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I will update progressively, if important.

Mild/High "AU"!

Be warned if there are things that aren't 100% to the story.

I own NOTHING of The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, or anything Marvel related. None of the characters from any world that are completely canon loyal. This is simply for fun, and to explore creative writing. Only the main characters, and any other additions in this story, are something of my own creations.

I DO NOT OWN the images within chapters. I take NO credit for them. I used a few existing photos to create these images from pinterest.  (Will share a link soon, including a Spotify, or another, music app for a growing playlist. OPEN TO SONG INSPIRATIONS!)

Default Added/Edited IMPORTANT NOTES:

1) As mentioned above, this will be altered a lot from many original scenes, though there will be some following storylines. It'll be different, and yet the same for some canon details.

2) My OC will be different in approach to the show as she'll be a blend of magic of the Marvel universe and the witchcraft of TVD/TO; I'm merging these in what, hopefully, makes enough sense. Comic book logic isn't real logic, and magic in general, to me, is open to the imagination in how you write it. There may be references from existing shows and movies.

3) It WILL be mature with sexual scenes, blood, and mature languages. NO RAPE. I will mark with a "*" to indicate what has smut. 

4) Potential canon and non-canon character deaths, some will be altered based on changed events. So, some will live when canon they don't - Finn being one. (Or will he?)

6) Some characters will be a bit OOC, like the Mikaelsons, to some extent. I'll still write them close to their canon, mostly. But for purposes of this fan written story, it's all creative liberty and for fun.

7) I've decided to make this a poly-fic, cause why the heck not? I keep floating with the idea, though, initially JUST Kol for this. SO, I will be planning this out differently than before! Sorry!

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Anima Fatis

What is "soul- fated "? 
What does it mean for a soul to be "fated"?

Unique and powerful, there is not much known about souls; yet, everyone, including the supernatural, has one - as far as most know. They are ethereal, capable to connect two or more on a different spiritual and otherworldly level; believed that they were pieces to a whole. Rare as it is, being 'soul-fated' meant something different to many; yet, in all ways, the change of ones 'fate'.

Precious to the special chosen and forbidden to interfere with the bonds that intertwine, it is viewed as an unforgiveable act to attempt any ill-intent upon the fated bonds itself - believed to curse those who dare try. The very bonds are irreversible and true.

Why they exist, no one truly knows - only speculation; however, none expected vampires to be capable of being "soul-fated", either. For millennia before vampires existed, it has always been just the werewolves, witches, and humans; initially, believed to keep bloodlines strong or for those believed to be 'worthy'. It was doubted that vampires could have a soul-fated, especially as they were technically 'dead' - a time of passing to join in afterlife's peace. Though far and few - not even a handful - it was unthinkable. It could only mean what all wouldn't have thought possible: vampires have souls, even in their 'death' - still unnatural abominations in the eyes of Nature's servants.

"Soul-fated" - in latin term: anima fatis - to an Original vampire, much less several, seemed like such awful luck, and perhaps, it was. Yet, there is always a reason, and for all existence, always worked out as they should. Unfortunately, not always ending 'happily ever after'. Still, let’s see what this means for these souls bonded fates.

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Distant, yet harsh whispers called out to her in her sleep, cutting through the unwelcome darkness with unfamiliar words. Sudden pain erupted throughout the back of her skull and her stiff body, the prone woman groaned in agony as she attempted to move her limbs. A chill swept over as if taunting her, causing her to shiver and grunt as it made the pain amplify. Yet, she tried her hardest to focus on the voices in the distance, hoping they were there to help her.

”…El-s…-skan…”

Dark finely shaped brows furrowed in agony, and with another groan with tightly closed eyes, she began to stir closer to waking. Everything ached, and everything was so loud and bright, oddly. Perhaps, she had an accident? No, that isn’t right. Something had happened. Something bad, but she could only get glimpses right now as she attempted to recall.

But those voices...

”…darling…”

That voice was different, maybe? With a low groan, the woman in black leather jacket layered over a heather grey hoodie with large print red roses and a white indies-band shirt, now dirtied with whatever and her own blood, rolled over on what felt like grass before settling on her side for an shaky breath in pain. She swore she felt the softest whisper of a touch on her cheek as she laid there for a moment, eye still shut until she opened them, revealing her bright violet eyes.

”…Elskan…”

”…love…”

Blinking a few times, she sat up, feeling her enchanted backpack weigh on her shoulders a bit, and saw no one. Yet, for just a split second of clear perception, she swore she saw the transparent tall figure with gentle brown eyes. Maybe another behind them in her haze. But it was dark, wherever she was it was apparently nighttime. And she was currently surrounded by nature: trees, grass, and all.

”Who..? Where the hell am I?” She muttered, groggy now as the pain slowly subsided, for now. She was incredibly lost and confused, distraught that she lost the kid — her companion for such a long time. And now she’s going crazy. Hearing shit.

”Ok, calm yourself, Ven. Give it a second, breath.” Long black hair curtained around her head as she leaned forward for a moment, and leaned back after a quick tap on each cheek, trying to ground herself before she went full panic. Nausea subsided after a wave the moment she had sat up. And with her black studded combat boots, she forced herself to get up, albeit shakily. Patting off any grass and dirt from her faded and more so torn blue grey jeans, Ravenna stretched out any aches and cramps, hearing some popping sounds from her stiff body. She needed to find where she was at since now she could easily gather that she and Mer were now separated. Much to her aching heart, she really didn’t want to believe this.so, what was the last she could recall?

Running.

That’s what Ravenna and her young friend, America Chavez, have done for years. And for the past four or five months, there had been a sudden influx of demonic threats chasing them, seemingly eager to capture her friend, and kill her. Not so surprised with the latter, it’s either power or annoyance wanting to end her. Sometimes, Ravenna could be challenging, she liked to keep others on their toes - repaying the favor to her enemies seemed appropriate.

Even as she stood in unknown territory, all she could worry about was the kids safety. Arms raised as fingers locked together behind her head, occasionally gripping the dark locks in distress, she forced herself to breathe in and out in a practiced manner as that familiar rise of anxiety attempted to surface it’s ugly head. Her body grew jittery and her heart rate began to rise due to that anxiety, only when she closed her eyes and thought of her favorite things - like beignets and baby animals, random thoughts to redirect - did she manage to ease her mind to body to regulate and calm.

Honestly, she was so done with this shit. But for now, she will have to focus on her current predicament, and then find Mer. Hopefully, Strange could buy time, or succeed where she failed...

Ravenna sets off to find the nearest place of civilization, and just go from there. Passively aware, she knew, somehow, that she wasn’t alone, which was oddly comforting by the presence lingering wherever she went. It didn't give her malicious intent, or a malevolent aura. A curious new addition, and not something she was familiar with; another concern for another time, she settles. 

Reflecting on the months of constant running, it was peculiar how every demons attempt at abducting the kid, they tried to avoid Ravenna, or separate them. Which often resulted in an all out intense mystic fight; yet, Ravenna was always sure to be there by a bout of strange luck, and much to her enjoyment at every step, a thorn in their sides. She had kept Mer safe and undoubtedly pissed off the person controlling them on the other side – she’s seen this corrupted magic before, and faced it herself. It was a dark magic that many would avoid, and while she'd steer clear of it entirely, she's not above using it to fight back - a hidden part of herself is made up of dark magic. Perhaps, this is how she was able to take on some of the more concerning demons and creatures sent; she fought on equal ground. 

Over the years together, the teenager became like a little sister to the mystic master, and it pained her knowing that this was all that Mer knew non-stop for too long. Initially, stuck with her uncontrolled power, but now the constant threats endlessly chasing her. Hence, her firm decision to stick with the kid for as long and far as she could with their luck. Eventually, her chances to leap into the star-shaped portal would come to an end, but she’ll do her best to protect the kid.

At this point, they’ve traveled the multiverse where there was no telling where they started, nor which universe was home to either. Poor kid struggled so much at controlling her power that there was no hope narrowing it down until they could settle without threats, for once. If given the chance, she’d sit her down and start from the beginning and teach her sorcery - a place to focus. For the time being, she only managed some neat tricks here and there, studied enough to understand basics. Kid was smart as hell - a smartass, too.

Ravenna hardly knew where she came from, not like it mattered; she was a nexus being, like America. Something she was told later in her life prior to meeting America, and so Ravenna had discovered that she was displaced within the multiverse, reasons still unknown to her. And while it was a risk to travel, she and America were the safest choices – no variants of them existed within any other universe. Why? Dunno. Right now, she was just glad that she was still alive at this point. Not for the lack of trying by those who wished otherwise.

Unfortunately, this had placed huge targets on their backs for a few reasons: America’s power to travel the multiverse and Ravenna’s unlimited ability to harness any magic she comes across: learnt or inherited, didn't matter. Neither knew much, except that they stood out and, sometimes, people want what you have; especially, power. Envy it. Hunger it. Desire it. Would kill for it. And if they had the means, take it; which often resulted in death. 

One interesting, and useful, quirk that was Ravenna's: she had a knack for obtaining mystical items. She'd snatch and toss them into her enchanted endless backpack - tomes, grimoires, mystical items, cursed items, and so on. Honestly, anything that caught her eye. 

She was constantly learning and teaching herself new spells, and especially eldritch magic. It was paramount that she’d learn fast and get crafty. Granted, she was naturally skilled at witchcraft, but she often steered more towards using sorcery. End of the day, she needed to get stronger, to defend herself and America. Maybe one day help the kid get home.

Over the years, Ravenna picked up the necessary skill to steal, and eventually, selling things she's stolen or pickpocketed. It adds up overtime; just enough to get the food and shelter and whatever supplies needed. It wasn't lavish, but she provided for them - holding onto other priceless jewels and such for emergencies. She mastered this skill for means of survival; including, gaining knowledge and artifacts of the arcane nature to help her growth in magic. And so, she was quite good at hiding in the shadows, traveling without obstacle to slip into places that would otherwise be difficult. Inherently, shadow magic was ingrained, her first gift. It certainly saved them a lot in tight situations.

At twenty-five, she had hoped to have gone further into her college career, but life throws demons at you, spitefully - unknowingly thrown across the multiverse with a pre-teen on the run. Although, she's developed the habit of collecting this and that for souvenirs, maybe she'll use it later, or just for the fun of it. There's some hilarious items mixed in there, random nick-knacks she could get her sticky fingers on. Mer and her would laugh at some memories of a trophy of a dare, something that wouldn't have such a huge impact to the timeline.

They worked well together, even. Acted as a team with Plan A, Plan B, and all the way to Plan Z. Things were practiced, prepared as well as they could on the run. The moment that a portal opens, she’s tethered to America, and suddenly yanked in after like she’s America’s own shadow. Worked well enough with her inability to control when the star-shaped portal would appear. There were a few close calls as the sudden chases kept cutting too close.

Recently, Ravenna was able to sense that the enemy was gaining on them, and she didn’t like being so vulnerable and unprepared. Much less feeling cornered like a wild animal being hunted.

For a time, their plans worked well for them, keeping them out of reach just enough.

That was until the Scarlett Witch finally caught up with them - everything went south. Fast.

Sighing, Ravenna swatted at a bug getting too close to her face, watching cautiously at her current surroundings. She was in the middle of some woodsy area; though, clearly no idea where on the globe. It was pitch dark, no person in sight. It was quiet, just the natural sounds of nature filling the silence. It was eerie, and a bit unnerving. She was lost, and confused at the strange displacement in location. The world, however, felt different, oddly. 

The young woman stepped over sticks cautiously and cringed at every crunch of leaves, attempting to spot a trail or campsite. Glowing violet eyes peered through the night in search of any of her companions, but she had a gut feeling she wouldn't find any.

It didn’t take long to feel something off about her magic as her body adjust to this universe’s reality. The magic here felt different, and she felt a bit more zapped out of her energy and magic. Almost sluggish, exhausted of all resources. Undoubtedly she’ll need to let her magic breath at some point once she finds herself settled safely.

Then she heard it - a long howl, not too far from her location. Too close for comfort, at least. That somewhat gave her an indication how deep in the woods she traversed, yet it was a curious sound she's not used to hearing in person. 

Abruptly, Ravenna froze, listening with apt attention. That didn't sound good; it was running, unnaturally fast in the shadows. Inhumanely impossible. That raised several red flags. Before she questioned anything, she was on the move as fast and as far as possible she could get.

It didn't take long for her to figure out that she was being hunted.

”Shit, shit, shit.” She breathed out shakily, eyes flashing a brilliant silvery lavender glowing hue, and then tapped into her shadow magic. Ravenna began leaping through the darkness in wide swift strides, though suddenly feeling as if depleted. Which rarely occurs, except for when she uses a vast amount of energy and magic that could render her unconscious. Not a good sign.

At the moment, she couldn’t produce enough energy or magic to teleport a great distance, but she was able to move fluidly enough in and out of shadow, gasping for breath and quickly becoming more and more exhausted. She needs to rest, like a year long endless slumber.

"That's no good," the young woman pushed as far as she could, but it was beginning to show that she may have to face whatever is hunting her.

For what felt like forever she paused by a dark road, taking a moment to catch her breath and survey the surrounding area. She tried hard to steady her breaths - in and out slowly - even when her rapid beating heart was so loud in her ears. Ravenna waited, and waited. Staring behind her with a glance, and then around her using the shadows to act as her eyes to find whatever was chasing her had suddenly disappeared. It was silent, almost too quiet.

Then there was a low rumbling growl behind her, startling her as she sucked in a sharp breath. Ever so slowly, she turned to look with wide terrified glowing violet eyes, stopping upon the sight of a black shadow of a wolf with menacing glowing yellow orbs - such a contrast between the two. Ravenna froze, knowing now it wasn’t a natural wolf - no ordinary would could run or move as it, much less the supernatural glow in it's eyes.

For what felt like an age, the shaken woman and predatory wolf stared at each other, neither moving. Too petrified, she hardly allowed herself to even breath.

And then something bizarre happened - it whimpered.

Cautiously, it watched her with blowing puppy-like eyes, wide and curious as it shuffled closer to her. It moved as if it were…upset for scaring her, or ashamed at itself. Curious, she thought. Even so, she didn’t trust it.

Ravenna could only hesitate wearily, unsure how to proceed. She didn’t wish it harm, yet couldn’t risk startling this creature into a possible opportunity of attacking. And so, she waited to see what it would do.

Didn’t take long as the wolf with glowing yellow eyes whimpered again and attempted to show it was harmless by lowering itself to the ground, belly touching in possible sign of submission, or just to make it appear smaller - damn thing was actually abnormally huge, standing a bit above her waist in height. She wondered, as it's eyes watched her closely, if it were a person in wolf form? It almost looked as if there was a look of hope in it's eyes when she relaxed a bit, sending it a shaky smile.

”Sweet Vishanti, take a look at you, you're huge," Ravenna muttered to herself, though it most likely heard by the twitch of it's ears. "Ahhh…" How does one speak to a wild wolf? "Hello, sir wolf..?” The violet eyed woman eyed the oddly submissive wild wolf cautiously, its ears perking at the sound of her voice, and watched as it wagged its tail briefly in acknowledgment and…perhaps, excitement? Clearly, it enjoyed her voice. Certainly, peculiar. Yet, she’s seen even stranger things. Who was she to judge?

She’s never had to deal with this sort of situation before with many wild animals, much less wolves, except thinking back on the idea of scenting to introduce yourself to a new animal. And so, she slowly raised her hand in its direction, gaining its attention as the wolf slowly inched towards her, seemingly to avoid scaring her . Clearly, this wolf is not what it appears to be, and she wondered if they were a Shapeshifter of some kind, maybe like Loki?

Moment by moment, the wolf inched close enough to sniff, and to her shock, licked her hand in a show for friendliness. It was fascinating to the otherworlder; it nudged her hand and whined, as it finally reached her. The creature was practically begging for attention, or scratches - it was kind of adorable, honestly. 

Watching this, she studied it using her enhanced shadow vision, speculating and observing it's actions. “Just who, or what, are you, sir wolf?” Ears perked at the title, or acknowledgment. She could've sworn it was attempting to smile at her.

Taking the chance, she gently, and ever so slowly, ran her hand over the fur of its head. Petting an assumingly wild wolf, or shifter; Ravenna, perhaps recklessly, knelt down and used both of her hands to pet and scratch behind it's ears, looking into it's eyes more directly with a keen eye - oh, this is most definitely not your ordinary wolf. As she did this, the wild thing was eating up the attention like they were starving for attention, until it then perked up, looking out towards the distance to their side. She followed its gaze, realizing the night was ending soon. Feeling it move in her grasp, she looked back, it was gone.

Curious creature, wonder if it lives here?

It was then when lights or a vehicle approached, and she was blinded suddenly as it slowed as it stopped a few feet away. Immediately, Ravenna recognized that it was a police car, followed by a figure cautiously approaching her. It didn’t pass her that the person had their hand not far from their presumed gun placement at hip.

Shifting in place, the world jumper did her best to calmly stay in place, wary of the appearance of an officer of this realm. Who appeared was a woman with short blonde hair, ranging between late 30s to her 40s, average height. The officer took in Ravenna’s ragged appearance; she certainly looked how she felt, bruised and bloodied. Her face felt some in places, and a migraine coming. No doubt she’ll need a wash.

”Ma’am, are you okay?” Looking into the woman’s eyes, she tried to get a read in her silence. Her blue eyes looked kind, if a bit cautious at her strange appearance in the middle of the night. At this, Ravenna felt she could put a little trust in this woman. For now.

”Ah, mmmh, I’m lost, and I had a serious tumble. Walked for some time,” she needed to play this right, and she’s had enough practice lying to authorities across the multiverse. And hoped that this universe was more pleasant than the handful that very much weren’t. “Please, I need help. I can’t remember some details, but…”

The woman reacted almost immediately to that last bit. A very strange realization, for some unknown reason. That detail will be filed away. The look in this officers eyes read loudly that “memory loss” seemed to be something here. Maybe she wasn’t the only one? Useful, Ravenna mused. 

Kindness and pity washed over the woman’s face, eyes softer and understanding. “It’s ok, here. Let’s get you inside, I’ll get you put of here, and we can get you cleaned up. You’re covered in dirt and…” there was hesitation as her eyes looked over her where she can visibility see skin, looking for something. Perhaps the cuts, but no, it seemed more focused on something else. “Here.”

Ravenna was handed a water bottle, and she admittedly downed so much, realizing she was far thirstier than she initially thought. Gasping a breath, she looked thankfully at the woman who waited patiently, and read her badge. “Thank you, Officer…Forbes?”

”Yes, that’s correct. You’re safe now, ok?” Ravenna nodded mutely, absorbing the interaction and everything that had occurred. She was led to the back of the police car, tucked safely as she held her enchanted backpack. Finally, she let out a long sigh, exhaling all stress and stiffness as she allowed herself to be comfortable in her seat as best she could. She felt good about putting more trust in this woman, but she’ll need to be careful of her origins for now. It’s been a while since she felt relatively safe for the time.

Tired hooded lavender eyes glanced to her side, seeing a tall figure watching from the distance. It was odd, seeing this figure amongst the woods. 

A man in a suit.

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Along the ride, Ravenna dozed in and out of a light sleep in the back of the police car, finding it difficult to stay awake. Too exhausted to fully take in her situation, not while she felt some semblance of truth from Sheriff Forbes' good intentions. In her lavender eyes, the woman has a face that doesn't speak evil, though intentions can easily be mixed between good and the misguided. She didn't know Ravenna; therefore, couldn't blame her caution when she also mirrored it.

Groggily, she sat a little straighter as they approached what she saw as a hospital, she must've looked worse than she had imagined. Sheriff Forbes stepped out, spoke briefly with the staff in emergency care before turning to her, opening her side to let her out. With a slight stumble then righted by the Sheriff, the otherworldly sorceress swung her bag over her shoulder and promptly followed inside. It looked like any other hospital from a small town, and discreetly took notes in her mind, mapping every aspect as possible. From the desks to the doors and hallways, nothing went missed.

Afterall, it had become second nature to map all exits.

Sheriff Forbes guided her gently into a room where she suspected she’ll be checked by a doctor or nurse. The Sheriff wouldn’t know, but she could just heal herself with a bit of magic. Although, possibly would cause alarm, not ideal. That sort of attention would lead to bad things for her. Besides, she was feeling stretched thin already.

It was curious, though. Naturally, they would have taken her statement and questioned her, more in a different manner anyways. But it had seemed that Sheriff Forbes had assumed a specific inkling as to what was happening to Ravenna; which she simply played along, for now. At least, she’ll have an advantage, and possibly gain some level of answers for that mystery. But it wasn’t a priority.

“We’ll wait here,” the Sheriff spoke softly, standing near the doorway, vigilant as she’d expect by her demeanor since meeting. Ravenna could only nod, before inquiring if she could use the bathroom to ‘relieve’ herself.

First at the top of her list for any universe she happens upon, she always create a false identity for herself and Mer; including, setting up some evidence of her existence, and knowing she does not belong here, would only complicate things for her. Too many questions she can’t answer.

Given the go, she slipped into the bathroom near the far corner of the room, and the moment the door closed, she let out a sigh as she leaned up against the door. Flipping on the switch to the light, she shuffled with her bag a bit further in to then kneel, and swung the backpack forward onto the floor where she began digging to summon an artifact that would help her here.

Sitting for a minute, she grabbed her specialized enchanted ID forger set, or SEF as she called it — a nifty creation she worked on just for these situations — and began her work. It came in handy during tight security slip ups, and develops a few types depending on the universe. 

It was simple in concept — a sleek black cube with some bright blue projecting hologram controls — the design needed very little magic as it did its work laying out the proper source scanning. Her image, of course, stayed the same, but the lettering around this card glitched in a way before settling finally on what made it a proper ID card. It typically takes about 10 minutes, depending on the universe ID type, but it seemed she just needed four minutes as its top opened like a complex Rubik's cube – revealing the ID card. Swiftly, she put it in her small wallet in a hidden pocket lined inside her jacket.

It emulated the exact ID for a citizen of New York, which was technically true. Often, that was the state she chose to live.

She had all the necessary base details already, just the few tweaked in design and numbers.

It would then activate and interfere with the technology, creating a complex illusion within the system. Nothing too permanent, but its a safe start. It works well to erase identity, as well.

Ending the spell and placing her equipment back, she slipped back out, but not before a flush and wash of hands.

In passing she took one look at herself in the mirror, but abruptly stood silently still.

Her face looked worse than she had thought with the bruising around the outer of one eye, though not swollen, and with a slightly swollen busted lip. Blood smeared here and there, particularly, when she was smacked in the nose, causing a short bleed – worse than it actually was. Yes, her shirt had blood on it, but overall? She looked as if she had gotten the beating of her life, which in a way was also technically true – the Scarlett Witch and her duked it out evenly, much to her own surprise. Almost. Hence her severe over-exhausted magic now feeling depleted – Evil Witch had serious mojo.

"I look like shit," just as she felt.

But she couldn’t very well tell the Sheriff any of this, she wouldn’t believe her one bit. SHE wouldn’t believe herself had she not been there.

Straightening her hair in a loose ponytail, whatever she could possibly do in her condition, "I swear my hair hurts, too." Ravenna then stepped out of the bathroom to see that Sheriff was in the hallway, visibly via doorway, talking on the phone.

“Alright,” call then ended, just as she turned, surprised – perhaps relieved – to see her out already, and walked in with an apologetic look, she spoke. “Sorry, I have to head out; duty. But if you need anything, here.”

She handed Ravenna a card, which she accepted without issue, and observed the name and details. “Thank you, Sheriff. I truly appreciate your help, especially right now. You have no idea.”

“Hey,” the older woman placed a hand on her shoulder. "It’s no problem, really. But, I’ll check in on you if you’re staying somewhere?” she inquired. Deep inside, Liz felt somewhat responsible for this young woman. She'd want to at least make sure she's doing alright.

Ravenna thought for a moment, “Yeah, if there’s a hotel nearby, I think I’d prefer to recuperate before heading back home.” Where is home? “I’m kind of in-between jobs at the moment, just needed a break. You know?” the half-truths she did well. She was hired for a few career jobs searching for artifacts and lived with the Masters of the Mystic Arts. It went with the territory.

“Perfect, the ladies at the desk can easily help with that.” She paused, looking over Ravenna once more, appearing worried to leave the lost girl alone. “Please be safe, and don’t go out late when it’s dark. But if you do, make sure you’re around several people – never alone.” Stress seemed to eat at her, the younger could sympathize.

“Some…things have been bad lately. During the night, mostly. You were lucky this time.”

“I'm beginning to understand that. I'll be more aware this time. Promise." She soothed, knowing well she needed to heed her words.

"Alright. Well, I'll see you later.”

"Thank you, truly," she was honestly surprised by the genuine words of this woman, she must've taken her job truly seriously.

And with that, the Sheriff of Mystic Falls left.

It was a good thing too, she didn’t want to risk exposure, so less interaction with the law the better. She waited for the nurses to look over her, before easily dismissing the issues at hand. She was fine. Besides, she’ll heal faster than the average human, and THAT she didn’t want to be exposed. Not with people she's just met, either. Being in a hospital was a risk as well, definitely no blood work.

And the moment she could, she slipped up to the desk and got the info she needed before making her escape. Finding the hotel was easy enough, and she procured cash with some alterations to it and successfully snatched a room.

"Note to self: update multiversal cards and move existing funds to this universes’ banking system." She muttered, she had since developed a card that she could use universally across the multiverse. Just took time and magic to do such a hefty amount. All the years of working, theft, and the 'finders-keepers' rule.

She showered and cleaned up before healing the cuts, and diminishing the bruise intensity, enough to show slightly to be realistic for the average human.

The plan was to stay here for a week, but that would depend on some things. Firstly, she needed to find the nearest hotel, which wasn't an issue at all. Paid cash for the week, decided she should find some way to fully integrate herself properly. Like going to the nearby clothing store, grab a few outfits - casual, naturally.

"May need some new boots at some point," she looked down at her studded boots, they were beginning to look a bit worn, much to her dismay. She liked these boots. Either purchase or take the time to restore with magic. Both doable.

It was vital to better blend in, investigating would be made easier. She had some clothes, but she'd rather get some new to add, less magic involved. Plus she may find some styles she'd click with.

Next stop, the library. She needed to find a source with enough information on this world, at least the local area to start. She could hunker down for a time and relax for once. 

Yet something magical radiated from this place, everywhere had a slight humming feel. Very interesting, and she was curious enough by nature. Investigating this place would be worthwhile, she felt. Just the thought of finding something new and of arcane in nature excited her - a passion of hers. There's this thrill of the unknown and powerful. To explore old ruins of the long forgotten or come across a rare magical artifact. She's scaled dangerously inhabited mountains and dismantled powerful entities, having collected quite a few amazing priceless artifacts along the way.

Eventually, she made her way down to a local store with electronics. Using a hand full of cash, she paid for a simple laptop for some personal research. She eventually found a nearby coffee shop, perfect place with free wifi to help her set up, and began powering up her newly bought tech. With little to no effort, she began her first search:

177A Bleeker St.

While the address came up, it wasn't what she had hoped for - sanctum sanctorum itself was abandoned by the looks of it. It was similar, yet not. The window with the well-known emblem wasn't even there, it was unkempt. Some windows were boarded up, doors blocked off, and so on. It felt like a gut punch seeing its state.

Next was the other Sanctums; London and Hong Kong - nothing still. Fortunately, they did exist in some way: a flat and shop?

At all of this, she felt a cold realization wash over her, yet curious how far out of the multiverse had she fallen. She'll need to visit Nepal herself soon. She needed answers.

Closing the laptop, she leaned back letting out a stressed sigh and waited for an order of coffee while she waited - blinking back some tears of frustration and fear. Grounding herself, lavender eyes lazily looked around her, taking in the little town known as Mystic Falls - an interesting name, she thought. She wondered how the name came about.

Exploring Mystic Falls, she discovered it was a cozy little town, if a little underwhelming. But it was calm, quiet, and peaceful – something she hadn't experienced in such a long, long time. Of course, that was just the surface observation. These small towns tend to have rich historical connections that many don’t hear about. 

From what she heard, there was a little showing of a movie called 'Gone with the Wind'; she hadn't seen it before, and felt this would be a good moment to end her day watching a film to relax.

When was the last time she enjoyed a movie?

Accepting her coffee, she bagged her laptop and headed out for the viewing, noticing it had just started the opening credits.

It was decently packed, though not overly so. It seemed the night was already arriving, but a movie amongst a crowd seemed safe enough. Despite the Sheriffs warning, she wanted to take the risk to be normal for once. At least, here, she was in a fairly good sized crowd.

Ravenna – though passively aware of a presence – had gained two unseen astral followers shadowing her since the woods, watching over her in awe and fascination. Yet, barely paid much attention the movie itself, despite how impressive the era's new invention appeared. 

Walking through, she grabbed a few snacks from vendors and a drink before settling down, not far off a small group of teens. This was nice , she thought, wrapped up in the story and enjoying the old film. She barely noticed how the three teens not far stood, a low argument occurred, though not her business to worry about, and the boy walked off with a serious purpose. With a roll of her eyes, she leaned back on her hands and focused on the film.

To the surprise of the two astral forms – currently daggered – there sat a doppelganger to their disbelief. No doubt the same one their brother used in his ritual, since discovering Elijah chasing after who they assume a newly curse-free hybrid - the one the lovely woman here decided to pet much to their bewilderment and disconcert. 

Who pets a werewolf ?!

The two were beyond terrified for her when their hybrid brother chased her through the woods in the night, and feared they were about to lose her after finding her - until events turned in a strange direction. The younger cursing with petty insults thrown at the hybrid in their werewolf skin, a snarl grimacing his youthful features. The elder tense and brows furrowed in trepidation, watching the events unfold before their very eyes.

It was then when the Sheriff of this small, insignificant town - once their home centuries past - approached in their automobile, giving them a brief sense of relief as the younger woman was now in safer company. Both seemed to be tethered to the fair raven-haired as they gradually flew as if gravity did not exist at times, and then finding their feet firmly in place whenever she remained. It was also at thought that seemed to change their ability to levitate and move or remain held down by supernatural gravity.

"If Nik does not yet know about her being still alive, he will soon enough." the younger sneered in the direction the carbon copy of Tatia, annoyed just looking at her. No doubt Elijah seemed to have been drawn to her doe-eyes like a trap a time or so - pathetic, he was. "Or the moment something goes wrong." Couldn't particularly go see their brother to see what evils he's cooking up, considering they're tethered to this curious lovely woman beside them – not that they’re complaining.

Kol Mikaelson did enjoy pretty little things, especially with sharp tongues; more-so, one with magic at her fingertips. Yet, this one was more than just a witch, as they were discovering every time she did something completely unseen and interestingly different. To him, s he was a mystery that he was determined to solve, or simply fall deep into her web of mysteries - most definitely willingly. His dark brown eyes followed her every movement, down to her looks and the way she observed everything around with an intelligence in those brilliant violet eyes. Noting the hidden art decorating the soft skin beneath her clothes, peaking out on occasion. Kol bit his lip in interest, eyes darkening at the mere thought of what and where the lovely art marked her.

Unexpectedly, Kol and his eldest brother JUST materialized into some plane of existence the moment she had plopped down in those woods, appearing pre-daggered selves, thankfully. It wasn't the Other Side, clearly, something that they're still trying to work out in their minds. Even as former witches, this was not something they could explain. Not at this time, but it certainly connected to her.

Replaying in their minds: she wasn’t quite a witch, yet was capable of magic.

And she was their soul-fated - their anima fatis . 

Finn Mikaelson kept his warm hazel-brown eyes on their enchanting soul-fated, beyond charmed by this petite thing. He couldn't help himself, as his heart soared in exhilaration and awe, taking in every little detail and smiled as he watched her completely engrossed by the film. Beautiful lavender eyes - he was captivated by them - lit up as they watched widely at the screen before, completely at peace. In his mind, Finn could picture them sitting closely in a lovers embrace as they watched the film together, a dream that won't come true. Not as they were daggered and kept apart.

And just being close to her, he felt what he’s always wanted in such a long time – peace and a warmth he hasn't felt in a long, long time within himself. Suddenly, she was like a missing piece he needed to even begin to accept what he has become. While he still loathed his nature as a blood-sucking beast, something inside him shifted and a heavy weight had been lifted. He wondered if this shift would change him.

Raising a hand, he slowly moved it towards her own, sighing in disappointment when he passed through her. 

But their attention perked when she reacted. To his touch. Again.

Ravenna jolted at the sudden touch on her hand, and immediately looked down expecting something to be on it. Seeing nothing left her confused, feeling as if it were her imagination. Yet, it was much like the last time, she recalled, in the woods. It was a warm touch, gentle and she could FEEL the emotions behind them: longing, heartache, and frustration.

Black locks tossed as she spun her head searching to see if someone were there, hand lifted closer to her view as she looked it over. There was nothing, still. Visible, at least.

Unknowingly, she nearly looked Finn in the eyes, as close as she would get in their current situation.

Finn felt such hope swell within him, even Kol stared with anticipation, both waiting with baited breath if she could finally see them. Then nothing of the sort happened. Only thing they could be comforted by is that she could feel certain touches.

Finn practically growled in frustration at their brother, Klaus. Hand clenched tightly as he leaned forward, looking at nothing except thoughts of revenge.

900 years.

Kol understood the frustration, as he sat to her other side. He would gaze upon her with softer eyes, in awe when they witnessed her magic. For Kol, he was eager to see more, disappointed he couldn’t ask questions, but he was determined to learn about his soul-fated.

For now, they’ll have to watch her, hoping to wake soon.

By the time the credits began to roll, people wre beginning to file out, and she took the chance to as well. Walking home was quiet this night, and nothing around her caught her attention, yet she remained vigil. Cars passed by on her way, as she walked the sidewalks and main road.

