𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

'crying wolf and the dinner party '

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

Khoas was watching Damon with his little fling over the banister with an annoyed look, as he pushed her out the door she couldn't help but snark, "It's pathetic you need to compel someone to like you. Stefan implied you were a good lay but if you have gone to these lengths then..."

Damon shot her a glare and was about to reply when Alaric, the history teacher by day and alcohol vampire hunter by midday came through the door. Khaos threw herself over the banister and landed gracefully despite the two-story space and followed after Damon and Alaric into the study room.

"Aren't you supposed to be teaching right now?" Khaos asked Alaric who awkwardly looked at her confused, "Uh no, it's the weekend. Who are you exactly?"

Khaos shot an offended look at Damon and introduced herself with a flourish her father would be proud of, "I'm Khaos. Khaos Morningstar. Yes Lucifer is my good 'ol dad and yes my grandfather is the 'almighty' God more like an almighty pain in my ass-"

"Okay! Back to me and my brilliant murder plan. John Gilbert gave me this to kill Elijah," Damon interrupted showcasing a silver dagger.

"One, don't interrupt me again. Two, how is a puny dagger going to kill a near immortal vampire?" Khaos snarked looking over the couch at the dagger.

"Well Chaos he said you have to dip the dagger in the remains of an old white ash tree that dates back to the Originals, if there's any truth in that."

Khaos rolled her eyes at him and his stupid plan but there would have to be some truth in the matter, the most powerful beings were usually knocked down by flimsy objects like that, similar to the angel blades that Maze loved to threaten with.

Damon handed the dagger to Alaric and he observed it closely and asked, "So you think it's a setup?"

Damon shrugged and replied, while ignoring the yes from Khaos, "It could be. Guy's a weasel. Wouldn't put anything past him."

Damon turned around, heading to the bar he questioned Alaric, "What are you up to today, Mr. Saltzman?"

Alaric followed him, accepting the outstretched drink and answered with a sigh, "Well, Jenna and I were supposed to go to her family's lake house, but somehow, we both got roped into doing this Historical Society thing at the Lockwoods."

"Where Elijah's the guest of honor," Damon drawled and Alaric rolled his eyes and said, "Tell me you're not gonna kill him at the tea party."

Damon shook his head indecorously and said softly, "No. That would be stupid."

"You are stupid." Khaos stated, coming up behind him and taking the drink from his hand and gulping it down and placing the empty cup back into his hand with a smirk.

He huffed in annoyance and filled it back up after answering Alaric, "I want to know his endgame before I kill him, but I do think it's time Elijah and I officially met." He then tapped the sharp end of the dagger on Alaric's chest with a fat smirk and Alaric shook his head unamused.

"You're lucky I'm in need of more alcohol," Khaos stated, tapping Damon's chest she flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked back to her room to get changed, leaving the two men to watch her go and their eyes to drag down her body.

Any one of them would be lucky to be in the presence alone and especially without it being connected to a debt. Free of charge, Khaos felt happy that she was giving to the poor, sometimes she was just kind-hearted like that.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

Khaos looked around the subpar Lockwood Mansion with a bored expression on her face as her hand was nestled around Damon's arm as they walked through the open double door. Khaos was happy she didn't have that pesky Vampiric need to be invited into owned homes, it would've grated her soul - if she had one - over the centuries.

"There best be good, expensive alcohol." Khaos muttered to Damon and he hummed, patting her slender hand almost condescendingly and said, "The Lockwoods are wealthy and Carol has expensive taste, you'll be fine. Also your the one who invited herself, don't complain."

They were intercepted by two women, one strawberry blonde and the other brunette, Jenna and Andie. Khaos rolled her eyes and left Damon in search of the expensive champagne that was wafting through the air. She followed a dark-haired waiter that held a tray of champagne in his hands, she stopped him with a gentle touch on his hand.

He stopped in front of her with a small smile, desperately trying to calm his nerves and appear professional or Miss. Lockwood would bite his head off. "Champagne?" he asked softly, pushing it towards her slightly.

"Yes, thank you....," she trailed off as she took the flute watching him under her eyelashes as red-tinted his cheeks and he stated, "Murphy, ma'am."

