Fate

Chapter One - Decades Later

Almost two decades have passed since Caroline Forbes set foot in Mystic Falls Virginia. Even more time has passed since she's seen the inside of the place she and her mother once called home. Over the last 20 years many places have been called home to her carefree spirit; Rome, Paris, Tokyo, and many more exotic places. Her feet finally settling to a halt in Tel Aviv Israel some 12 years ago, after she and Stefan parted ways her connections were cut with what little friends and family she had left in her small hometown. Bonnie wrote an email occasionally when she wasn't busy with her two kids, teaching job, and a doting husband. Damon hadn't said two words to her since the split with Stefan, and since Elena was the only other person tying him to her he didn't see the need to get involved now. Alaric retreated to the woods to fish, drink, and mourn the loss of his wife and babies after their disastrous wedding. Which left Caroline alone to her devices, free to wander the world as she pleases - or stay where she wants.

That's exactly what she did 12 years ago when her flight delayed in Tel Aviv, and instead of getting back on the plane a few hours later she remained in Israel touring the cities and enjoying the culture. It must've grown on her quickly because she never left - except for when Bonnie got married of course. The supernatural community there surprised her like nothing she'd ever known before. Walking the streets in midday she spotted dozens of vampires, witches, and a few beings she'd never heard of.

A few years went by as Caroline lived a quiet life under the calculating rule of Cyrus the vampire king of the city. But everyone's reign comes to an end someday, and that included Cyrus. When he murdered Caroline's friend for attempting to take out half of the vampire lackies loyal to Cyrus, the blonde baby vampire knew she had to do something to stop him. Which is exactly what happened, and somehow Caroline Forbes - small town girl, baby vampire - turned into the Queen of the supernatural community in Tel Aviv. She isn't little Caroline anymore, and the world wasn't ready for the queen in her to rise...

"Rise and shine queenie," the cheerful voice of Ethan. A young vampire who'd become quite close to the blonde over the years. Every morning his routine was relatively the same. He entered Caroline's room at 7:00 am sharp to fling open her curtains and hand her a warm mug of blood and go over what business was being attended to that day. Today was like every other day. She still groaned as the light hit her face causing her eyes to crack open slowly, and her mind awakened at the smell of her blood filled mug being set down beside her bed.

"Ethan, do you think just one day we could start the day at maybe 10? Then everyone around here could get more sleep." Caroline's voice is filled with amusement as she looks up at him while taking a sip from her cup.

"If we did that I'm afraid you would miss the wonderful welcome home to all of our nightwalkers." He pulls the covers back on her bed motioning for the blonde to get up, "let's go Care bear. No time like the present to get moving."

"You're way too cheerful in the mornings," she mutters under her breath as she retreats to her closet in search of clothes for the day.

Caroline Forbes was never a diplomat, but calculating what's in her communities best interest is something she's become accustomed to over the last decade. Today is no different as she sits at the long conference table with each faction leader seated in a fancy chair - all of them yelling over each other. As their voices rise higher her blue-green eyes dart around the room. She looks to Ethan who gives her a thumbs up of support from the corner, and then to the various creatures seated before her. The wolves alpha, the witches regent, the elder of the gypsies, and the most well rounded vampire she could find to lead that faction.

"Enough!" Her voice booms off the walls of the room causing everyone to turn to her. Their arguments halt as the queen they know her to be stands to her feet, glaring at each member of the table. "The witches will proceed with their festivities, and we will ensure the wolves stay out of the inner city as well as keeping the vampires away from your community those two days. As far as the wolves feelings unsafe in the city, all I can say towards that is it's only a feeling. Until someone or something acts on whatever is causing the uneasiness there's nothing we can do."

A short rise of protest from a few at the table is cut off as Caroline raises her hand silencing them all. "That is my final decision, you can either deal with it and co-exist like we've all done for the last decade. Or you can face my wrath, and I assure you do not want to tempt my fury." In an instant the queen of the city leaves the room, all that remains in the room are the stunned faces of the faction leaders as they look to each other. Daring one of them to test Caroline Forbes.

Her frustration had gained the better of her and she releases a harsh groan slumping against the wall near her private office quarters. Queen she may be, but Caroline Forbes was just as susceptible to the highs and lows of irritation. The faction leaders had recently grown restless with the chaos erupting in the Middle East from the several political parties and terror groups on the rise. Many worried for their families sake whilst others were only concerned for their loss of power if tensions rose any higher.

Slouching into her comfy desk chair, the blonde closes her eyes for a few brief moments attempting to relax - but failing miserably. "Guess desperate times call for desperate measures," she states as she opens the bottom desk drawer that houses a lone bottle of bourbon she'd stolen from the Salvatore home just before departing from Mystic Falls for the last time.