Once to her rooms door, she glanced around once more before entering. With one final peak outside the window, she closed the curtains securely before checking the room thoroughly: closet, vents, under the bed, drawers, and so on. Worth the extra steps experience tells her.

Knowing all is cleared, she proceeded to do a series of gestures around the room with her hands, as glowing eldritch runes appeared around them. Visibly now on the door was a rune ward of protection. Lines of runes connecting around the room before meeting in full circle.

No one was entering this room, not without her permission.

After the process was final, she continued her nightly bedtime routine. Set for bed, she slept soundly.

Except for the one hour the neighbors were rather…enjoying themselves. Loudly.

“Oh, boy,” she muttered, chuckling to herself. Turning on her side, she laid her head between two pillows in an attempt to block out the sounds. 

Eventually, she managed to sleep.

Chapter Text

Deep shadows embraced the sky, bringing night over a scattered group of individuals in what looked like a small long forgotten graveyard. Hushed whispers pierced the silent woods, discussing why they were summoned in uncertainty - new faces and familiar. As the groups conversed amongst each other, a few lit some of the attached torches along the old ruin walls spotting ancient runes marked along them as symbols, which were difficult to decipher due to age and damages over time. This place was more than just an old cemetery, but not many could make out what it meant; however, those who studied and practiced the old ways could recognize the origin as Ancient Latin and unfamiliar runes.

Thoughts of hope sparked deep within those individuals, and wondered if what their ancestors spoke of for millennia is finally happening.

After a period of time, a small group of five arrived, prompting the whispers to slow before becoming silent. Above them the stars grow brighter in the beautiful abyss, only nature could be heard as they all stood still and watched the five walk into the center.

When each came to a stop, eyes gazing at each member of their gathering, the figures ranging in height and gender stood proud as their expressions were observed.

“Brothers and sisters,” one spoke, average in height amongst them. A pale female figure raised her arms outward in a gesture to have attention on her as she spoke, appearing to be in her early forties dressed nicely with her hair braided back. “Our existence within this world… We have been outsiders looking in, yet never accepted. Other covens have ridiculed us, ostracized, and persecuted us for many centuries and millennia.”

This time, the silence was deafening. 

Another voice spoke, “Nature has shown us a great event has occurred as our ancestors once foretold.” A man of tan skin and curly dark brown hair, average in height and dressed casually in jeans and a coat. There was a hint of mischief in his dark eyes, a subtle smirk graced his thin features. “A shift in magic itself.”

Within the silence came anticipation. Could it be?

And another voice continued, “Our Mistress of Magic, the Daughter of Night, and Lady of Ravens has finally come to us!” a male with dark skin and a neat lined up haircut in a casual-styled suit, stood beside the older woman. An air of authority and power, yet in those amber eyes burned something deeper and unsettling - power and danger. “It is now we must set in motion everything the ancestors have built to this day - prepare and guide the lady.”

Gasps echoed in excitement, the people gathered around the five grew steadily restless. The energy shifted as the discovery came to light, excitement bled through each as they looked at those beside them and back to their leaders. Curious and nervous, all that they’ve followed and believed is officially happening. Now.

“Each faction of our coven has coveted and awaited our Lady Raven's arrival.” Another female with dark skin and stormy gray eyes spoke, it could be seen what she was referring to: there were five groups of people — five factions of one coven. “Together with our Lady we will build a new world and create change - new magic and life. We will all be rewarded for our faith and loyalty.”

With a large grin, the last stood tallest of the group with dark blonde hair and beard, long hair pulled back with tattoos across his exposed skin of the arms, neck, and shoulder. “Our champion, our lady, our Goddess. She has graced this universe, at last!”

Cheers erupted as they then began to end their evening with a special chant known to their coven. The leaders watched on in pride, eager to begin; however, they knew well that this will take time and patience. Whoever their Lady was, and wherever she has arrived, she’s not familiar with their world or magic. She was new, wandering their world with no clue as to who she was to become one day - soon.

With the same large grin, the tall man turned to his fellow leaders, “It’s time to meet and greet the magic lady. Let’s get started now!” Jittery with excitement, he turned around to head towards his part of the coven, the others amused and followed his example.

And as you gazed upon each leader of the five groups, even among the groups themselves – one special marking, or tattoo, adorned the sides of their necks: a raven symbol.

And soon, she shall be awakened.

Flock together for our Mistress.

Gasping desperately for breath, Ravenna sits up in a flurry of movements, startled awake from a nightmare. Fear in her eyes, Ravenna’s eyes shot from every corner of the room to the next, feeling as if she was about to be attacked.

Allowing herself deep breaths, she manages to calm herself with the reminder that she’s safe and far from that place – of a previous universe of nightmares that resulted in her brief capture and torture. Ever since she settled, her mind began to flash back from guilt of failing Mer, her stress and anxiety getting the better of her. She didn’t keep her promise to Mer, but it was so much worse since she felt responsible.

Years together, they were practically family. And so, she needed to at least contact, or find out what happened.

With a deep groan of exhaustion, she threw herself backwards onto the soft bed of her newly furnished two bedroom apartment. She had managed to successfully set up her new bank with her resources to set up a little apartment for herself in the past two days. Short-term, anyways - or longer depending on circumstance.

Tired, vacant violet eyes stared back up to the ceiling, “I need to get up and get it together. Can't allow myself to sink...”

Prior, she had searched for the faces she knew, anywhere she could begin: Doctor Stephen Strange to Tony Stark and the Avengers. Neither or none existed in any capacity. She refused to allow this to stop her from her searches. Perhaps, they had variants under some other name, or not as famous?

Sluggishly, she sat up again, threw her legs over the side of her bed before trudging towards the bathroom across the hall. A nice hot steaming shower may be exactly what she needed. Having stripped down in the bathroom, she stepped into the hot water of the shower allowing her muscles to relax and stood there nude, staring at nothing as she did her washing.

Tattoos here and there marked her smooth skin, some strategically placed and marked with her unigue summoning runes as some others were mere decorative and meaningful to her. She studied them, loving to see the vibrant colors and perfect lines; thwy often helped keep her mind from wandering to darker worries by revisiting memories attached to each. Memories that push back the dangerous darkness growing in her mind.

With a sigh, she proceeded to wash and get out of the shower, wrapping her white towel around her wet figure, clinging to her figure. Turning to the mirror as she brushed her teeth, she wiped away the condensation to see herself in the reflection.

Vibrant eyes, if a bit dull with stress and exhaustion, stared back at her as her long thick wet strands of black hair clung down her neck, shoulders, and back. She tousled her hair and began to brush out the tangles. A flush to her skin from the heat, she brushed her teeth and proceeded with her routine.

Realizing she had left her clothes in the room, she stepped out of the bathroom and down the hallway, wide open with a view to her unseen guests within her living room.

Respectfully, Finn turned with a slight flush of his cheeks and cleared his throat, an unexpected sight throwing him off guard. Even in this strange spiritual form, he felt the arousal and embarrassment of having caught her in nothing but a towel without her knowing. While he wished to turn around, he hoped to respect her space and privacy – yet the image was already seared into his memory without intending to.

The recent addition, Elijah, was not much better, though his eyes darkened upon seeing her walk distractedly to the bedroom, promptly shutting it behind her out of habit. Her slender, shapely legs fully for his eyes to gaze upon, tempting him and now in his mind he couldn't forget the shape of her backside peeking out from below the short towel. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his collar and averted his gaze and turned for extra measure as he was feeling temptation.

Kol, on the other hand, couldn’t look away, the thought of turning away was lost to him. He was mesmerized and aroused at the sight of her body, wet and flushed. His instinct was screaming at him to follow and ravish her till she’s moaning and screaming his name. Following those thoughts, his feet had moved, taking two steps before both of his obnoxious older brothers grabbed his arms with warning glares.

“Don’t,” Elijah calmly spoke, eyes still very dark. Kol could see even he was struggling with himself, and sneered back.

“You,” Kol gritted out, ripping his arm out of their hands. “Have no higher ground to tell me what to do; I mean, look at you! Both of you! Especially, you - the ‘Oh-So-Noble Elijah - can’t seem to stop his own perverse gaze. Not so noble, now are you, brother? You're a bloody hypocrite.” he ended with a sneer, brow quirked in mild amusement despite his annoyance.

Bad blood still hung in the air like an ominous cloud of poison, and despite now seeing each other in such astral forms; there remained tension from Kol's daggering, even Finn seemed to be distant from Elijah and Kol. Ignoring them the best he could.

Most often, they argued, yet couldn't do any harm here. Kol would know, he tried to attack his brother the moment he appeared beside him and Finn.

“Kol, you were ready to follow her; she's vulnerable and exposed in her current position, not just physically. She's experiencing something deeply upsetting -if you'd pay enough attention to the faint bond now. Moreover, it isn't appropriate." Elijah lectured, proceeding to step closer. "Despite being her soul-fated mates, she doesn't know us. You need to control yourself.” It took patience and effort to not fall for Kol's taunts whenever they did speak.

What an unfortunate situation to be in, yet perhaps this was an opportunity for healing wounds of trust and brotherly bonds?

Kol gave an indignant laugh. “I can control myself!”

Though understanding more than he could speak, Finn rolled his eyes at their irritating bickering, and turned his head towards some of the room with a narrowed gaze. “Nú er nóg komið, báðir tveir!.” Finn spoke in their native tongue: Old Norse; intentionally, as he feels it easier. Accent thicker, he was still learning the current English language; regardless, he favored his first language over English, though he knew it was necessary for modern times here. Especially, if their soul-fated lived where it was prominent. (Enough, the both of you.)

Sighing, while Finn agreed with Elijah, he didn’t want to start a fight here of all places where they’re stuck together. He, at least, tried to refrain from petty and callous comments, but he wasn't perfect – he had his moments.

“Ah, acting the oldest, finally? What of that old flame of yours? What was her name again?” Kol talked his finger against his chin as he tilted his head in mock-confusion. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers as if remembering. “Oh, that's right! Sage! What would our little mate think of her?”

Finn sneered in return, reverting to the language Kol is using, “Hún þýðir ekkert núna, þú veist þetta! Ég var ókunnugur um Ravenna - minn sál örlög - vegna þess að ég var dreginn með daggari, liggjandi í endalausu myrkri hugans! Hvernig á ég að vita um þessa blessun? Ég var haldið í kistu í níu hundruð ár!” (She means nothing now, you know this! I was ignorant of Ravenna - my soul fated - because I was daggered, lying in an endless darkness of the mind! How am I to know of this blessing? I was kept in a box for nine hundred years!)

“So,” Kol grinned maliciously, “you wouldn’t mind I rip her heart out if she even dares to look upon my Raven?”

Finns’ brow twitched at the possessive term ‘my’ Kol claimed. 

Before he could respond, Kol's expression lightened. “Perhaps, this works out! You leave with Sage, and there's one less brother I would have to share her with!”

Glaring with heavy breaths through flared nostrils, Finn felt himself begin to boil with anger towards the very thought of leaving their raven. 

“And if she so much as touches Rave-”

“I would never allow her near minn hrafn. Hún myndi ekki þora ,” Finn spit out as his accent grew thicker, yet he calmed himself as he saw her finally step out of her room dressed casually; yet, so lovely in anything she wore, he felt. The fashions of the world changed so drastically since he was last awake. (my raven./She would not dare.)

Seeing Ravenna soothed him every time, she made this easier and worth it. Worth living as such blood thirsty beasts.

Elijah did not expect this turn of events, joining his brothers here in some spiritual form. When he first saw her, he immediately understood who she was to them, but not how and why they were there. 

Previously, he came across a secondary scent with his brother, Klaus’ - familiar yet he'd never come across before now. He was too far away when the police car arrived, and watched as the figure joined Sheriff Forbes. 

Stepping onto the road after they had gone, he could gather the lingering scent of her. It was addictive and mouthwatering, but not so much in a way he'd tear into her throat to feed. No, he'd taste her to mark her. To claim her. 

Yet, he could not catch her scent as they were; it was frustrating to say the least.

In the police car, even with his enhanced sight, he couldn't make out all her features. Her back mostly to him, hair curtaining around her face. Except for those eyes. Tired, yet striking vibrant violet orbs gazed in his direction.

At the time, he had to follow Niklaus to clean up and keep an eye on things after the whole ritual and betrayal affair.

All but Finn knew of having a soul-fated mate, since Finn had been daggered by that point. However, Kol seemed the most focused and obsessed with finding her. The moment Klaus came across an old witch, always looking for a solution to breaking his curse if he never came across a doppelganger, they were given this pleasant surprise.

Elijah could only stare in awe and complete euphoria at the revelation.

He had a soul-fated out there. 

Not even Katerina, or later any lover he took, could ever amount to this. He considered them all passing lovers to fill the void and time until their truest love came to them.

And here she stood.

The witch had, however, hinted that their soul-fated would be associated with magic and ravens, of night and beauty. She would play a special role in the world of magic; good or bad, she did not know. Except, even she was fascinated. 

Many other witches, not so much.

To them, she sounded as if she were an evil omen of death and destruction.

Yet the Mikaelson's grew up with a Viking father and believed more of the older mythologies of the world. 

Ravens were, overall, good omens. Protectors, helpers, all-knowing messengers and wise, including to be birds of prophecy.

To Elijah, she was their good fortune; Ravenna would save his family from themselves. Her mere presence would do the work, he believed.

Having witnessed her miracles of magic, he believed it. 

She was theirs, and they were hers.

And for those who threatened their beautiful raven, they would die horrible deaths.

Ravenna dressed in her usual casual style: black jeans, a light gray shirt, and a new pair of black boots with her usual backpack. Walking out of the bedroom, sunglasses hanging from mouth as she tied her hair back, she had settled her jewelry on their respective fingers, matching bracelets on each wrist, and necklace around her neck – she had quite the collection of enchanted jewelry. Perhaps not the prettiest, but they had their purpose.

Stopping in the middle of her kitchen, she made a cup of coffee to sip as she pulled out her phone to begin her shadow shifts across the world. As she walked around with her mug, backpack temporarily placed on her counter, she felt herself brush against something once more, much like the first two times. 

Paused, she calmly placed her mug on a shelf beside her as she carefully shifted to face wherever that presence was, deep in thought.

“I know you're there, and for some reason, I can somewhat feel your touch from wherever you are.” she eyed the space, lips pursed as she squinted a bit as she tried to catch any shift in space.

“Against better judgment,” Ravenna sighed, eyes looking up towards the ceiling as she raised her hand out, closing her eyes. “Try again, and let's test this out, shall we?”

When nothing happened, she hummed once, imagining that they probably didn't understand or believe her, “Think of me being able to speak to you like a medium, of sorts. Yeah, kinda like that. I mean, if you're a ghost, or something.”

Like his brothers, Finn was startled at the sudden attention on them.

As he touched her hand, the same feeling enveloped her, and she could tell he now covered more of her hand.

It wasn't Immediate, but she could suddenly feel the onslaught of his emotions, only deeper and felt a connection begin to form.

Happiness, joy, anticipation, and more.

“Who are you?” she asked, eyes shifting open to look at her hand. She couldn't see him, but she could certainly feel a growing warmth.

Breathing a bit faster, Finn looked at her in surprise and joy. His other hand lay over hers gently, now knowing that she could feel him in some sense. 

“Nafn mitt...Finn. Ah, hmm...my name...is Finn.” He knew his brothers were watching with envy, but he didn’t care. He was so happy to have this moment of peace from the pain of his coffin.

Eyes still on her hand still stretched outwards, though she felt the weight of his hold keep her there.

“Hello, Finn.” She smiled softly; lavender eyes gentle as she focused on his growing emotions. She noticed his accent, and wondered as it was familiar to her. She spent quite a time in Europe, but mostly she spoke a decent handful of languages from her college years. For reasons. "You spoke...Old Norse? Please, correct me if I'm wrong. Very curious."

Her response brought immediate reaction, surprise, and excitement of various levels within the brothers.

“Kan-You can ...hear me?” he asked in awe, his English a bit rough as he's been learning this way and through his brothers, mostly Elijah; Kol was childishly teaching him to inappropriate words and curses. How humiliating it would be if his first words to their anima fatis were horrid as Kol's imagination.

Ravenna tilted her head; it took a moment to hear him properly as it sounded somewhat distorted. Far away, despite being right in front of her. “Já, ek heyrða þik; it's strange - uh, óvenjulegt - but it's as if you're in astral - ástreka - form, yet you're not? You're alive, but you're…? It's like you're in some odd limbo? ...dauðr eða lifandi..?” (Yes, I can hear you./dead or alive?)

"Apologies, I'm still learning Old Norse, but I'm quite an astute student when it comes to languages." She couldn’t quite word it as she wanted to, but there was this feeling that was warped and weak like static in a radio struggling to find the connection. 

And she had no idea she was on the right path in her guesses.

Elijah observed her reaction and took in her words, she certainly seemed familiar with this realm of magic and the spiritual. “It's a wonder how she's able to connect with us, at all.”

“How is it that only Finn can do this?” Kol spoke, eyes narrowed in thought and envy. It was a good question, how was it only Finn could connect like this with their soul-fated?

Every time Kol attempted to touch her, nothing happened. The times Finn had; he received a variety reactions.

Finn considered this, but he had a feeling he knew.

“Eptir níu hundruð ár, I began to feel...myself closer to consciousness the last centuries.” He spoke softly, though there was an edge to his voice. “I felt...the pain of being daggered, enn fastur í þeirri myrkri einn til aldrei að sleppa.” (After nine hundred years,/still stuck in that darkness alone to never escape.)

Kol and Elijah stood beside him, regret mostly in Elijah's eyes. Kol understood to some extent and did not envy his oldest brother.

Ravenna felt all that Finn felt, but she could also hear some of it. “Oh, Finn. I feel what you do, whatever has happened to you… I cannot fathom…” she shook her head, the emotions so strong she felt her own tears begin to prickle at the corners of her watery lavender eyes. “I hear you, even if I can't see you. I'm assuming you're not alone, either.”

Just as they wished to continue, a loud honk echoed from outside, completely severing their connection as she jumped.

“Right, Caroline. I agreed to her showing me around today.” She sighed; nerves rattled at the moment. “Will pin this for later, Finn. I'll investigate this, whatever this is?”

Finishing her coffee, she sits it in the sink before walking off towards the door, unsure at the moment if her unseen guest is following her. 

Stepping out, she saw the younger girl standing beside her car, excitedly as she met with the newest resident.

“Oh my god, hi! I'm Caroline!” She approached with an exuberant hug, catching Ravenna completely off-guard. “You're the one my mom found lost in the woods?” She certainly had a blunt way of wording things, but it earned a chuckle from the dark-haired woman. 

This girl is the opposite of her mother.

For a moment, she felt an unusual vibe from the girl. She wasn't what she appeared to be, yet it threw her off. This girl held the aura of the undead, something she's come across quite a few times.

She prayed the girl wasn't of the flesh-eating type; zombies were not fun. 

“Yes, that'd be me, the lost hiker who bumped her head.” She chuckled at the teenager's reaction, mildly entertained by the energy and spunk. 

“Gosh, that's awful, but you're all ok and settling in fine?” She glanced at the apartment complex, to which Ravenna nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, just thought I'd try something different and live outside the big old city, ya know? Just needed a new change, I guess.” She smiled at the bubbly blonde, somewhat reminded of Mer's own energy. 

“Oh, it's boring here, you'll see. But there are some positives to this place,” she rambled. “Let's start with the Mystic Grill! The place to go for hangouts, drinks, and burgers. We'll go there for lunch so you can see for yourself, meet some friends!”

For the next couple of hours, the girls walked the downtown areas of connected buildings, the same area she saw the movie that other night. In fact, she swore she saw Caroline there with a few others, like the boy who stormed off. But she never brought it up. Not her business.

Eventually, they made their way around and bumped into some of Caroline's friends: Bonnie and Elena.

“Oh, guys, hey!” She called put, pulling Ravenna along. Again, undead vibes from this quite lively girl.

Ravenna huffed with a laugh as she stood beside her, brow raised with a smirk as she looked to the two girls who were eying her warily, yet with a pinch of mistrust.

Will file that away for later like the undead vibe I'm getting from Caroline.

“Hey, Care,” the one called Bonnie smiled at the tall blonde, then turned to her as the brunette beside had as well.

“Oh! This is Ravenna!” Caroline chirped, a smile on her face as she introduced the older woman. “She was the one mom found in the woods the other night, so mom and I thought that we’d welcome her and help her settle in since she’s staying!”

“Oh!” The other girl spoke, Elena, looking at Ravenna with understanding now. Ravenna merely smiled kindly, doing her best to study and read these three girls. She could feel that they were special in some manner by the magic she picked up on, especially this Bonnie. 

Hmm, that is most definitely magic I’m detecting, yet it’s…different than what I’ve felt. Although… no, nothing like Wandas witchcraft…

Mystic Falls was turning out to be unusual.

“How are you, Ravenna? It must be so crazy,” Bonnie spoke up, smiling kindly to her. 

“I’m ok, just unsettling and confusing.” She sighed out calmly, being clear to sound convincing and not lie. Best to give indirect and open based answers. “I’m so glad Liz found me, she’s been kind looking out for me.”

”Yeah, how about that…” Caroline muttered under her breath, but the older woman picked up on it, though said nothing to it. Must not get along…

Noticing Ravenna’s curious gaze, Caroline sighed as she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. “We’re not exactly getting along lately, but you know, whatever.”

”Oh, I wasn’t aware. But it happens. I think it’s normal to have that time in life,” Ravenna shrugged, pausing as she debated on getting deeper into that. Definitely not a first meet discussion. “Well, what else is there to check out here?”

She stuck around with the three as they showed her around, while Ravenna noticed Bonnie avoiding her with occasional side glances. Earlier, they had bumped into one another - a bit intentionally on Ravenna’s side to test something - and it seemed that Bonnie had suddenly picked up on Ravenna’s differences as she had on the younger girl. She may have sensed she wasn’t normal, but she hadn’t said anything yet about it.

While that made her nervous, she was curious how the girl would react so she’d occasionally glance her way with a curious friendly smile, playing it off as nothing. She wondered if she could feel the magic from herself as she had of Bonnie instantly upon contact, she was clearly trying hard to hide her reactions. The older woman could sense she had magic prior, but now it was a curious feeling that aligned more so with witchcraft. It made her weary and uncertain, she only had negative experiences with witches thus far. Not many to run into, but she tries hard not to stick them all together in the one group of baddies - she’ll give Bonnie the benefit of them doubt for now.

Ravenna begrudgingly accepted that Bonnie will keep this to herself; at least, for now. She knew the teen would bring this up with the other girls, and it made her curious what all she saw. She wasn’t hostile, or anything. Just wary and anxious around her, as if she really wanted to ask. At least, that’s what she was reading from the young witch.

Regardless, she played it off and enjoyed her time. She inquired about the foods and mostly spoke to Caroline, and some to Elena and Bonnie.

“So!” Caroline chirped, looking at Elena briefly who seemed to catch on a sighed with a small smile, nodding. “There’s a birthday party, and a few friends will be there you should SO meet.” She grinned at Elena. 

Ravenna paused mid-bite of her fry, looking surprised at Caroline to Elena. “Oh! Well, first off: Happy birthday, Elena!” She smiled genuinely. “Wow, short notice, uhhh, I think I have something I can give you, an idea at least.”

She pondered, she had a few lil pieces of simple enchantment rings she could give the girl. Something simple and subtle, nothing that would put up red flag alarms. At this, Elena’s eyes widened, stuttering to respond.

“Oh, no, you don’t need to give me anything,” she tried to downplay, turning to Caroline. “And I don’t want a party.” She sighed, everything in her life was a mess. Caroline simply pursed her lips, keeping quiet as she eyed her friend.

“Yes, please, darling, listen to her. Don't waste your time with getting her a gift,” snarked an unseen Kol, promptly rewarded with disapproving glares from his brothers.

“It’s no problem,” she smiled, glancing towards her small watch on her wrist.  “Well, here, Caroline. This is my number, so send me the details for tonight. I should head out, I’ve some things to do before tonight. Best to begin now.”

“Oh, absolutely! I’ll send you the deets! See you later, Ven!” brow raised at the nickname, she smirked and shook her head as she paid for their lunch and left.

Just as she left, Elena turned to Bonnie with a look, “Ok, what’s with you, are you ok?”

Bonnie sighed, still looking where the older woman walked. “Yeah, yeah, just…something’s…different about her.”

Elena and Caroline glanced at each other, “How do you mean?”

As a witch, she could get senses from people, pick up on visions about someone. “It’s strange, honestly. I don’t know, but she’s got magic. She’s…powerful. Like, really powerful. I couldn’t see much, just shadows and glimpses of this girl — younger than us. She was very protective of her. They didn't look like they're related, but they acted like sisters.” Sighing, she leaned back, rubbing her temple. “Prying gave me a headache. There’s a block there, like I was being forced out and shielded from her thoughts and memories - couldn’t read after that shift. She’s hiding something, that’s obvious. But I’m having a hard time telling if it has anything to do with us, that’s what I’m concerned about the most.”

The girls sat there, thinking. Especially with recent events, they had to be careful. “Is she, well, bad? Could you read that? Her intentions?” Caroline asked, she was nervous at this revelation, but a part of her felt comfortable with her - what was up with that?

“No, she’s not bad; however, she is dangerous, but she didn’t seem to…focus on us? She didn’t show any clear signs she knows that Elena is a doppelgänger.” Bonnie and the girls shared looks, there was no telling what that meant and if it were a good thing or bad. Only time would tell.

“That’s good, at least. Right, Elena?” Caroline looked over at their friend, often in the middle of anything supernatural as of late. 

“Yeah, that’s a good thing.” The girl sighed, one thing less to worry over. “Maybe it’s nothing to worry over.”

”Yeah,” Bonnie wished Gran was there. “I think, my instinct is telling me that she’s just lost, and this was the place she coincidentally ended up. Why? No clue. Nothing more to it than that — has nothing to do with us. Not directly, at least.”

Elena sighed, leaning back against her seat. “Well, she seems genuine, and I don’t want to assume and think everyone is bad or out to get us. So, for now, let’s go day by day, get to know her and be cautious.” She felt a bit guilty about treating Ravenna differently, but new faces were often here for something. Biting her lip a little, she looked at the other two, “Let’s not treat her any differently, but just keep open to the idea that she’s hiding something that may or may not be involved with us.” She looked to Caroline once more, “What about your mom? She’s the one who found her.”

Caroline nodded, “I agree, she appears friendly, so unless she does something evil or sprouts horns, or something, I’m not going to treat her any different. Mom seems to like her, and she hasn’t done anything harmful. In fact, she wants to invite Ravenna over sometime, hoping to make her stay much more comfortable. Dunno.” She huffed as she gathered her belongings, glancing at the girls once more. “Well, I’m out of here. Dig whatever I can from mom. Talk later, bye!”

With that, the girls went their separate ways, wondering about their newest resident. 

Chapter Text

Sitting in a library, a young girl with braided raven-hair, slumped over in a bored manner. She had been reading these books for hours upon hours, and while she had a fairly good memory and understanding, it could become quite exhausting mentally after a long time sitting and reading.

Having lived in Kamar Taj for two years now, young Ravenna lived under the protection and guardianship of the Ancient One, who took it upon themselves to teach and guide the young girl – she had an interesting lifestyle.

“Raven,” violet eyes immediately locked onto the figure of an amused Master Wong, bringing a slight smile to her face. “What have you learned today?”

The soon-to-be pre-teen, Ravenna, huffed with a roll of her eyes, “Just repeating the basics, chi and whatnot.”

Master Wong raised a brow, patiently. “I see, it is fundamental to learn the basics and remind ourselves where we start.”

Ravenna looked at him, curiously. “I suppose, but a part of me just wants to see what’s next, you know? I’ve been reading for so long, and just feeling a bit burnt.”

Wong held a stern expression on his face, hands behind his back as he looked at the young teen. Though, she could see the subtle twitch of his lips, fighting off a grin.

“Why don’t I take you to karaoke later,” Wong offered, which certainly got the girls attention.

“Yes! That would be awesome! Will I be allowed, though?” she inquired.

“I do not see any problem with it. You deserve a break after all the hard work you’ve done, young Raven.” At that, the two turned to see the approaching Sorcerer Supreme.

“Really?” Ravenna looked rather excited at the idea.

“Of course,” the Ancient One smiled. “However, first we must finish your training. Now, come, let’s finish this day with your lessons.”

At this, Ravenna's eyes lit up wide as she set aside the books, and brushed off her student garments as she proceeded to follow the Sorcerer Supreme. Eager to train more, the girl followed the motions of trying to calm her mind and excitement and proceeded to bow to her teachers.

These days were her favorite, training under the Sorcerer Supreme's strict teachings that had high reward in the long term. Memories of simple and calm days as she stayed within the walls of Kamar Taj, and later the New York Sanctum.

As they entered another room, she realized that the training the Ancient One was referring to was not what she had thought: meditations.

Sighing in defeat, and disappointment, she obeyed regardless.

Especially, controlling her powers; she had been struggling and at times her powers acted out, often dependent on her mood. Hence, the meditations under watch with the Sorcerer Supreme.

At times, they had to interfere and ease Ravenna out of her meditations.

After they were done, Wong came around once more and called for her.

“Alright, let's head out, you will love this place. Even kids your age enjoy it; no doubt you’ll make a friend.” Wong began. “But after, bed. You have school tomorrow.” Wong spoke, having opened a portal to the New York Sanctum. 

Quickly, Ravenna stood up, quickly bowing to the Sorcerer Supreme. “Thank you!”

The ancient one smiled, watching as the girl left through the portal, disappearing from view. Before Wong left, the ancient one called for his attention.

“Before you go, Master Wong,” they began, eyes peering at the tea set beside them, having arrived moments ago. A hand slips through a hidden pocket within their robes, “Read over this, please. And look into the prophecy, will you? I fear time is limited for this, and while I shall continue my research, I hope to have this continue, in case, something shall befall me. At the very least, onto you, and the next Sorcerer Supreme.”

Wong hesitated, but took the bound book offered.

“We must prepare her for what is to come.” 

Mid-brew of her tea, violet eyes blinked as she was pulled out of the unexpected vision of her past, though not of her memories specifically - it seems someone is trying to tell her something.

She worried over what the Ancient One had meant; that was a bit concerning and, as always, incredibly vague and ominous as fuck. Even as a child, whenever they spoke, it had her doubting and dissecting their words. Often, it meant nothing, and she'd feel as she wanted to pull her hair out, much to the Ancient Ones amusement. They did it on purpose.

Whatever could be so important to prepare her and how did they prepare her? Perhaps her training over the years? No one ever said anything.

It did bring up some old mysteries of her past, Ravenna remembered very little of her life prior to Kamar Taj, if at all. Yet, some of those few memories didn't quite fit. Still, her youth wasn't like most kids, as she didn't have that normal family dynamic, especially as she had been taken in by a monastery run by monks and taught the mystic arts.

To be frank, some the shit taught may have been considered child endangerment to some parts of the world. But Ravenna was never really the average child: far above average memory, physiology, and so on - she was a strange child.

Then again, she raised by Wong, and eventually, Doctor Strange – ‘pops’, as she'd eventually call him – and a very special structured education, hard to say of it was just taught or natural. In her universe, she had met Doctor Stephen Strange earlier in life as a young teen, just like America with the variant of him. In fact, it wasn't that long after that vision she had.

Even the Ancient One, for a time, was family. When they had passed, she felt as if she had lost any other parent-figure. Mordo had been the uncle she clashed with, but equally looked after her. Until he turned on all of them, and his view of her had altered. 

Somehow, her magic and power over shadows concerned him suddenly. She was now ‘unnatural’ in his eyes, and threatened her that he'd look into her and watch her.

Yes, he threatened a child.

Strange did NOT take well to that, especially Wong.

And before she knew it, her youth was torn apart as she lost a few family members in such tragic ways.

Death and betrayal.

Since then, it has been difficult to open up to many others. She feared losing someone else. She feared the pain. And then America completely unhinged her life and threw her into a life of adventure and chaos. She felt those walls crumble just for her.

And even now, so far lost in the vast multiverse, she couldn't help but to remember the good days of her own youth.

Coming to the present, Ravenna reflects and remembers her past struggles with her powers, and that same fear trickles into her mind. She needed to practice those old meditations again, just in case.

By the time America showed up, she finally had the control she needed. When they were across the multiverse for years, Ravenna had to learn on the spot and improvise. She got crafty and learned so many dirty tricks, all included mastering theft and deception. 

A lot of the time, she had to do whatever it took to get out and protect America. She went against a lot of her personal morals, and as a result, changed as a person.

She wasn't against taking life, and it concerns her that she isn't afraid of that fact; yet, she accepted it more so now as a part of her. She couldn't tell if she simply cut out a part of herself, or added; both?

But it also came with risk of her powers, and the corruption – no way she’ll end up like the Scarlett Witch.

The last time she had meditated was nearly a year ago, she lost count after a while.

Standing at her sink, sipping a cup of tea she had brewed to relax, Ravenna stared outside her kitchen window in contemplation. In the corner of her eye, she could see a few dark feathered visitors perched along the branches of a nearby tree.

What a curious sight, she thought to herself, suddenly feeling inspired.

“Nothing like the present,” she whispered, soon she dressed herself down in her yoga clothes; leggings and a sports bra under a thin material tank-top that crossed her back rather than completely covering - she wanted to feel ‘light’.

Following a series of stretches, she settles back on her mat she placed below and situates herself easily. Before her she had set up a mini altar with incense lit, a figure with the symbol of the Vishanti Seal, a book devoted to her meditations specifically for her, and a series of old runes on stones – Old Norse, Asgardian, and symbols of protection taught in Kamar Taj.

The rune stones were gifts for her from a few iconic friends.

However, unbeknownst to Ravenna, the Old Norse and Asgardian caught the attention of the brothers, shocked and curious at this discovery. And while the Asgardian was similar to Old Norse, it wasn't the same language clearly.