"Of course Mervyn," she said with a smile, placing the now empty flute on the tray and picking up two more. "Don't trail too fair," she told him and walked back over to Damon who was now talking to an older brunette woman and a handsome man in a suit.

By the time she had walked over she was missing a flute, "And who is this?" the older woman asked, with surprise on her face as she took in the short black dress that had a plunging neckline, her eyes stayed on the large diamond necklace on her slender neck.

"Khaos Morningstar," She stated with a grin shaking the woman's hand softly and the woman nodded in slight confusion, she had never seen the woman before.

"I'm Carol Lockwood, Mayor of Mystic Falls," Carol stated with a nod and Khaos nodded along, half listening as she sipped the wine, more slowly now.

"Elijah, I want you to meet Damon Salvatore. His family is one of Mystic Falls' founding families." Carol introduced, patting the dark-haired man's shoulder, her hand lingering.

"Such a pleasure to meet you," Damon started with a badly constructed fake smile and Elijah nodded and monotonously stated, "No. Pleasure's mine."

After seizing the other up they shook each other's hand and Elijah turned to the beautiful brunette next to Damon and asked, "Now who is this lovely lady in your company?"

Khaos smirked at the snark in his voice directed at Damon, so she took a step forward and said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr Smith. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Khaos Morningstar.''

She held up her hand as she smelled his scent; old spice and books and hints of leather. He smelled powerful and sensual, more much than the annoying fledging next to her.

"The pleasure is all mine...Miss Morningstar," he purred, kissing the back of her outreached hand, she noticed he didn't comment on her last name. She hated when they did, humans and most supernatural creatures never believed in her father or her grandfather even if they were near immortal or they were catholic - they were weird like that.

The Tea Party wasn't nearly as fun for Khaos as she thought except when Elijah stabbed Damon in the carotid artery with a pencil. It was an amusing sight for Khaos but even with the copious amounts of champagne Murdock was supplying her Khaos couldn't stay so she pulled said waiter's tie dragging him to her car and he followed her like a lost puppy to his home eager to touch a woman's body.

Khaos had slept like a baby that night unaware of the danger the Salvatore brothers were in and once she was told of the events, she found herself not caring, especially not about Damon. She was half tempted to sleep with Damon like Stefan promised but he wasn't that appealing even with the roguish smile, dark hair and all the leather. 

He wasn't her type and the fact he needed compulsion to get laid and that he was in love with his brother's girlfriend was a turn-off. Stefan was more her type, obviously with their history, her type was blonder, more tortured and broody and was actually a threat or of equal strength, something Damon and even Stefan lacked.

That night that Damon was kidnapped and tortured in his own house, the very one she was currently living in she was in another's bed filling herself with mediocre human essence. It wasn't nearly as filling as the supernatural essence but it would have to do with the small supernatural population in Mystic Falls was either taken or not her type.

She would've settled for Elijah if she was being honest, she had no bad blood with him and he was handsome and she knew he was hiding a darker side under the posh suits and manners. She was intrigued to find out what lay under his clean ties and pocket squares but at the moment he was entirely too tied up with keeping Elena alive and his plans going. She wasn't one to disrupt a good plan so she settled for the boring human, Merle.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋

Khaos sat next to Alaric, boredly tapping her fingers against the wooden and slightly sticky table waiting, waiting for the load of fries she ordered and for something interesting to happen. Something dramatic was bound to happen if she was around anyone apart from the little Salvatore group, it seemed drama followed them like a curse, an entertaining one.

Alaric and Damon were talking while Andie looked around waiting for food like Khaos.

"Other than your lecture on the history of Mystic Falls, did you get anything out of Elijah?" Damon asked Alaric about Elijah's 'suspicious act of war' which meant touring the lands of Mystic Falls. Alaric shrugged, annoyance rolling off him as he answered, "No, it was boring. Of course, Jenna thinks he's charming."

Damon smirked at Alaric's annoyed look and stated, "You sounded jealous. Sound a bit jealous?"

Andie nodded at Damon's pointed look and said, "Kinda do."

Khaos sighed and stated annoyed, "Who cares? Where the hell are my fries?"

Damon raised a brow at her outburst, glancing at Alaric and began to tease her. "Oh that Murphy kid not get ya going, huh?"