"You're bringing out the bourbon? Must've really been a rough day...and it's only one o'clock." Ethan walks into the office quickly and quietly shutting the door behind him and locking it with no effort. "You're going to want to take that as a shot right about now Cara." Her brows scrunch in confusion, but he quickly pulls out a small wrapped gift box from his stack of inventory. "This was just delivered to the front gate with your name on it."

Sighing, she takes the box from Ethan. "No 'return to sender' card on it?" Caroline examines the box and quickly gulps down her glass of bourbon. Gently pulling at the ribbon encasing the small box, she opens it to find a single finger. "Ethan, I'm going to need you to find out which one of our day walkers hasn't checked in."

"Why? Is there another heart in the box?"

"No a finger this time, but it's one with a daylight ring attached to it. This guy is killing members of the vampire faction, but how long before his interest switches to the other factions? The humans? They're innocents."

"So are you Caroline, this creep has been delivering strange gifts for almost 2 years now. What could you have possibly done to earn this from someone?"

A pregnant pause takes over the room as Caroline stares down at the single finger in the box. Wondering who she would discover as the missing vampire. "Do you think he knows? Maybe this is why...I just wish we knew what the freak wants. Then possibly someway we could put a stop to this."

"No one knows about that. We made sure every living supernatural that knew of what you could do was either compelled, killed, or sent away to live somewhere with no cell reception." Ethan places a soft hand on her shoulder as he too stares into the box contemplating telling her the other news he had. Finally he sighs, "there's more."

Her wide eyes meet his with curiosity and discontempt. Needing but not wanting to know more. "What else could possibly ruin my day?"

The vampire slowly removes a card from his coat pocket and places it on her desk. "This was delivered last week, and I know I shouldn't have kept it from you for this long. It's just you were so sad for so long and I didn't know how to tell you this with everything going on."

"Could you please leave the office for a bit. I need a moment alone Ethan." His words stops as her soft voice enters the room, barely above a whisper as her eyes continue to burn into the card placed neatly between her fingers. Nodding his head, Ethan steps out the side door of the office making sure the blonde wasn't disturbed in this moment.

The card held gently, yet firm, in her hands was sent from Mystic Falls by Tyler Lockwood. "You are cordially invited to the wedding of Rebekah Mikaelson and Stefan Salvatore," she scoffs setting the invitation on her desk letting the emotions hit her in waves. No way was she ever stepping foot into Stefan Salvatore's life again.

The warm breeze of New Orleans blew through the curtains of the small balcony in the Compound. Rebekah Mikaelson lay beside her soon to be husband, Stefan Salvatore. Exhaling quietly she rolls to her side taking the moment of serenity to go over the days details of preparation. "It's early Rebekah, go back to sleep." Stefan mumbles as he readjusts in the bed to maintain maximum comfort.

"Our wedding is 2 weeks away Stefan, how can I go back to sleep when we have so much to do?" Propping herself up on her elbow, she stares down her fiance with determination. "What if we got up now, did some wedding planning. Like you taking the groomsmen out to be fitted for their suits?"

"Is this your way of forcing Klaus and I to bond? Because I highly doubt that will ever happen," Stefan pauses leaning over to place a hand on her cheek. "I could be persuaded though if our morning routine included a nice hot shower."

Rebekah smiles at him sitting up with the sheet wrapped around her body, "well your wish is my command Mr. Salvatore." The two proceed to move lazily around their room for half the morning, enjoying each other's presence as long as possible.

Downstairs at the breakfast table Hope Mikaelson groans as she shoves her headphones further into her ears. "Aunt Rebekah does realize that most of us can hear them right?"

"Sweetheart your aunt has been around this family for a thousand years, she certainly knows we can hear her. She just doesn't care too much anymore if we hear or don't." Klaus states as he walks into the kitchen places a soft peck on his daughter's head before sitting down beside Elijah who merely nods in acknowledgment.

"I'd very much like to not hear anything right now, could I move rooms to the opposite side of the house please," Kol flops down into a chair beside Hope proceeding to steal her bowl of cereal and dig in. "Why do you not put sugar in these little one?"

"Well for one if you move to the opposite side of the house, you and Davina will be just as loud just closer to me." Hope smirks as she takes her bowl of cereal back from her uncle with a delighted look in her eyes. "Secondly, sugar in cheerios doesn't taste as good when they've already got honey to them. And third I think our wedding gift to Rebekah should be a lot of sage to burn in their room."

"Or perhaps a new home on the other side of the Quarter?" Kol chuckles as his little sister's voice is heard from upstairs claiming she heard every word of what they're discussing.