Who was she, they wondered.

She began her meditation with closed eyes, a deep sigh, and rolled her shoulder to joints to relax as she let out her stress. 

Legs crossed over as her hands gently lazed over her lap, connecting. Deep breaths repeated, she felt herself give in to her mind, a familiar process that she was taught at a young age.

The brothers watched as she began to slowly drift upwards, levitating in the same posture. It was such an unusual, yet awe-inspiring sight as they observed her, seeing this peace of mind reflect outwards.

They could see wisps of shadows and dark violet swirls in places; subtle, but there. Even in their astral forms, they could feel the power emanating from her.

Her hair flowed slightly in place, and for the next hour, she felt her inner self settle and calm for the time being. Realizing now that she was gradually closing in on a breaking point, and she didn’t doubt it would happen, just that it was inevitable. She’s simply delaying it.

And when that day happens, she prays none are near.

Putting everything away, she stood in place and with a wave of her hands, she took the easy way and redressed – everything simply reappeared on her.

Finally, she felt centered and refreshed.

“To conjure, or transform physical objects?” her magic baffled Kol, but he was impressed, and – if a bit honest with himself – envious. And he hated that from himself. He missed his magic, but even as a witch, he couldn’t do as she does. And he knew well enough that she’s only doing the simplest of skills.

Yet, the colors hidden within shadows were the same shade of violet as her eyes, it was a curious detail. He hoped soon he could converse with her, and learn as much as he could about her from every inch of her body and the depths of her soul. If they could feel her magic from a distance, would it be different up close? It made him wonder about the compatibility of wiccan's nature magic and her own, and if they could somehow create new spells just for her.

Like Kol, Finn saw beauty in her magic; a darkness that, for some, looked terrifying, but he could feel her from the magic flowing through. The shadows merely a part of their soul-fated, comforting him when he would otherwise fear the darkness. He wondered about different things than Kol, more along the lines of her likes and dislikes, her past and experiences. To converse about any topic, and spend any domestic moment he could with her.

In awe of her power, Elijah was more caught in how her presence would alter in their fates. And he couldn’t help but worry how Niklaus would truly take to her, and how she’d view Niklaus – as he knew his brother well. 

Niklaus would see power, and has had that in his head since learning of her, but this? He worried he’d use her, and maybe hurt her; intentional or not. 

On the other hand, their soul-fated bond could guide his brother in a better direction.  He could only hope, but one thing did linger constantly behind all other thoughts: 

Could she render the daggers useless? Would Niklaus stop daggering them?

“Those…breeches are rather…” Finn swallowed thickly, eyes lingering a bit. “Tight.”

Kol grinned wickedly at his brother, smug at the choking sound he let out while speaking. “Brother, I agree. Aren't they just brilliant? You can see her ti-”

“Enough.” Elijah sighed, though he also couldn't help to notice either.

“Alright, time to go.”

In a swirl of shadows, the sorceress teleports herself across the country. She’ll enjoy traveling after her immediate concerns, so now would be best to research, investigate, and then put down any possible roots for the time.

For all she knew, this would be temporary.

Upon arriving in New York, Ravenna strolled the streets for a while, enjoying the familiarity and observing the differences. Nearing Washington Square Park, she was hit with a wave of nostalgia as the wistful memories of times before with America. And despite the chaos and dangers, there was something about the adventure that she had quite enjoyed, especially seeing things completely new. Strange, even. But there were fun times when they laughed. Times when they’ve cried, nearly losing the other. Over the years, they grew a sisterly bond, one that she treasured.

And it hurt knowing she may never see America again, so she had to at least see what she could do.

This calmer and simpler world felt odd, as chaos was all she knew for such a long time. It was different not having to move constantly and run for your life. She guessed it was due to having to live in a certain manner for so long, you grow accustomed even if it shouldn’t be a norm.

Still, she moved like she felt the show would drop at any second. That this was a joke, and she was trapped in some illusion.

She’s been there, and done that. Not a fan.

It felt wrong to relax, not that she was really doing much since she’s still in fight or flight mode.

For now, she needed a breather.

Stopping by the Washington Square Arch, she walked towards the fountain, observing everyone gathered and passing. Families together, enjoying the weather. Locals walking their dogs, or people rushing by on their phones. Overall, it was just another New York of the multiverse.

Deciding to continue on through the park, she crossed walkways and sidewalks towards Bleecker Street, enjoying the occasional shop and restaurant. Casually, she did notice a few black birds – ravens – following her, no doubt naturally drawn to her like any other universe.

While she took her time, taking everything in, she finally arrived at her destination. It looked exactly like the images online, although there were some more differences up close she noted. Stepping up to the building, the woman attempts to peer through the windows, looking both ways for eyes on her casually. Seeing none, she turns back, eyes shimmering in a violet glow, and peered through with her shadow sight. Cameras, security, etc – nothing.

Seeing none, she walks her way towards a little alley, checking for cameras there before shadow shifting through.

Standing inside the entrance suddenly, it looked as she remembered. Save for the lack of furnishings, it had the same structure as the previous sanctums from any of the multiverse versions. 

Bittersweet memories flooded through, back to when she first began her journey into the Mystic Arts.

Well, for all she could recall.

It had the same kind of rich and warm colors, the elegant patterns and designs. Slowly stepping inside, standing right before the stairs, she turned for a full 360 and took in the details.

It was a bit dusty, hinting that it had been somewhat neglected, but not that long. No damages, which she was thankful for, yet it was empty.

She began her ascension up the stairs, and made her way towards the level with the vast circular window without the “Seal of Vishanti”, also known to be the “Window of the Worlds”.

It was mildly discomforting with the lack of familiarity there.

She used to sit there – not here, here though – to watch out the window, or read and study. The view gave her space to think and relax. She’d alternate which path to whichever balcony to sit, but she enjoyed the height and views.

And Doctor Strange would keep her company at times, vaguely she would recall a strange look on his face when he’d look at her. A distant look, as if recalling something. A sadness in his eyes, as pain lingered at some thought. 

But he would always smile, and give her comfort with his words and guidance. He looked after her, like Wong, but there was an odd presence as if she was blocked. As if someone was looking in through his eyes, and sharing what they did.

Then there were normal days where he’d take her to get ice cream around the corner, or the deli a building down. She’d talk and talk about this and that, and he’d listen.

If she hurt herself, he’d fuss over her, concerned even if it was a scrape or she had injured herself during training.

Despite the lingering oddity, she looked it over and enjoyed the moments.

She treasured every memory with the man who became the father-figure she needed.

Although, like she did with every variant of Doctor Strange…

She felt as if she knew him, or had some past familiarity she couldn't recall.

Sometimes, she couldn't explain it, but she felt as if there was an ache of loss everytime she looked at him.

As if she was seeing him after feeling she never would again.

Leaning against one edge of the window, so as not to be so openly in view for those below, ravenna closed her eyes as emotions began to build up. That wave hit her with a vengeance.

A sob escaped, and she slid down the wall and onto the floor, hair curtaining around her head as she leaned over in gasps. “It hurts.” She cried out. “Gods, it hurts so much.”

Her right hand grasped at her chest, scrunching up the shirt she wore, the other gripping her knee as she leaned against the wall.

It had been some time since she last broke down and cried, closing off for some time. At this point, she had a war waging inside, feeling hope slipping from her grasp. 

She’s losing grip of herself and reality — not a good combination.

As she began to feel herself fall and fall as her emotions took over, she felt a gentle touch brush against her back; she could sense the concern and empathy.

She was surprised, yet a bit relieved to have someone.

“Hello, Finn,” she didn’t think he’d have followed her here, imagining that Mystic Falls was some supernatural, or whatever, anchor-point. “Thank you.”

The tears that had fallen, she wiped away. Sniffling, she felt a bit embarrassed she had an unseen audience. With deep breaths, she did her best to calm herself down, knowing that Finn could hear her.

“This,” she looked up, gesturing tiredly at the window. “...isn’t the same. This place isn’t the same. It’s empty. And…I know this makes no sense to you, or anyone, but this place was my home once. It’s complicated.”

Finn’s hand was holding her hand in comfort, and she couldn’t hear him as well as she could before, assuming maybe Mystic Falls did have some buffer to this.

“I'm sorry. I’m not ready to share this…not ready to accept it.” And while this spirit didn’t understand, he did accept her not willing to share. And to that, she lifted her necklace from inside her shirt, revealing her enchanted symbol of the ‘Seal of Vishanti’. “It’s a symbol of protection where I’m from. A gift from someone special.”

She wanted to know what Finn’s intent was, first of all. And while he may not give off malevolence, she couldn’t trust him. Especially, for all she knew, he was powerful enough to deceive her.

So, for now, that’s all she’ll share. Nothing more.

Unfortunately, she’ll have to find a way to block him out, or to find ways to get away. If he’s following her specifically, then why? For what purpose? Does he know about Mer?

While these thoughts would give her pause, for some reason with this ‘Finn’, she didn’t get the sense he was even aware of Mer nor any ulterior motives.

For now.

Blinking in the direction of where his hand would be, she took a deep breath and dug inside for her strength, and reminded of her perseverance. She refused to feel sorry for herself, only needing to fight and push forward. Now, she needed to move.

Turning, her eyes now clear, she searches for her next path, pushing away the worries of her unknown companion. She needed to see everything, just to have that really set it in stone.

In passing, she noticed the Rotunda of Gateways existed, but not designed in the same way for the doors. In fact, there were no signs of magic whatsoever here. She was disappointed in this realization, but in a way curious how she could remedy that.

This was supposed to be a Nexus point, after all.

To that thought, Ravenna glanced around and took note of where she would need to set some wards, and got busy. The entire place would soon be blocked to everyone, but her. Every door and window, nothing would be able to get in and she hoped that with any luck, this place would be in her hands.

Having seen the sign on the windows, she was going to buy this place out, even though it took most of her savings.

Satisfied, she eyed the same alleyway before shifting in shadows there. With one last pass by, she noticed a few more ravens had joined the previous three, each finding a perch along the sanctum.

Smiling, she took this as a good sign.

Flipping out her out-dated phone, strange to revert back to older technologies, she proceeded to call the number.

Failing to notice the eyes on her from across the street.

…

For a few hours, she stayed to shop and enjoy her time away from all her worries, and even found a gift for Elena that night.

For a time, she considered letting Caroline know she wouldn’t make it, especially with how things were going for her. She decided to go, hoping it would prove to be a positive distraction.

Maybe find some answers.

It was a little strange to be invited to what she’d imagined was a teen gathering for a birthday, but not one to be rude, she didn’t turn it down. Besides, maybe she could learn some things about Mystic Falls. And be sure to help some kids get home safe if they’re honestly bringing alcohol. She figured that’s what was happening, she did it once in a while in her teens.

Deciding on something simple, she found a few little charms and stone turned beads to pick from, and before the party, she’d enchant it with some effects. Nothing huge to notice, but simple one-time used spells could give her some help. Stress? School tests? Needing a muse?

Unaware that what this girl really needed was a protection spell.

With an appointment set up with the realtor, Ravenna slips through shadows back to Mystic Falls to get ready and enchant the charms and beads for the bracelet.

Dressed nicely in black heeled boots, light make-up, hair done loose and down, and a red leather jacket over a white lace thin strapped top and black jeans; she was ready and set to head over to the Salvatore Manner. She simply took a cab to keep up appearances, and if needed, she’d walk out and slip through shadows to get back home.

Immediately, she was bewildered by the amount of teens in one place — although, dumb of her to think differently, Elena was a high schooler. Clearly, the Salvatore’s come from money. She vaguely remembered Caroline’s explanation that Elena was dating one of the brothers, or that it was complicated. Honestly, the sorceress had been so out of the dating world that she couldn’t tell you what’s common practice —perhaps both? Regardless, it’s not her business.

It was officially evening as she stepped up, night already shrouding the sky. As she stepped closer, she could feel her sixth sense, as she dubbed it, about this place.

Ignoring that feeling, and the unseen companions — debating on whether or not to deal with it sooner or later — she seemed to have picked up, she knocked on the door and immediately she was greeted by the preppy, energetic blonde, Caroline.

“Oh my god! You’re here! I didn’t know if you would, but I'm so glad you did!” Caroline gushed in excitement, a brilliant wide grin spread across her face. “Come in, come in! Let me show you around and get you set and introduce you to some people.”

Ravenna followed inside, small gift in hand as she casually looked around to take in the place. There was history to this manner, at every corner she could see some well-kept antiques and the style held a certain class. Overall, it was homely, and grand with it’s rich history.

Standing beside Caroline, Ravenna felt pretty short beside her, and even with those heels she felt herself having to really look up at her. Ravenna wasn’t tall, but she was just a little below average in height at five foot four inches, and even with her three inch heeled boots, didn’t really give her much. 

Heels clicked as they walked through the manner, having to shuffle between teenagers who were enjoying their night — some a bit more than others, no judgement. She’s not one to tell others what to do with their own lives, hers wasn’t the norm, regardless. 

Eyes swept across the rooms, spotting an odd keg here and there with obvious amounts of beer in coolers. Most chatting away, laughing and enjoying their young lives away from responsibilities. She could understand and respect that, everyone needed an escape from time to time. There was a lot of alcohol, that’s for certain…

Yeah, she was NOT getting caught if the police showed up. First sign of those siren lights, she’s jumping into the nearest shadow.

“There she is!” Caroline ran up to Elena standing by a man, she wore a simple and cute white dress and white heels. 

Instead of following she lingered in the same spot Caroline left her, intentionally averting her eyes away from curious ones – teen boys in particular were eying her like something to eat. That made her feel awkward as hell.

Oddly, she could sense from her unseen friend, and other sources that they were not happy with the attention. One more hostile than others, but protective all the same. 

She couldn’t help the furrow in her brows in confusion, but shook it off as this wasn’t the place nor time to talk to them.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait that long as Caroline then pulled Elena towards her. Upon noticing Ravenna, surprise was clear on her face.

“Hey, I thought I’d stop by for a bit, at least. And, here,” Ravenna handed over the small little gift. “Just a little something, hope you like it.” She hadn’t gifted anyone else something like this outside of Mer, but why was this so awkward?

Elena gave a soft, thankful smile. “Thank you, you really didn’t need to, but I appreciate it.”

Opening the little box, Elena smiled at the beautiful little charm bracelet with little crystals of amethyst. There was one little feather which dangled next to one the charm of her birth stone.

“I did a little custom arrangement, but amethyst is a stone of protection,” she began, halting as she realized that her knowledge wasn't commonly shared. “If you believe in that sort of thing. Supposed to help reduce stress, anxiety, and so on. Among other things. Knowing you’re in school still, and adult life is happening, maybe it’ll help to have it in your possession.”

She DID enchant it, charging it to work as the stone is known for. Having the ability to tap into all corners of magic certainly helps. After Wanda, she hesitates using much of her witchcraft powers.

Little things like this, she felt at ease to do, at the very least.

“And the feather?” Elena smiles, appreciating the thought put into this kind of gift.

“Ah, well, aside from my name, I'm a bird person - ravens, especially. They often have positive symbolism, such as protection. I enjoy giving gifts with thought and symbolism, as you can see.” Ravenna shuffled in place, a bit nervous as she was a little into giving gifts.

“I love that, the thought is what’s most important. Thank you!” Elean slipped it on, feeling at ease and suddenly more peaceful than she had been prior. She didn’t think much of it.

Seeing that the teen genuinely liked the gift, Ravenna turned to Caroline as she pulled out a tin, the top clear to see what was inside. “I did make some classic Norwegian Chocolate Chip Cookies and Swedish Butter Cookies, something I picked up in my travels. Lived in Norway for a time, actually.”

“What? That sounds so good. How do they differ from plain ol’ chocolate chips?” Caroline inquired.

“Hm, well, they’re like a delicious mash-up of a sugar cookie and a chocolate chip cookie. You use a pizza cutter after baking, and dig in. It’s fun, and great for around the holidays, too. I’ve got other recipes stored away.”

“Well, it sounds like we need to invite you to every family holiday AND food-related events.” Caroline began to scheme.

“You sound well traveled, Ravenna.” Elena spoke up, each lady moved along as they moved to another room with less people. “It sounds amazing. Where else have you lived?”

Head tilted, she considered what to answer, and settled with a couple. “Norway, as I mentioned, also a few places in Europe. Um, Nepal for a time in my youth, and New York later. I had a lot of adult figures growing up that came from all walks in life — all over the world. Even my twenties have been…quite adventurous, had me moving about often.”

Both girls shared looks of surprise, curious and clearly had plenty of questions.

Perfectly timed, a couple of drunk teens crowded Elena to say ‘Happy Birthday’ before stumbling along. Ravenna bit her lip to try and hold back a chuckle at the situation, Elena clearly wasn't really vibing with the party as Caroline.

“Well,” Caroline moved the conversation along. “What are the plans now?”

Ravenna stood in place, contemplating. “I find myself drawn here. Dunno, but I’m seeing what Mystic Falls has in store for me.”

“Well, I’m glad that you’re here to stay. It’ll be nice to have other friends outside our group.” Caroline handed a beer to Ravenna, whose brow rose in amusement as the clearly underage teen handed her, the adult, an alcoholic beverage. Accepting it, regardless, she felt relaxed and actually a part of a community. It’s been such a long time.

“Thanks,” Ravenna took a swig. “And thank you for accepting me, everyone’s been kind so far and helpful. I’m still unsure what happened,” she spoke a truth around her lie. “But, maybe, some things happen for a reason and I’ll go along for the ride. I’m not in any hurry to leave.” Not leaving far from either location, just in case. Who knows if point of landing would be important, but the Sanctum in New York would be a first go if Mer found her way here — she hoped.

The girls continued to chat, shifting direction as they brought her where this Alaric sat. The woman side-eyed the teens as the blonde had this look about her, trying to be subtle as she gestured between her and Alaric.

“Well, this is Alaric Saltzman, he’s our history teacher and-“ Elena gave Caroline an incredulous look at the way her friend was introducing him, a suggestive smile on her false innocent look. “AND he’s Elena’s guardian…” Ravenna gave them an amused and stunned expression.

“Right,” Elena huffed, but continued. “Alaric, this is Ravenna, she’s the new resident we told you about.”

”A very pretty new resident,” Caroline casually mentioned below her breath. Alaric gave the girl a subtly pained, exasperated look. “Sorry, too soon. Regardless, she needs new friends and familiar faces.” She had well-intentions, honestly.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” ranted an irritated Kol. “The pesky little vampire is trying to play match-maker with OUR soul-fated!”

Ignoring the strange set-up, Ravenna smiled at the girls, “you can call me Raven, or Ven, if you’d prefer. I can go by either, really.”

“Oh! Ven, is cool! But, so is Raven. Hmm,” Caroline pondered. Ravenna chuckled, “take your time, it’s not a common name. You could even find a nickname, I know I tend to give some.”

She didn’t question the strange cut off, but she turned to the man who had a hesitant expression, looking at her curiously. He raised his hand out for her to shake, “Alaric, as they said. It’s nice to meet you. And, I apologize for that,” gives the blonde a look. “She means well, but she’s harmless.”

Ravenna chuckled, they were clearly an interesting group thus far. “Same, and no worries.” The sorceress shook his hand, and a moment of trepidation hit her as she felt this strange energy of magic from the ring he wore. Interesting , she thought. Trying her hardest to not look at it, she acted casual as she took a swig of her beer and averted her eyes.

She studied him as subtly as she could, picking up on the tired and exhausted look in his eyes. He seemed to be going through something, even by the posture and aversion of eye-contact. He was handsome enough, not her type she guessed. But he seemed kind and understanding.

“So, they briefly mentioned you teach?” Ravenna spoke softly, feeling like she should at least build a foundation for a potential friendship. Plus, he seemed to need the minor distraction.

Alaric took in a slow breath, “uh, yeah, yeah. History, I teach history. And just,” he gestured to the girls who had left them. “looking after these kids.”

Head tilted to the side as she leaned back a bit, observing him attempt to subtly look her over. “They seem to be the… trouble-magnets.”

Alaric huffed out a laugh, a quick swig of his drink. “oh, you have no idea. I’m constantly having to pull them out of trouble a lot, and it seems to be a full-time job in itself.”

At this she smiled a bit more genuinely, eyes looking over his shoulder as she thought of America and herself. “Yeah, I’m familiar with troublesome teens.”

At that, the older man looked at her curiously. At the mild confusion, she continued. “I…well, I kinda fostered one teen for a few years. Almost five years, actually. Just a weird situation, but…she needed someone to look after her, and I was there. And, like yourself,” she laughed, eyes back to him. “had to help her out of some trouble she naturally draws in, like a magnet.”

“They’re always up to something.” He chuckled, hand sweeping through his messy short hair.

“Yeah,” Ravenna adjusted her position, leaning over as she brought up one leg on the perch. “She became a little sister to me over the years, acted the role well.”

Alaric smiled genuinely, laughing as well. There seemed to be some common ground there to build a sense of trust and kinship. Her eyes turned to the party, observing from their vantage point. She could feel his observing her, taking in her features and posture.

“The moment I am un-daggered, I’m ripping his eyes out of his sockets.” Kol continued on, annoying his brothers with his complaints.

“Kol, she’s clearly not interested,” Elijah sighed. “And there is no problem with him looking, she is quite beautiful. Now, if he touched her, then, yes.”

“We’ll remove his hands?” Kol perked up at this, a devilish grin growing by the second.

“If we must.”

Finn sighed in exasperation at his younger brothers. “So, violent; the both of you.”

“We watch over them and let them learn from their mistakes, but always there for them when they need us. If they’re in trouble, or danger, it’s up to us to protect and guide them.” She spoke so softly, only he could hear. She felt this moment, just FELT it. She wanted to open up in some way, especially let someone know. “I miss her. Everyday. I watched her grow from a kid to a preteen to a young teen. And, while we’re apart, I am always thinking of her. I will be there when she needs me. Support her in anything.”

“Where is she?”

Violet eyes watered a bit, “With someone I trust. Happy.” She felt as if she were lying to herself, but… somehow, deep down, she KNEW she was safe. And happy. She didn’t need her. America was more than capable of looking after herself, especially in Doctor Strange’s care.

She was at ease, comfortable enough to let some of her guard down, but she kept an eye around her, and her shadows would feel for any danger.

“You’re different.”

Violet eyes looked at him suddenly, thrown off by the bold, short assessment.

“Oh? How so? Did the eyes give it away?” Ravenna jokes, her violet eyes often drew in people, unusual and exotic.

He laughed at that, and shook his head. “No. I mean, yeah, but I don’t know. There’s something about you that just feels different, and you… genuinely care.”

She didn’t know what to say, but she knew he was being open and honest. No ulterior motive in there. While she was thinking, Alaric spoke up.

“Ah, Damon…this is Ravenna, or Ven.” Alaric introduced her, eyes looking at her for confirmation. It seemed he leaned towards Ven, and the woman smiled at him in response.

Turning her head back to the new figure, she studied him. He was handsome, though there was a cocky air about him.

He was dangerous.

The way he held himself spoke to her he had no issue invading someone’s bubble, or hurting them.

While keeping a calm and cool appearance, she was ready to act if he moved any one way. His eyes were on her, suspicious and wary of her already. She smiled at him, and raised her hand to shake. He immediately took her hand, kissed the back of it.

Internally, she cringed.

Kol looked to Elijah with a glare.

“He’s losing his hands AND his lips. In fact, just all of him.”

Elijah merely flattened his lips in distaste and annoyance at the young vampire. He should have figured that he’d run into their soul-fated, and naturally be drawn to her beauty.

Now, if only he could just set him straight.

Violently.

“Well, well,” a devilish smirk grew on his lips as his piercing sharp blue eyes burned into her as if trying to read her thoughts. “a new lady-friend, Ric?”

Brow raised at this, she could hear Alaric coughing out his drink. “N-No, she’s new and Caroline invited her, Elena and her introduced us.”

“Right, I wasn’t going to say, moving on a bit fast there.” He joked a bit, “But who am I to judge.” Damon tightly smiled at Alaric before turning back to her. Eyes connecting intentionally.

“Why don’t you go on and get a new drink, I need to speak to Ric. Alone.” There was something in his eyes, dilating in a certain manner that told her he was using an ability on her.

The gall of Damon Salvatore.

He had marked himself as a high target for the Mikaelson brothers.

However, it seemed that it didn’t work.

“Damon.” Alric gritted out, not happy with the sudden action. He turned to her with a softer look. “Be careful, Ravenna. I’ll see you later.”

Wanting to play along, Ravenna merely nodded before standing up to leave, not without a good-bye to Alaric who looked uncomfortable and pensive. But there was no danger from Damon to him, just possibly if she refused.

She could feel his eyes on her back a for a bit til she was out of visual. As she was leaving, she decided to actually follow through, but now? Her interest was wanting to know what the hell Damon was, because the gift to control someone’s mind isn’t one to take lightly.

She could feel the attempt of control whisper along the edges of her mind, and she easily blocked it entirely. It was concerning how casually he was using this gift so openly with guests, potential witnesses. All of it was disconcerting. 

Blending in, she kept her eyes on all around her, being sure to avoid Caroline and Elena. Occasionally, she had to redirect and shake off some horny, no doubt, underage teenagers, mildly disturbed at the attention. Aside from behavior, too young. She hoped that he wasn’t the Salvatore that Elena was dating, he was definitely too old. Closer to her age.

Creepy dude, she deduced.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t shake Caroline, which she hadn’t minded so much. Even met her friend? Tyler Lockwood. They talked for a bit, and enjoyed more beer. Not that Ravenna was complaining, she was actually enjoying her time.

Though, she wondered if she should be concerned about the amount of underage drinking around her.

She shrugged: not her problem, not her business.

By now, she had enjoyed four beers, and somewhere along the way, she snatched some bourbon – the fancy stuff – and probably Damon's special collection he may or may not want anyone digging into. The decanter set was very nice, crystal it appeared. With a lazily wave of the hand, the set vanished in shadows. 

He’ll probably notice it missing later.

Too bad.

Continuing her digging, Ravenna opted to open the cabinets and perused as if she were shopping, sipping at the bourbon in hand. Clumsily, she’ll reach for something, knocking over objects along the way, and lazily observe the objects in her hand – half the time she’ll pocket it or put it back. Every now and then, she’ll glance over her shoulder to see if Damon Salvatore was nearby, or any eyes on her suspiciously.

Kol was chuckling at their little mate, amused by her flippant defiance and desire to irritate the Salvatore. Cackling when she had stolen some of his glass bottles and shot glasses, thoroughly impressed at the use of the shadows. It seemed her klepto behavior was rearing its head in the perfect moment.

“Can’t say that I would have done the same, but this is absolutely entertaining. Wonder if she’ll do this sort of pettiness towards one of you?” Kol mused, side-eyeing his too serious brothers.

As she continued her mission ‘FUCK YOU, creepy Salvatore’, she proceeded to drink away some of his better alcohol as stealthily as she could.

Elijah, while he stood with a mature disposition, was even amused at her behavior. Found it rather endearing, as did his brothers. If a bit concerning that her habits have shown to both be stealing from and taunting a dangerous individual. 

Finn was worried she’d be caught, and could do nothing to protect her from the Salvatore. But smiled despite himself when she rearranged some books out of spite and managed to stack furniture with a wave of her hand.

By now, she had a very successful buzz going for her. And in her haze, she stumbled down some corridor to another, grumbling to herself as she bumped into things, nearly knocking over a few things, and pausing against the walls along the way. 

Having another pause, Ravenna leant against a wall, exhaustedly checking to see if she had been followed. Seeing and feeling nothing in the immediate vicinity, she mosied on down til she came across a strange door.

“Does this dude have a dungeon? What the-?” she slurred, attempting to pull on the handle. When nothing happened, she decided to peer through the bars, shadow sight active, and saw faintly in her drunken mind an empty room with some tables.

Worst timing to be sloshed.

Stepping back a step, stumbling a bit, she took a deep breath before using momentum to shadow shift through the doors, she stumbled a bit before righting herself. Not needing to turn on the lights, she looked through the dark room with her ability. 

The room with brick walls contained something she had not expected. 

“...what?” she stumbled a bit closer, touching whatever it was. “Plants? Are they growing weed?” she squinted at them. She may not be a herbalist, but she’s fairly certain this is not that. “Huh…”

She was too sloshed now, yet she did her best to slowly move along the edges of the table, taking in the setup. With a sigh, she leant in on her forearms, the alcohol effects buzzing and making her head fuzzy. She was in no position to properly investigate.  

At this, Elijah hummed in realization. “She has no idea what she’s stumbled across.” he muttered, eying the place with distaste; unfortunately, recalling that he was once daggered and stuck below the Salvatore manor, here or another room within this level.

“She needs to collect some,” Finn spoke softly, worried as he peeked outside. “At the very least to drink to prevent an uncontrolled vampire drinking her dry.”

Kol watched her, curiously. “His compulsion didn’t work, she’s not ingested vervain nor wears any currently.”

This caught the brothers' attention, thinking back on the moment.

“He’s right.” Elijah agreed, hands in his pants pockets as he reflected. His brown eyes looked upon their soul-fated. “She merely obeyed to not bring attention to herself. She’s playing along.” You could hear the respect in his voice. “It’s smart, she’ll survive longer if she doesn’t bring unneeded attention to herself.”

“For now, anyways.” Kol grunted, as a thought of the vampire, Damon, crossed his mind once again. “Having vervain would be smart, regardless. She could use it against that Salvatore rat, and ingest it.”

It was frustrating. Feeling helpless, Finn only wanted to ward off any possible threats. He may not be the strongest of the brothers, having been daggered as long as he have, he would be more cautious once he’s out.

If ever.

“Now if only-“ Kol's words were cut off.

Having already reached out to one, she was startled by the sound of heavy footsteps above nearing. Accidentally, the drunk woman gripped the whole plant as she stumbled, searching for something to support herself from a fall.

In her embarrassing fumble, she had yanked the poor plant out of the pot, and with no time to compose herself, she shifted out immediately, and without thought of where.

Hoping she left no evidence. 

And that ghost Finn hadn’t seen that.

Appearing with her sudden shift, the brothers noticed what was in her hands. 

“What a chaotic little thing, our soul-fated,” Elijah mused.

“I am not complaining!” Kol cackled. “That worked out rather swimmingly, Darling!” Kol chirped with a mischievous grin. Wholly entertained at the thought she stole even the vervain.

“Hmm,” Finn smiled softly. “We will have to work on her vice, though it seems to be working in her favor.”

“Ha! There’s nothing wrong with our little klepto,” Kol disagreed. Immediately, he could already see the benefit of her unique skill. So many magical artifacts to be collected.

“Ah, fuck.” Ravenna whined, a wave of nausea hitting her, and laid on the ground for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she focused on her apartment before shadow shifting once more. 

Once landing inside, Ravenna took a moment to blink away the fuzziness inside her head, before she stumbled to her couch before plopping down. Landing with a grunt and a sigh, body melting into the cushions.

Hair stuck with leaves and twigs, she allowed her inebriated mind to settle. Sighing, she raised her hand to rub her forehead, only to be met with the sight of whatever plant was in her hand. “Ugh…”

With a wave of her hands, lazily. The plant was placed in a pot with fresh soil. She’d deal with that tomorrow.

Right now, no thought.

Didn’t take long for Ravenna to promptly fall asleep on her comfortable sofa.

Chapter Text

Whispers of comfort washed over Ravenna's tired mind as soft feather touches caress her brow and cheek tenderly. The voice was low, but enough that she could detect it as masculine. Softly humming an unfamiliar foreign tune, though they sounded quite like her mysterious spirit: Finn.

She still wondered who he was, exactly. Among many other questions, and who knows if she'd ever get those answers. 

He sang to her, low and deep, yet soft with a tenderness she couldn't quite understand. Despite the distorted distance, she swore that she had heard it before, but couldn't fully pinpoint its origin. It was, however, Old Norse. That much she could understand, since she could speak it.

Filing that away for later.

Although confused as to why a stranger's touch was both familiar and comforting, she also felt this deep burning desire from his touches, which terrified and excited her. Invoking something more profound, deep within her soul – simply beyond her capability to put into words. She hardly understood this feeling, having never felt it before. Unashamedly, Ravenna pretended to still be in a deep sleep, and enjoyed it while it lasted. Was it wrong of her to fake sleep and take advantage of the moment? Possibly. But she was eager to figure out what this was, and why she felt so comfortable with a strange entity's caring gesture. In any other circumstance, she'd have leapt away the moment she felt the first touch; yet, she hadn’t felt the need. In fact, she felt a pull. Strange.

By personal experience, she avoided such direct attention, or much physical contact, as it tended to open the door for inevitable betrayal and vulnerability. 

Needless to say, Ravenna did not do one-night stands. Which, of course, did not mean she never had thoughts or desired others. Before she was whisked away from her universe, she was in a relationship before it ended tragically; an upsetting story for another time. Back to the point, she still found men and women incredibly attractive, but never went out of her way to find a companion. And turned down any advances, unless there was something she needed and then houdini’d, as Mer would put it when she saw her flirt to get something. Ghosting, basically. 

She's had such a long dry spell, yet she didn’t feel all that bothered. Although, there was a point when she wondered about her sex drive and if it's now non-existent. At that thought, she felt like crying. 

Aside from that, she could hardly remember the last time someone was so gentle with her besides the familial bond with young Mer, and not since her home universe with friends and family. So accustomed to hiding and fighting to survive, Mer was always put first. The young girl was her responsibility, and she took that seriously.

Not to say that Ravenna felt regret nor blamed Mer for anything, just a bit saddened for some things normal girls her age got to experience. Yet, at the same time, she felt extreme pride and a feel of superiority at what she's accomplished no other could – she and Mer lived years’ worth of multiversal traveling while acquiring unique knowledge and priceless experience. No other can claim it, that they were aware.

She would not trade the life she had with Mer. Never. She loves the kid as her own family – sisters through and through.

