell me that there is at least food?"

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Klaus was watching warily as Damon and Stefan Salvatore walked in on the arms of Elena. She was wearing a green ball gown and looked as boring as usual. It was the Salvatores he was more concerned with. They were known for causing trouble. 

He was standing next to the open bar, casually greeting people as they entered but not very interested in all the chatter. This was for Roxanne, who had kept him up most of the night before. His eyes swept over the crowd a few times, keeping mental notes on all the guests and who might cause trouble. But, his mind also wandered, back to the night before. 

They had slept in that glen and returned the horse the next morning, much to the dismay of the owners. He recalled Roxanne's sheepish smile as the driver of the carriage gave her a stern talking-to. She had apologized with batted eyelashes and an innocent, yet dumb blonde sort of look. Her manipulation tactics to get what she wanted were admirable. 

Klaus sipped his bourbon, searching the room for his family. Kol was flirting with a pretty redhead in the corner, a charming grin present on his face. Elijah was talking to a group of people, but his eyes quickly looked up to the stairs. 

The room went silent and Klaus followed the gazes. 

Rebekah stood on the stairs, her olive green dress swishing around her feet. "Welcome, everyone, to our home. Technically, this gala, is for charity. But, it is actually to welcome our dear friend to Mystic Falls. Roxanne St. Claire." 

Rebekah descended the stairs and looked at Elijah, who approached and stood at the foot of the stairs. Klaus felt a jealous pit grow in his stomach at the sight. His brother was the girl's date for the night, it seemed. 

That jealousy grew when she appeared. She was gorgeous. Jaw-droppingly gorgeous. She looked like she had just risen from the pits of Hell. Like the embodiment of the Devil herself. The black suited her in dress form like it did in her usual attire. 

She looked like a deity. Blessed by Aphrodite and the room was silent. Everyone was entranced by the blonde as she descended slowly, soaking up the admiration. 

When she reached the bottom, she wrapped her black lace gloved hand around Elijah's arm. As soon as she was off the stairs, the chatter had begun again. 

The Salvatores and the Gilbert girl were in the corner, speaking in hushed tones and continuously looking in Roxanne's direction. 

Klaus finished his drink and approached his brother and the mysterious blonde. 

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Roxanne smoothed down the fabric of the black dress. The silk was soft against her calloused hands, and she loved the feeling of all eyes on her as she descended the stairs.

Eyes lifted up, following her movements. Shock, awe and admiration hot in the air. She found each Mikaelson in the crowd, and her gaze finally turned to Elijah standing there. He looked handsome, noble as always. 

He offered his arm and she wrapped her hand around it, her fingers covered in lace gloves that ran up to her elbows. He lead her carefully through the crowd, but they were stopped every few feet by people eager for conversation. 

"Oh, darling, you look marvelous," a woman crooned, touching Roxanne's dress. "Absolutely stunning, how do you know the Mikaelsons?" 

Roxanne didn't reply as Elijah leisurely lead her to where Rebekah stood in the center of the room. She was nursing a glass of champagne and chatting to a very handsome older man. Her attention immediately turned to Roxanne as she approached. Elijah never dropped her arm. 

"Alright. You looked perfect, godly, honestly. There's to be a dance in five minutes, a waltz. You two shall be partners, and I suppose the others can find partners themselves. Half way through, Roxanne, I want you to switch to Niklaus." She looked past Roxanne just as a hand touched her lower back. "There you are, Nik." 

Klaus leaned in, his breath ghosting over the immortal's ear, "You look ravishing, little dove." He winked as he pulled away and Roxanne shrugged him off. 

"Thanks, wolfie. What, Bekah?" 

Rebekah huffed, scowling at her brother before rolling her eyes. "See, he's in white. You two will go from outside dancers to dancing in the center during the switch. I matched your outfits for this." She motioned to Klaus's white suit and Roxanne's black dress. "Elijah, do your duty and just make sure she switches to Klaus." 

The second eldest smiled, looking at Roxanne with a raised brow. "Yes, Rebekah, I shall. Are you ready to dance, Ms. St. Claire?" 

Roxanne laughed, squeezing his arm. "As ready as I'll ever be, 'Lijah." 

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He lead her onto the dance floor just as a classical song that Roxanne couldn't remember the name of began to play. Klaus was on the opposite side of the room, and in his arms was a blonde baby vampire that the immortal didn't recognize. Wow, his type really was blondes. 

She looked at the noble stag and pulled a face. "He's predictable." 

"Always has been," Elijah replied quietly, humor lighting up his usually stern features. "Ready to be the center of attention again, Roxanne?" 

"Always." 

They circled the floor, with Elijah leading. His hand strong on her waist and his other one gripped hers confidently. They twirled around, surrounded by other dancers and their partners. Dresses swung out, fabric catching the light. Not everyone at the party danced, but those that knew the waltz, did. 

"Why is Rebekah having us dance a centuries old waltz?" Roxanne huffed as she was twirled out and then pulled in by the Mikaelson. 

Elijah didn't reply, he was listening to the music and focused on getting them close to Klaus. The blonde looked beautiful in a navy dress, but she was just a distraction. A toy for the hybrid. 

Roxanne ignored them, but Elijah did not. "We're almost..." 

The music crescendoed and he sent her twirling. 