Khaos rolled her eyes, sinking back in the leather seat, "He was fine. Not great, just fine and utterly boring and human. I need something stronger or I'll end up killing half the human population before I end up satiated."

"Uh please don't," Alaric told her, most of them would be his students and he wasn't planning on getting a new job soon.

"Oh the woes of a Succubus," Damon uttered with a roll of his eyes and glared at Alaric when he kicked his shin, his eyes pointed at Andie. Damon huffed and placed an arm around Andie and told him, "Andie, she's been compelled not to divulge my secrets. Haven't you?"

Andie murmurs in agreement and they heatedly kiss and when they pull away Andie murmurs lovesickly, "My lips are sealed."

Alaric and Khaos stare at them in disgust and glance at each other before an uncomfortable shiver runs down their spines. Their disgust was interrupted when Damon nodded behind them, indicating someone was coming up to them, "Ah, there's Jenna with her new boyfriend. Hi," He greeted the new arrivals.

"Hey guys," Jenna greeted with a smile and Damon started bringing the attention to him, "So I hear you two had quite a meeting of historical minds today."

Jenna, the oblivious cute human that she was, nodded, glancing at Elijah with a smile and stated, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Alaric sent a look doused in jealousy to Elijah and stated with a fake smile, "Well, as much as I'd like to continue this, I've got papers to grade." He began to get up, placing money on the table but was stopped when Andie spoke up, "No, you know what? We should continue this. Let's have a dinner party."

Khaos raised an eyebrow at the statement, she doubted any of these people knew how to host an actual dinner party, besides Elijah.

Damon beamed at her, saying, "Ooh, my girl. Full of good ideas. I'll be happy to host. Say tonight. Maybe?"

It was clear to everyone but Jenna that he was cooking something up.

"It's good for me. Jenna?" Andie says, looking up at Jenna but before she could answer Alaric said for the both of them, "I don't know if tonight works..."

He was swiftly cut off by an annoyed, still hurt Jenna telling Andie, "Yeah, I'm free."

Everyone looked to Elijah, the guest of honor, but he looked down at Khaos with a fond smile, "Will you be gracing us with your presence?"

Khaos nodded, smirking at the shock on Damon's face and said, "Of course. If you come as my plus one?"

Elijah nodded, grabbing her hand and helping her out of the seat and looked over to Damon and said, "It'd be a pleasure."

With a nod to everyone, they all went their separate ways leaving Damon to sink into the chair muttering a 'great' with Andie by his side.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

Jenna and Andie were setting the table for the little improv dinner party and Khaos was watching them with a large glass of wine in her hand.

"I don't understand why you're acting like housewives from the 50's. Might as well as get a maid in here," Khaos drawled from her comfortable chair.

Andie shrugged while Jenna rolled her eyes and answered, "Khaos we're not, we're literally setting the table. It's not that deep so why don't you help?"

Khaos waved her off and muttered, "Yeah no thanks, I had my share of being a housewife in 1938, god that was boring."

The two women ignored the eccentric woman that was for some reason living in the Salvatore Boarding house. Andie turned to Jenna and said, "So what's going on with you and Alaric? I feel like there's some tension."

Jenna shrugged and replied, "I don't know. I really like him. It's more than like and I want it to work, but I can't help but feel that he's hiding something from me. And then I've got John whispering things in my ear about him."

"Like what?" Khaos asked intrigued, she had heard of John from Damon's complaints of the day and she had spotted him at the party briefly. He wasn't at all she had pictured, she imagined devilish red kin and sharp teeth - like the other demons - from what Damon said about him. Khaos thought he was alright looking, if she was into such physically older men at the moment. She had tried all men, women and others under the sun, there wasn't a type of person she hadn't been with. But she usually had a strong-going type for a few years before swapping to keep herself challenged and grounded. It was like a game in her mind.

Things I don't want to believe. Things I don't believe, not if they're coming from John's mouth," Jenna answered her with a frown, glaring at the white plate.

Andie shrugs non-repulsed at Jenna and replies with a fake smile, "Oh. Well, there you go, then. Trust is the key to any relationship. I mean, I am so grateful that Damon tells me everything."

Khaos snorted in her cup hearing that Andie shot her a look and she rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen to fill her glass up leaving Andie and Jenna to gossip.