Still, Ravenna had to admit, being deprived of normal human contact and emotional connection for almost five years certainly caused mental and social changes, worse since she used to love being social and to now keep people at a distance. Perhaps, it was different, Finn wasn't physically here, and she just knew he couldn't harm her in current form? Besides, she'd easily shut that shit down. For a moment, she was allowing herself a bit of indulgence. 

Truthfully, she wanted to be reminded of what it was like, but just this once.

Once.

Ravenna had always been a touch more sensitive to spirits and being able to sense a nearby astral projection. Reasons unknown, yet it came in handy from time to time. She enjoyed astral projection, herself.

Huh. Perhaps, if she did project her astral form, she'd see Finn? There was a chance, but then she would be more vulnerable if he were a hostile entity. Still, not reading him as malevolent, either.

Without even realizing it, she let out a hum of contentment as her body attempted to pull her back into another deep sleep, practically purring like a kitten with fingers stretching out and digging under the pillow beneath her wary head. 

This couch is heaven right now, so soft. 

Immediately, she froze mid-breath, anticipation and dread filling her body as she waited for a reaction, eyes remaining shut as her face scrunched a bit. Clearly, he heard and noticed she was now awake, as the motions ceased - to her disappointment. 

Can't pretend now, she groaned internally.

Oh, whatever.

"Don't stop on my account," she sighed softly, eyes still shut as it was unlikely she'd even be able to see him, regardless. She was feeling a bit shy, for a moment. Why she cared for his reaction, no clue. He was the intruder, after all.

Nor why had she felt a bit disappointed that he stopped his soft, tender ministrations. 

She swore she heard a distant, distorted chuckle from him, and a whisper of 'she's awake' to whoever was apparently with him. Still no contact there, and she failed to figure out why.

And boy, how she was tempted to ask and find out if they could play out the scene in the 1990's movie ‘Ghost’  – woof. 

Thank you, Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore.

Is that weird, she wondered. It may very well be, but Ravenna wasn't your typical woman. Even as she's mildly hot and bothered by a voice alone - she had a weakness for a lovely male voice, it seems.

Oh, he’s continuing. Gods, please be a cute ghost, and not something with extra limbs or tentacles...

“Minn hrafn hjarta,” Finn continued the light motions, concerned for her; she drank quite a lot last night, so they figured she'd wake up rather unwell. “Apologies, elskan mín . I was worried for you. vænligst, vera heill.” (My raven heart./My love./Please, be healthy.)

In his distant, distorted voice, she picked up the words and smiled softly, yet curious about the term of endearment – she hadn't finished her study of Old Norse as she had hoped. So, some words went over her head, except she knew ‘mín’ as ‘my’ and hrafn as 'raven'; she... quite liked that...

Unfortunately, before she could inquire or ask he'd speak only in Old Norse, the moment was interrupted.

A casual knock came from her door, startling her out of her light sleep. She curled up a bit, grumbling about the timing.

What time was it?

The familiar feeling of regret came in the form of a hangover. That pain inducing migraine came at her with a vengeance, knocking hard on the insides of her skull as if Mjolnir decided to take residence there, and then promptly being summoned by Thor as if trying to escape. The knock repeated, making it worse. She felt a surge of inner violence towards the source. Tempting. 

"Nhh-ugh, nooo," she used one of her couch cushions to cover her head as she made the mistake of opening her eyes, the light making it all the worse. “Consequences of my actions,” she whined in agony. Without looking, she reached out with a wave of her hand towards the nearby coffee table, summoning a glass of water and ibuprofen. Apparently, she was too drunk to make it to her bed. “Hold on!” She shouted with a tired, raspy voice. 

She felt incredibly dehydrated and mildly nauseous, hopefully a lovely cup of hot coffee once she chugs some water. Maybe a lot.

It took a minute to recall last night, happy to have memories, if a bit embarrassed.

Sitting up, pills and water downed, and as she stood, she summoned an open soft blue robe and shorts, socks, and several sizes larger t-shirt for pjs in place of her last night's clothes. 

And due to often wearing her leather jackets, long sleeves, or using a glamor, Ravenna’s body had tattoos beautifully across her body – various styles, yet some looked very unusual in design as they had arcane runes integrated. Yet, plenty more hidden by her clothing.

Once more, the brothers were immediately drawn to the tattoos which were visible, imagining if there were more hidden – from the serpent wrapping around her right calf to above her knee and to the delicate meaningful tattoos on her left. Interestingly, the serpent was marked with runes along its scale designs while the left leg had one at her ankle. 

With a wave of her hand, they watched as the serpent tattoo with runes vanish.

Curious.

Groaning, she walks towards the door and cracks it open slightly. Her actions were sluggish, and words rough as she spoke, evident with sleep. “Sorry, I’m a bit out of it today, uhm… Ah, Alaric? Hey,” she shifted to straighten her robe, wrapping it fully out of awkward discomfort, especially as she’s still waking, and the light was a bit too bright for her. “I-uh, didn’t expect a visit today. How are you?”

Upon seeing who was there, Kol threw his head back with a groan from the sofa he was lazily lounging across. Elijah rolled his eyes at his brother while stepping closer towards the door, Alaric in sight. There was no trust there. Finn had his arms crossed, leaning against the wall beside her, giving the hunter a dead stare. He knew very little of the hunter, aside from daggering his brother and befriending the older Salvatore, so he was wary of his visit. 

“Uh, hey…” Alaric paused, seeing her current state. “Are you ok?” He notices the look in her eyes and how pale she appears, and then it dawns on him. “I apologize for waking you, Ven. Rough night?”

“Oh, no, no - it’s fine! I needed to get up anyway.” Ravenna shuffled in place. “Uhm, yeah, I uh, wow, I do not drink often as you can see,” she gestures to her disheveled self, both chuckling at the humor. “Must’ve been a lot more exhausted than I had thought, and wow - what time is it?” she glances outside as if looking for her answer, squinting as the light makes it hard to focus, including the pain in her poor skull. Instead, she casually slipped her hand into her robe pocket, summoning her phone discreetly and pulled it out. She groaned.

Oh, Gods, it’s already 10 a.m… why in in all the Hells did she drink so much last night?

Alaric chuckled softly, “It’s alright, I can understand. I’ve had plenty of rough nights for myself too, but you have an excuse…” he hesitated, awkwardness setting in him, hand in pocket as the other rubbed the back of his head. He looked way out of his element. “I, uh, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” He began, seemingly ending the conversation to depart.

“Wait,” it took her a moment as she’s still waking, brain finally catching up. “How did you know I lived here?” she raised her hand above her eyes shielding it from the light outside, squinting again at him. 

“Ah, a stalker, then,” Kol grumbled, unhappy to see the hunter encroaching on their mate's modest home. While he didn’t have much of an issue with the hunter, seeing him visit her home unannounced rubbed him wrong, as he was certain his brothers felt the same. He could see the hunter sneak a peek into her apartment in glances, trying to play it off casually. To the brothers, he was acting a tad suspicious, most definitely searching for something.

“If he thinks that he has a chance with her, I will-“

“We know, Kol. You will disembowel him, rip his heart out, or torture him.” Elijah deadpanned, already hearing enough of gruesome details when only they could hear.

Kol glared at him, “Shut up!”

Alaric gestured to the police station in sight, a few blocks from them, “Sheriff Forbes. I apologize if this is too weird, but with how Liz found you and all; I was worried, thought to check in next day if I couldn’t find you last night. Gotta look out for our newest residence, and all.” Honestly, he was worried Damon decided to give her a visit with how he seemed suspicious of the new resident. And since Damon does what Damon wants, he really didn’t want her to be another victim. Liz seemed to like her, including the girls. 

But now, with what Bonnie and Elena shared that morning, Ravenna had magic, which had him curious about her. Moreover, what really happened the night Liz found her, and if she really did play along with Damon’s compulsion. He figured it’d be good to get to know her and learn, and didn't see any harm in doing so, though he highly doubted she was in any way a part of this whole Original vampire problem. The timing, he believed, was simply a coincidence, nothing more. Or so he hoped.

With a smile, Ravenna leaned against the doorway, “Ah, checking on me, making sure I was home and safe?” It was entertaining to see him a bit awkward at her door, definitely not how he thought this talk would go. She’s learning a bit about him now, reading him was a bit easier. “I can appreciate that, so thank you, Ric.”

“Yeah,” Alaric gave a chuckle, smiling a bit bashfully as he glanced down then back into her lavender eyes. Even in her disarray, she was quite stunning. And a bit younger. Not that he was searching for a new relationship immediately, but it was nice to have someone closer to his age than the usual teens or old vampires. It was refreshing, too, with Ven. She was different, and, so far, an easy going attitude. He could use some of that in their ridiculous lives. “I felt awful for not making sure you got home, and you were already gone when I could look for you. It was rather late, anyways, so I thought I'd wait til the next day. Swing by during a free period.”

Honestly, she felt rather touched by his and Liz's concerns. Especially as both went out of their ways to look after her.

“Right, high school. Hope the teens aren’t too hard on you.” Mer had the usual teen attitude, drama and all. She was used to the teen mood swings and struggles.

Alaric chuckled, leaning more onto his right leg, hands in pockets, “Nah, they’re good. Granted, they still have those days of drama on occasion, though it seems more often lately than not.”

“Don’t envy you,” Ravenna laughed softly. Debating for a moment, she gave Ric a smile. “Here. Let me see your phone, so I can leave my number in case?” he did as requested, watching as she typed in her phone number and saved in his contacts as Ven with a little bird next to it. He noticed she had a few tattoos peeking out of her robe’s sleeves, something he didn’t realize prior. Probably due to how dark it was and he was partially distracted. “Let me know when you’re free, it would be nice to meet up in the future.”

“Not a problem, well, I’ll let you go about your day and see you later.” He smiled kindly, waving as he stepped down the stairs to the side.

“Thank you, again, Ric! Bye!”

When Ric left, Ravenna quietly shut the door and locked it as wards were checked over once more, pausing in thought as she let out a soft humored huff. She quite liked Alaric, or Ric, so far. It was clear he hid a lot, but she figured it had Damon in orbit for whatever secrets he holds. Not her monkeys, not her circus. 

That reminded her suddenly...she and Mer had joined a circus once. It was a fascinating experience, to say the least. A convenient circumstance.

Migraine slowly dissipating, Ravenna trudged her way towards her kitchen, shooting Liz a ‘thank you’ message with a smile. In reality, she couldn’t drink often - a beer here and there at most - during the past five years, so there was literally a non-existent tolerance for it. Something she clearly ignored last night due to her mood of wanting to let go for the night and the off-putting Damon Salvatore. Why did he rub her the wrong way?

She couldn’t help but worry if she’ll develop a bad habit of drinking. Time will tell.

As she grumbled to herself, she prepped her new Keurig – eager to make some nice coffee, sipping water from tap as she did so. If she could go based on last night’s activities around her, those teens often had alcohol and enjoyed a good social gathering. The latter made her cringe.

She hasn’t socialized properly in such a long time, she was depressingly rusty. But it seems, as she expected, universal across the multiverse for teens to party often and with alcohol, so she was at least familiar with all of that. Drinking recklessly throughout the multiverse would have been irresponsible and deadly, so for years she ignored the party life she barely got to experience. Intent on keeping a clear head and alert mind, because common sense tells her that getting caught drunk and unable to walk a straight line by demons and Wicked Witches seemed unwise. One way to easily unalive yourself. Not really missing out on anything, but now? Maybe she could let herself enjoy the simple things in life? In moderation.

Returning to a mundane kind of life felt odd, but maybe she could do it. In a way, the chaotic lifestyle was all she had left of her past life, something she didn’t want to let go. Even now, five years later, she couldn’t let herself move past it all, and always hoped to one day return. Often of late, she was filled with thoughts of what her family and friends were doing, and if they had mourned her. Was there a funeral?

She may never know now, and being forcibly separated ruined those chances as far as she knows.

“Curse that witch…” Lavender eyes misty as she opened them in time to see her coffee finish brewing, and she lifted her cup to set aside as she stirred in some hazelnut creamer. Lifting herself onto the counter, she sipped at her steaming coffee in a mug with stars on it. Eyes staring at the random plant on her island counter, squinting at it in thought. 

“What say you…Mini Groot?” Continued stare. “What even are you?” She takes another sip, contemplating its mystery for a moment. She knew little of herbs.

She could hear another distant chuckle, assuming her ramblings were a source of mild entertainment, especially for the current situation. It was unnerving that she had no privacy, but it was oddly comforting to not really be alone, in a way, in this universe. Weirdly. Conflicting, for sure.

At the moment, it kinda felt like she had her own...emotional support ghost?

Ravenna lightly snorted at the thought, and proceeded to list some tasks and goals in her head for the days to follow. She needed to keep herself, and her mind, busy and find a way to contact Mer, if possible. Still had to try something. Unless she could find a means to travel through the multiverse herself. Unlikely. But if she couldn’t? Cross that bridge when she gets to it.

For starters, she's already called yesterday during her shopping in New York to set up an appointment with the realtor for the property. Upon discussion, she’ll make the best offer she could, or force it if necessary. That’s a start on that prospect. And to visit Monday after lunch, which is enough time from today: Thursday.

Another sip of her coffee, she couldn’t help but fall back onto an old promise she had made to Mer once. One she doesn’t know if she could still fulfill, feeling trapped has become a dooming reality. She needed to find hope, and do all that she could. Because if she didn’t, what would that say about her?

Ravenna fears the doubts at the back of her mind, and it breaks her heart at the thought of failing Mer. And in the distance, she gazed at the arrangement of pictures she had framed and set along the shelves and walls. 

***

“Welcome to our humble abode, kid,” a younger version of adult Ravenna mumbled, a lingering look of distaste reflecting on her face as she took in the apartment again. She was not all that excited about it, but it was what they could afford and it was low key. Some new furnishings were set in appropriate placements, just the necessities.

Honestly, it could’ve been worse. Like, it wasn’t falling apart, for one. Nor was it as disgusting as some she’s seen, just old and a bit outdated.

“This place is shit,” groaned the teen girl, followed by Ravenna’s grumbled, “Language.” America rolled her eyes, not responding as she observed the place. Regardless, the teen followed the older female through the old apartment upstairs. 

Ravenna sighed, plopping down on the sofa. “It’ll do for now, just long enough to get on our feet properly, and some research into…whatever power you have.” flick of her wrist, she locked the door and bolts she had installed as backup, including some wards. “Come on, kid. I got us some take out from a lovely nearby Japanese restaurant – authentic.” Food set before them as she begins to prep their plates.

The teen sat next to her knees crossed as she faced Ravenna, scooting a bit closer, finding comfort and security. 

“When we stop running, and find a universe,” Mer began, shy as she continued. “Will I be able to stay with you?”

Ravenna stopped mid-scoop of fried rice, stunned at the question. Setting the spoon down, she shifted to face the girl with a gentle look. America refused to look at her, hands fiddling with her hands.

“Mer, honey. Hey. Look at me, it’s ok,” she spoke softly, hands gently gripping the girls hands, and rubbed slow circles around them.

The girl's brown eyes slowly looked up at her, expecting anything but the gentle smile gracing Ravenna’s face.

“Mer, I promise to look after you for as long as I possibly can, ok?” Ravenna soothed, earning a small smile. “I’m here, always. I am NOT going anywhere, not if I have a say in it.”

“Promise?” she spoke so quietly, her brown eyes misty with unshed tears.

“I promise.” she continued. “I could never imagine myself anywhere else, but here with you, kid – you’re practically my little sister.” This earned a wide smile. “It’s you and me, kiddo. Always.”

America’s dark eyes shimmered in hope and happiness. And it struck deep inside Ravenna, her heart breaking at the realization that America is scared that she’d leave her. Without doubt, she held up her pinky finger with a wide smile.

“I pinky swear that we will find a home of our own, and you’ll have the life you deserve, if I have anything to say about it.” America leapt forward, hugging Ravenna in a tight hug before pulling back after a moment. A wide simple shared between the two, wholly believing they’d be together indefinitely in the end.

Sadly, the fates had other plans.

Far out of Ravenna’s control.

***

Ravenna stared at the kitchen floor, remembering the promise.

It had been so long, a few years since they had made that promise. Shamefully, she hadn’t thought about it in a while, the dream of a house to stay long forgotten. After a while, it slowly became a lower priority as everything became complicated.

Hearing her phone text message alerting her of a new message, she smiles a bit seeing the name, curious and amused. It was enough to shift her mood a bit more positively.

Caroline.

The girl has been gradually warming up to her, either genuinely or to gain information on her. It’s hard for her to believe in the genuinity, and it’s nothing against the kid, honestly. Eventually, those who get to know her will pick up on the differences with Ravenna, and that she has secrets. It was to be expected.

Still, it was entertaining and rather touching, but she'd rather err on the side of caution.

MESSAGE: Sunshine 🌞

Raven! SO happy you came to the party last night! Question! Would you like to have your first ever Mystic Grill experience? Just us girls? It'd be so awesome to get to kno you more without all the random people! I can text the details later! Let me kno! Good night! ttyl :)

Ravenna was a bit unsure, assuming this was going to end badly, as her experience tells her. Then again, she’s just not accustomed to building bonds with others, outside of Mer and her old universe circle. But she felt a bit flattered, despite the natural skepticism she's built up.

She was growing fond of the Sheriff and her daughter, including her friends: Bonnie and Elena. Tyler was your typical high school jock and popular rich kid - a good egg, she found, if a bit of a temper. She had also briefly met Elena's brother, Jeremy, and another in their group, Matt - both high off their rockers. Lucky brats. She’ll see how days go as she integrates back into society some.

Ravenna bit her lip in thought, debating yes or no. 

With a quick message back, the raven-haired woman shuffles her way towards the bathroom with another yawn, hoping a nice hot shower would fully wake her. It was her favorite part of the day, honestly. Heat numbed her body, washing away outside thoughts so she could reflect internally. She scrubbed away, feeling the minerals in her body wash as the scent of rose and warm vanilla filled her sense of smell.

Brushing her teeth and using the toilet, she stripped down, jumped in the shower, and began to wash up. Ravenna moaned out as the warmth of the hot water eased her sore body, scrubbing away and properly waking up. For the effort, she decided to shave legs, and give herself some care and grooming.

All the while, the three brothers lounged about the living room, as there wasn’t much else to do yet - downside to being invisible apparitions incapable of interacting with anything. All morning, they had been observing the pictures once more, fantasizing about meeting Ravenna, or discussing what to do once one of them were un-daggered; most likely Elijah, who would indefinitely keep his word at un-daggering the others, Rebekah included. It’s been too long since they’ve been together properly, and all were done with Klaus schemes and shipping them off wherever he pleased. Finn, especially, deserved his freedom and to adjust; in fact, all of them needed to heal, individually and as a family.

This had been the primary concerning subject often, and while he would, he couldn’t be certain Kol would un-dagger them. Finn was an unknown, yet he wouldn’t put it past him to be petty and leave them for a long period; eventually, he’d cave, if for Ravenna.

However, the greatest concern was how to approach the subject of their situation with Ravenna via Finn’s special connection, much to the youngest brother’s envy. Elijah was concerned about having her help them, but Kol thought she could slip through her shadows from what they’ve witnessed. His confidence in her abilities, though they have no true inclination how powerful, was nice, but he and Finn hesitated to put her in that position. Even Kol doubted, worried something would happen. 

There truly was no assurance that Klaus would not harm her, physically or so. He doubted Klaus would, considering he reaction to learning of their Anima Fatis, but he had since distanced himself. There was no telling. He may very well have his own ways to subdue her. Any thought of using her left a bad feeling.

Stepping out of the shower, Ravenna sighed in relief as the migraine seemed to be heavily relieved from her poor head. Towel wrapped snugly around her wet body and another wrapped around her hair on top of her head, the sorceress wiped away the condensation from the mirror to check over her face. Morning routine face care with minerals and moisturizer, she felt much more refreshed and happy to see her skin already looking rejuvenated. 

As she reached for the doorknob, she hesitated before pulling back, realizing something with narrowed eyes.

She has walked nude in just a towel before her unseen guests. And it would make sense to her that Finn got an eye full.

Groaning, she tilted her head up with a scrunched up reddened face, eyes tightly shut as she inwardly cringed with a bit of embarrassment. 

“Shit,” she whispered to herself. While not shy about her body, she liked to have some privacy. But it seems near impossible right now.

Cracking the door open, she shouted out, “No more free shows!” Proceeds to hear a distorted, far off ‘apologies, elskan’. She promptly rolled her eyes; he’s so polite. Paused, realizing she could now hear ‘Finn’, she wasn’t able before. Interesting.

With a final glare, shadows took her immediately to her room, skipping the hallway entirely and began to dry her hair by her large vanity mirror. Naturally waves and loose curls at the ends, she stylistically braided her hair over her shoulder and began to dress, applying just a light amount of makeup here and there – she hardly cared to do much.

It was 10:43, so she had plenty of time for some research and then lunch.

Light gray camisole under a multi-blue plaid button down with sleeves rolled up showcasing some new tattoos she's kept hidden. Not intentionally, she was quite proud of her selection of tattoos – not fully covered, as she preferred to have special meanings and necessary selections. After, a pair of light faded-styled blue jeans with white converse, this time. Checking herself over once more, Ravenna stepped out. Having grabbed her arcane-enchanted backpack, she made sure to have everything of import on her person before deciding to revisit her favorite coffee shop. She was in the mood for some nicely brewed tea and lunch.

For her day's research, she did recall a conversation of colleges with Caroline last night, particularly the one that Bonnie’s grandmother once taught as a professor: Whitemore College. Duke University was another similar interest, as both shared some courses with special focus into the occult.

Entering the little coffee shop, she greeted the barista and made her order of tea and a simple lunch, waited before grabbing a seat by the window – a nice view of Mystic Falls. Sitting at the same coffee shop as her first night, she quite likes this little place. Ravenna pulls out her laptop to pull up both websites and look into what they have to offer. It was fascinating to learn that Bonnie’s grandmother was once a college professor in the occult, which she made mental notes to visit her later about this.

Reading over the website, she occasionally sips her tea as she browses the faces of the Whitemore professors and classes taught, and as she researched the name of Whitemore, curious of the origins, she came across some shocking news articles about tragic deaths of some in the family. What she read she found icredibly depressing; the family built a college in their name as a part of their legacy, only to nearly die out.

“News reports…let’s see.” Ravenna pulled up the first latest article listed, reading softly to herself, “Fatal Animal Attack at the Anna Ruby Campground…Young couple found mauled to death at their campsite. Wild bear attack…hmm.” Not too unusual, as it does happen. Still, as she read on, she did connect that there was some kind of pattern, if she could call it as one. Reading a few more articles linked to the Whitemores, others in the family also deceased at different times, which was suspicious in descriptions. Quite unusual, and immediately, her mind went a little crazy in a few theories. Clearly, someone, or several, was taking out the family one-by-one, but the pauses in between the deaths didn’t add up – she’s seen enough Criminal Minds to have some thoughts on potential serial killers, or a group. There’s something more there, but, at this time, not her focus. Regardless, she’ll keep it in mind in case she stumbles across something.

After a time of digging, she found one living Whitemore under the guardianship of one Wes Maxfield, a Microbiology Professor. Not really in her wheelhouse or what she needs, but she did find the new Occult Study Professor who was a good source to begin: Professor Atticus Shane.

Jotting these names and information down, she mapped out the deaths and family connections on a separate page – can’t seem to shake her inner detective. Before she could go further in the articles, someone familiar pulled her from her curious investigating – too curious for her own good, as always.

“So you decided to stay in town, after all?” Liz Forbes approached with a wide friendly smile, clothes indicating she was off duty. The older woman smiled at her as she approached where Ravenna sat comfortably in a sofa chair and table.

“Sheriff! Hey, how are you?” Ravenna moved some of her belongings, “here, join me,” she started stacking her notes and closing her laptop, saving it for later so she could socialize with her favorite cop in town.

“Thank you. Ohh, I’m good. And, please, call me Liz, especially when I’m off duty,” she smiled at the young woman, settling across from her in the booth of the Mystic Grill. “I wanted to apologize for not checking in sooner, but I’m glad to see you’re doing well and still around. This morning – Ric and I were concerned, and hoped it was ok with you…” Liz hesitated, unsure of her reaction, aside from the texts saying she was fine with the wellness check, she needed to make sure once more. If for her peace of mind.

“The only human I actually like in this ridiculous town,” Kol muttered, begrudgingly giving the human woman respect and credit. She was actually genuine with her caring for their fated.

Elijah hadn’t minded the Sheriff, not much interaction there, but she was respectable; even more now.

Ravenna smiled kindly in response. “No worries there, Liz, I get it. I appreciate the hospitality and welcoming into Mystic Falls, it means a lot. Busy life as a Sheriff, I’m sure with keeping everything in order. I respect that.” Chuckling, as she looked at Liz then her drink, stirring the straw a few times in thought. 

“That’s good, I’m glad.” she paused, getting up when her name was called to retrieve her drink, settling back to continue after a sip. “So, any plans now? Looking for work?”

“Yeah, I, um, I thought I could relax a bit more, stick around and, well, Mystic Falls began to grow on me, you know? So, I’m curious about staying for a bit. Im on my own, and no close friends, so I’m a little more open to relocation.” the younger chuckled, gazing out the window of Mystic Grill, contemplating the feel of this place. “There’s a charm here that draws you in, and I guess I’m just wanting a break from busy city life.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, hopefully you can put roots down here – it’s nice to see new faces. New York, right?” Liz smiled. Ravenna nodded as the older woman leaned in with genuine interest. “Where in New York?”

“Oh, the Big Apple, pretty much – more specifically, the borough of Manhattan.” Technically, speaking. Otherwise, she really hadn’t had a ‘home’ since her multiversal years, but it was the last one she had. “Yeah, I’ve moved around here and there with friends, family, even on my own, but New York just was that place I stuck to a lot. Lots of memories and history there.” She paused on sharing her plans to purchase the 177A Bleecker Street building, not wanting to risk that information slipping to the wrong person, in case. Even if she liked Liz, she couldn’t be certain it’s safe with her. Ravenna looked back to the Sheriff, “As you know, I've got a small little two-bedroom studio apartment, it’s cute. Thinking that I’ll stay here for a bit.”

“Well, I’m happy to see you settling in, and if you need anything, as always, I’m here. And Ric,” Liz was curious about that, if Ric was interested in the younger woman a bit more than she had initially thought. But he had made it quite clear it wasn’t for those reasons, “And I can share a few resources for job searching, if you need it.”

“You don’t have to do that, but thank you,” she paused in thought. “Although, I kinda am, but I’m also looking into colleges, expand my degree further.” Partial lie. She did wish to finish her degree, but that’s going to be on pause for some time. “Caroline shared her interests in Whitemore, and I saw Duke University was another that caught my eye. Haven’t gotten that far into research. Do you know about their classes?”

Liz had perked up at the mention of her daughter, smiling as she considered the answer. “I know that Ric went to Duke, and a late friend was a professor at Whitemore. I’d ask Ric about Duke University, but I don’t know enough about Whitemore, except it’s an excellent College. A good handful of kids leave here to go there every so often – Caroline and her friends would be some I would suggest to ask, they may know enough to help.”

“I'll do just that; I now have a way to contact him.” She hummed, sipping at her tea. “How are things for you?”

“All good, not much else besides work and the occasional school events and social gatherings, which you are more than welcome to join. It’d be good to introduce you to more people. And, if I’m honest, just worrying about my teenage daughter on occasion,” It was a nice sentiment, inviting her. She was curious about small town life, and what it had to offer her. Would it be easier to hide her magic and nature in a smaller town versus a large city?

“Ah, teens. Well, Caroline has been extremely friendly towards me, and I only have the most positive to say about her – she’s a smart cookie, Liz,” Ravenna touched the top of her older womans hand in assurance, receiving a thankful smile. "She's very considerate and easy to get along with. Reminds me of you." At that, a look of pride and surprise crossed Liz's face, although Ravenna didn't look too into it. Not her business.

“So, what degree do you have? Could be some openings here that fit your skill sets.” Liz inquired.

Would ‘Master of the Mystic Arts or Sorceress count? She couldn't help but joke internally. “I’m kind of a…polyglot, myself. And I’m expanding more on the incomplete languages on my own.” Ravenna began, wary of explaining her ability with languages. She had graduated high school early, whilst taking some of the basic credits to get them out of the way, and joined college early thereafter. Benefits of her life in a monastery, amongst intelligent and well disciplined souls. “I do have a Bachelor’s in Foreign Language in a few languages, then I was on my way to get a doctorate…and then work for my Bachelors in Anthropology - maybe Archaeology later; ultimately, Linguistic Anthropologist was my forefront career dream…” she paused when she saw Liz’s surprised expression. ”Sorry, I could talk about that, passionately, if allowed.” she gave a nervous giggle.

“No, no! That's amazing. So,” she leaned in a bit closer to Ravenna, curious with a serious expression. “What languages do you speak?”

The raven-haired woman took a moment, and began to list off her strongest. “Well, I know French, Spanish, Russian, Norwegian, German, Latin, Mandarin, Nepali, and Greek…” Granted, she had an advantage living among people whose first languages were listed. On top of that, while she didn’t have an eidetic memory like Dr. Strange, she had a natural skill at memory and an affinity for languages, it seems. “I did some courses on Old Norse for a… project, so I can read and understand enough of all of those. I’ve picked up some other bits from other languages, but not enough to speak fluently.” Ravenna listed off, recalling some she couldn't share since they're specific languages to the Kamar Taj library for the mystic arts only. It was ideal and useful in her old world life, communicating and deciphering. She seemed to have impressed Liz by the raised brows, and was unaware of her soul-fated’s raised brows and stunned expressions. If she hadn't left, Ravenna would've lived and maintained the library of Kamar Taj, helping students study and grow into their sorcery. And if there's something in need - a new threat to research, a new alliance with another alien or domestic race in need of someone who excels in languages, a new artifact to decipher, etc - she could've helped. To her, the mystic arts and all things magic was her life, it meant everything.

...she had a plan, and now she needs a new one.

Evident in their expressions, the three Originals were impressed and surprised for someone so young, but felt great pride knowing that their mate was intelligent and studious. For Finn, he was relieved to know she was already learning enough Old Norse, making it warm his heart at the thought of having intimate conversations between them; of course, family included. But something of his early life was special to him. On the plus side, he could further teach her and they’d practice together. Something to bond over, he felt insanely excited about this. 

“Wow, I'm blown away; that is a lot. I've only met people who could speak three, much less so many.” Liz looked at her in deep thought, considering something by the expression she held. “It makes me wonder since you have a lovely voice, as well, so I immediately imagine if you could sing, too,” Liz chuckled at Ravenna’s embarrassed expression. 

“I can sing a bit, though I’m no Celine Dion nor a trained professional - just karaoke and for myself..." Mischief twinkled in her lavender eyes. "Oh! We should go karaoke, Liz!" Completely throwing the woman off guard, earning a laugh at the expression Ravenna had - she was excited at the idea if that wide grin wasn't obvious.

"She is absolutely adorable," Kol giggled as he shook his head, pausing in thought with a scrunched face, "Wait, what's this 'karaoke'? It's Japanese, but clearly it has something to do with singing." By the context, he could deduct that much even as he's never picked up Japanese; as far as he knew, they've never moved to any places along China to Japan, hence the lack of speaking certain languages as they weren't as wide spread during the times, plus they would've stood out too much as they ran from Mikael. Being daggered often for a good relevant bunch of decades made sure he'd be out of the loop. It's such a good thing he's great at adapting and catching up - he had no choice.

Elijah, ever the scholar, had learnt enough languages across asia, "In the literal sense: 'singing without music'; and, in practice, it's type of entertainment invented at the end of the last century. You sing the lyrics of prerecorded music of a song on a small stage, which take place often at bars, or pubs. In Japan, it is quite popular, especially amongst the younger generations."

Finn found it a curious and fascinating concept, sounding a bit more performative than what he's familiar, but if she enjoyed this activity he would love to try it.

Kol had a naughty smile now, "Ohhh, is there dancing involved? I would like to join in this 'karaoke'." His mind played possible ways this activity could go.

Dark brow raised, Elijah gave Kol a sideways sneer, muttering a "of course, you would."

"You love karaoke, don't you?" Liz chuckled. "Can't say that I've done it, not really a good singer, but my daughter enjoys it. She’s talented — a beautiful voice."

“She’s an angel, I’ll have to ask her.” Ravenna smiled, a bit of a far off look in her eyes. "Yeah, you could say that. I'm an orphan-" she waved off Liz’s fallen expression, "Hey, it's all good; I had an amazing fostor family - weird and mixed, but it was amazing. One of my guardians loved karaoke, and he would take me and some of my friends to one for our age group whenever we had the time, and even after, it was something we did so often. Got the practice, had the passion, and just so much fun with some epic memories." 

The raven-haired girl looked down at her tea. 

Ravenna paused in thought, smiling as she reminisce, "Mostly, just for myself, or-” she felt her heart drop a bit, breaking at the memories of Dr. Strange playing piano with her singing at his side.

"Welp," With a deep breath, she swapped subjects; although, Liz noticed, she didn't mention it. “Well, I’m shit at art.” This made Liz laugh at the humorous pout and eye roll Ravenna gave. “I couldn’t draw a stick figure to save my life. But Wine and Paint is incredibly calming and therapeutic, even if you're awful at it. Hell, I've dabbled in pottery - big mistake - and that, too, was disastrous. Had clay everywhere. Broke the thing, then I was banned." Pause. "I think I'm art-cursed..? That a thing?"

They laughed at the visual image it gave, and again she spoke. “Truly, I just love learning about cultures and their languages, something I wholly appreciate and admire. Wish I had forever to learn all that I can, but a girl could dream.” a sigh left her lips as she leant back into her seat, sipping at the lidded cup of tea. “Anyways, I’m not sure what job offers are here locally. Unless the department needs a Linguist, or a Translator, for specific languages.” she shrugged.