His hand left hers and she was free twirling across the dance floor for just a moment. The adrenaline made her pulse pound in her ears and she felt like she was the only one in the room. Then, she felt the powerful grip of the man she'd loved for centuries. 

Her eyes opened and she was met with chips of ice. "Hello, love." 

They were in the center of the dance floor. All eyes on them. The other couples had melted into the viewers as they danced. Probably directed by Rebekah. 

"Hello, Nik," Roxanne breathed, feeling her heart pound loudly in her chest. "Who was she?" 

He smiled, twirling them around. "No one that matters. Did I mention you look ravishing?" 

She laughed, he spun her out. The world was a blur around them, and it felt like they were the only people in the universe. Them, the dance floor and the music were all that mattered. 

She remembered the last time they danced together, in the living room a few rooms over. He brought her back, his hands on her hips. "I'm going to lift you." 

Her feet escaped the floor as he picked her up, still twirling before setting her down and they waltzed across the floor. The music was building for a strong finish. 

Roxanne trusted him to know what to do, because all thoughts had fled her brain. Just him. His hair, his eyes, his lips. His smell and his sound. His touch. 

Suddenly, everything was upside down as he dipped her low towards the ground. As he pulled her up, the music finished and they were met with massive applause. 

Her chest heaved, her heart was pounding and she was out of breath as she looked into those blue eyes she knew so well. "Niklaus." 

"Roxanne," he smiled and dropped her hands. She felt dizzy. "Thank you for the dance." He turned and left her there, walking to the bar and she watched him go silently. Her head was spinning, and she had the strong urge to get the hell out of this damn ball. 

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Damon followed the blonde's movements as she exited in the mansion through the patio. He followed, quickly and silently until he met her outside. There was a large yard that rolled towards the woods on one side of the house, on the other side was a pool, a stables and an orchard. She was heading into the orchard, her black dress sucking up the light of the moon. 

She had stopped under a small apple tree, and he smiled vaguely as he approached. "Hello, Roxanne." His eyes raked down her body and then back up. 

"Mr. Salvatore, my eyes are up here." She tilted her head, a wary expression clear on her face. "What're you doing here?" 

He shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets as he leaned against a tree. "Curiosity. So, you and the big bad wolf, huh?" 

"Who? Niklaus? Oh, that hasn't happened, there's no Niklaus and I. You and the dopplewhore?" She replied, her gaze boring into his. He couldn't read her, which was unusual. He was very good at reading people. 

The Salvatore shrugged, peering up at the dark sky through the trees. The clouds covered the moon and a cool wind brushed through the trees. "She's with my brother . . . how is it you're here five minutes and seem to hate her?" 

"She appears to be the only one in your little gang that isn't ever truly affected. Don't start with that Jenna of hers, she stopped caring about that rather quickly from what I hear. The witch lost her grandmother and her mother, but Elena has never seemed to care. You all sacrifice everything for her, and she never does for you." Roxanne leaned forward, her blue eyes cruel. "I intend on teaching her a lesson, just not yet. You'll thank me when it happens." She winked and Damon felt a cold knife rise in his chest at the insults she threw. "She's worse than Katarina, she's tugging both of you along while at least Katarina was honest. Someone will get hurt, but it won't be Elena, I suggest getting out before it's too late."

Damon took a step closer, ignoring the sting in his heart as he knew she was correct. "How do you know Katherine?" His eyes cold flurries as he studied her. 

Roxanne laughed, sliding her long arms around his neck as she looked up at him. "Isn't it obvious? Anyone who's anyone in the supernatural community knows Katarina Petrova. Katarina just happens to also be a close friend of mine." Her chin was tilted up, her eyes curious and cold. 

"If you're a friend of Katherine's you're not a friend of mine."

"Oh, I'm friends with everyone, Damon. If you're not my friend that makes you my enemy, and that's not a place you want to be." Rox grinned wickedly, her gray eyes blazing with contempt. "So, choose a side or lose a heart."

Damon studied her, the slight rosebud shape of her lips as they turned up into an evil smile, the fire in her eyes, the natural beauty that made her Roxanne St. Claire. She wasn't a vampire, he would smell that, but she wasn't human. He felt fear in her presence, and Damon Salvatore hated feeling fear. 

She trailed her hands down his chest, catching a button and pulling him closer so they practically touched. "What do you choose, Mr. Salvatore?"

Her breath was minty against his lips and Damon had to resist looking at her pouty mouth. He tensed his jaw and kept his gaze on hers, ignoring the party and the music that drifted from the house. They were alone in these woods. No one had seen them go. 

"I choose Elena," he breathed and his hand plunged into her chest, ripping the black fabric of her dress. She gasped, her eyes widening as she looked down in shock as he pulled his hand back, revealing her heart. 

Her body dropped to the grass which quickly pooled red with blood. He tossed her heart a few feet away and stared down at her figure. She was laid on the grass with her head up, her pale skin staining with blood. Her eyes wide open and her lips parted. She looked beautiful, but horrifying. 

Damon sighed and brushed his hands down his suit jacket, grateful he'd decided to wear black. The Salvatore turned and stalked away, leaving the body of the blonde in that orchard for someone else to find. 

Edited

August 24th, 2020

Rewritten 

May 25th - June 22nd