After chugging a bottle of wine straight and then grabbing a new bottle and filling her glass up she walked back into the dining hall. One could call Khaos Morningstar an alcoholic but they would be wrong because she would have to be able to get drunk to be an alcoholic. It certainly didn't stop her from trying though and she had gotten it from her father and Maze. Who would've thought that the devil and demons were a bad influence?

She was surprised to see that Elijah and John? Were already there mingling with the others, she must've taken a little more than she thought to reminisce in the bottom of the wine bottle.

"Miss Morningstar! You look amazing, how are you?" Elijah greeted seeing the dark-haired Nephilim walk through the door with the smell of expensive wine wafting off her. He wanted nothing more than to follow in her steps, he would need as much alcohol as he could swallow to deal with the annoyance that was Damon.

She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly with a smirk on her face, careful not to empty her glass on his back, his suit looked expensive and good on him. "It's lovely to see you again but please call me Khaos," she told him as she pulled away from him and 'kissed' both of his cheeks, her lips a centimeter away from his skin so her red lipstick didn't smudge on his tan skin.

His hands were resting on her hips and he nodded with a polite smile, "Of course Khaos. Call me Elijah then, it's only fair," he laughed charmingly looking around the room at the others.

"You look dashing Elijah. Is this Armani?" She asked as they seemingly floated to the dining room leaving the others to glance at each other in confusion.

Soon all seven of them were seated around the table drinking wine and nibbling at their dinner. It had been going well, smooth sailing despite the people at the table (Damon) and surprisingly fewer snide comments than Khaos thought.

The food was good and so was the wine - well whatever they had left since Khaos had been drinking it all while the others were talking.

"I hate to break it to you, Damon, but according to Elijah, your family is so not a founder of this town," Jenna teased Damon smugly as she poured him some wine.

Damon looked over at Elijah's slightly smug smile and sarcastically asked, "Hmm, do tell."

"Well, as I mentioned to Jenna earlier, a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trials in the 1690s. Over the next hundred years they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution," Elijah explained with a polite smile.

Jenna nodded along and said, "Hmm. Because they were witches."

Khaos looked away from her glass towards Jenna with a surprised look, she thought Jenna didn't know anything about the supernatural.

"Yeah, but there's no tangible proof there were witches in Salem," Andie snarked and Damon smiled at her and explained, "Andie's a journalist. Big on facts."

Elijah nodded, uncaring about her snark and said, "Well, the lore says that there was this wave of anti-witch hysteria. It broke out in the neighboring settlement, so these witches were rounded up. They were tied to stakes in a field together and, uh, burned. Some say you could hear the screams from miles around us. They were consumed by the fire. Could you pass the..."

Khaos passed him the salt with a smirk, enjoying the oblivious nature of the humans at the table.

"I wouldn't repeat this to the Historical Society," Jenna laughed softly.

John tilted his head and said, "It's starting to sound a little like a ghost story to me."

Khaos rolled her eyes at them while Damon asked Elijah, "So, why do you want to know the location of these alleged massacres?"

Khaos looked at Elijah expectantly, she knew that massacres held a lot of power even without Witches. He dodged the question and answered, "You know...a healthy historian's curiosity, of course."

"Of course," Damon smiled but everyone could tell it was fake and the conversation reverted to normal and boring topics about everyone's occupations. Khaos was thankful none asked her about her lifestyle, all she did was have fun, wasting other's money on herself. She had done the job route and didn't like it very much, it was all too tedious for her especially when she would rather stay home and drink, fuck, read and sleep. She was a simple woman and more low maintenance than her father, surprisingly.

"Would anyone care for some cognac? I have a bottle that I've been saving for ages," Damon asked as he got up he glanced at the known alcoholic and shook his head, "None for me thanks. Nine bottles of wine are my limit."

"I'd love some," Khaos told him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. The others started to get up and clear the table up for dessert. Damon looked at Andie, prompting her to say, "The gentlemen should take their drinks in the study."

Khaos scoffed hearing that, "Wow," she shook her head at him and followed him into the study, ignoring the pointed glare from him. She ignored the others and poured herself the room-temperature cognac and Damon hissed in her ear, "What are you doing?"