“Hm, nothing of that sort, sorry." Liz spoke, "Actually, I believe they need a new teacher for Spanish and French, if I remember correctly. New job posted recently as the last teacher fell through.” Liz offered, pulling up her phone to quickly search it on the Mystic Falls High School website. “Part-time, I believe. It'd be Juniors and Seniors.”

Liz handed her phone over, which Ravenna reached over to receive and looked at the posting online. Dark brows raised at the convenient opportunity. “You know what? I'll look into it. I have the credentials, but teaching could be a new fun experience. It would certainly help me ground myself and keep me busy.” she smiled humorously, “I should ask Ric advice as a new teacher, huh?” 

Liz chuckled with her. “I imagine he'd be more than happy to help. And you’ll be more involved with social events, especially if Mayor Lockwood has a say in it. She likes to be aware of a lot going on in Mystic Falls.”

Hopefully, she’s no Regina George… I do own a r ed leather jacket and have my own magic...

She's watched enough Once Upon a Time the day before on Netflix, weird it's a common multiverse app - some actors varied though. “I can handle that.” she smiled as she pulled out her laptop once more, pulling up the website.

For a while, the two sat there enjoying their meals, talking and laughing as for once enjoyed a bit of a reprieve from chaotic lives. 

For a moment, Ravenna wondered what life would be like living a normal life with parents and the average childhood. Still, it was nice to hear stories from Liz about her daughter and raising her, clearly she was incredibly proud.

Yet, the thought kept invading her mind…

To have a small family of her own – to have her own children.

Smiling at that, the rest of the lunch passed, then they parted ways. It was nice to catch up with Liz, especially making friends with someone important in town. From what she gathered, there's actually a Founders family hierarchy. Something she didn't know would be a thing, but here it's their own council. History and traditions she found interesting, history the same in general across the multiverse, but some minor events had played out differently. 

While the two women continue their conversations, something alerted Elijah as a potential red flag. A man and woman were occasionally observing Ravenna rather discreetly, but seeing as none of the brothers could be seen, they could actually watch and observe. 

The couple weren’t talking much, except acknowledging they both have eyes on her. It made him stand at attention and wary, frustrated that none of them could do a single thing as invisible ghostly forms.

“You see there,” he gestured, pulling Kol and Finn’s attention from the pair of women to the odd couple. Kol sat straighter from his perch on a nearby table. “Yes, they seem to have their eyes on our Raven.” there was a sneer as he spoke.

Finn stood tall, eyes narrowed into a glare as he stood beside Ravenna rather protectively. He knew there was nothing he could do, but it gave him some sense of comfort to be close to her in some way. He could see that the looks weren’t hostile, yet it was strange to see the subtle awe in their expressions.

Elijah noticed this too, and to him it reminded him of a couple of fans spotting their idol, though in a much more discreet manner. Curious. 

Ravenna was alone, no protection except for her own abilities. It was concerning, but they would file away the faces for later.

It was a realization that hit them; all of their enemies over the centuries would target their anima fatis. Anyway to get the advantage against an Original.

Chapter Text

As the days passed, Klaus Mikaelson’s mind never lingered far from that night in the Mystic Falls woods — from her.

Having woken nude in the woods with mind going wild since the freshly formed bond, a sense of completion filled his soul; body, mind, and heart. It was always curious how none of his brothers could have dreamt of their soul-fated so clear as day earlier, an old feeling of emptiness long gone. No longer feeling that deep, harrowing incomplete existence that seems oddly more noticeable now. Deep down, he felt a sense of pride and smugness at being the first to meet their anima fatis, and not the noble brother.

 Yet, here he was, far from said soul-fated, chasing wolves across country.

During their walks through the woods and mountain ranges, hunting for their wolves, Klaus felt that deep ache in his heart and soul telling him to return in the direction he could vaguely sense. It was a strange, yet phenomenal, feeling; terrifyingly, this deep sense of the anima fatis bond had near control over him, which both frustrated and worried him. Above all, he rather enjoyed having this bond, even though he has to share her with his brothers. It was a change he both expected and warily accepted.

In any other circumstance, Klaus would have rid himself of the cause, hating that something, or someone, had any hint of power over him. He would loath it, resent it, and try to kill it at it’s core. Yet again, here he was — the infamous, dangerous Original Hybrid — yearning for that bond, achingly so from far away like some love-sick fool that he was currently.

Not once in his thousand years had he felt this deep sense of longing and yearning, possibly surpassing his desire for his hybrid side. A feat that had been cruelly taken from him, as the other one he had yet to gain til now. Even in this moment, his mind and heart obsessed over who was behind those glowing, vibrant violet orbs in the dead of night; which only made it ever so harder the further he is from her. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to go back to her, he couldn’t. Not yet.

Not with that demon still out there hunting him, as many others, without his own army.

Upon the end of his first shifting, he had dreamt of her — full vision in all great details, as if a blindfold had been removed. From her beauty to visions of what ifs of their future together, his mind conjuring moments he wanted, including the intimates slipping through; her scent, her taste, her sounds, and her touch. His dreams brought him everywhere to the imagination; every night. 

It was by far the hardest, most difficult decision to flee for her safety. Or so he wholly believed. He couldn’t risk her life by simply being so near, it’d draw too much unwanted attention. Not only would he never forgive himself had something happened to her, his brothers would tear him limb from limb — he’s already pissed them off life-times enough for the constant daggering. 

His raven meant everything, and until he could fully commit and shower her with the attention she deserved, her safety came first.

Unfortunately, his family — him most of all — have made near endless enemies for a thousand years, something that now fully presses on his mind. He won’t say that he regrets any of his past actions, but he worries how it would affect her views on them — on him. He knows who he is, more so what: he’s a beast. No, the beast of myth.

A life he’s known for so long; only feared, no real love - not with just anyone. Yet the moment he has the chance to have it — someone to love him for who he was; for all of his faults, bloodied past, and the endless death he’s capable of? A soul meant to match his in every way possible, and accept all that made him the Original Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson? He will not — could not — risk losing this chance, an opportunity so important and rare as not many are blessed having, despite his fears and paranoia of vulnerability. He’s accepted this for centuries after om and off years of denial and resistance — he’s had the time to come to terms.

Something he’s learnt: never test the fates. 

Certainly helps that it’s known, and proven, that their fated had power, though unfamiliar to them. A benefit, and an alluring beauty so captivating and addicting. He’ll admit to himself, he was naturally drawn to her power — a great deal of importance to himself. Having witnessed it first hand, how could he not be curious and drawn in like a moth to a flame?

Deep down, Klaus with concerns had the fear of corrupting her and seeing on her fair face the look of fear and disgust. Would she love a monster like himself? Hate him? Perhaps, she was as dark as his soul? What were her life experiences? Regardless, he’d take all of her, as he hoped she would have him, a creature of night and all.

For once, the moment that he looked into her eyes, he knew that he didn’t care of the risks and all doubts vanished. He needed her. She was his.

He waited for her, thankful for his immortality, yet worried she’d never exist. Now he’s found her, although he had hoped it would be far after his curse broke, Mikael long dead, and an army of loyal hybrids. More means of protection for her, but for now, he’ll leave a few…allies behind to watch over her and assist in wherever she goes from the sidelines; not that it tool much since the reason of their existence. Bodyguards that she doesn’t know she has, oblivious for now.

There was no indication on when she’d appear, nor birth. It was a mystery, no witch could predict. Much to their frustrations, and his disappointment in their abilities. He’s guilty of having killed a few — a rocky start to his alliance with the Court — but he’s since decided to wait on time and fate to pull them together. 

It was a wonder that, at times, Klaus even doubted the fates giving him his own anima fatis — shared or not, he did not care after the initial shock and rage — and once believe it all a lie to fool him into a twisted sense of vulnerability. He’s found that he would not allow this bond to be a weakness, rather giving him a stronger sense of purpose to bring his family together, and face any foe together. Of course, he says this, but actually trusting his siblings, like his brothers, took time. He’s been burnt by them, and vice versa he knows.

As explained by the Raven Court witches, he and his brothers had several vague dreams over time of ravens and shadows, those violet orbs glowing in shadows — some repeated, some new — however, he recognized her immediately. As the years passed by, they became more frequent, as if to remind them that they had a soul-fated. Yet, it seemed as if the fates were hinting that she was closer upon arrival. Considering they were much more reoccurring in the past two and a half decades. Well, he and Elijah openly known this, oblivious to the fact that Kol and Finn still had dreams even in their desiccated states.

Recalling, the moment his curse broke, he finally felt free, truly, as he ran through the woods as his wolf for the very first time — his inner wolf eager to claw it’s way out and truly live. Being silent for so long, feeling his wolf gave him a new perspective and shift in his soul.

It was then. When something else had caught his attention during that run, another presence with a scent so alluring to his wolf, unlike anything, calling to the hunt was different. In that moment, it knew that it didn’t wish harm on them, but he couldn’t put it into words he needed. Naturally, he was curious, even more so as a wolf, but his instinct to kill is, however, stronger — yet, he felt none of that.

And to his surprise, the person cloaked in shadows ran, fading in and out as they moved through shadows quicker than any human he’s come across; they were most definitely not a vampire based on the scent. They continued to move as if disappearing, and then reappearing in another location a bit of a distance ahead. They were quick and evasive, but he loved the challenge of the chase given. As did his inner wolf. 

Klaus felt the adrenaline and excitement in the chase fuel him as it came a bit of a game to him, entertaining and fun to find a challenging prey, if he’d call them that. Oddly, he felt a sense of wanting to be playful and tease, not actually hunt this female to feast on her flesh and blood. He wasn’t even fully aware of his reasoning, except this wasn’t a kill to be had.

When he slipped behind her as she stopped on one side of the two-way road, her breathing quite heavy and labored, it didn’t take long for her to notice him. Even as a wolf, those eyes startled him as he felt his world shift suddenly. Everything then and the years before fell into place, and he understood who she was to him.

Coming to some sense as a wolf, he felt a sense of shame in his wolf at the realization that he started this chase with the intent to kill her. Finally, after centuries of no face or name, she was a goddess of night incarnate, the stars and moon in her eyes, and hair black as the night, subtle shimmers like dancing stars — he found the sole muse of his eternal life. It felt so real in person, seeing her and looking into her eyes directly was unlike anything before in that moment; if love at first sight was a thing — this was close, that bond was certainly powerful and forever set.

It’s as if the fates had planned this, destiny bringing her to him right as he broke his curse — euphoric.

Unnaturally glowing violet eyes, fear and wariness peering through like windows into her soul, contrasted to the darkness surrounding them. Those eyes will pleasantly haunt his dreams for nights throughout his eternity, yet drawn to the mystery and enigma that was his newly discovered soul fated. The power and sudden feeling washed over him, whimpers left his wolf body as everything finished snapping into place.

Since that night, Klaus couldn’t shake her as she practically lived inside his head, and while he knew what she meant to him, the hybrid hadn’t anticipated the soul-fated bond to be so powerful and, well, soul-altering. The Original Hybrid was still recalling, absorbing everything and felt that pain and love mix as he remained so far.

As an attempted temporary remedy, he ordered for the occasional stolen photo captured by his friends and allies did it ease some pain — Klaus Mikaelson is not above stalking, let that be known. His excuse: he’s a wolf. Simple.

Settling down in their hotel rooms during their hunt for packs — respectively — Klaus pulls out his sketchbook and graphite pencils, proceeding to redraw her captivating features. For what he remembered as a wolf, and once more before leaving, including the photos sent to him. Page by page as he flipped through his now halfway full sketchbook, several of her portraits and representing illustrations filled the pages. Her eyes naturally drew him in the most, and her voice — soothing in memory, still. He felt as if he could listen to her talk for hours, and never grow bored. And her slender hands, strength hidden, brush through his locks. 

Klaus shook his head as he caught himself becoming increasingly sappy and pathetic to her internally. She was doing something to him he didn’t like, or the direction made him uncomfortable — it was foreign, and uncharted territory that will take him time to adjust. For his thousand years, he became cruel as the villain to many stories, and embraced it. To change that for even his soul-fated? He was conflicted. He always believed he would never change, but he’ll be what she needs no matter what.

Deep blue eyes, absorbed every bit to help ease the ache in his chest, like an addiction seeping into his very being. Every message received, and the secretive calls — he had no trust for Stefan when it came to her, after all, he did kill his girlfriend — to learn bit by bit about his soul fated, Ravenna. Old friend or not, Stefan was far from deserving of this secret.

Informants sent a name he had awaited for his many years: Ravenna, a name not often given, but it fit her so well. On some pages of his many sketches of her, mixed with her portraits, he drew in illustrated, detailed ravens. Ideas cane and flowed naturally, his greatest muse setting the compositions themselves. Allowing his mind fantasized and obsessed over the mysterious woman, he could recall so clearly her soothing voice, softly and cautiously speaking to his wolf form. Her voice was a feminine pitch, breathy from the strenuous running, yet rough from what he sensed was pain.

Seeing her state, his wolf whimpered in second-hand pain, hating that she had been hurt somehow, somewhere. Even now, Klaus swore to avenge her in any way, anger swelling internally at the thought of anyone daring to draw blood from the female. It made him wonder what had happened before he caught her scent. From his near-perfect memory, he could perceive on her curvy, slim, yet athletic form blood and cuts along her, figure, bruises evident on her face. 

She had worn layers of black, enough to help blend her in the night, and had he not been a hybrid, he'd possibly have missed her. Aside from her ensemble, her appearance had been his focal concern. The moment the sheriff car arrived, he felt a semblance of relief as she was safely taken. And with Elijah hot on his tail, he needed to move. He didn’t want his brother to meet their soul fated quite yet.

…

First promising lead took them to Tennessee, which brought them to the Southern Comfort bar; Ray Sutton as their target, thanks to the lovely ladies — now deceased. On arrival, in his eyes, the place was a hell hole, cheap beer in an old rundown building. After their game plan, he left Stefan to handle part of the room as he covered the rest to compel.

In passing as he observed the area, he casually wondered if their little raven flocked to these kinds of bars. If she cared for cheep bear or fine wine, her tastes in alcohol. Regardless, he would offer nothing but the best, take her to every place he’s discovered, even new, that would be of the finest.

Setting aside the distracting thoughts, he watched as Stefan neared the remaining occupants. Once all in the dump were fully compelled and dealt with, the hybrid decided to make his move. Sooner the better to get his army of hybrids.

Klaus slid in beside the man whom he was looking for, “Ray? Ray Sutton?” He failed to keep the smirk off his face, it was all so exciting to him. Like a kid before Christmas.

Oblivious to the situation, Ray barely gave him a glance, turning back to his beer, a sense of uncertainty in his eyes. “Who wants to know?”

A wide smile crosses Klaus face, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He sat down, “See, uh, we started in Florida, and Tacoma.” This time, Klaus allowed serious expression fall into place as he recounted, and then he continued listing away. “Hmm, then, met a young chap there who you worked for before you moved to Memphis.” He chuckled, ignoring the slight heart beat skip in Ray. “Now HE directed me to two lovely women, who led me here.” A sly grin came to his plush lips, his gaze focused solely on the werewolf before him. “To you.”

The werewolf saw red flags, nerves shaking. “I think I’ll be going,” he steps away, eager to leave.

”Not so fast, mate,” Klaus stood immediately, blocking his path. “You just got here.”

”Now, your type are very hard to come by.”

Ray could pick up the sinister hint behind his words and the malevolent expression, not a good sign for him. Immediately, he turns away, Stefan standing behind. “I wouldn’t do that.”

”Vampires…”

”Swifty swift, Ray.” Klaus smiles. “Yes, my friend here is a vampire. He’s compelled everyone in this bar. So, don’t look to any of them for help.” A nervous Ray looked around carefully. “I, however, am something else. A different kind of monster. I’ve got some vampire; I’ve got some wolf.”

”You what?” Brain not computing fast enough in the tense situation, clearly. Can’t fault him.

“A hybrid, Ray. I’m both.” Klaus spoke smugly.

Ray glances warily at Stefan.

”See, I want to create more of me.” He began. “No, you being the first werewolf I’ve come across in many moons — pun intended, Ray.” The hybrid chuckled at his own joke. “I need you to direct me to your pack.” Ray looked away, anxiously. Obvious hesitation and resistance. “So, where can I find them, Ray?” He focused purely on his face, there’s no way he’ll allow one lil werewolf stand in his way.

Sadly, as expected, Ray shook his head, “you can’t compel me, it won’t work.”

Klaus looks at Stefan, the mood now shifting. Not the answer that he was hoping for, but he wasn’t complaining, yet. As Stefan orders a drink, pulling out the wolfsbane, Klaus smirks. “Well, this is going to be fun, Ray.”

Klaus watched on with arms crossed, smiling as Stefan tortured Ray and enjoyed the show. It won’t be much longer til he gets the pack to start his army and then everything will fall into place. Just got to crack a few eggs along the way, but that’s nothing new.

To this day, he built his power so that none would fare touch him, or her by extension. The moment he felt he had enough strength in his own army, the first order would be to create a guard for his fated. And then hunt his tormentor, his greatest threat: Mikael.

Klaus continued to observe Stefan’s work, forming plans in his head on how to secure a future with their anima fatis. He even debated undaggering a brother, or sister, to help. He was too paranoid with Kol, right now. Betrayal and hurt too fresh with Elijah. Rebekah would be petty and vengeful, but possibly a safer bet to ease into Ravenna’s life as another female to relate towards. Though he feared that Rebekah would sabotage his image, as he’s sabotaged any relationship she’s tried to have throughout the centuries. 

Finn was an unknown; however, a man of heart who yearned for a companion for his eternal existence, but the human morality left him hating his existence as a vampire, believing them ti be true abominations. And, undoubtedly, would lash out at him the moment he was freed from that coffin he’s lain in for nine centuries. Perhaps, the soul-fated revelation would ease him into modern times and sooth his wrath towards Klaus. 

Then there was Sage, who he believes still carries a sad flame for his eldest brother.

She will need to be dealt with before any issues arise with Finn being undaggered, Klaus contemplates.

No, not yet. It's too soon. There were a lot of unknowns occuring at once, and he did not wish to complicate it any further. The last thing he needed to lose control over every situation to come, or would with more factors.

“Hello, Mr. Klaus,” a woman walked up to the hybrid, receiving information she whispered to him as Stefan glanced back from Ray as he listened in on the words spoken.

This was interesting, Klaus thought. Stefan's brother, Damon, was getting closer. Thanking her, he fully intended to deal with the older Salvatore, but it seemed Stefan was willing to handle it himself. Now, it’s time to test that trust.

Upon explaining the situation, Klaus observed the younger vampire's reactions as he began to turn to fully deal with the annoyance. 

“No, no, no - let me handle it.” Stefan had grabbed onto Klaus' arm, something that he wasn’t all too appreciative of and turned back to the Salvatore. 

“Why should I let you leave?” He spoke, eyes picking up any possible hint of deception. Since their mate's appearance, he felt himself feel more cautious and suspicious, wary of anyone close that wasn't family.

“Cause you know I’ll come back.” Thing is, he didn’t know that. In fact, he wouldn't put it past him to scheme away with his brother while he isn't around.

Klaus looked into his eyes, suspicious. “...do i?” 

“You saved my brother's life, “ the vampire shifted on his feet, “I'm in your service.” 

“Ahh, it all sounds so tedious in-denture,” he smiled, getsuring back at Ray, “aren’t you having the least amount of fun? Ha.”

Stefan side-eyed the werewolf, covered in his blood and wolfsbane. “I’ll make sure my brother doesn’t bother us anymore.”

Klaus kept a smile as he allowed Stefan to walk past him, considering the outcome that may come from this. He wasn’t fully trusting of Stefan, but what choice did the Salvatore have but to do as he bid? A part of him had hoped he could rekindle that old friendship, yet now, the hybrid began to doubt keeping the younger Salvatore brother in his company. After all, he did kill the woman he loved, and his soul-fated lived safely in the same town he sacrificed the doppelganger. If Stefan would be daring, he’d use her against him, if he knew of her existence. 

That unsettled the hybrid, a deep look of contemplation washed over.

If worse comes, he would not hesitate removing Stefan Salvatore entirely from the equation.

Settling back into his seat, he eyed Ray again. He was so close, and all he needed was Ray to give up the location of his pack so he could start his army; and return to Mystic Falls, or wherever, his fated resided.

He was itching to pull out his sketchbook and draw her once more, already planning paintings and what to gifting her sketches of her in captured moments. Of course, not yet. He imagined that it wouldn't be certain she'd perceive a stranger's details sketches of her in a positive light, much less anonymously. Or would she? Would she be flattered, or feel as if she's being stalked?

Since that night, Klaus couldn’t get her out of his head, and while he knew what she meant to him, he hadn’t anticipated the soul-fated bond to be so powerful.

Great, bubbles of doubt surfaced. Rubbing his face, and downing his drink abruptly to distract himself, he waited for Stefan to hurry up.

Fuck it, he'll risk it. Next opportunity, he'll begin gifting her all that he could. It's as a part of what they call his "love language", gifting giving. 

…

It was silent on the way to his car, Klaus deep in thought once more as Stefan carried Ray.

Traveling with the younger vampire, hunting for wolves took time, and he was eager to build his army. There was an impatience to his actions, both eager for this day to finally come and to the life with his mate.

And Stefan certainly picked up on a mood shift from a near swag and confidence to a downturn mood that made him silent and snappy. The Salvatore chalked it up to the hybrids nature, or a bi-polar personality disorder. Either way, his own behavior hardly made this adventure enjoyable, poking and prodding out reactions with his sarcasm. Once or twice resulted in his neck snapped at the worst moments. 

The happier moods Stefan preferred, yet wary of as it just seemed so off putting with the smiles and near-kindness — he did not like it. But then on the other hand, the moodier moments where he’s practically tearing his head off, or pouting, which was also hardly any better. He probably would say he preferred the latter mood swing.

Today, Klaus was in a positive mood at the beginning, something else occurring in Mystic Falls that has changed him, however. Nothing that Stefan could figure out, but he chalked it up to his curse-free life now. 

Klaus was in mid-fantasy of his soul-fated when his phone alerted him of a new text. Immediately, pulling it out with a pleased looked at the thought that they were still close enough to get a signal, he opened the message with a frown.

Hey, Krampus. Are you alone?

Brow twitched as he scowled, Klaus paused, knowing immediately who was on the sending side.

Do not call me that. To your question, not currently. Why? 

You’ll need to create some space, no ears. It’s important. Keep the creepy ripper away from our conversation, or snap his neck. Actually, no, that'd be suspicious.

That was not good. Mildly annoyed, he stepped away with a sigh. Calling back to Stefan by the car. “I’ll be right back, stay right there and watch our wolf, will you, Ripper?” He didn't allow him to respond.

Don’t react poorly, but there's something that you need to see. I’m on my way to your location, by the way. Few minutes out.

Klaus sighed, how did he get his number? Of course, they'd start with 'Don't react', knowing that he will even more so now. Curious, though, that he was already nearly here?

Hello? Wolfman, you there?

Brow twitched at the audacity, Klaus called the number.

”Now, what are you not telling me, Aelfric.” He snapped, impatient to return to his hunting.

“Let me just say, first of all, that we will be looking into this, so continue as you were obliviously. Best you can, anyways. Knowing you, it may be difficult, but we have a working theory, depends on how this goes.” Spoke this Aelfric. “Incoming photo. Don’t react — no, actually, I should say "over react". You're going to react anyways.”

Listening to the man on the other side, Klaus paused. Pulling the phone back, he took a look at the incoming picture sent.

Immediately, a smile grew widely on his face, seeing his little raven warmed him as he took in her features. Initially, he barely paid much mind to the others in the photo, but once he did, the pleased smile slowly fell away. Hybrid eyes glowed bright as the veins grey quite prominent in the bubbling rage growing from deep within. Klaus eyes had darkened with an unparalleled rage and betrayal as he gazed upon the picture, heart shuttering and then dropping.

His lovely soul-fated stood smiling at the very alive doppelgänger: Elena Gilbert.

He barely could hear the voice, but the mention of his Ravenna pulled him back from nearly blacking out in wrath. He was seconds away from turning around and ripping out the Salvatore’s heart.

Footsteps approached by a familiar scent: Aelfric. Turning abruptly with a snarl, Klaus glared harshly at the newcomer whose smug grin rubbed him wrong.

”Explain.” He gritted out.

Chapter Text

Days Ago in Mystic Falls, Virginia

”Well, now, that is interesting.”

A man with blond hair leaned forward, hand supporting his bearded chin as he observed from a distance, ear opened towards the conversations at a distance. 

“That is a dead girl walking, if I’m not mistaken. Literally. The nosey teenage Mystic Falls gang clearly figured something out to bring her back to the living.” Green eyes instantly drew towards the Bennett witch. “Yeah, that’s an obvious guess…”

”Klaus isn’t going to be happy when we tell him. Besides, if we don’t want any conflict, Aelfric, we have to inform him.” A voice spoke beside him, sipping from their cup, observing as she finished taking quick photos from a distance. The male peaked over her shoulder to peer into the screen and nodded, approving the quality and perspective.

”You’ve got an eye,” Aelfric complimented, and then smirked widely. “For an undercover stalker.”

Hazel eyes glared.

”Hey, what should I do with these? I’ve got—“ she scrolled through, counting. “A new bunch, a lot, to download and send to the creeper…” At that, she sneered. “Ugh, he should be here doing this, not us. I feel dirty stalking her…and taking photos.” A grimace covered her dark complexion, hazel eyes looking over the images in thought. “I’ll send the ones with her to Klaus, including the doppelgänger.”

”No, send the ones with the doppelgänger to me. I’ll take care of this; needless to say, this will need some smoothing over.” Aelfric suggested, and most definitely not looking forward to the backlash this will gain.

Then again, this will be a fun opportunity to check in on the old Hybrid and his Ripper buddy. “The last thing we need is him going on a rampage cause his doppelgänger sacrifice isn’t dead-dead as he wanted her.”

A fine dark brow raised, looking at him with disbelief. “You? You’re going to smooth this over? With the Original Hybrid? Good luck, then, Aelf?”

Aelfric chuckled, “I’ll be fine, Rain. We go way back.” He shifts, ordering a new refill of his drink. “His behavior is nothing new; Krampus is a stalker, particularly of those he fancies — perhaps, all Mikaelsons do.” He looks to the witch in thought, “Continue keeping an eye out on her and wherever she goes. Something tells me we’re in the calm before the long world-shattering storm.”

With a sigh, Rain nodded. She eyed him closely, squinting. “You’re actually excited?”

Aelfric gave a huge mischievous grin.

The young witch groaned, rolling her hazel eyes. “Of course, you are. You’re crazy.”

”Eh,” Aelfric shrugged indifferently. Rain stared at him with a frown.

”Aelf, we’re not his personal secret service. We’re here for her for our own purposes. Besides, we do not work for him.” She scoffed. “Yet, he certainly acts like it. I hate that we have to work with him.”

Aelfric gives her a look, warning her. “Careful, that attitude around him will get you killed.”

The witch, Rain, grumbled. “He demands and expects us to comply, including our respect. It’s really annoying, Aelf.”

The blond snorted. “Yeah, that’s Klaus for you.” He was finding the whole situation amusing. “Don’t let it get to you. Once he’s with her, we will establish our boundaries — not that he’ll really listen much to them, but we will not assist in his stalking habits.” 

Rain gives him a dubious look. Chuckling, he responds. “Anymore.”

”But,” he continues, leaning back and sipping his drink. “Back to the subject; perhaps, Krampus' curse is broken, regardless if the doppel-drink lives. Could be as simple as that.” He shrugged.

”Lucky girl,” Rain hummed, a doubtful look on her face. “But…it has me wondering about the second-half of the hybrid’s curse.” A dark look came to her dark complexion. “If I were honest, a part of me is hoping it won’t work now.”

Sighing at her persistent dislike of Klaus, Aelfric pulled back, glancing at the witch beside him as he crossed his muscular arms covered in tattoos. “Right, the hybrid making process.”

”Yes, that.”

”You don’t think that it’ll affect that, do you?” Large hand brushes over his clean groomed beard. “IF it does, that girls going to suffer, especially her loved ones. From what I heard, her poor aunt was set as an ‘example’.”

The witch was tense. “Still, we should look into this before informing someone with a temper as legendary as Klaus’,” she suggested, a warning tone in her lowered voice. “I do not care for the doppelgänger, but if things come to worse…” she looks over towards the woman with lilac eyes and dark as night hair. “How would she react? We hardly know anything about her.”

”No, you’re right…” Aelfric grunted. “Our lady seems to have a soft heart, but there’s a darkness there. She clearly seems to stand perfectly at center — balanced, yet can easily dip more towards one side if pushed.” 

“So far, I like her. She’s mysterious and secretive, but kind.” Rain spoke softly, curious about the woman their covens factions holds in high regards.

”Soon, Rain.” The blond patted her shoulder. “For now, let’s worry about one thing at a time: figuring out if we should be concerned that she is alive, because this will come to Krampus’ attention one way or another, very soon. This has the potential to get messy in all ways.”

Rain nodded as he muttered to himself, “Salvatore’s are idiots to believe this would last — both of them are going to die if they’re not careful.”

”Fine, but can I send these pictures to you instead of Klaus? I really don’t want to…” Rain mildly pleaded. “Just email them to him.”

Aelfric laughed. “You really don’t like him, do you? Fair enough.”

”NO.”

”Fine, fine. I’ll do it!”

Looking back towards the girls, particularly the doppelgänger. “Something feels off, that’s for certain. I can focus on this and contact the covens, as well, to find that missing piece of information.”

”Yeah, that’s smart. Afraid this will mean we’ll be here longer. Better get used to the exciting small town that is Mystic Falls.” The man cheered sarcastically, giving the witch a cheeky grin. 

Rolling her eyes, she nodded with a bounce to her thick black fro. “Whatever. But, thanks, Aelfric.”

”No problem, Raina.”

The dark blond vampire leaned back pulling out his phone as he checked his messages form the Court, or officially know as the Court of Corvus. As a fellow co-leader, he had enough influence to work this whole mess in a less chaotic manner. But, he’d leave enough room for some fun. With swift movement of his fingers, he pulled up a number and dialed.

”Ah, hello, Thane. We need to have a chat about our not-so-friendly neighborhood Krampus.”

Present Day

Opting to stay home until she heard form Caroline, who hadn’t responded back to her texts, Ravenna settled on watching some news and documentaries to update her a bit more on this universe’s history. Every now and then, her concerned violet eyes would flicker to her phone for any new incoming calls or texts.

She didn’t want to be weird about not getting any responses, but it seemed so out of character with the type of person the tall blond seemed to be. For the moment, she just concluded that she had some emergency or simply forgot, it happens. Understandably, she was still a teen in high school, so lots of responsibilities already. The kid shared a lot of what she did in her free time, so she gathered something along the lines of high school extracurricular priority. For now, she’ll settle on waiting for her to reach out; after all, she was barely past that stranger stage of acquaintance.

Still, she couldn’t quite tell if she should be concerned, or not. For those five years with Mer, she became so accustomed to things going from bad to worse with the teenager. Maybe it’s nothing? Maybe it’s just really her projecting onto Caroline as she had been with Mer? She’s still adjusting to being alone, so it made sense she’d try to find that familiarity and old habit of looking out for the young teens who get into trouble. 

Clearly, Ravenna reflected, she’s overthinking.

With a sigh, the raven-haired woman leaned back into her plush couch cushion, trying to relax and clear her mind, for once. “No over-thinking, no worrying like a mother-hen, Ven. Not your business. Just relax, and wait it out.” Maybe she could call Liz?

No. No, Ven. Leave it. Besides, certainly Ric had whatever under control, if not Liz.

Shaking her head, loose bun swinging back and forth in the motion, she blinked and gripped her remote with a final decision, pressing the button and began to browse the channels. She’ll turn on something and distract herself, and wait.

As any other universe, she expected discrepancies—differences between the realities. However, she found that it’s better to keep her knowledge updated if she’s going to be here longer in her free time. So far, most things remain the same, such as language, basic everyday functions, and so on. 

And the backwards world issues, like the red light meaning go instead of stop.

Legs crossed in a relaxed manner, she sipped on her freshly brewed tea as she used another remote to turn on the AC — this apartment sadly didn’t have that nice built in function. She needed cool air, it got a little stuffy during the summer.

Dressed comfortably in some casual wear: black leggings and an oversized grey shirt from her original universe college — Columbia University, same as pops. And some fluffy socks to top it off, the floors were wooden and creaky as hell.

Plus, sliding across the floor was fun as she moved about, to the amusement of her unseen companions — she decided to name the last two as Frank and Steve for fun. Clearly, they didn’t find it amusing as she and Finn, and could imagine them arguing who was Frank and Steve.

Lounging as she surfed the channels, contemplating if she’ll pull up her Netflix account, she paused on the local news reporting on the death of a beloved news reporter. Turning up the sound, she listened closely.

Bold header with ‘breaking news’ showed as a woman spoke, “Whether a suicidal or a tragic accident, WKPW News has lost one of its shining stars Field Reporter and weekend anchor, Andy Starr, who was discovered dead.”

Elijah raised his brow at this, remembering the woman who was constantly with Damon before his first daggered incident. He couldn’t help but feel pity for the now deceased woman, but she was bound to this fate as a vampires blood bag.

Ravenna looked closely at the woman’s photo, eyes squinting as she swore she saw her somewhere not too long ago in passing within Mystic Falls. Maybe it was just the tv, she reasoned.

Humming in thought, she watched on for a bit more before switching to Netflix documentaries, curiously. The app was quite a bit outdated than what she was familiar with, much like this universes cell phones — it made her want to cry having to revert and downgrade to fit in.

Sensing a subtle shift in space, she noted how Finn neared and settled beside her, a whisper of his familiar touch grazing her hand. 

