"𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒹"

Blood-curdling screams echo throughout the house, the pure agony and heartbreak heard in each of them. Red, hot liquid slowly trickles drop by drop onto the wooden floorboards below, sped up only by the occasional gust of wind that flows through the open front door. The teenage girl watches the two people stare at her in utter horror, however, her eyes focus specifically on the brunette's reaction. A dry laugh escapes her lips, and she clasps her hands behind her back. "So, Elena, how's it feel to have one of the people closest to you die?"

Elena sniffles as her vision is blurred by the tears that continue to uncontrollably stream down her cheeks. Her eyes widen and she manages to stutter out, "I-I, why? Why me? Why did you do this to me?"

"That's incredible." The girl with the blonde hair shakes her head and scoffs in disbelief, taking a small step closer to the couple a few metres away from her. "I just killed your brother, and you're still making it about you. I was expecting, 'Why did you do this to him?'"

Elena's face contorts as sobs wrack through her body, and the girl opposite her rolls her eyes in boredom. Then, she reaches behind her and blindly grabs something off the table. A few seconds later, that 'something' thuds softly before Elena's feet. The Gilbert gags in disgust at the sight of her brother's severed head, and the man beside her protectively pulls her behind him.

The following few moments occur quickly.

Before Elena can even begin to process it, the teenager opposite her has Damon Salvatore in a headlock, his hands desperately clawing at his throat as he struggles to breathe. "L-let me go," he protests.

The small smile that appears on the girl's face causes the Gilbert girl to cower away at the feigned innocence. "Sure, why not?" The vampire releases a guttural scream the second fangs dig into his shoulder, leaving a large bite indented into the skin. Ophelia Stone pulls away and wipes the leftover blood off her chin, her lips twisting into a satisfied smile as she stares at the werewolf venom that glistens over his gnarly wound. "You can die a horribly painful death knowing that there was no way you could save her."

The two people in the room stare at her in confusion, and before one of them can question anything, the girl speeds forward and effortlessly snaps Elena's neck, causing her to drop lifelessly to the floor like a rag doll. Damon's expression turns into one of shock and despite the deadly wound on his arm, he runs forward and crouches down next to the dead female. His hands shake over her body as his brain refuses to process what has just occurred. 

With a triumphant smile, Ophelia strains her hearing to listen for any lingering beats of a heart. When she cannot hear anything coming from the body, she sighs in relief. "Fucking hell, what a day."

The vampire snaps his head over to the girl with a murderous fire of rage within his eyes. Sure enough, they then glow a brilliant red, and he speeds forward to pin the girl up against the wall. With a hand cutting off her oxygen supply, Ophelia gasps for breath similarly like Damon had done minutes ago. "You killed them," he seethes. "Klaus would have never done that."

Damon. Really?

Ophelia giggles at his statement, yet the laughter is cut off as the man tightens his grip on her throat. "Oh, trust me, h-he wanted to."

"Bonnie will never forgive you, no one here will ever forgive you."

Finally having enough of pretending, she rolls her eyes and her hand flies up to grip onto Damon's outstretched arm. One by one, she pulls his fingers back until she hears a sickening crack, resulting in the man to release his hold and stumble backward with a groan. "You know what, Demon? I don't fucking care. Like, I don't think I could care any less."

His eyes widen with realisation as he watches the girl pick idly away at her fingernails. "You turned it off," he states.

"Duh," she drawls out. "Your voice is annoying me, like really, really annoying me. So, this is for manipulating and raping Caroline, torturing me, temporarily killing my older brother and trying to kill Kol, stabbing Rebekah and Elijah in the backs-literally, and just being an overall dick." In a matter of seconds, Ophelia reaches her hand into the man's chest and pulls out his dead, beating heart. Snatching her arm out of his body, the blood from the organ drips onto the floor, adding to the already crimson stained carpet. "That's what you get when you mess with a Mikaelson," she whispers.

Damon's eyes remain wide, then finally his body collapses to the ground with a loud thud.

Ophelia sighs, letting the heart slide off her palm and onto the woollen rug. She scans the living room quickly and with a smile that could be found in a Steven King novel, she douses the canister of gasoline she had brought with her all over the flooring and furniture. With a single flick, the teenage girl lets her lighter drop onto the floor.

Standing back outside, she watches with delight as the Gilbert residence slowly goes up into roaring flames. Her tongue darts out to lick over her bottom lip, and she hums as she tastes the remnants of vampire blood.

"Man, that was fun."

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Black leather boots begrudgingly trudge through a deserted car park, and the teenager blowing a stray stand of blonde hair out of her eyes. She spots the glowing bar sign up ahead, glances around her, then decides to go inside. A quiet jingle reaches her ears as the bell rings, nearby heads turning over in her direction. However, as quick as they had turned, each customer returns to their own prior conversation in disinterest. She collapses down on a lone stool at the bar, and her leather clad shoulders sag in exhaustion.