"What's it look like Damon, I'm drinking cognac like a gentleman," Khaos drawled, moving her drink away from his grabby hands making him huff.

Elijah came in afterwards, sending a smile at Khaos who nodded in response watching him glance around the room. Damon was pouring drinks for himself and Elijah when he asked, "So, let me guess. In addition to the moonstone, the doppelgänger, the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, you need to find this witch's burial ground."

"Because I feel as though we've grown so close, Damon, I'll tell you yes. Do you know where it is?" Elijah said, looking away from the books to him.

Damon shrugged with a smirk and said, "Maybe. Tell me why it's so important." He handed the glass to Elijah who took it and told him, "We're not that close."

Elijah turned away once again to look at the books, Khaos liked that he cared more about the books - knowledge - than dealing with the plebeian that was Damon. "It's quite a collection you have here," Elijah complimented him and Khaos sashayed over to him with a smirk and his dark brown eyes drank her in.

"It's a funny thing about books. Before they existed, people actually had memories," Elijah said aloud, his voice dropping an octave and turning into whiskey as his eyes were still on the lovely Khaos and kissing the back of her hand. Khaos nearly shuddered at the dark look he was giving her but their moment was interrupted when Alaric and Andie bust through the study.

"Gentlemen, we forgot about dessert," Alaric stated loudly, eyes glancing at an annoyed-looking Damon.

Elijah held his hand out to Khaos who gladly took it and smiled as he twirled her. They walked out of the study together ignoring the others.

"Sorry, guys, dessert is taking longer than I thought. I usually just unwrap food," Jenna laughed seeing the two come in with Andie following them.

Elijah and Khaos sat back down in their chairs at the table in comfortable silence. Andie broke it as she spoke to Elijah, "So...I know this is a social thing, but I...I would really love to ask you some more questions about the work that you're doing here."

"I'd love to answer," Elijah answered with a smile.

Andie perked up and said, " Great, that's so great."

Then an annoyed and tired Damon and Alaric entered the room and Damon threw a glare at John as he sat down.

"Ric, would you do me a favor and grab the notebook out of my bag?" Andie asked Ric as she stared at Elijah, fluttering her eyelashes at him. Alaric nodded and walked over to her bag to fetch it.

"Elijah, did John tell you he's Elena's uncle-slash-father?" Damon snarked at Elijah with a raised eyebrow.

Khaos looked over at them, feeling the tension in the air, "Why would Elijah care?" she asked, glancing at John.

Elijah glanced at Khaos not answering but he looked back to Damon and answered, "Yes, I'm well aware of that."

Damon nodded and said, "Of course, she hates him, so there's absolutely no need to keep him on the endangered species list."

Everyone glances at each other and Andie sighs looking at Alaric and says, "No Ric, it's in the front pocket. On the...you know what? Excuse me, guys. Sorry."

She gets up and goes over to Alaric for her notebook. Then John speaks up, "What I'd like to know, Elijah, is how do you intend on killing Klaus?"

Elijah stares at John for a bit while Khaos glances at him ready to hear his answer and he says, "Gentlemen, there's a few things we should probably get clear right now. I allow you to live solely to keep an eye on Elena. I allow Elena to remain in her house living her life with her friends as she does as a courtesy. If you become a liability, I'll take her away from you and you'll never see her again."

Everyone is quiet for a moment until Andie comes back with her notebook and sits back down and starts, "Okay. My first question is when you got here to Mystic..."

She's interrupted when Alaric comes up behind Elijah and stabs him in the back through the back of the chair. Elijah lets out a scream and grey slithers up his skin and he dies. Everyone, even Khaos, stands up in shock watching as Alaric pulls the dagger out with a smug smile and places it back on the table looking at Damon.

"Now, get rid of him before Jenna comes back with dessert." Alaric says and Damon nods with a satisfied smile and says, "All right."

"Why do you kill him?" Khaos asks as she stares him down, reaching her hand out to feel the cold skin of his cheek. Damon and Alaric glance at each other silently wondering if she would be a problem.

"Because he was a danger to Elena," Damon answers and Alaric comes over and they pick his body up and drag him down to the cellar leaving Khaos there. Her body shakes with a chuckle as she picks the dagger up, running her finger along the sharp metal.