A strange part of herself — deep down — wanted to turn her hand and link their fingers, desiring a more physical hold. 

It’s been like this all day, almost like this being was somewhat touch-starved; and she didn’t mind it, oddly. She had, however, noticed the communication become fickle and worse almost immediately after leaving the safety of her warded home. And so, Ravenna attempted to test that connection again — spotty like a radio station on the border of its reach — and listened as his distorted voice tried to speak through.

At first, she couldn’t hear anything, merely seeing Finn and losing detection of the other two — seems something, or someone, was messing with the formerly temporary stronger connection. Now, she had to focus more just to pick up faint, distorted words.

It took effort, but she listened to the best of her ability.

”…should ad-d…i-…plant…against…-ire’s…protec-…” Was all she could hear, and it was a shame she couldn’t hear him as she had earlier that day, but hopefully, this was a temporary issue. The ability to communicate was just getting better. Either way, for now, she’ll need to fill in the blanks.

With a sigh, she leaned forward to set down her cup of tea on the living room table. “I apologize, Finn — if you can hear me — it seems our connection is just turning worse, practically dial-up…” lavender eyes squinted, looking at the space she would assume he’s sitting. Completely puzzled, she wondered at how old was this Finn spirit-being-thing. “Nevermind.”

”One day, I’ll figure out who exactly you are, Finn.” It was declared, much to Finn’s hope, internally pleased that she’d wish to learn about him so earnestly. She bit her lip as she thought about what she could piece together.

”Ok, plant…?”

Lilac eyes gaze towards ‘Mini Groot’ almost immediately, observing it for a moment. Tilting her head in thought, she made the guess that that was what Finn was referring towards. “Huh…do you want me to, what?”

Not much else to do with a plant in your home, except to grow it for aesthetic or…

Oh…

Lavender eyes still stuck on the plant, “wait, are you saying ‘add’ to my tea?” 

Brows furrowed, dubious look crossed her face. “Is that safe to ingest?” Here eyes glanced down at her tea, and couldn’t help but be skeptical of the suggestion. Sure, she enjoyed her tea, but that’s a dangerous leap of faith in someone she knew nothing about, nor even really met…

Drinking this unknown plant was risky, and a thought she hadn’t considered. Well, if he wanted her dead, for whatever reason, that’s a bit too direct, right? She wanted to know the ‘why’, though.

So, she waited a few moments later, and finally a distorted ‘yes’ managed to come through the weakened connection, despite the faint feel of his hand on hers — it was lighter, too.

She hesitated. “…is it supposed to… help me? Build my immunity? Against?” The only sense she could feel after that via astral touch was a distorted feeling of ‘yes’. Ravenna paused, thinking if she was really going to trust the word of a random ghost-man — trusted vibe, or not. A ghost was literally telling her drink some rando-ass plant.

Another distorted ‘yes’.

”Wish whatever happened to our connection could’ve waited a day.” She sighed, eyes closing for a moment. “But, seriously, if you are being genuine — thank you, Finn ‘whatever your last name is’.”

”So, for now…how about this, cause as much as I would like to take your word for it, I’d feel better if you could try through this messed up connection, and tell me what it’s called before I ingest an unknown plant?” One brow raised, she glanced at the plant with resigned wariness. “Besides, it looks like it could be poisonous… no offense, Finn.”

She felt that reassured feeling wash through her from the hand and up her arm almost like his was brushing his other hand across her forearm. She gathered it’s a test to see if more contact could improve the connection, or he’s trying to get a free feel — the lil pervert, Ravenna internally giggled.

His hand lingered on hers as the other now on her cheek, he was certainly searching for a better way to make this work. Her eyes had closed by this point as she waited and mentally focused on him, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her as he softly brushed along her cheek. One brow twitched upwards, biting the inside her cheek as she tried to keep a straight face and not blush.

She could hear him try and communicate as he did this, and she managed to get in a word: vervain, if she heard right. 

Breathing in, she tried to ground herself. “My life is so weird…” she mumbled lowly to herself, unsure if he could hear her clear as day, or as distorted on her side.

The brothers watched on as Finn tried to reach through the spiritual veil, the same thought going through their heads: was something, or someone, intentionally sabotaging this link?

Having been tethered to their fated made investigating difficult, limiting their distance. They have attempted to move further from her as a test, but there was that powerful pull that kept them grounded to her vicinity.

Interestingly, that wasn’t the strangest experience by far. They could walk, but often there was a unique ‘weightless’ feel to their movement. They practically could ‘levitate’ and move freely. 

Of the three, Kol seemed to enjoy this new experience the most. Couldn’t possibly be what it was like on the Other Side, is it? They had to cross that off their list of potential places they were in existence at the moment.

Attempting to ignore their youngest brother floating about in their peripheral vision, Elijah and Finn spoke about the issues occurring and who could be behind it. There were so many variables, and names.

“Elijah, það var þarna.” Finn muttered, frustration pouring from him. Gripping his hair, he let out a growl and swiftly stood up from his seated place, and sped across the room so that he didn’t affect her in any way. “Hvað gerðist? Ég næ ekki í hana, bróðir. Það er farið.” (Elijah, it was there./What happened? I can’t reach her, brother. It’s gone.)

Elijah watched worriedly as his older brother began to lose a bit of his mental state to the weakened connection — he was latching onto her more than he had anticipated.

It was clear that Finn needed her more in order to live… and he could easily gather that a great influence to this deteriorated mental state was due to being daggered for nine-hundred years. 

Guilt gnawed at Elijah, and deep down he wished that they hadn’t. 

Yet, he worried if Finn would have been able to exist long enough for Ravenna without Sage as a companion, even knowing. Regardless if Sage stayed in the picture long enough, the fated bond would’ve cut off any emotions he had for the female vampire. It was quite the predicament, but there was no point in wishing for changes of the past and focus on the now.

He’ll spend the next eternity making it up to his older bother, one way or another. This he promised.

“You should try this!” Kol leapt through the air, visualizing his want to ‘fly’, arching upside down over his brothers as he flipped them off — something he picked up observing the world, and their fated.

Chapter Text

”Kol, would you please stop this incessant hovering . It is well past being humorous.”

Standing beside Finn, Elijah was simply done with the immature behavior of their youngest brother. As fascinating as this whole experience was, this still wasn't the time for tricks and pranks. Between Finn’s emotional struggles and mental health decline to Kol’s childish games and jabs, Elijah decided that he needed to stabilize the situation, and most importantly, redirect and distract with a goal.

They could feel it; something was changing in Mystic Falls. 

At Elijah’s annoyance, Kol simply glanced at him and spoke under his breath, “Funny how you say that.” Before returning his gaze to the tv, he spoke loudly. “I think not.”

With a sideways judging look at Kol, Elijah turned back to their eldest brother who was currently taking in deep breaths as he tried to calm himself, everything suddenly becoming too much. Hands linked behind his head as he stared upwards, mouth pinched shut as he looked anywhere else other than his brothers, and too ashamed to look at the soul-fated.

It had occurred to Elijah whether or not their proximity, while knowing and seeing their fated, had some strained effect over them, as well. He certainly felt it, despite hiding it well. Kol seemed to just distract himself enough with thinking up theories and plans regarding Ravenna's magic. 

And, considering they can’t complete a demanding bond when it isn’t equally met – physical touch and eye contact, firstly. He gathered that factored in the restlessness and moods. And it was entirely frustrating and angering with Klaus keeping them in their coffins, who should have un-daggered them once finding her. It was the prior agreement, but it seems Klaus has other priorities. 

Something that he will have many choice words about, including violence.

“Until we are un-daggered, we are tethered here for the foreseeable future, let’s make the most of it and focus on our predicament: Finn's sudden deteriorating connection to our fated and the why now .” Elijah began, “Finn, brother,” softly as he carefully placed his hand on his shoulder once Finn lowered his arms to rest his hands on his hips. “Despite all of our…disagreements, we share one purpose: Ravenna .”

Irritated at the simplified way he worded their conflict, Finn looked down before looking over at his brother, still tense but he was listening. Which was all that Elijah could hope for right now with no arguments.

And so he continued, “tell me what it is that bothers you. Please, Finn. Allow me to start mending our broken bonds. If not for me or us, but for her .”

Initially, Finn was ready to lash out with every intent on expressing he had no interest in mending a single thing, until he mentioned doing so for Ravenna. He wanted to be selfish. To refuse and be petty, but that would do more harm than good for her. She’s tied to not just himself, but all four, which he had to remind himself. He hated that he would be, but as he looked upon her, he would do anything already just for her. And as he gazed upon her sitting there with her laptop out, he felt himself calm, enough to consider his options and his answer.

“Einn í myrkri hyldýpinu, varla með meðvitund og varla dauður.” Finn spoke softly, emotion expressed within words. “Mér er enn illa við það sem við erum, en...” his eyes trailed over towards Ravenna, blinking back tears and taking in a deep shaky breath. “Þrátt fyrir að vera skepnan sem við erum – að ég sé – Ég fæ tækifæri á hamingju? Eigum við þetta skilið? Er ég?” (Alone in that darkness, barely conscious and barely dead./I still resent what we are, but…/Despite being the beastly monster that we are – that I am – I still get a chance at happiness? Do we deserve this? Do I?)

Elijah didn’t say anything, only listened.

Hand brushed through his thick brown locks, Finn stepped closer to Elijah as his eyes still kept Ravenna within his peripheral vision. “Ég vil taka það, en ég er hræddur.” He looked into his brother's brown eyes. “Hvað ef ég er ekki nógu góð? Vilja þeir mig eins og ég er? Skrímsli?” (I want to take it, but I’m scared./What if I’m not good enough? Would she want me as I am? A monster?)

Elijah hesitated, even though he didn't know the answer for that, not truly. He even had his own fears, not too dissimilar to Finn's. After all, it was still unknown territory for each of them, even with varying levels of study on their bonds. Glancing towards the woman who remained oblivious, even as Kol hovered near her and read over her shoulder as he ignored them.

“I believe…” Elijah swallowed harshly as he observed her, his own heart stuttering in longing and mild fear. “That is up to her, and if she turns us away…” Gods would he rather not experience the rejection of a fated bond, even though it was rare to unthinkable. “I would respect her wishes. But…” he turned back to Finn, “I would give her the choice.”

Finn looked into Elijah’s eyes, and listened as he continued. “And, we will do so together.”

Finn gave a shaky smile and nodded. “Það er sanngjarnt.” (That is reasonable.)

“Well, I know she wont turn us away, not in the end.” 

They turned towards Kol who levitated over to them before settling on his feet. Kol shrugged with a smirk, and then looked at them intently. “Give her some credit, she’s not some weak maiden who can’t handle herself, or faint at the sight of blood and death; the fates wouldn't be stupid.” he glanced over at their fated. “After all, she’s fated to not just us, but Nik as well. Poor girl has to have the strength and patience of a saint to be with all four of us.”

Elijah huffed while Finn looked repulsed at the reminder that their poor fated was bonded to him .

“Of course, it may start out slow for her, whilst it's near immediate for us. Besides,” Kol continued. “As per my research and studies of the soul-fated, and not to sound too cliche,” he stepped up to Finn, throwing his arm over his oldest brother's shoulders and patted his chest with a grin as he looked upon each. “Fated bonds exist for a reason, dear Finn. There’s no mistake, and they always match those who are compatible and best suited — to change and join their fates, so to speak.”

Finn paused, considering Kol’s words.

”While it’s curious that all four of us share one soul-fated, it’s not impossible.” His eyes locked down, a bit far off. “There are theories, but that depends on some factors. Although...” brows furrowed a bit in thought. "The Court certainly shared just enough to hint to what is in store for her, and by extension, us. I've got plenty of questions now since seeing her; particularly, her magic. Very curious." He stilled for a beat before a sharp stand to attention with a wide grin. "Guess we will need to see how this unfolds!"

There was a pause as each had different thoughts linger before Elijah shuffled in place, hands in his pockets with a thoughtful look.

“There is certainly a vast amount of questions to be answered, but all can't be properly resolved here, unfortunately. We will need to call upon the Court of Corvus to answer. However, I now have many other concerns; we need to be prepared for all our family's enemies to discover her and her connection to us.” He looked at each brother with a sense of foreboding. “It is inevitable, I'm afraid.”

Finn looked worried, but Kol had a look of determination. 

“Then, we will be ready.” Kol smiled smugly, hands thrown in a gesture of confidence. He swaggered back towards Ravenna’s direction, subject done for the time being.

Sighing, Elijah pursed his lips as he followed Kol's example and moved to a sofa near Ravenna, observing the crime documentary Ravenna had pulled up. Brows furrowed as he read the summary of a new episode, “Is this a crime documentary on murders? Seems our lovely heart has an interest in true crime.”

Having swiftly moved beside her, Finn looked curiously, fascinated by the technology more so than the current subject. Kol, on the other hand, snorted in amusement as a smirk plastered itself on his handsome face. He floated above, much to Elijah’s irritation, in a relaxed side-ways reclined pose, observing the show just as curiously. Twenty minutes in, as Ravenna began her research, Kol was enthralled by the telling of the events.

”How bloody horrifying and enlightening! They talk about everything in such great gory detail,” Kol exclaimed excitedly before his mind wandered. “I wonder if she’d be interested in sharing our first kill together, and feeding off of each oth-”

At Elijah’s and Finn’s glares, Kol paused mid-thought, yet allowed his mind to wander off in fantasies about their fated as a vampire. A semi-dreamy expression washed over as his eyes glazed over in Ravenna’s direction, “she’d make the perfect, beautiful vampire. No question about it.”

Now in a calmer mindset, Finn had sat closest to Ravenna, still needing that comfort of her presence. It took him moments to ease his inner turmoil with help of Elijah, and it certainly helped when he was closer to their fated — as it typically works for the bonded. 

Hearing Kol describe her as a vampire set something off within Finn, the very thought of turning their fated into a beast like them didn’t sit well — yet, deep down, there was a dark, selfish desire to keep her at his side forever; one mortal life wasn’t enough. 

The image, however, of her joining their younger brother in his vicious blood-thirsty slaughters horrified him, “Nei!” (No.)

From Kol’s position above again, his dark gaze locked onto his oldest brother. “What do you mean ‘no’? Eventually, she’d become one of our kind. There’s no way I would willingly lose her to a mortal death.” He practically snarled.

Finn’s eyes darkened as veins grew around them, “Ég neyđi hana ekki út í ūetta, Kol! Þetta líf. Og verða þessi skepna sem er-” (I will not force her into this, Kol! This life. And become this creature that is-)

”Enough!” Elijah snapped, leaving no room for argument. “First of all, we will not force her to do anything, it will purely be her choice. Not that we could, seeing what we’re learning about her. Secondly, it is not. The. Time. To discuss this.”

Kol scoffed, “You don’t actually mean that, do you?”

Elijah glares at Kol, silencing him with a look. Kol rolls his eyes and settles back to the surface and sits on the opposite sofa. “Well, you are both bloody boring. At least, she isn’t, and now, this-“ he gestures to the documentary reporting the details of the gruesome murders. “Is getting even more fascinating by the second. Do shut up, both of you!”

Elijah rubbed his face in clear mental exhaustion of the two. Finn smartly ignores Kol now, eyes only on Ravenna. 

Having pulled out her laptop, Ravenna sits unaware of the tensions going on beyond her vision, researching for the plant Finn had called ‘vervain’, “Let’s see what we have, huh. Kind of resembles lavender.” She reads on, “ Verbena officinalis ; an herb that grows primarily in Europe and Asia.” 

She glances at Mini Groot briefly, “Medicinal value; antioxidant, anti-inflammatory, antimicrobial, and anticonvulsant properties. Helps fight infections, and okay, okay. Uh-huh, hmm." She read on through several links and resources, repeating much of the same benefits and origins. "Interesting. I didn’t know that. Guess the more you know."

Next link, "Ahh, that’s good to know." Then, she finds herself pulled in a completely different direction suddenly. "What's... wait, wha–?”  

The next few articles and links lead her in a completely different direction than what she had thought it would. Discovering the lore behind the new subjects raised her brow, fascinated and curious how it’d be even true.

The documentary was long-forgotten, all she could focus on was where this plant was taking her in her search — something she hadn’t considered until now.

”This is insane.” She had to admit, this was making her heart race from nerves and exhilaration. A new discovery in a new universe, yet dangerous and unknown — she was always a sucker for the undiscovered and mysteries of magic and the universe.

And here she read up on old lore and myths that led to what she had only believed existed in books of Polidori, Bram Stoker, Anne Rice and, to her amusement, Stephanie Meyer — it actually exists here, too.

And as the listed before suggested, it all connected to the popular mutual subject.

”Vampires,” she read aloud once, and then twice. And then again. “This…cannot be real, right? I mean, this,” she sees the references to anything and everything that was Dracula on the current page. “…is new. I’m, I need to process this. Huh…” she was a bit at a loss for words, yet so many thoughts began to run through her mind.

Then again, it could be quite real. While she’s never met one, she’s certainly come across all sorts of unexplained and the supernatural; like demons and creatures of mythology. Including, high ranked individuals; such as, Damion Hellstrom, Ghost Rider, and Dormammu, the latter was a whole thing in her youth. She even picked up a thing or two from a Jericho Drumm, a story for another time. Then there was Loki and Thor, who had active roles in her life - and she missed Asgard greatly.

And still, she’s never come across any vampires in her travels, so this was new-new for her. Not even werewolves, but she’s heard of them. Actually, come to think of it, there was that one time she had overheard a conversation between Drumm and pops about some Marie Laveau and maybe talks of vampires, but she couldn't quite recall the specifics. She could have been wrong.

Regardless, this still new territory that had her itching to learn and unveil. She should ask the one source she had a gut feeling would know, if the vervain was a giveaway.

”Finn? Finn, is this right?” She reached out, eyes actually searching for him, any sign. Was he actually trying to warn her about these creatures of the night? What else was he wanting to say, but can’t help?

The thought that this unseen being was telling her to drink something to protect her against these creatures surprised her, honestly. He really was concerned about her well-being and safety. 

But why?

It also had her pondering what else she should know, like if there were some here…in Mystic Falls.

And now, she felt like an imbecile.

Groaning, she fell back into her seat, pulling a pillow to her face, not even bothering to wait for an answer.

”How can I be so stupid! Of course, the damn signs are there. Subtle, but right in front of me…” she growled into the pillow before tossing it aside. “I’m going to take a wild guess here and say,” she tilted her head, side-to-side in mock thought. “Ohhh, I don’t know, a certain Salvatore being a vampire? Explains the mind control. ” She shivered at the thought of what else he’s capable of or whatever he may have done.

Hand rubbing down her face, listening for any response.

There was a distorted, far off ‘yes’, though it felt wary and unsure. She nodded along, piecing it all together.

”Wait,” Ravenna paused, leaning forward and recalling the vibe she also got from a certain tall blonde teenager. “Caroline?”

Another ‘yes’.

“Well, shit,” she gave out a breathy chuckle, fingers playing with loose strands of hair. “But the sun? Garlic? So many questions…” She was equal parts fascinated and nervous at this revelation, if true.

Now it was down to finding proof, or seeing it in person. She wasn’t sure how to feel about running into Caroline just yet, but it was a new discovery entirely so she’ll see how that goes when she crosses that bridge. 

Supposedly, for now, she’ll let it play out.

For now, she'll return to digging further and finding sources, and she was thorough. Every link on the subject of vampirism, even watching some documentary she found on her tv. Granted, it was more to understand the lore and history of origin.

That’s how she killed the time, obsessing over the subject, and picking it all apart. At this point, she had a few pages filled with notes in a new notebook. She wondered if Kamar Taj had anything on this. She never got to certain restricted subjects, then again, there were hundreds of books she couldn’t get to before.

When she noted the darkness outside, she forced herself to step away from the hours of research and the growing migraine from too much screen time and lack of water and food. With a tired sigh, she set aside her laptop on the coffee table and stood to fix herself a late meal.

Sitting down, she turned on the first uninteresting subject on Netflix for the hell of it, and sat back with a huff of air needing to let her brain just chill for a bit. Reclined on her long sofa with a blanket and head propped up by the pillow, she eventually fell asleep as night came. 

The brothers watched as their fated fell asleep.

Chapter Text

"Ugh, sweet Vishanti." Ravenna whimpered. "What is happening..?" It was late still, or early morning, she couldn't quite tell currently. However, waking from a deep sleep by sudden wave of pain in her chest, not exactly normal for her.

It was an unexpected sharp pain, near her heart. Dulling for a while, but still keeping her up in a restless sleep. Something strange was happening within herself, and at times, it felt like there was a subtle pull towards a vague direction. 

She hadn't really noticed it at first, but there were instances that she felt this weird force in her chest. It had bloomed day by day, but it'd go away after the feel and she guessed it was also a part of her ignoring it until it dulled enough it wasn't noticeable. 

Now, the aches kept her up, too hard to ignore this time. She took some pain meds, but that actually didn't do anything. Sitting up, she kept rubbing and massaging the area roughly over her heart. Sensing it, there was a vague feeling of yearning, or missing someone, as if there was a hole in her chest.

Seeing that it was going to be a long night, and as exhausted as she was, too awake to fall back to sleep. So, instead, she pulled up Netflix again to distract herself enough to attempt sleep eventually. Buffy, she decided. 

All the while, the brothers watched on with worry, and wondered if it's the bond with Klaus taking hold and affecting her. It would be incredibly noticeable for Klaus, but at their age and being Originals allow a bit more sturdiness to endure. However, once it reaches its length of time bring so far apart, it would grow in more pain, lingering more for Ravenna.

For a mortal, it'd be a slow build up as she'll begin to wonder what that pain could be, yet not knowing why. Unless she were to follow the pull, she'd find where the source would come from.

But why is it moving faster for her in days if she were human?

Day Ago

Impatiently, Stefan stood close to Ray's unmoving body, irritated at being left behind and prolonging this fucked up 'hunt'.

At every chance he could, he'd given the hybrid as much snark and attitude as he could on a level that wouldn't end in his early death. Begrudgingly, he followed orders, displeased with their travels through the woods as he had to carry the currently deceased Ray Sutton.

They had been at this for days, and he hated every second of it. To make it worse, he knew Damon was on their trail, and cutting it far too close. Of course, his brother wouldn't take a hint after killing his 'blood bag' girlfriend. Certainly didn't deter him for long.

It wasn't long until they found the pack, they were right on their trail. That was when he began to pick up on the mood swings more and more with the hybrid. Seems something was bothering him if the mood swings seemed to indicate. He went from jolly and eager to tense and irritable, it was rather unnerving to add that on top of his already temperamental moods as a vampire-werewolf hybrid.

He wanted to ask, or rather mock, but he held back and observed. Was this a side-effect of Elena surviving?

There was a constant pinched expression with the way Klaus would occasionally rub his chest, often over the heart. And the obsession with his phone, which was ironic for someone as old as him to act like a teen with their phone. But he seemed to be looking at something a lot of the time.

Not to mention the sketchbook he kept close, secured wherever he left it. At first, Stefan ignored it, but with the way the hybrid was so secretive and snapped it shut anytime he came too close, made him suspicious. 

Stefan nearly scoffed at the juvenile behaviors, as if embarrassed to show what he was drawing, but there was no embarrassment on Klaus face. Only possessiveness. He shielded his phone and sketchbook, possibly not even aware of it, from him in a protective manner.

It made him curious.

But not curious enough to gain the wrath of the hybrid, especially within reach. Instead, he'd just mock it, and saw the irritation and annoyance as an equal trade.

For now.

And, here he stood, waiting patiently as the hybrid was, once again, staring at his phone. Except this time, he seemed to go from relaxed happiness to ire and frustration.

Abruptly, he had left him with Ray's useless weight.

Scoffing, Stefan dropped the dead bodyweight to the ground like trash, and say on a nearby fallen trunk.

Then waited.

And waited.

For. So long.

Checking his phone, he noticed that it had been two hours since he disappeared, and wondered if he was seriously supposed to wait here for hours in the middle of the forest for Klaus.

Standing up, he was about to pick up Ray and follow the hybrid to demand what was holding him up when he finally arrived.

"Finally!" Stefan huffed out.

"Where were you? I've been waiting here for hours. I was actually beginning to believe that you were los-

He stopped when he realized that Klaus wasn't alone.

"Change of plans, Stefan."  Klaus marched up to Ray, lifting his cold face this way and that with a dark tense look. Stefan easily picked up that the hybrid was bubbling with deep rage, and smartly kept his mouth shut, watching. He moved his eyes up to the new face who seemed to be looking straight at him with a wide grin.

"Aelfric," he introduced, hand stretched out. While Stefan wanted to be a dick and refuse, he took one glance at the hybrid who knelt still, and decided not to push his luck at this moment. Meeting the handshake, Stefan introduced himself.

Klaus ignored Salvatore, and turned a bit towards the newcomer. "We're going to wait until Ray, here, wakes, and give him-" Aelfric hands him a vial of blood, shaking it. Klaus glares at the vial as if it offended him. "this vial of blood." Klaus stands and marches off, glancing at Aelfric. "Keep an eye on him, I will be back."

He didn’t specify which ‘him’.

As the hybrid disappeared, Stefan stood nervously as he watched the hybrid disappear, once more. "Where is he going?"

Aelfric barely looked towards Stefan as he sat beside the body on the same fallen trunk he had been. "Not to worry, he'll be back. Just a bit anxious to get this show on the road, you know?"

An hour later, Klaus had returned, an eerie calm as he stared down at Ray. At this moment, all the hybrid wanted was to be with his soul-fated, hold her in his arms and burrow his face in her luscious long hair and breathe her in - a fantasy that seemed to calm him at the mere thought. It was never enough to have just photos for long, evident in his chest pains and mood swings. Soon, she'll be feeling the effects, no doubt.

For now, he'll have to keep a reasonable distance to calm himself around the ripper, so as not to risk revealing the source of his anger. 

The deceptive little shit.

Aelfric on the other hand was highly amused and chill, watching as the younger vampire was wary around the hybrid. 

And as it turned out expectedly by the hybrid and his new friend, the human blood for the transition didn't work, much to Klaus' wrath and Aelfric's secretive knowing look. Stefan, however, grew even more nervous, assuming the truth was due to Elena being alive.

They had all watched as the now-hybrid Ray run off abruptly, unhinged and going absolutely berserk. It worried him how neither hybrid nor his friend seemed to budge.

Klaus finally turned to him, "Well, Ripper, go get him." he spoke meanly, a forced smile across his face. 

Reluctantly complying, the vampire ran after the unhinged hybrid, and all the while, Stefan didn't know what to do with the shift of dynamics.

Present Day

"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan."

Klaus drove to a parking spot, parking and exiting to walk towards a building, storing his family now. Knowing where his siblings 'rested' — dagger in their hearts — his mind wandered back to the thought of un-daggering one, but which?

"What are we doing here?" Impatiently, Stefan inquiries smartly after a moment of taking in their new location. 

Following Klaus, Stefan glanced back towards their newest companion: Aelfric, who seemed to never stop smirking or grinning, mischief in those green eyes. The other vampire made him on edge, almost as if they knew what he was thinking. But he couldn't think of what, and was too afraid to openly ask.

Just their first introduction had unsettled — why was he here, anyways?

"Now, I know how much you loved it here," Klaus grinned, opening the door. "Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days, definitely a wild time."

For a moment, despite still wanting to rip out Stefan's throat, he couldn't help his mind go back down memory lane. One of his favorite era's, thinking how Ravenna would look in her flapper dress — exquisite, he fantasized.

He could visualize her lavender eyes sparkling like diamonds in a beautiful silver dress, beads and tassels dancing across her lovely figure at every moment, drawing his gaze as she moved seductively for his eyes. Her black hair pinned up in a fashion fitted with feathers, pearls, and diamonds, and minimal make-up as she was most definitely a natural beauty. Dancing in heels that accentuates her lovely defined legs, pulled up at his hip as they moved body-to-body. It'd be perfect, she'd fit perfectly.

Klaus nearly lost himself in the fantasy, thinking of why he couldn't have met her sooner in the 20's — without Mikael interrupting.

Reality hit him when he heard the Salvatore talk, the vision fading.

Stefan stepped besides him, looking at the truck driving up. "Blacked out most of them. Lot of blood, lot of partying." Eyes going a bit distant in memory, and lack thereof. "Details are all a blur."

”Well, that is a crying shame.” Klaus mildly mocked. “The details are what makes it legendary.” Perhaps, Klaus considered, he could get his old friend back. Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t get past the lies and deception; once done, there’s no going back.

”Yeah, well I’ll take your word for it.” Stefan sighed, and walked past him back inside the vast space of the building. He couldn’t quite figure out why all the effort to keep him here.

Klaus reflected on what he remembered, speaking out loud about the fun times in the city; the prohibition to everything off limits — a time of fun and danger.

Dark blue eyes, glinting from the lights and something malicious gazed out the corner of his eye towards the Ripper of Monterey. The grin gone as a sneer replaced it, showing as he felt that itch to kill — better yet, torture all the secrets out of him. Forget compelling, he’d enjoy the struggle. 

Fortunately, for the Salvatore, Aelfric disrupted the tense Klaus from maiming the oblivious vampire. “Well, isn’t this a marvelous place! I remember a time here, as well.” Arms out in a wide gesture. “In fact, I remember seeing you here, Krampus. I imagine that's also where we’re going?”

The veins that were growing upon Klaus face quickly faded as his eyes dimmed to the blue from his hybrid yellow orbs, he rolled his eyes just as Stefan turned towards him. Klaus' eyes landed on the other vampire in their presence. “Ah, yes, I do recall! An old friend's place. Although, I do vaguely remember you getting kicked out for a brawl, rather uncivilized behavior — I expect none of that now, thank you!”

”Speak for yourself!” Aelfric chortled. “Shit, but fret not! I’ve got the charm to work my way back into her good graces. After a migraine, or ten, and a snapped neck.”

Klaus snorted, “that bloody well checks.”

”So, uh, you both go way back then? How did you meet?” Stefan casually inquired, their connection making him rather anxious. More ‘friends’ of Klaus, the worse it’ll go for him.

Klaus grunted as Aelfric smirked to the side. “Oh we go way back. You see, young padawan!” The vampire threw his arm over his shoulder. “Krampus, here, is my sire.”

Stefan froze, deep thought as he observed the hybrids reaction, faintly hearing a low muttered, “I regret it to this day.”

”It’s a wild story-“ Aelfric began, then Klaus interrupted. “It’s really not.”

”Anyways, then I met, uh, what’s his face?” Aelfric snapped his fingers as he tried to recall the name. “Craig! Or Karl..”

Klaus snorted, “Kol. But don’t mistake that for his face.” He paused. “Or do.”

Aelfric leaned into Stefan, “So mean, isn’t he?” With a roll of his eyes, Klaus moved on as Stefan shrugged off the other vampire, conversation on hold for the moment.

Taking in the newest companion's appearance, Stefan took note of the long blonde hair, green eyes, and his tall lean built figure. Aelfric had a noticeable presence, difficult to ignore. He couldn’t read him, and had a difficult time figuring out his own role in all of this.

Watching on as Klaus and Aelfric bickered, Stefan was growing less patient, “Why am I still with you? Here? You have him now. We had our fun, and your hybrids failed-“ Klaus twitched at that, stilling as Aelfric gave him a look to not react; which, for him, was near impossible, but he was trying. Oh, he was trying hard. “I mean, don’t you want to move on? Clearly, this won’t work.”

”We’re going to see my favorite witch, Stefan. Enough of the attitude, and be quiet.” He moved past Stefan, who seemed a bit stunned before shrugging off the initial shock, “If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem…” he gave Aelfric a look, recalling a brief talk as Stefan had stepped away for a meal on their road trip to Chicago. It took quite the convincing argument from Aelfric to stop him not to drive back to Mystic Falls, not yet, and butcher the doppelgänger, and he was still tempted — a constant fifty-fifty of what he’ll do every second. “…it’s her.”

Without looking at the ripper, whose face made him pissed off even more, he entered the vehicle once more.

Stefan watched with a tense look, internally concerned for what that entails. And noticed Aelfric looking at him with a serious expression, contrasting with his usual joyful disposition. It was unnerving, even more so when a wide grin immediately took over, and with a wink, walked towards the car as well.

Who was this guy?

"Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus had brought them to a very familiar bar, Aelfric following close as he seemed rather eager to arrive.

”I can’t believe this place still exists.” Stefan followed last, hesitating as vague memories resurfaced.

”Ah, I do miss this place, good ol’ days.” Aelfric followed up with his own commentary.

As they entered, nostalgia hit them hard, though it had obvious changes.

”You gotta be kidding me.” A voice scoffed from their left as they entered one by one. A woman with short hair in her mid-50s, though her appearance can be deceiving. 

Taking his chance, Klaus failed to hold back a smirk, “So, a hybrid walks into a bar, says the bar-“

”Stop.” She cut him off, already not up for joking. “You may be invincible, but that doesn’t make you funny.”

A sly grin slapped to his face on the outside, but internally questioning like a teen boy if his raven would think the opposite. He could be quite funny, if he dare so tried.

She and Stefan traded words, recognizing the other. “You’re Gloria.” He began. “Shouldn’t you be…”

”Old and dead?” She chuckled. “Now if I die, who’s gonna run this place, huh?”

Klaus stepped forward, approaching Gloria. “Gloria’s a very powerful witch.” One that better give him answers that brings him good news. Otherwise, he’ll get them the bloody way first, starting with Stefan’s heart ripped out.

”I can slow the aging down some — herbs and spells; but, don’t worry, it’ll catch up to me one day.”

”Well, you look absolutely wonderful, my dear Glor-“ Aelfric began his exaggerated flattering, interrupted by the witch. “You, stop. Flirting won’t work this time around.”

Aelfric looked mildly offended and grinned regardless, rolling his eyes when the hybrid snickered beside him.