"Hi, hon, what can I get for you?"

At the bartender's voice, Ophelia lifts her head and answers nonchalantly, "Bourbon. Neat."

The woman raises her perfectly manicured eyebrows and looks the girl up and down sceptically. "I'll need some ID."

"For fuck's sake," she mutters to herself. Her green eyes move off the counter and narrow as she stares at the employee opposite her. "I've had a shit day- no, I've had a shit few years. So, unless you want this whole place to turn into chaos, I'd give me the drink."

As her English accent leaves her lips, her pupils dilate. In a daze, the bartender nods without hesitation, a hint of fear lacing her tone as she replies, "Of course, apologises."

The blonde smiles in satisfaction and watches the honey-coloured liquid pour into a tumbler glass. When the drink is finally placed in front of her, she raises it up to the woman. "Cheers." And with one gulp, the bourbon is downed. Despite the alcohol now running through her veins, Ophelia still doesn't feel satisfied. Something's missing.

With her gaze not leaving the strange customer, the bartender dryly swallows. "Miss, is everything okay? Can I get you another?"

"Don't call me 'Miss.' I'm seventeen and it makes me feel old. I'm not my brother. Any of my family actually. They're old."

Her supernaturally enhanced hearing tunes into the loud pulsating heartbeat that rings through her head. Her eyes close when that one turns into multiple. Not only can she hear the closest one to her located behind the bar, but Ophelia can hear every single heart beating in the building.

She inhales a deep breath, her lips tugging upwards at the comforting and familiar smell. "Although since you asked, I just realised I'm hungry." The bartender's eyes widen when the girl's voice softens to a deadly quiet whisper. However, she braces herself to run when the stranger's eyes morph from their pretty green to a violent red with traces of golden yellow spotted throughout. "No, that's not the right word... I'm starving." As she watches the woman spin around to run, Ophelia sighs to herself. "Why do they always run?"

In a millisecond, the girl follows the woman to the back exit with a piercing set of fangs on display. Along with the scarlet eyes, dark veins crawl down underneath, almost as if tendrils of ivy are growing on her cheeks. Her hand snaps out and grips onto the woman's arm, tightly holding her in place.

"W-what are you?"

"Me?" A chilling laugh leaves Ophelia's mouth. "Darling, I'm your worst nightmare." Without another hesitation, she plunges her fangs into the woman's neck. A satisfying crunch reaches her ears as her teeth piece the delicate skin, and the ravishing taste of blood enters her mouth. As she holds the victim in her arms, the woman's attempts to escape slowly become weaker. Eventually, her body falls limp, drained of any remaining life. So, Ophelia throws the body to the side and gratefully smiles. "You were lovely."

As she walks back into the bar, customers turn her way once again. Choruses of hushed whispers of alarm spread throughout the room at the sight of a girl with stains of blood around her mouth.

Ophelia's eyes widen innocently as she looks across the sea of adults. "What's wrong?" When she touches her lip, she clicks her tongue and sighs. "Shit, I left a bit."

But it's when she sucks the liquid off her fingertip that chairs screech against the wooden floors.

"Well, can't leave any witnesses, can we? This is going to be fun." She frowns, then it's replaced with a devious smirk as her hybrid features adorn her face once more. "For me, not you."

Body after body drops to the ground, each one vacant of blood. Ophelia Stone leaves one alive, purely out of curiosity. As the man stares at the teenager in utter terror, he attempts to plead for his life. "Please, I have a wife-two kids!"

In response, she only rolls her eyes for what seems like the millionth time today. "Don't you get it? None of you understand. I don't care."

His body begins to tremble in fear, and she chuckles at his rapidly beating heart. "What d-do you want?"

The girl raises her hand and drags a sharp, painted nail along his jawline, taking a deep breath and inhaling the familiar scent of death. "Closest place to here. What's the nearest town?"

"U-um, Beacon Hills. Few miles."

Ophelia gives him a devilish smile, her tight grip on his collar never faltering. "Wonderful."

"What are you?"

"I've got a little bit of wolf and a little bit of vampire. Really though, I'm feeling quite generous." Her hand falls to her side and she points to the door that is now hanging wide open. "Off you go, before I change my mind."

The man stares at her in disbelief then quickly runs out the entrance, his figure slowly disappearing into the car park.

"Pity, I changed my mind."

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With the windows down, Arctic Monkeys blasting, and her hair flying in the breeze, Ophelia licks her lips clean to savour the remaining taste of O negative. As her flaming red '1963 Porsche 356B Karmann Coupe' flies down the tarmac highway, the teenager hums along to the song as she makes her way to the town that she had been directed to.

Beacon Hills. Why not?