"Bloody idiots," she mutters as she pockets the knife and goes into the kitchen to check up on the dessert.

Dessert was uneventful and boring without Elijah and then everything went to shit. Elijah had gotten out and was on his way to get Elena, the deal was done. Khaos smirked hearing everything that had happened, it could've been avoided if they didn't try and picked a fight with an Original.

After the pathetic failure on Damon's behalf, Stefan, Elena and Damon had fooled Elijah once again and had daggered him again - leaving it in this time. Khaos knew it was only a matter of time before something happened that led them to pull it out or someone connected to Klaus did it. It was hard to keep someone like that down especially since Elena and the others knew nothing of what they were up against.

They had placed him in the basement cell and left him to rot until they needed him once again. Damon had also found the moonstone in his pockets and had pocketed it for later use.

Elena and Stefan had passed through the parlor room where Khaos sat staring at the raging fire with a glass of wine in her hand. The fire brought her a sense of familiarity like it always had.

"Khaos you okay?" Stefan asked, seeing the contemplating look on the Nephilim. Khaos nodded in response and Elena took that as an invitation, seating herself across from her on the other couch. "So what do you actually know about Klaus?" Elena asked and Stefan came and next next to her and Elena sunk into him.

Khaos's eyes moved away from the fire to her wine as she twirled it and answered, "I know the story of the original family but despite being alive for so long they've kept their lives mostly secret, not making too much noise surprisingly." She shrugged and sipped on the wine and continued at the curious looks on the couple, "But Klaus, he's got a pension for the theatrics, loves a good show so he'll drag it out, make it hurt. He'll most certainly target your little family and friends, use them as sacrifices, play with them and you mentally - It's what I would do."

Seeing the indifference on Khaos's face Elena leaned forward and asked half-heartedly after a glance at Stefan, "...What would you do?"

Elena was not ready for the answer she gave nor was Stefan, despite knowing her better than the other residents in the house. Khaos pondered for a moment and with a shrug, blowing care to the wind she answered, "Well if I was him I would slither my way in your ranks, build trust and friendship with you all, slowly sowing discord and doubt in you all - essentially turning you all against Elena and each other. Then I would use your friends as the sacrifices, Miss Forbes as the vampire, Mr Lockwood as the werewolf and your brother or aunt as the human sacrifices and make you watch as I kill them. I would let you know that everything that had happened was your fault, if only you had accepted your destiny and none of your family would have died. Then I would suck you dry of each drop of blood and kill you," Khaos explained happily as she finished the glass of wine, placing it back on the side table.

She looked up seeing as no one had spoken, for a moment she had thought Amenadiel was coming to visit her, Hell he loved that trick. Unfortunately, she was just graced with the shocked faces of the happy couple that were sadly way over in their heads. She tilted her head at their horror-stricken faces and asked innocently, "What? Was it something I said?"

Then she smirked like a maniac and rolled her shoulders after she stood from the couch, cracking her neck pleasurably, "Well that's just hope he isn't as creative and smart as me hey? I'm sure you'll be digging some new graves Elena...Oh wait you would already be dead, bumber. I'm going to go, I need to stretch the body out in all ways if you know what I mean. Oh Elena maybe your brother's around somewhere, if Klaus hasn't taken him already. Toddles."

With that she left Elena to dwell in the comfort of knowing everyone she loved was in danger because she breathed and even Elijah and his promise couldn't save them. She walked back up to her room and crashed into the soft bed for once, not in the mood despite previous statements. She was quickly growing bored of Mystic Falls and its inhabitants, there was drama at every turn but wasn't enough to keep her.

Hopefully, everything could get a move on and she could fix this Klaus situation and go back home where there was good, hard-hitting alcohol waiting. She still didn't know why she was there, she couldn't kill Klaus even with her abilities, and she didn't have a white oak stake laying in her suitcase. She could catch him unguarded and indispose him but that was about it. Perhaps she should've brought the angel blades in case, to have a crack at it.

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Khaos woke up on the wrong side of the bed in this chapter and I fucking love it. She's never going to remember the names of people she hooks up with because I found it funny. I might do a smut scene with Elijah and Khaos because I feel they definitely would fuck and still be 'friends'.

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