”Stefan,” Klaus began, still smirking at the bearded vampire. “Why don’t you go and fix us up a little something from behind the bar.”

Hesitating, the Salvatore made his way. “Yeah, sure thing.”

”You look ravishing, by the way.” Klaus followed up on Aelfric’s attempts, hoping it’d succeed for him. 

Rolling her eyes at these sad vampires, Gloria raised her hand. “Don’t.” She sat down, the other two following. “I know why you’re here. A hybrid out to make more hybrids? That kind of news travels fast.”

“So, what am I doing wrong? I broke the curse, now why are the hybrids not working?” He needed to know now, and soon, before he makes a mistake that would create trouble with his fated down the road. As much as it goes against his usual nature, he’d rather not risk his raven interfering if he goes after the doppelgänger in the worst case. 

“Obviously, you did something wrong.” Klaus tensed, a dark look was shaping his expression. “Look,” not liking the expression, she continued. “Every spell has a loophole, but a curse that old…we’d have to contact the witch who made the spell.” As if the most obvious thing in the world.

Bloody wonderful. Klaus scoffed, shaking his head. ”That’d be the original witch. But she’s very dead.”

”I know.” Gloria spoke. “And for me to contact her I’ll need help.”

While Klaus and Gloria discussed Rebekah and her possible revival, Aelfric took the opportunity to excuse himself to make a call, he needed to touch base with his contacts. But, not before giving Gloria one last flirtatious good-bye. "I will see you later, my beautiful witch." And with that, swaggered off with a wide smirk, leaving Gloria unimpressed. 

"That one never knew when to stop."

Klaus smirked, snickering at her annoyance. "Agreed. He never quite learned to stay quiet over the centuries, it seems."

Turning back to the hybrid, Gloria remained steadfast in her demands. "Bring me Rebekah."

Klaus tensed, rolling his eyes. "Yes, well, Rebekah," he spoke sarcastically, "is a bit preoccupied, currently."

"She has what I need, if you still wish for me help. Bring her to me." She kept firm.

Klaus stared at her, tense and contemplative as he considered the pros and cons of removing the dagger from his dear baby sister's heart. As he was about to speak, Stefan called out from his place across the bar. "What is this?"

He raised the photo, his expression and posture demanded an explanation.

Klaus bit the inside of his cheek, refraining from snapping at the interruption. Instead, he allowed an eased smirked, though smug, cross his face as he took in the photo. "Well, I did tell you, Stefan. Chicago was a magical place."

Stefan hesitated, "this...this is me...with you." he finished accusingly.

While his companions discussed the curse and Stefan's apparent missing memories, Aelfric made his way further outside before pulling up a contact on his phone, finding himself a decent perch out of view atop a building. He was keeping a keen eye on the surroundings, knowing that Damon Salvatore was hot on their trail.

Listening to whoever was on the other line, Aelfric raised a brow at the curious little raven perched above with a few newer additions. Some were watching him curiously, but more so they were watching the bar.

As if watching over someone.

"How curious."

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"Oh, I barely managed to convince him; it's Krampus, no one tells him what to do. All I had to say was—" and in Aelfric's best mock-sympathetic voice, "’Ravenna is fond of the little duplicate, Krampus. She'll be so sad if you kill her — again.'” He paused, wondering how much their lady knows yet. Well, she will eventually. That’s unavoidable. 

At this point, Aelfric was pacing back and forth along the roof of the building he stood, getting worked up in the conversation. He continued after the other person on the call made a comment. 

“And now he’s conflicted, and frustrated that he’s conflicted. Honestly, I’m equally surprised he’s showing so much restraint and mercy, especially for anyone else.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking off at one of the ravens hopping around and pulling at another’s tail playfully. “Then again, the power of the fated bond is very real and influential.”

Aelfric listened for a beat before answering. “Well, yeah. Because he’s the Original Hybrid,” he mocked, though without real intent. Using their shared accent to sound like the hybrid even more. “Love is a weakness — blah, blah, blah. And then, completely contradicted himself in saying: ‘Ravenna’s different, she’s not a weakness’.” Aelfric chortled, speaking into his phone as he found a perch above on a building over from the bar. “He’s not wrong in the latter admission. I think he’s confusing himself because he’s not used to caring for another like this, aside from his siblings — don’t get me started on that. This family needs therapy.”

The man stopped pacing, one hand at his hip as he leaned on one foot. “He’s obsessed with her for centuries; as did Kol and Elijah, the former most obviously, but he’s suddenly second guessing himself now that he’s faced with her, well, existing. The real deal is a whole different story in itself.” He paused, listening. “I know. He’s aware of the implications, and how sensitive the situation could be, but he’s at least given it a time frame. He can’t wait too long, just makes it all the worse for her and him.”

As he spoke, Aelfric thought back on the pros and cons of Klaus shift in his character, even if just a part. All the better for most, but it seems he’s adjusting to a new part of his life, and it’s throwing him entirely off kilter. 

Poor man.

”Unfortunately, witches talked over the centuries; now, it’s known the hybrid and his brothers share a fated mate. They’ll be coming out of the woodwork and, well, beyond the Other Side — fucking dead witches.” The vampire knew well how nasty these witches will be once they know about her, and wherever she may go. Vampiric enemies, included. Live long enough, you’ll collect yourself legions of enemies, more than the few possible allies. “They just don’t know the whole story behind this particular fated.”

He could imagine the complications for an immortal as the first of his kind; enemies would see a vulnerability to finally exploit, but Aelfric sees this new change as a good thing.

“The Mikaelsons have no idea what kind of gift and power they’ve been handed. Not yet. And I doubt she even wholly knows, not until the ritual.” Aelfric continued to watch the ravens flock around the bar, about fifteen now. “And the most terrifying thing is that when they find out…they could become unstoppable. If the witches find out, they’ll go crazy. Let’s just hope that our Mistress will stay balanced. We can only guide her so far.”

Green eyes narrowed as the ravens watched the doors, waiting. Were they following them this entire time?

Some observed him, but there was a sense of growing magic peering through.

A raven caws, pulling him back to the bar, several more hopped and stared ahead when another figure left: Klaus. Gaining the hybrids curious look, he saw how the hybrid paused and observed them, too, before smirking and turning away. Aelfric spotted the ripper follow suit.

”Ahh, sorry. Gotta go, mate. Keep me posted.”

Swiftly, he made his way back to them, meeting at the SUV. “Gentlemen, we’ve got a direction then?”

Stefan startled, seeing him outside instead of inside as he had thought. He hardly paid much attention after finding the phot of him and Klaus.

“Hmm,” Klaus glanced at him. “Ah, yes, we’re going to see me sister! I don’t believe you’ve ever met her, if memory serves correct.”

Aelfric nodded with approval, hands in his pocket as he followed, head held high. Glancing beside him, he noticed how lost and confused the Salvatore was at the revelation he knew Klaus and yet remembered nothing. Stefan was still shooting question after question, Aelfric noticed how Klaus was growing impatient. Even as they exited the car and walked through the storage building. “Can’t say that I have, mate.”

Klaus nodded, proceeded to walk as he then gave a mean grin. “She’s a mean one, honestly. Best to be careful around her, though. She’s got quite the temper. And with your-,” he gestured towards the vampire. “…sense of humor, she may either like you or hate you.”

Aelfric chuckled at that. “Noted.”

Still processing, Stefan interjected as their brief topic came to a close. “If you knew who I was, why didn’t you say anything?” More of a demand than a question. He was growing tired of the vague and indirect answers, practically dancing around the subject.

Rolling his eyes, Klaus grunts out a response. “I’m a little busy, mate. Memory lane will have to wait a while.” The hybrid didn’t stop as he marched forward, a sister to wake up.

And then, Stefan stupidly grabbed Klaus arm, and forced him around to face him. Instinctually, Aelfric moved forward a step, ready to step in as it was suddenly tense. 

”What the hell is going on? Answer me.” The ripper was getting ballsy, Aelfric mused.

Klaus, initially surprised, gritted his teeth in response, staring him down. As calm as he could muster, grabbed Stefan’s arm and slowly pulled away. Patience taking quite the effort as his internal thoughts were jumping at him to rip the very arm off.

”Let’s just say we didn’t get off to a brilliant start. To be honest, I hated you.” And, as if given new life, harboring a growing hate once again.

To humor him for now, Klaus gave a brief history, enough to placate Stefan. Speaking of his sister and the different time long gone.

Stefan was in disbelief. “A sister? So, I know another original vampire.”

”If you can’t handle it, then don’t ask.” Klaus mocked, proceeding to walk away, approaching revealed coffins within the shadows. From Stefan’s perspective, it was a strange sight, a bit unsettling taking in the coffins filled with your dead family you keep safely tucked away.

With great big smile, Klaus opened one of the coffins, recognizing easily who’s it belonged. Aelfric wandered off again, eyes observing their surroundings. Stefan spotted the figure inside: a young woman in a white 20s flapper dress with a familiar dagger sticking out of her chest.

”I don’t recognize her.” He mentioned, puzzled why he still felt a part of himself feeling as if he should.

Klaus chuckled, “Don’t tell her that. Rebekah’s temper is worse than mine.” He yanks the dagger out. “Time to wake up, little sister.”

And so it begins.

Aelfric could tell that Damon Salvatore was soon to arrive in Chicago, if not already. Also, knowing how the older Salvatore was going to do something to piss of the hybrid. 

And he’s looking forward to the chaos. 

By now, they had returned to Gloria’s bar, after Klaus had taken Stefan back to an old hang-out of the ripper’s — memory lane and all that. He could sense someone was in the secret door, but played it off ignorantly as Klaus seemed to remain oblivious. Now wasn’t the time for a confrontation.

Upon stepping inside the bar, Gloria was already on them asking about Rebekah.

”She’ll be here.” Klaus eased, settling at the bar. “I can’t just conjure her on demand.” 

She walks away, as Klaus turned to Stefan. He gave him an annoyed look. “What’s with you? I thought Chicago was your playground.”

Although, he knew why he tried so hard to stay from embracing his inner-ripper. Klaus just wanted to test how far this ruse would continue, the lengths he’d push. A part of him reluctantly respected the loyalty to the girl he loved, something he already felt for Ravenna — only amplified by a soul-fated bond.

”So, this is why you asked me to be your wingman? Because you liked the way that I tortured innocent people?” Stefan accused, scoffing at the dynamic.

Klaus grinned viciously, “well, that’s certainly half of it.” Having seated himself, Stefan following example. Klaus made himself comfortable with the drinks in front of them, reaching over and taking what he wanted.

”What’s the other half?” 

“The other half, Stefan,” he pours himself another drink. “Is that you used to want to be my wingman.” And it had him curious how that would have played a factor into his wooing Ravenna in the 20’s, helping him look good to impress his little raven.

Honestly, probably for the best she wasn’t around the ripper, too dangerous. Especially with Mikael often following close in Chicago.

Stefan had a far off look, a bit disturbed but curious.

Klaus raised his glass, but says nothing as he downs the drink, eyes watching the vampire closely. 

“So, I’m confused,” Stefan began again after a beat. “If we were such great friends, then why do I only know you as the hybrid dick who sacrificed my girlfriend on an alter of fire, huh?” He looked straight into Klaus’ eyes as he said this, almost in a challenge. “Doesn’t sound like a friend thing to do.”

A smirk pulled at his lips, Klaus looked away for a moment, amused. “All good things must come to an end…” He meant it in this case, yet deep down Klaus knew he wouldn’t let that happen with his own fated — it was actually meant to be, after all.

But the thoughts resurfacing of that night, Mikael arriving with wooden bullets reminded him why he was here doing what he needed, all for the sake of protecting himself, his family, and now, their soul-fated.

And it wasn’t just Mikael, they have thousand years worth of enemies; he needs an army to level the playing field.

Back of his mind, he couldn’t shake those fears of betrayal and hurt from his own flesh and blood, so for now, he needed Stefan and, begrudgingly, Aelfric, to help him pull this off. Rebekah, Gods, he prayed she’d not be so difficult.

Perhaps, she could sway Stefan to their side, though he truly doubted it — his little doppelgänger is still alive, and he will hold onto that for as long as he could possible. Waste of effort, honestly. Just a thought, but not a necessity.

”You compelled me to forget.” Stefan brought up, breaking Klaus thoughts.

”It was time for Rebekah and I to move on.” He muttered, “better to have a clean slate.”

Or a new beginning, Klaus believed.

“But, why?” Stefan dug further, wanting to understand and find any kinks in Klaus armor to pressure. “You shouldn’t have to cover your tracks. Unless…” he observed Klaus reaction. “…you’re running from someone.”

The nerve. Klaus gave him a dead stare, “Story times over.” Otherwise, if he pushed any further, he may very well rip out his heart then and there.

As Klaus faced forward done with this discussion, Aelfric remained off to the side chatting with another vampire — one of his own factions’ — he spotted the familiar Damon Salvatore having entered the room, and kept to a casual talk as he could feel as Stefan looked his way as well before using an excuse of needing another drink.

Klaus reached over towards the bottle again, and poured more into his glass. Aelfric left his companion, who had run off to follow an order, “You know, he’s going to use this information against you, mate.” As if it were the most obvious.

The hybrid kept silent, not in the mood for talking. Rolling his eyes as he hardly cared, what good could Stefan do in this moment?

”Or his brother, who was just here.” Aelfric sighed.

Almost cringing away when he heard a deep guttural growl from the hybrid. 

“Apologies! I’m just saying, you should be more cautious with him, especially knowing, well, you know.” He defended.

Raging blue eyes looked to Aelfric. “My patience is growing thinner by the day with these Salvatore’s. Why bother letting either live at this point?”

To this, the vampire grinned. “Well, in case the doppelgänger needs protectors? Stefan is an old friend? They have their uses? Playing them for a while cause you need something?”

Klaus sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t you follow him, then?”

Aelfric smiled. “What a plan.” He gets up and moved to step away before looking back and speaking low enough just for Klaus. “I’ll keep you updated, Krampus.”

He glared at the taller vampires direction, but Aelfric continued. “By the way, you ever heard of the term: wolf birds?”

The Original Hybrid furrowed his brows, “Not particularly ringing any bells. Why?”

”You see, that’s something that makes me wonder about how fitting your soul-fated is of raven-natured and you, a wolf.” He explained casually, a thoughtful look on his bearded face. Brushing his long hair back, he continued. “Look into it, mate. You’ll find there’s so many parallels and symbolism here set by the fates, and that’s just your bond so far. Just found it fascinating is all. Wonder if there’s more to it…hm, well.” And then he spun in his place and walked away. “See you in a bit.”

Klaus watched as he disappeared around their corner, a befuddled expression plastered as he stored that information away to read into later. Was there more intent in his fated bond?

As the tall vampire turned the corner, he paused in his steps to look for any eyes on him, and when he was in the clear, sighed and muttered low beneath his breath.

“Invisique.”

And vanished from sight.

Minutes had gone by as Klaus sat there, sipping at his drink. Finding himself reflecting on all that’s occurred. More so, how long until he cold last before rushing back to Mystic Falls to ease the growing ache, and while it wasn’t completely excruciating, he didn’t like the feeling of being so far from her.

Initially, he had hoped that he could last just long enough to build the first wave of his hybrid army before meeting her properly; maybe even bring her with him to stay in the nearest hotels and lavish her with riches, experiences he’s fantasized for years.

It’s certainly not as he had expected, and he went through so many phases of the how’s and the when’s.

After his process of acceptance and fears, he obsessed over her — the idea of her — and he didn’t even know what she looked like yet. He did, however, feel as if a part of him knew her, yearned to meet her sooner. After Aurora, he never thought he’d have another chance to feel loved, nor deserving. 

The fates thought he did, however.

Constantly, he painted and drew raven’s and the night. He searched for her through witches and used vampires to do his work. 

As times, he could feel her through the bond vaguely; some emotions here and there, but nothing yet like the accounts shared of others experiences. The bond felt in-complete, perhaps due to their first meet being through the mind of his beast rather himself. Would it have mattered, though? He suspected that they’re a new exception and experience, unlike any other fated before — something he’s taken great pride.

While contemplating the bonds mysteries, he hadn’t noticed Damon Salvatore enter and sit beside him until he was right there. Now, there’s another he’d wouldn’t mind ripping out their throat with his teeth, yet he kept his cool as long as he could in Gloria’s place.

Klaus let out a drawn out sigh, rolling his eyes as the Salvatore entered his personal bubble. “I see they’ve opened the doors to the riffraff now.” He drawled out, mentally preparing himself.

Damon gave sarcastic smirk. “Oh, honey, I’ve been called worse.”

They laughed; one mocking the other tense in annoyance.

”You don’t give up, do you?” He played with the umbrella in his hand. Debating the creative uses to killing the vampire beside him.

”Give me my brother back,” the younger vampire started. “You’ll never have to see me again.”

Brows raised, eyes looking off in thought. “Well, I am torn, you see. I promised Stefan I wouldn’t let you die, but how many freebies did I really sign up for? And clearly, you want to die otherwise you wouldn’t be here, so…” He’s now considering the pros and cons of killing Stefan’s brother.

”What can I say, I’m a thrill seeker.” Damon spoke with sass, smirking cockily.

And with that, Klaus last bit of patience was gone. Swift as expected of an Original, Klaus had Damon gripped by the throat and lifted with his supernatural strength.

”Oh, dear. What was that?” Klaus spoke, feigning an attempt to hear what the older Salvatore gargled as he was chocked. The hybrid was enjoying this immediately. He was holding back torturing the younger brother, so he’ll have his fun harming the older for now. Fair is fair, after all. “I’m a little boozy. So, you’ll have to forgive me if I miss your heart the first few tries.” Klaus jested, as Damon chuckled in his struggle to breath.

The hybrid had the wooden umbrella toothpick aimed at his neck. Damon grunted in pain as Klaus stabbed him in the lower chest.

”No, that’s not it.” Klaus chuckled as he played this entertaining game, stabbing him again. Each stab was intentionally off target, earning more reactions he wanted. “Almost!”

Damon yet comments, attempting to entice the hybrid with his lame propositions. “You want a partner in crime? Forget Stefan. I’m so much more fun.” He manages out as he’s gasping for air. Klaus enjoyed seeing the color change, purple as the lack of oxygen was reaching his lungs.

Klaus tsks, tossing him across the bar and crashing into the tables and chairs. Swiftly, Klaus grabs a wooden leg one of the damaged chairs, and yanks it apart as a make-shift wooden stake. As he walked towards Damon prone on the floor, “You won’t be any fun after you’re dead.” He snarled, reminding himself that he was also in on the potential fuck up of his plans to make hybrids.

Twirling the stake in hand just at it caught fire. With a startled shout, he tossed it and turned to look at the witch at fault: Gloria.

“Really?” He asked.

”Not in my bar,” she shakes her head, anger shown as she was already done with the fighting. “You take it outside. Take example of your friend, he knows better than to fight in my bar.”

Klaus grumbled under his breath, not liking how he’s being lectured nor interrupted by his entertainment. He turned back to the Salvatore lying on the ground, attempting to get up. Klaus, in that moment truly debated whether he should take the vampire outside and, once and for all, end him. Sadly, he settled on holding off on his demise for now. Patience, he reminded himself.

”You don’t have to negotiate your bother’s freedom,” he smirked at the older Salvatore, instead. “When I’m done with him, he won’t wanna go back.”

Damon groans in pain as he rolls over, getting up as Klaus walks off now ignoring him. Now done with this place, he decides to leave and check in on Rebekah’s revival.

Arriving, he finds her coffin empty. This made him cautious. Knowing well how vindictive and vengeful the youngest of them could get if wronged, Klaus walked slowly with eyes scanning the room closely. Knowing what’s to come, he played along.

”Rebekah,” he called out calmly, if a bit exasperated. “It’s your big brother. Come out, come out, wherever you are.” He sang out, mildly mocking and impatient.

It didn’t take long for the only sister to make her appearance, dramatic as always.

And stabbing him in the gut, no less.

”Go to hell, Nik!” A tall blonde snarled at his, veins protruding in anger.

Grunting in the pinching pain of being stabbed, he slowly pulls out the dagger, tense expression as he looks down at her. He dropped the dagger to the side as Rebekah watched unimpressed.

”Don’t pout, you know it wouldn’t killed.” He spoke calmly.

”No, but I was hoping it would hurt more.” She turns to walk a bit aways.

He turned to the hybrid when he called his name, more memories resurfacing. "I remember you." And he wished he didn't. "We were...friends." he spoke lowly, not believing it all.

Klaus paused, observing the reaction and emotions flitting across the Salvatore's face. The hybrid was cautious as he interacted with the vampire. Rebekah noticed.

"We are friends..." the hybrid spoke tightly, a forced smile on his face, and all the while, Rebekah felt herself become a little tense at the differences here from the 20's. Time clearly has gone by, but whatever brotherly bonds her brother and old love shared — it was gone.

But Klaus could hardly believe that statement anymore, their friendship dead as he will soon be once his use ran out. First, he had something he needed to find.

Klaus turned to his sister, "Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original Witch."

The blond looked to him, "The Original Witch?" As if she couldn't believe him actually asking this.

"What do you have that Gloria needs?" He inquire impatiently, but voice low and serious.

Rebekah casually reaches up to her neck, only to find nothing. Concerned, it was gone. "Where's my necklace? What did you do with it?" she asked accusingly.

As the siblings argued and before he made his presence known, Aelfric observed the scene a while as his eyes narrowed in on the nervous Salvatore. Recalling previously outside with the reckless Doppelganger, Elena. He had yet to inform Klaus, wanting to make sure nothing would be made worse.

Things were about to get messier, regardless. The less control of the situation, the less likely the girl will survive this. Fortunately, they were closer to discovering the hybrid creating process — the Original Witch is being tight-lipped, but they have their ways to getting answers.

As the next day came, Klaus had since looked up the term Aelfric suggested he read up on: wolf birds.

The parallels and symbiotic relationship fascinated him, having grown up understanding that there has always been a unique relationship between wolves and ravens. However, it was a reminder to this day, since he discovered he had a soul-fated linked to ravens.

Aside from her name, the raven was a perfect symbol of her nature and aura — his tattoo was heavily inspired. 

The wolf hunts and consumes as the raven awaits, ever watchful and standing ready to warn of any danger. The raven acts as a second set of eyes for the worlds, peering through and seeing all. Often the raven and wolf lead to success together, something he absolutely looked forward to. The raven plays and teases the wolf, and testing the wolf in patience — he’s curious, but wary what that entailed. Together, they represent justice and inner wisdom.

In unison, the wolf and the raven bring you closer to victory — good fortune for him, he loves success. But the magic the raven holds is what really caught his attention, because some of the listed across the resources suggested the same as the Court.

As an introspective messenger, these creatures have a connection to spirits, magic, and healing; furthermore, and most curious if true with Ravenna, they are known to be shape-shifters, and capable of shifting the consciousness into ether and interdimensional realms.

He’s reminded of Munnin and Huggin a bit.

Raven Energy; a source of power one could call it. There’s constant change and spiritual awakening on journeys within your life — he expects an adventurous and lively immortal life with her at his side.

The wolf in these tales certainly speak of himself: a wild spirit, freedom, intuition, justice, and balance. As he would connect a majority of that to his hybrid status, including circumstance of his curse.

Learn and know his own inner strength to assert self without losing his identity. He could be quite social, and charismatic, and highly intelligent. He knew this without needing to read it. The wolf means balance between own needs and those of family, also without losing identity; which he certainly has down, in his very own opinion. And he is still loyal to his family, also in his own messed up ways.

Of course, this is all theories and potential truths.

And as he reflected on the parallels and all, he was stuck in a retail store as his baby sister shopped for modern clothes.

He was bored out of his mind.

“There has to be more to this dress,” the Mikaelson sister complained, forcing at the look and design. Appalling with how little there is and how much is showing.

The male vampires waited on the blonde as she tried on outfit after outfit, drinking and idle chatting to pass the time.

”There isn’t,” another glass of Champaign, wishing he were anywhere else. Literally. In fact, in his soul-fated’s bed, preferably nude — one day.

He couldn’t completely complain, however. He had spotted in passing a few dresses and shoes, having caught his eye, and ordered for them to be set aside. He knew they’d look lovely on the little raven, ensured he’d have these available for her in the future — soon enough. 

He had received questioning looks from his sister, a bit suspicious. Stefan remained uncaring and ignorant. Aelfric, however, sent him a not-so-subtle smug, knowing smirk. 

He really wanted to lash out and snap his neck.

Swearing that he heard the bastard mutter ‘stalker’ under his breath, which earned a heated glare from the hybrid. Rain was the obvious individual to have managed to slip in those details while his soul-fated was shopping.

Aelfric couldn’t help but imagine how pissed and uncomfortable the poor girl was gaining that information in person — following the woman into a retail store and secretly picking up the sizes. She only complained to him over the phone all day.

Of course, Klaus didn’t share the fact he also had jewelry purchased, tucked away for another day.

Watching the hybrid eye the lingerie store across the street, Aelfric couldn’t help himself any longer at his point. 

“You know, as her secret stalking sugar daddy, you should be aware of something we recently discovered: she’s looking into a place in New York to purchase, it seems quite important to her.” Then slid away as if he hadn’t just said a thing, leaving the hybrid blinking at that as he processed the new bit of information.

He was obviously filing that away, completely curious why New York — not that he was complaining — and forgetting the title he had just given him.

Flipping his phone out, Klaus sent out a quick text.

Aelfric was biting his lip to stop himself rom laughing out loud. His long hair shielding his face from view, just in case.

Rebekah had just sent them disturbed looks as she strutted back into the changing room, rolling her eyes and wondering what exactly secret stalking sugar daddy meant.

Unhappily, the blonde female stepped out of the room not long after, fitted in a little black thing. Lips pursed as she walked out with attitude, eying the men who seemed to rather be somewhere else.

Stefan looked up from his leaning posture, pausing attention suddenly — she noted. Klaus snapped out of his far off look and rolled his eyes at his sister. Aelfric, on the other hand, amused and silent as he sat with a leg over one arm of the sofa and sipped from his glass.

”So, women in the twenty-first century dress like prostitutes, then?” She inquired hotly, obvious disgust and judgement in her voice and expression.

Klaus smirked, brows raised in a ‘well, yes’ expression, happy at this fact of the modern world. Honestly, he would certainly not mind the many little things that Ravenna could wear literally anything and still look every bit of class. 

Unamused and bored, Stefan looked away as Rebekah went on, “You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers.”

”You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing.” Klaus sassed back with a grin, maybe the times weren’t so bad if he could watch his fated in little to nothing everyday.

”And this-what is this? Music? It sounds like a cable car accident.” Rebekah’s blue eyes looked around in mild-horror and confusion.

At this point, Klaus was ready to be done. He’d rather go back to Gloria’s to check in on the progress. Rolling his eyes with a sigh, he turned to Stefan who spoke.

”It’s dance music.” He spoke as if it were the most simplistic of things.

”People dance to this?” He nodded.

”Are we done?” Klaus asked impatiently.

“And why are you so grumpy?” The female Original asked in frustration.

”I needed one thing from you for my witch, to find out why my hybrids are dying, one thing.” Klaus eyed Aelfric who shrugged, a knowing glint in his eyes as he watched Stefan stiff as he stared outside the window. “Your necklace. And you lost it.”

They did need it, regardless. It would certainly help get a more direct answer instead of guess-work and wasting time. Plus, as he expressed to the hybrid, he would upset his fated, if he were to go straight at the doppelgänger; however, that was only for so long. Aelfric knew that Klaus patience was limited towards others, and running out fast.

“I didn’t lose it, it’s just been missing for ninety years.” She expressed, s it weren’t that important. Turning to Stefan, she posed for him, spinning this way and that. “So, what do you think?”

Nodding, he attempted to be genuine. “I like it.” Clear lie.

And Rebekah could sense it.

”What? I said I like it.” Stefan forced a smile, awkward and unsure.

”I can always tell when you’re lying Stefan.” She walked away, back to the dressing room. Stefan then turned to Klaus with a confused looked, the hybrid shook his head. This was going to be a long affair, and already reaching for the bottle. “Nice one, good work, Stefan.”

”You’re the one that pulled the dagger out of her.” He snarked, and she responded. “I heard that!” Klaus scoffs at them.

”Alright,” Stefan over to get up. “I’m gonna get some fresh air.” And he walks out the building, not fast enough. Klaus poured the rest of the bottle in his near full glass.

Leaning over, Aelfric inquires if he ever got to look into the ‘wolf birds’. “I found the part about adopting wolf pups fascinating, I wouldn’t be surprised if she does in the future. Especially, for any hybrids you sired. She may very well treat them as family. Even, the living werewolves. Tricky, tricky.”

Klaus was in deep thought. “And from what you’ve told me, there’s a young werewolf in town as well?” Aelfric nodded, a smile on his face. Klaus sighed, rubbing his face.

”She’s practically adopting the teens one-by-one, quite funny if you ask me.” Aelfric took a swig of his drink, hiding his smirk. "Maybe they're the hypothetical pups? Or actual werewolf pups? Hmm."

Klaus looked put off, annoyed but exasperated that his soul-fated is getting closer to all the souls in Mystic Falls he’s made enemies; either killed, intended to sacrifice, or attacked.

Not boding well for him.

”Ok, spill it.” Rebekah stepped in front of the two. “Something is off, you’re keeping secrets. Now tell me.”

Aelfric looked to the hybrid to see how he’ll approach this, they couldn’t keep it a secret and hide it much longer from Rebekah. She may ask at the wrong time, and Stefan would pick up on more.

Klaus glances at Aelfric, “Follow him. And stay out of sight. We’ll find a time to go over everything later.” At that Aelfric nodded, and proceeded to leave, finding an alley to cast his invisibility spell once more.

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Fists collided rapidly against a dark blue punching bag hanging from the ceiling of the local gym in Mystic Falls. It wasn’t fancy, but it worked – she needed to hit something. Now, it’s been an hour since having woken up rather early, restless and needing to burn off some steam as her mind kept her up. Eventually, she managed to find this little gym, happy to see there was a punching bag available.

Ravenna had always been an eager student, wanting to better herself and learn to think outside the box. Hence, going to the other groups for training or advice, such as, Bucky or Nat. Instinctually, she wanted to be more.

There has always been that deep urge within that wanted to just crawl out and unleash whatever it contained. It was difficult to put into words, she had always felt…off. Something dangerous just beneath the surface. But from the former Winter Soldier and Black Widow, she learnt how to discipline and control that part of herself. For the most part, anyways.

However, she couldn’t find herself ashamed by the tickling feeling of finding a fight.

Hair pulled up in a long ponytail, damp from the sweat of her intense routine. Hands wrapped sturdily, dressed in black workout leggings, and a grey graphics hoodie over her white tank top.

She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, bouncing back and forth in rhythm. Throwing punch after punch, kick after kick, combos she made and moves she was taught by Bucky.

She missed that training.

Elijah stood in deep thought as he observed Ravenna’s skill at boxing, and found himself impressed by what he saw. It brought forth a deep feeling of pride and arousal, and this urge to test her skills at hand-to-hand combat. Excitement filled him at the thought of training with her, as they watched her deliver precise and powerful punches. It had been an hour of her training, a few breaks here and there.

There were so many questions, imagining where she trained and grew up. What her childhood was like, and was she happy? Was she raised by a loving family? Where was her family? All his thoughts wandered, eager to know more about her.

Then his thoughts turned on him, as he forced a growl back at the thought of any lovers she may have had or if she currently has a lover. He felt possessive, and protective. She belonged to them, no other.

Working out helped Ravenna focus and center her mind and body, even allowing her to think clearer as music trinkled into her ears. Having reflected on the news of vampires existing, and in this very town, she found herself recalling rather vaguely information about vampires in her long studies in Kamar Taj. As did other universes. Yet she hadn’t thought much of it at the time. While she didn’t have an eidetic memory like Dr. Strange, she could eventually recall tidbits if the right moment sparked thought. It’s never been a surfacing problem til now.

Vampires existed in other universes, too, like her own.

It was strange to consider, she barely paid much attention to it since other creatures were far more prevalent and real to her. She felt naïve and foolish to have ignored it. But they are real, even in her original universe.

Stepping back, she holds the punching bag as she stared off into nothing in deep thought.

To her knowledge, they hadn’t come across any such creature, not like the adults in her childhood would mention it. They were formidable and dangerous foes, and she could understand Wong and Strange keeping her safe and far from them. Becoming the alternative vampire, from what she remembered, would’ve been costly and devastating for her.

She wondered what she’d become if she were to…transition. She was curious, but that wasn’t here nor there.

But these vampires? Were they much like the other species? How were they created? If she could remember reading, the first vampires she knew… Varnae, if she recalled. He was a powerful sorcerer from Atlantis who underwent some ritual conducted using... oh, sweet Vishanti...

The Darkhold...

Ravenna sucked in a deep breath, blinking from her stare in a bit of fear. If these vampires were created with a grimoire of great evil like the Darkhold, she’ll have to find it…she’ll need to…no…

Not again.

Ravenna glanced at her hands and fingers, as if seeing something not visibly there. She couldn’t be near it. Not after…

So focused in her thoughts, she barely noticed in the reflection of the window out of the corner of her eye a head of long brown curls on a familiar face. Pausing in her intense workout, Ravenna looked in the direction, eyes narrowed slightly with furrowed brows.

“Elena, that you?” she called out, stepping a bit forward. Stopping when she felt the shift in the air, a presence behind her.

“Behind you, hrahn!” She had heard her Finn distorted shout echo, stronger than it had been the last time.

Turning swiftly, she became tense when they disappeared before her. This was becoming more annoying than being nerve-wrecking.

However, she had noticed something – the undead aura; vampire. An unfamiliar one at that.

Then, it was gone.

“What is with this place and vampires?” she grunted out lowly, eyes searching for anything off. Guess that was her sign to finish and leave. She had some errands to do before the potluck, anyways. Caroline really wanted her to experience their towns lovely tradition.