After everything that had happened over the span of the last week, Ophelia is desperate for a fresh start. Maybe not a fresh start, but a place where no one knows who she is, what she is, and somewhere to have a little fun. When her vehicle drives past the town's sign, Ophelia's eyes dart around her unfamiliar surroundings. She moves her foot onto the break to slow the car, giving her enough time to read street signs to give her any sense of direction.

But disrupting her peaceful quiet, her song is abruptly paused and instead exchanged for her phone's loud ring tone. The hybrid's pursed lips quickly upturn into a wide grin, and she immediately accepts the call. "It's my favourite vampire! What can I do for you today, Steven?"

"Oh, cut the bullshit, Ophelia. Where's my fucking car?"

"Your car? Right now?"

"No, yesterday. Yes, right now!"

"It's on a road in California."

The man on the other side of the phone loudly scoffs, his voice raising with irritation and impatience. "And how would you know that?"

Ophelia's grin only widens. "'Cause I'm driving it."

The phone line falls silent for a few seconds, and the next time he speaks, his voice is considerably quieter, almost in a threatening manner. "You better be joking because if you stole my car, I'll-"

"What? You'll come and kill me?" She tuts. "Stefano, come on, let's not be daft here."

"You and your fucking egotistical family! No, you're lucky I haven't killed you yet after my brother and E-"

"I'm so sorry. Steffy, it sounds like you're breaking up," Ophelia interrupts swiftly. She bites the inside of her cheek to refrain her chuckle and parks the car. "I-don't-good-recep-here..."

"Ophelia Stone, you're a dead wo-"

And her giggle finally floats through the air as her finger presses on phone and the call hangs up. "You and your egotistical family," she mimics in Stefan's lower tone.

The teenager sighs and gets out the car, giving it a last lingering stare before turning her back and walking up the driveway marked with a 'Home Open' sign. After a brief knock, the front door swings open and she is greeted by a man wearing a formal suit, giving her a warm smile. "Hi, here for the showing?" When she nods, he gestures an arm out to let her walk in. "Come on in."

The girl flashes him a smile, however, it disappears the minute he leaves her sight. She looks down to the line that divides the veranda and the doorframe, and she hesitantly takes a step forward. When her leg passes into the house, Ophelia sighs in relief.

"Here is the kitchen. This entire property is filled with high end appliances, state of the art fixtures-"

With a loud voice, Ophelia interrupts the real estate agent's pitch. Her accent rings out through the room as she attempts to clear the rest of the buyers. "This house is sold, no need to manipulate and lie to any more of these poor people."

Murmurs spread throughout the group of potential buyers and the agent's face morphs into one of alarm. "No! No, I have no idea what this woman is talking about."

"Well, there's no point because I'm going to bet that I have more money than all of these people combined." Her eyebrows raise and she slightly smiles. "Scram."

And one by one, each member of the group leaves the house. With a pleased smile on her face, Ophelia leans against the door frame watching the estate agent protest and try to stop people from leaving. Eventually he returns with a large scowl prominent on his face. "You need to leave."

She chuckles in amusement and shakes her head. "I don't think so, because I'm prepared to offer you twice as much you have marketed this house for."

The man's eyes widen in disbelief. "You have four million dollars?"

"I have a lot of money. So, unless you want to lose your job, I'd like this house." Just as her mouth begins to close, she adds, "Fully furnished."

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Letting out a long sigh, Ophelia collapses onto her large leather sofa in exhaustion. "Thanks, Nikky," she mumbles. Closing her eyes, the girl relishes in the momentary peace and quiet. And of course, it's quickly interrupted by loud, violent knocks on her front door.

"Ofi! Open up!"

She lazily sits up and turns her head in the direction of the foyer. "No," she quietly mutters, fully aware the visitor can hear her.

Silence. Then the door swings open and crashes onto the wall behind it. The man groans in frustration. "You bitch! You put someone's name on the house?"

Ophelia throws her hands up into the air. "Well, obviously! I'm not going to end up like the bloody Salvawhores and yourself who have a vampire on the ownership papers. I'm not stupid."

"Let me in!"

The girl quietly giggles and walks down the hall to get a view of the front door. She grins at the sight of her older brother sporting a face of thunder. She raises her finger to point on her chin and bites her lip in thought. "Mm... No."

Niklaus Mikaelson scowls and gestures around him. "I had four million dollars drawn out of my account. So, technically, this is my house!"

"Actually, this is Summer Anders' house. How did you get here so quickly?" When the older hybrid grimaces but doesn't verbally reply, she scoffs. "You've been following me?"

Klaus slowly nods and his next words are filled with concern. "I was worried and just wanted to see you were okay. You left without saying anything."

"I'm fine, think I might stay in this place for a while. It's... quaint."

"Ross said he was fine, look how he ended up."

At the Friends reference, a small smile creeps onto the teenager's face and she sighs in defeat. "Summer!" Footsteps approach their direction, and after a few moments an older woman looks to the girl in question. Ophelia nods her head to the man stuck outside. "Be a darling and invite this terrible man in please."

"You may come in."

With a triumphant grin, Niklaus dramatically steps inside the large house and bows before both women. "Thank you m'lady."

Ophelia rolls her eyes at his theatrics then turns to the elderly woman. "Summer, you can go." With a curt nod, the lady walks outside but is only to be stopped by a figure speeding out and ripping into her neck. Rolling her eyes once again, Ophelia folds her arms across her chest and huffs. "Now that's just plain rude."

Carelessly tossing the now dead body to the side, Klaus shrugs. "Would have been too complicated to ask her over every time you wanted to have someone in."

"I wasn't expecting anyone!" Ophelia punches the bridge of her nose. "Your body, your problem."

He salutes as he walks past her into the house. "Will do. So," he calls back. "Quite a mess you left in Mystic Falls..."

She smiles as the memories flood back in her head. "After everything they did to us... It was either kill them, or they would eventually kill us."

Klaus lowly chuckles under his breath. "You've got one angry Salvatore on your back. And when I say angry, Fi, he's livid."

"Oh, I know, he called me a few hours ago..." She frowns. "He's very set on murdering me."

"So, what's the plan?"

She breathes out a sigh as she watches Klaus jump onto the sofa and put his feet up on the edge of the coffee table. "There isn't one. Have some fun, kill some people..."

Hearing the boredom in her voice, Niklaus' eyes widen in surprise. "You turned it off." He quickly stands up and speeds over in front of her. After studying her facial expression, he loudly sighs in disappointment. "Why? We were doing so well."

"No, you were doing well," she bluntly retorts. Pouring two glasses of a bottle of bourbon found in the liquor cabinet, Ophelia hands one to the man. "Do I need a reason?"

Klaus sets his now empty glass down, his features softening as he watches the young girl. "You could have come with us, you know, to New Orleans."

"And what? Become second to your plan to rule the 'greatest city in the world'? Klaus, I put everything aside to help you break your curse and I regret absolutely nothing. But this whole quench for power bullshit again?"

He slams his fist down onto the marble counter angrily. "I'm trying to find some place for us to be a family! All I need to do is convince Marcel to hand his reign over to me-"

"No, you want to be in the position of power," she corrects firmly. "You want control."

"Everything I'm doing, it's for you. For our family," he tries to tell her, his voice solemn.

"I think you believe that's what you're doing." She finishes the rest of her alcohol, and brightly smiles at him. "Wow, the atmosphere has become really dark all of a sudden... Look, Nik, whatever. What do I care? Go steal the throne to your city."

"That's quite the change compared to what you said a minute ago," he mutters in surprise.

"Just don't get yourself killed doing it, I'd rather not die just yet, you know... being part of your family tree and all. Elijah, Kol and Rebekah are with you, no?" When Klaus remains silent, her eyes snap over to him as he shamefully moves his gaze down to the floor. "Your heartbeat rose at Kol."

"Ofi, listen-"

"Holy shit, you daggered him again! Dick move, dude, Bex and 'Lijah must be pissed."

"Forgot you don't have emotions," Klaus mumbles to himself. "Look, if you're going to stay here, at least make use of your time."

The girl nods in agreement. "Obviously, I'm not going to sit around and do fuck all. Maybe I'll sign up for school, find some yummy kids..."

Klaus raises his eyebrows at her and rolls his eyes in exasperation. "Let's keep off the kids, please."

"When did you care about who I ate? Are we getting soft cause we're becoming a daddy?" The man's eyes glow a brilliant golden and she grins at his weak attempt to scare her. "Ah, so we are protective of the unborn thing after all."

"Shut up," he grumbles. Then, his hands clasp together, and his scowl is replaced with a smile. "Well? What are we doing?"

Ophelia's eyes narrow as she stares at him, and her arms fold across her chest. "We? I never mentioned a 'we.'"

"Think I might stay here for the day, quite a drive all the way to the future kingdom after all..."

Not wanting to end up arguing with him, she quietly groans. "Fine." Klaus grins and throws an arm over her shoulder as she picks up the keys to her car.

"Cheer up, little sister. Let's see what this drag of a town has to offer for us." As Ophelia opens the garage, Klaus lets out a whistle once the bright light flicks on. "Is that murderous Bambi's car?"

With a beam of a smile, she unlocks the vehicle for the pair to get in. "Yup."

"You're definitely dead now."

"Nikky, I've been dead for a while."

𝘏𝘪 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦!

𝘐'𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦... 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 '𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴' 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘛𝘞 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥!

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.
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