By this point, the brothers were on edge with how uncomfortably close the vampire, Katerina Petrova, got near their fated. Why she stalked their fated this morning was concerning, and suspicious. Elijah, most of all, knew well that it wasn’t a good thing to have the doppelganger vampire’s attention on Ravenna.

And as he suspected, whatever softness he held for the female vampire had all vanished, left with only an indifference and unease.

The noble-known brother wondered why she bothered, unless she knew something; he wouldn’t put it past her to use this information to her advantage against Klaus. To which, he prayed that was not the case. She would target their fated, potentially harm her.

One of the first things he needed to correct – Katerina and her sudden sight on Ravenna. She’ll regret even the thought of using Ravenna.

“Elijah, once were out, do take care of your little former infatuation, would you? Because if you don’t, I will take great pleasure in tearing her inside out.” Kol chirped, his posture tense as he watched over their fated. Didn’t matter how entertaining he found her, escaping Klaus and causing the hybrid to chase her for centuries. He’s already making a list of names of concern.

“So,” Ravenna walks along the line-up of different chilis, dressed lightly this time in a white mid-thigh summer dress. She wore her usual black combat boots with her black hair loosely braided over her shoulder as a few strands framed her face; including, her signature odd assortment of enchanted rings, bracelets and necklaces – she’s always armed and ready. “I’ve never actually been to a potluck before. Dinners and parties, sure, but this is interesting. Curious of the different southern dishes we have here.”

"City girl, huh?" Her companion, Alaric, laughed ah he grabbed them both a drink, “Yeah, it’s been a while for me. It’s a yearly thing they do here, but then again they do have a lot of ‘yearly things’. Free food is always a plus.”

The dark-haired female laughed, eyeing the food as she sipped form her drink, “I’m not even sure of some of these, to be honest.”

Alaric eyed some of the chilis. “Yeah, me neither.”

Shapely lips pursed as she contemplated her options. “There’s a first for anything…right?”

Alaric stifled a chuckle. “You may regret that later, but, good news, the Gilbert’s is phenomenal. That’ll be my first pick.”

Ravenna smiled widely seeing Caroline's. "I trust Sunshine's. Seeing how she's a perfectionist to everything she does and will not accept 'decent', only the best." Alaric nodded with a smile.

“I’d avoid the Fell Chili, if I were you.” A voice spoke up as the figure approached from behind.

Sighing, Ravenna turned her head slowly to the side, noticing Ric was already facing the newcomer whose eyes were solely on her with that irritating smirk.

Eying him suspiciously, Ravenna prayed to whatever Gods available that this idiot doesn’t start anything publicly. For one, she wouldn’t hesitate to put him in his place, yet her concern lies with his unpredictability.

“Mm-mm! Well, what do we have here?” He drawled out, eyes roaming over her as he took her in with raised brows, showing his appreciation for what he saw before him. Much to her annoyance. Ric could be seen through her peripheral rolling his eyes.

“Hello, Mr. Salvatore,” she begrudgingly gave, earning a roll of eyes and a scoff from the man – no, vampire.

“Ra-ven-na,” he exaggerated her name with a purr. “Please, just Damon. Good to see you. And how’s the little town of Mystic Falls been treating you?”

He had stepped rather closely to her side, still angled to face Alaric who looked like he ate something sour. Despite standing too close to the woman’s comfort, she did her best to not outwardly show it. Her lavender eyes drifted to Ric momentarily again, seeing him look more tense and uncertain with Damon standing so close. She gave him a comforting smile to ease his worries, she wasn’t scared of the man, or vampire. Hardly feeling threatened.

When she returned her attention to the Salvatore vampire, she noticed him eyeing her rings and jewelry curiously if a bit suspiciously. Perhaps he figured he’d gain an answer there to any questions and mysteries.

”It’s been great.” She began, feeling herself at ease a bit even if she was forcing herself to act casual, yet alert around him. “I’m finding it quiet and relaxing. I miss that.”

”Right, right.” He hummed, looking at her with squinted eyes and he pointed a finger at her. “You’ve traveled often, say New York City. Right?”

Her brows raised, wondering when the girls told him any of that. Seems he’s more aware of her than she thought, even if just a speck.

”Yeah, city to city, sometimes country view.” She spoke vaguely. 

“And out of country, it seems.” He mumbled, eyes watching her like a hawk. “So, you’re sticking around for a while? Leaving anytime?”

”Why? Want me gone?” She chuckled lightly, narrowing her eyes at him in a subtle challenge.

“Oh no, no. Just curious is all.” His eyes were crawling over her form and stared deep into hers. Then there was a momentary switch, a deep thought as he observed her. “You know, something’s been on my mind for a while, since that birthday bash we threw for Elena.”

At that switch, Ravenna was rather confused, not knowing where this was going. “Wait, what? What about it?”

He studied her for a second, “Well, you see, something weird happened to all of my furniture in one of my rooms.”

She swore she heard some snickering and chuckles.

Ravenna did her best not to react, the memory suddenly resurfacing and clicking as she recalled. It took all her might to not allow her face to twitch with a smile. By the look in his eyes, he may very well believe she is the culprit.

Alaric, however, looked confused. “What happened to your furniture, Damon?”

Ravenna glanced at Ric before looking at Damon, brows furrowed and a look of her best confused. 

Damon stared at her, “someone stacked them.”

"Huh, that's rather strange." Ravenna raised a brow, continuing her acting. "Maybe it's a friend being funny, pulling a prank on you?"

Damon raised his brow suspiciously.

Alaric and Ravenna gave him matching befuddled looks, though the latter wasn’t as genuine. “What? Like tetris?” Ric inquired.

Damon rolled his eyes, huffing as he realized she wasn’t going to admit it if it was her. “Well, whoever did it, took some of my stuff.”

Alaric raised his brow, “Hmm, could’ve been any of the teens drinking that took it.”

Disappointed in the reaction from Ravenna, Damon gave them a blank look and left it alone for now, “Whatever. So,” he looks at Ravenna. “back to our lovely lady friend," Ravenna cringed with a scrunched look. "I must admit, you look rather delicious today, Ravenna. Almost...good enough to eat.” He smirked devilishly. Seems if he couldn't get the reaction from the one subject, he'll just go for another? Not creepy at all.

The way his eyes crawled over her figure gave her chills, disliking the way his eyes roamed. She wanted to gouge those blue eyes out of his skull.

Sneering, her eyes glinted dangerously, the deep violet darkening. “You mind not looking at me like some piece of meat to devour?” She snarked, now fully knowing that there’s a good chance he’s looking at her in two different reasons for one word: hunger. Attracted to her and hungry for her blood. And boy, would he have a rude awakening if he so much as tried take a bite.

"Honestly, Damon?" Ric muttered, looking at him in disbelief. Damon merely shrugged.

"What? I tell it how I see it, and if there's something I can appreciate, it's beautiful women." He took a swig of his drink.

"Ugh," Ravenna felt like barfing.

She eyes him warily, certain that she could take him down without the need of her magic. But she'd need to learn more about his species of vampire, firstly. And, for all she knew, there were even bizarre things that she hasn't heard about yet. It had concerned her that he'd attempt to feed from her, but she won't share that she knew how to fight, that would a lovely surprise. 

After a minute of Damon giving the look he didn't like, Ric sighed and steppe din. "Damon, back off."

Damon eyed the male human, before turning back to the female with them. He leaned in a bit closer. "You know, we're all aware of your—“ he paused for dramatics. “..little witchy secret.”

Witchy?  Sure, technically. Ravenna wondered, raising a dark shaped brow, “Do you now?” She eyed Ric sideways who avoided her eyes, hands on his hips. They don’t truly know that what they’re assuming isn’t entirely accurate, but she’ll let them figure it out on their own. As much as she likes Alaric, she doesn’t feel quite like giving up all her secrets. Especially with how buddy buddy he is with this prick.

”Yeah, and one way or another, we’ll find out why you’re here.” He begins, getting a bit serious at that point, ending with a great big sinister grin. “If you’re a threat to Elena, which I think you are, watch your back.”

Elena? Why would she be a threat to her specifically?

”What do you mean a threat to Elena? Why her specifically?” She inquired, that was a curious accusation.

Damon sneered at her, trying to read past her expression for deception. Internally, he's frustrated with how steady her heart remains. There was no lie in her confusion.

She rolled her eyes.

”I have no interest in hurting a teenager.” She snapped lowly. “My reason for being here has literally nothing to do with you or anyone else here.” She pulled back and eyed him with distaste. “I think your concern for someone so young is rather concerning, actually, strogoi.” She wanted to say more, really. But kept her mouth shut. 

Although, the strogoi made him tense, glaring harder. She figured it would be a safe assumption she knew what he was. 

“Alright, I think that’s the end of that.” Before the vampire could speak up, or worse react poorly, Ric stepped forward in Damon’s direction. “Damon. Enough. Leave her alone.”

At that, Damon finally looked back at the man.

”You know what, I’ll just go.” Ravenna spoke after a tense few seconds, not wanting to have Ric step in and possibly get hurt.

At that, Ric turned to her surprised and held a look of guilt and disappointment. “Venna…”

Ravenna smiled to the older man. “It’s alright, Ric.” She glanced at the vampire before she took a step back while the vampire reluctantly stayed. She didn’t want to cause anymore tensions here. “It was good to see you, Ric. But it’s clear I’m not wanted around currently.” She smiled at him, then looked at the other with a blank look. “Salvatore.”

Seeing their conversation ending, Damon merely smirked sarcastically. “Chavez.”

Walking by, she is greeted by a dressed down Liz Forbes. Immediately greeted warmly, and she gave the same energy. She genuinely grew to like the older woman, a sense of comfort looking at her. ”Liz! How’re you?”

Briefly seeing her meet with Liz, Alaric turned to Damon with a pinched, concerned and stern look. “Hey, enough. Ok? Leave her be, she hasn’t shown us anything concerning and keeps to herself.”

Damon looked at him with a look of disbelief. “Are you serious? Considering how things have been in the past with witches in particular, it’s a bit suspicious don’t you think? And the timing of him leaving, we’re trying to keep threats from coming in and possibly exposing that Elena is still alive. It’s probably best to just get rid of her. Better safe than a dead Elena.”

”You can’t just go around killing people who you think is out to get us without any proof. And, no, I don’t. While I do think her appearance is odd, I do not believe she has any ill-intent here. There’s no proof she’s connected to any of the Originals, so could you please tone it down?” Ric tried to make him hear reason, but the vampire has a habit of going off the deep end when pushed.

”She could be a threat to Elena.” Damon gritted, repeating himself as if that were the most clear and sound reasoning.

”No, I don’t believe that.” Ric was firm in his stance. Maybe he was wrong, but his gut was telling him Ravenna was just a lost soul who happened across a town actively visited by the supernatural. It's practically a hot spot, as if it drew in all sorts naturally.

Damon paused, squinting at him. ”That’s because you have a thing for her.”

Ric sighed, rubbing his face. “I don’t, but while we’re on the subject, take a beat with Elena too.”

With how tense and aggravated he was, this only made the vampire angrier. Just as Damon was about to snap back, Liz approached having said her good-bye with Ravenna just a moment before.

Ravenna had watched warily as she walked further away and found herself weave through the crowds to better conceal herself and still have visual. She felt an unease at the tense vibe she gathered from the idiotic vampire. Luckily, Damon left with Liz allowing Ravenna room to breathe. She was honestly considering staking the little shit the next time he confronts her. The last thing she needs is attention on herself like that, and it only pushes her closer to leaving instead of sticking around and waiting for any signs from the area she had arrived.

She had considered one spell. However, there was the risk. She had the magic that could alter his memories, but that is a huge task and a huge danger if it didn’t work. Too many unknowns.

It was curious. Ric seemed to know of her ‘magic’, even if their assumptions were only partially true. But she needed to watch her back with Damon, he was a loose canon eager to aim at her for some apparent reason. One she intends to figure out, which revolves around Elena for some reason.

Walking towards the refreshments, she grabbed a soda to sip from, just busying herself til she spots someone familiar. Standing to the side, she checked her phone to see she was getting a phone call from the realtor in New York.

Eagerly she stepped further away for some privacy, answering she greeted. “Hello, sir! Good, you? I-oh, what?” She stopped, stunned for a moment.

”Okay, yes. I-I can be there to meet you tomorrow—of course. Yes, definitely... Uh, thank you. Bye…” she hung up, face stunned in disbelief.

Kol stood beside her, rolling his eyes as they had listened. "Well, Nik certainly didn't wait long, and no money spared."

Elijah raised a brow at this. "Annoyed he did so before you?"

Kol sneered back.

Wide violet eyes stared at the blank screen to her phone for a few beats, stunned and utterly confused. Especially, conflicted. “Who the fuck paid for the ‘sanctum sanatorium' and gave it up anonymously? Make that make sense..." Rich people doing random acts of kindness? Nah...

Shrugging it off, she'll handle that lil unknown later. Swiftly, she made her way over to grab her own portions of Elena and Caroline's home made chilis, finding them absolutely delicious and tempted to go back for seconds already as she did a little happy dance and hummed a song for her happy taste buds. Experimentally, she dared herself to try a few others, and found them lacking in comparison. If a bit hard to chew and not cringe. Taking a deep drink of her remaining soda, she nearly choked as she heard an abrupt shout of her name not too far from her. 

"Raven! Oh my god, you made it! Hey, Raven, over here!" Stepping a bit more into view, she spotted Caroline standing tall waving her over where Elena and new arrival of Bonnie sat. Smiling easily, she exhaled a light amused chuckle, accepting she'll take this moment to socialize a bit with the girls before getting her buzz to ease her nerves.

“Hey, girls, how's it goin'? Enjoying yourselves?” She stepped forward, easing herself into conversation and sat beside Elena. She acknowledged Elena and Caroline particularly with a dazed happy sigh, a big lazy grin danced across her lips. “By the way, your chilis are absolutely delicious. Thank you for sharing, but please, please invite me next time you cook something like that. I am always up for some homemade family foods.” She ended that with a playful wink, amused by the dust of pink that touched Elena's cheeks.

Both girls smiled widely as Elena spoke first. “Thank you for trying, it’s a Gilbert old recipe. And I will keep that in mind next time. It's been kind of just fend for ourselves at the moment at home.” Ravenna noted the sadness in how Elena reflected, though short lived as she breathed in and smiled back.

”Old Forbes. SO glad you love it, I put all my heart and soul into making it!” Caroline bit her lip. “Who’s did you like the most?” She wiggled her brows. Ravenna laughed out loud at the competitive attitude. Elena rolled her eyes, smiling at her best friends eagerness to know.

”Oh, hard call! I’d say it’s a tie. Definitely the top winners, cause I did try a few others.” Ravenna’s nose scrunched. “Can’t say those were anywhere near yours.” the girls giggled at that.

”Did you bring anything?” Caroline smiled, the girls listening eagerly. Bonnie pitched in. “This I have to know, I’m hearing how amazing your last batch were. I have to try some myself.”

Ravenna chuckled at them, “yeah, I did. I actually baked a couple dozen of fresh fruit tarts, and alfajores.” The girls looked excited, “but, here.” With a careful eye of her surroundings, she subtlety moved her hands in a swirl, bringing forth little plates she had set aside in her fridge at home. “I saved some just for you, fresh fruit tarts with a alfajores treat.” She did so thrice, handing them summoned mini forks. The girls were in awe at the magic, seeing subtle violet swirls as she summoned them. As suspected, they knew and just leaning into acceptance smoothed put any nerves she had. Though, she could tell this wasn't a trick familiar to any of them, especially Bonnie.

"So we were right, you are as witch?" Elena inquired, fascinated by the magic displayed.

"Magic is my life, it'd be difficult to hide it for very long. I wasn't entirely certain how exposed to this world you girls were until recently, so I suppose this is me being more...open and trusting." She sighed with a slight small smile, eyes watching her hands summon a small subtle orb of shadows and deep violet mixed.

"I get it, it's a secret that could attract the wrong attention." Bonnie said. "I'm so new to this, and my magic, but yours is... different than I'd thought would exist."

Ravenna smiled, "There's a whole universe of so much undiscovered treasures, I'm sure you'll see what I've never witnessed. It's all so exciting and a lot, especially in the beginning." She gave a comforting and assured smile before taking in a deep breath. "For now, today we feast!" she laughed as she handed out the food. Eagerly, they took the small plates.

"Well, I know NOTHING about magic, well just a few things, but is it normal for magic to look so... well, magical? I didn't expect something so... visible to the eye, not with Bonnie or any other witchiness we've come across." Caroline spoke up, looking to both her best friends for acknowledging the obvious differences.

Ravenna smiled gently. “Right. It’s a magic specific to, well, me. For the most part.” She lowered her hand, fingers danced as she brought forward small wisps of shadow and subtle violet in the mix that took up shapes like birds, small enough to not bring attention. 

”What kind of magic is that?” Elena inquired.

Feeling herself internally conflicted on revealing too much, Ravenna settled for a bit of vague truths. “It’s part of the conjuration group. I can summon, or conjure, objects. Even people.”

”Fascinating. You'll have to show us more later! Less eyes, of course.” Caroline spoke, awed until she switched the subject. Bonnie nodded. She was the most interested, just bit unsure yet still curious. But before she could openly inquire, Caroline gasped lightly with a smile. “So, we’ve been having some dating talk about our love life troubles." The other two teen girls groaned, earning a shush from the tall blonde. "But, I’m so curious about your dating life, too. Tell us, has anyone caught your eye?” She grinned widely, delicately eating her desert. The sorceress narrowed her eyes a bit suspiciously, if playful, at the underlying hinting that should couldn't quite understand the meaning.

Bonnie and Elena groaned. Ravenna sat stunned at the forward inquiry of her personal love life. “Uh…”

Elena took pity on the older woman. “You don’t need to answer that, Raven. Caroline,” she gave the blonde a pursed looked. “Has a habit of being nosey.”

Caroline looked affronted. "What?! We're all curious about the mysterious, drop dead gorgeous stranger who has weird hocus pocus magic - no offense, Raven!" The older woman grinned back. "I want to know more!" She ended with a slight huff and a pout.

Shaking out of the stunned silence, she giggled nervously. “Oh, no, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect that.” She fiddled with her braid. “To answer Caroline’s question, currently no one. It’s not exactly a concern…”

The blonde huffed. “Boring. What about your love life before? Any spicy details?” She grinned mischievously. "Only if you want to share, of course!"

At that, Ravenna hesitated, cringing at the truths. “Uh, it’s…been a while.”

”A while?” She looked wide-eyed. “How long is a while?” 

”Care…” Elena sighed, Bonnie rolling her eyes at the typical gossip persona. “Don’t pry. It’s not our business.

Ravenna sighed, slumping a bit. “It’s fine, just a bit…embarrassing to share.”

”It’s ok, Raven.” Elena gave a pleading look to Caroline. 

“Sorry, Raven, I only ask out of the best interest of you.” She apologized, ignoring the looks the two friends gave her. “And because I’m so nosey, and curious. It’s my nature.”

Ravenna chuckled. “It’s ok.” She looked to each. “Five..”

”Weeks? ...Months?” Caroline encouraged, but seeing the pained look she looked wide-eyed. “Years?!”

Pursed lips, she nodded.

”Oh. My. God. You poor thing.” She looked so sympathetic, Ravenna rolled her eyes with a laughing huff. Even Elena and Bonnie looked a bit stunned, but not showing it's such a worrying thing that needs to be fixed. “We need to fix this! It’s a crime!” Unless you're Caroline Forbes, naturally.

Ravenna stared wide-eyed at the blonde. “I beg your pardon? It isn't that important, honestly, Caroline.”

”Listen,” she put her hand on her knee, “it happens. But getting laid doesn’t mean you need to date them.”

Ravenna raised her hand, “I don’t do one-night stands. I just… I can’t.” Not since the last time a few years back, nearly costing her own life while in her favorite laced undergarments.

Honestly, she was seriously looking forward to letting off some steam, she has needs like any normal healthy young female with an appetite for satisfying sexual pleasure - and boy, did she. Although, one thing's for certain, Ravenna was so not into 'let's gut the oblivious sorceress by seduction and daggers', even if a bit intrigued by the knife foreplay concept. Don't get her wrong, she's open to a lot of new ways to introduce in the bedroom foreplay, but actually dying a gruesome 'serial killer' death during intercourse was a new fear unlocked. She still enjoyed her true crimes though, surprisingly.

”And that’s fine, respectable.” Elena spoke up. 

Caroline looked at her with narrowed eyes. Fingers tapping on her own knee in thought. “What about one date, and test the waters? Maybe it’ll lead to something long term!”

Ravenna smiled at her, “It’s fine, Care. I am fine. I love sex, I do, but right now I can’t have any complications in my life. Not right now. Maybe in the future.” She placated. Nothing immediately could be further from her mind.

How had this conversation with teen girls about sex happen. This is weird. So weird. While she's had the talk with Mer before, it was rather to the point and short.

”Fine,” Caroline relented, pouting. She seemed quite passionate about this. “But, think about it. I mean, I just can’t imagine life without sex.”

She chuckled, “is that a vampire thing?” May as well let it out now.

The girls all stopped, looking at her with wide-eyes. Ravenna looked at them with a grin, rolling her eyes. “I was bound to figure it out. I have this…sixth sense about the nature of people. Most often I’m pretty spot on.”

They seemed unsure. “Look, it’s ok. I’m fine with it. It’s interesting, cause I’ve never met a vampire before, so it’s enlightening.”

Caroline hesitated. “So, you’re ok with me being, well, a vampire? Dead? Or undead? Aren’t witches supposed to hate them?” Bonnie cringed, a guilty looked flashed across her face. Caroline mouthed a 'sorry' towards her friend.

Ravenna stared at her in surprise. “I’m not like most witches - no offense, Bonnie." Bonnie smiled easily, nodded in acknowledgment it was fine. "-and I have no problem with you being a vampire. You’re a person to me, Caroline, no matter the species you’ve switched. It’s cool. I've never met a vampire before, so it's just rather new for me. I'm open-minded.” Caroline smiled with relief, her light even brighter at hearing someone easily accept her as she now exists.

"Well, I've got to say that that is a bloody relief! A good sign to her accepting us and the fated bonds." Kol grinned. The elder two brothers nodded and hummed in agreement, but the youngest could see the relief and pleased looks cross their usual straight faces. "Figured Finn would be the most concerned over his 'abominable existence'." grinning more at the dark glare the eldest sent him before turning to Elijah.

Yet, before he could speak, the middle brother gripped him from the back of his neck, pushing him down a bit more to his own eye level with a stern glare and tense posture. " Enough, Kol."

The youngest raised both hands in mock surrender.

Elena smiled at her blonde friend, holding her hand in support as Bonnie looked at her, too.

Biting her lip, Bonnie hummed. “Maybe she can help?” She looked to Elena, eyes glancing at the necklace and her family’s book.

Not noticing the items, violet eyes bounced between each girl, confused. “What do you need help with?”

Elena sighed, gesturing to the book Bonnie once again pulled out, and the necklace. Ravenna looked on curiously, and enthralled.

A grimoire. 

She looked at Bonnie in fascination, smiling genuinely. “Your grimoire. That’s a special book to have in your possession, and an old one at that. You definitely come from old blood, I can feel it in the book itself. You’re impressive, Miss Bennett.”

Bonnie flushed a bit, smiling bashfully. “Thank you. You have one?”

Ravenna pondered, “I do, several in fact. One I made, some given, some I found. I don’t have them on me at this moment. They’re safely tucked away unless I need them.”

Well, partially true. She can summon them anytime, and she'd rather keep them far and hidden for now. But the subjects also weren't just witchcraft.

Bonnie placed the necklace in her book, she explained some things as she looked through her book, until the necklace began to levitate.

Leaning forward in concern, she put her arm in front of Elena in a way to shield her. She could sense something, feel the magic being used, but what sort of magic?

Lavender eyes narrowed in contemplation, “It feels like someone is using a scrying spell, I can...feel eyes on the necklace. Huh, they’re looking through the necklace.” She muttered to them, which made Caroline antsy as Elena sucked in a breath. The older woman could vaguely see a face in her mind, connecting to the spell. With her own shrouded protection, it would be difficult to see through clearly. She hadn't extended that same protection to them, not thinking it'd be necessary.

“How can you tell?” The brunette beside her spoke, staring at the necklace.

Ravenna watched, and with a wave of her hand she brought it forward, closer to her as she performed some smooth practiced gestures, and blocked the scry as the necklace suddenly dropped into her hand - briefly feeling a weird zapping sensation that eased into a cooled gust of magic unseen that spread in all directions. She had no idea what that had done, but she didn't show any sign of it occurring nor the internal concern it gave her. It was powerful, the magic emanating from the necklace itself. How could she have missed that? Regardless, it wasn't a threat to these girls now.

”I have experience with it. Used it before, and had someone scry on me before. Don’t like it.” She pinched her lips.

"It burnt me before." Elena cringed as she looked upon it. Ravenna hummed lowly, "the magic, yeah. It was so focused on the item, it emanated a heat." Or, someone wished to harm her, but that didn't feel like the immediate threat... yet, there was something else...

Looking to Bonnie, she came up with an idea. “I temporarily blocked any immediate scrying spells, so it should be fine for now.” She looked to Elena, “Where did you get this?”

Elena paused, “My…Stefan. He was my boyfriend…” Caroline and Bonnie looked at her sadly. Elena’s sad brown eyes looked to Ravenna. “I trust you. It’s hard to explain, but I feel like I can trust you. I shouldn’t because i hardly know you, but…” she looked to Bonnie. “What do you think?”

Bonnie looked to Caroline and Elena, both of which felt comfortable enough to be somewhat open. Ravenna gave a light smile.

"Here," the older woman sat back as she summoned a small box. She looked to the girls. “This is made of lead along with some powerful runes and enchantments. It’s very good at keeping powerful magical objects hidden from prying eyes. You can’t sense through it. So, til you figure out what to do with this, or research into it, keep this with you. Store it in there as you need.”

”Like how Superman can see through lead?” Caroline spoke in realization. Ravenna looked confused before recognizing the name. 

“Right, yeah, the superhero.” It’s so fascinating how the fictional superhero universe is so alike to her own reality. “Essentially, but this is built a bit more in favor of mystic use.”

She handed the box to Bonnie, offering the girl to take hold of it. Accepting the box, she observed the intricacies and magic she felt from it. With lingering hesitation, and placing full trust in this woman, Bonnie placed the necklace in the small box and shut it, immediately it locked itself in a complex locking mechanism. It was unlike anything they’ve seen before.

"Last thing we need is someone spying on anyone of you like creepers with ill-intent," She turned to face Elena with a curious raised brow. "-especially you, as I understand from Damon’s implications.” She had looked to Elena who looked back confused.

”Wh-what do you mean? Did Damon say something to you?”

Ravenna sighed, “Yeah, I was with Ric,” she rolled her eyes at Caroline’s grin. “And he accused me of being a threat to you. What’s that about? Why you, specifically?” She openly pondered. “Either way, I’m not going to hurt anyone, unless someone comes at me. Then, yeah, of course I’ll defend myself.”

“I am so sorry. It’s complicated…” Elena hesitated.

Ravenna shook her head. “It’s ok, I don’t need to know. But just being transparent here. Just…be careful. If you’re in trouble, I can do what I can to help, but stay out of trouble? Will you?” She grinned teasingly. 

Elena smiled in relief.

”Besides, it’s just between Damon and myself. Nothing to worry yourself over, I’m sure it’ll pass over.” She sighed, “on that note, I need a strong drink. You girls stay out of trouble, though it seems you’re magnets for it.” She chuckled the girls smiled.

Standing up, she brushed off the back of her skirt. “I will see you later." With that she left and made her way to the Lockwood manner. Knowing her luck she was bound to run into someone and end up in more conversations.

Chicago

During the time Stefan was away, Klaus filled Rebekah in on what has happened, which left the blonde angered and incredibly jealous of the Doppelgänger.

”So, you expected me to keep quiet and pretend to know nothing?” Rebekah spoke in disbelief, she’d rather confront him now. “Who the bloody hell are you and what have you done with my brother?”

Klaus rolled his eyes. “Yes, sister, that is exactly what I expect. Besides,” he paused, looking into her blue eyes with hesitation, and Rebekah noticed.

”Besides, what?” She encouraged, eyeing him with suspicion. “You kept a certain detail out…

Klaus stood before her, hands to his hips and paced as he breathed in deeply. One hand brushed through his hair, as he decided on how to explain. Spinning on his heels, he turned to his sister, hands clapped once as he held them there briefly before he gestured widely with a huge grin.

”I found her.” He spoke simply, voice holding a subtle shake.

Rebekah just looked at him, one brow arched. “Okay? Found who? I already know you found your dopplega—“

Klaus grin fell into annoyance. “HER, Rebakah. Our fated. The woman who was promised to us centuries ago.”

Rebekah stilled, blue eyes staring back at him in utter disbelief. “She’s here?!” She looked around briefly, searching for any signs of life. When she had learned of her brothers being bonded to their soul fated, she was ecstatic to be done with the doppelgänger, but learning they all shared a fated, she was skeptical. But, it was better than the pathetic duplicates.

”Well, no. Not here here. But, I’ve seen her, Bekah. I know what she looks like, where she lives.” Klaus huge grin almost seemed so out of character, but it reminded her of times when they were human, even before the first time everything fell apart with Aurora. So much more human. It startled her at that comparison. There was a boyish expression from the infatuation he seemed to project. It had her ruinous about this soul-fated, and the power of such a thing. “She’s beautiful, Bekah. Beyond anything i could put into words, so otherworldly.”

Yes, something was definitely loose in he brothers head. Gods, will this be the same for the others, she could just die at the thought. He was sounding more smitten and sappy.

she was shocked to say the least, it’s been so long she practically had forgotten about her brothers sharing a soul-fated, plus…she balanced towards the coffins. “And why are our brothers still daggered?! Finn doesn’t even know!”

Klaus hesitated. “You know why, not yet. Not until we have resolved this issue with my hybrids. And he is dealt with.”

Rebekah scoffed, crossing her arms. “They have every right to know about her now, and meeting her. You’re being selfish. They can help with him. Especially with her being in danger of him finding her. He will find her, Nik.”

”I know,” Klaus spoke softly, hands settled on her shoulders. “And they will, but for now, it’s safer this way.”

She disagreed, “Kill the doppelgänger, then! Easy as that!” The blonde glared at him. “Whatever. So, what was it like meeting her? At least, tell me the details! I wish to know who my future sister-in-law is like!”

At that, Klaus stilled, but the idea of her marrying him excited him in ways he never thought he’d feel. It was an alluring and exciting thought.

”Wait,” Rebekah glared. “You’ve met her, right?”

”In a way, yes.” He avoided answering, no eye contact.

Rebekah looked appalled. “You either have or haven’t, Nik.”

Klaus grew impatient and mildly ashamed. “I ran into her during…my first night as a wolf. After breaking my curse.”

At that, Rebekah stared at him in fear and disbelief. “Tell me you didn’t maul the poor thing!”

Klaus looked at her as if what she had said literally wounded him. “I did no such thing! I would never! In fact, my…wolf was rather…” he hesitated, ashamed. “...submissive….”

”Submissive?!” Rebekah laughed. “I’m still stunned at the fact you left her, Nik. We are going to her soon, right?”

Klaus looked to her, “in due time.”

Rebekah huffed, “well, I want to meet her! The woman all of my brothers are bonded to through fate. I need to be sure she’s nothing like them — Tatia, Katerina, and you know how doppelgängers are! Women with those faces are only awful to our family!”

”She’s not a doppelgänger, nothing like them.” Thank gods for that. If his soul-fated was a doppelgänger, it’d be the end of him. “Besides, she’s different in so many ways. You’ll learn this. Ravenna is unlike any person on this planet. So far, she mostly keeps to herself, always kind, intelligent, inquisitive, independent-.”

”Complete opposite to you, then.” Rebekah hummed. “You’re afraid of scaring her. Honestly, I’m surprised you had the restraint to leave her. Alone. And vulnerable. Well, lets hope you can learn some manners form her.”

Klaus scoffs. “To be frank, I’m not even sure she can be ‘vulnerable’ like that. She’s quite gifted.”

”Gifted? What do you mean? She has magic? I already knew this. She’s a witch, isn't she? Whatever those witches over the centuries told you — I was there for a lot of those readings.” She looked deep in thought. “Shouldn’t we be concerned for the witches opposed to her existing?”

Klaus smirked, but it leaned more into a genuine smile. “Just wait. You’ll see what i mean, sister. And for the witches, I’m not too worried.”

The blonde sister sat on her coffin. “Well, what’s her name? Surely, you’ve gotten that at the very least?”

”Yes,” Klaus smiled almost giddy, “Ravenna. Ravenna Chavez, my sources shared. But I believe the last name is not her real one. There is no deep record of her existing that you would expect. Although, vague information has been gathered. It's rather strange...I feel she is in hiding, possibly.” Narrowed blue eyes looked off in the distance in thought, wondering.

”A lovely name.” She took in the information. “But what do you mean?”

“Well, I wanted to know everything about her, as is my right.” His sister rolled her eyes. “Yet, there’s no evidence of her existing. Could be she changed her name, perhaps to hide? I can’t quite tell, but the Court seems to be tight lipped about it. They know something, and Aelfric,” at the vampires name, he sneered. “Just smiles at me as if he knows something that I do not. It’s irritating.”

”Then compel him?” She offered.

Klaus rolled his eyes. “Can’t, he is incapable of being compelled by even an original.”

Then she considered. “Maybe she is running, as you said. Hiding. Something we’re familiar with. Wouldn’t that be fitting? Can be nomads together. You can simply slay all of her enemies, dare them to face your wrath.” She snarked.

Her brother rolled his eyes, and before he could respond, his phone went off. Answering, he listened before ending the call. “Well, we will continue this later, for now we have somewhere to be. Shall we?”