The room is light and filled with laughter in the morning as the entire Mikaelson family gathers around the breakfast table. "This is nice," Hope says looking around at all of her uncles and aunts. "It's been a while since we've had all of us together here, and I know some of you will take off after the wedding but it's still nice having you all here."

Rebekah takes her nieces hand and gives it a light squeeze. "I'm sure in a thousand years you will understand too why all of us living under the same roof for extended periods of time can be quite insufferable."

"To my intolerable, annoyingly ever-present siblings." Kol raises a glass of orange juice in a mock toast as everyone else follows suit.

"To always and forever," Klaus adds as everyone nods in agreement taking sips of their various morning drinks.

A few hours later the wedding preparations for the day were in full swing. Rebekah had taken her niece and sister captive to go over music selections, catering options, and seating charts. While Stefan was forced to go try on suits with the Mikaelson brothers. As the four men stand around in the shop being waited on and brought champagne, a familiar face walks in.

"Tyler Lockwood," the original hybrid's voice sounds first bringing everyone's attention to the werewolf standing at the door.

Stefan immediately jumps into action before a fight broke out in the middle of the store, "I invited him to the wedding so let's all play nice shall we?"

"I went to look for you guys at your place, but Rebekah said I could find you here instead. I figured this was better than arranging seating charts based on status and likeability." Tyler nods awkwardly as he shoves his hands in his pockets. "Look I'm just gonna clear the air here because I'll be around for 2 weeks, we might as well get along. I have no intentions or ulterior motives of harming you or your family as long as you have no plans of doing the same to me."

The werewolf extends his hand to Klaus to shake it and slowly but surely the pair join hands. A sigh of relief comes from Stefan and surprisingly Elijah as well as the tension is released from the room. "Well then, let's try on some suits so my future wife doesn't scream at me for not getting anything done today."

After half an hour Stefan, Tyler, and Kol had found their suits and they were tailored to perfection. The three men now sat on the couch watching Klaus delay trying on anything and Elijah nitpicking every detail of the suits he tried on. "My socks have better quality than this jacket, I asked for the finest suit you have not the best thing a grocery store could sell." Chuckles are heard from the men as Elijah shoo's off the tailor helping them out in search for something that would meet Elijah Mikaelson's standards.

"Now that the dust is settled Stefan, there's something I should probably tell you." Silence comes from the chatting Mikaelson brothers as their attention focuses on the conversation about to take place. "Remember when you extended the whole 'plus one' thing to Damon and I since we wouldn't have anyone to really go with?"

Stefan's brows scrunch together in confusion as he looks to Tyler, "who did Damon invite? Please tell me some trashy Krystal with a 'K' isn't going to show up to my wedding."

"No, no, no! Damon is actually coming with Alaric from what he told me last. This is about my plus one, and I just didn't want you to be shocked on your wedding day by it." The room hangs in a bated breath waiting for Tyler to gather the nerve to announce her name to the two men in the room who shared a profound connection to her. "I invited Caroline."

Moments pass as the room stands in total silence. A pin could be heard dropping the quiet was so encompassing. "You did what?" Stefan asks looking from Tyler to Klaus who merely stood with as blank an expression as possible. "How did you even know where to send the invitation? No one has seen or heard from Caroline in almost a decade," Stefan ponders over the idea of seeing his once lover/best friend again after all this time has passed. Seeing her at his wedding made the event seem more dramatic than it could have been if they'd merely crossed paths years later.

"I don't know if she'll even come since typically she has a lot on her plate." Tyler sighs before continuing with his explanation, not knowing whether he was explaining this for Stefan or Klaus. "Caroline have kept in touch over the years, she asked me to not tell anyone that I had ways to talk to her. It's been 12 years almost and she still hasn't said a word about where she even lives. Everytime we talk she's very careful about what I can hear in the background…"

"Is there any way that you could talk to her before the wedding? Find out if she's getting on a plane to come here, or even if she's doing alright." Klaus speaks up for the first time since her name had been mentioned. His mind is flooding with so many memories and emotions he doesn't know how to keep up. Recalling the last time he'd seen her in the woods all those years ago, the time they'd spent together that'd caused him to draw the scene from memory in his sleepless nights.

Tyler runs his fingers through his slightly longer hair and looks up at the vampires around him, "I might be able to, we just spoke a few days ago so if I called now she might be suspicious of something. She must've gotten my invite by now...I sent it out almost a month ago."

"And you're just now mentioning this?" Kol states as he chuckles looking to his brother spotting the inner turmoil from a mile away. "Maybe now Nik can get the stick out of his arse when the pretty blonde comes to town."

"No, no way. Caroline has been through enough the past decade, she doesn't need to get involved in the Mikaelson food chain." Tyler's defense of the blonde vampire raises the curiosity of the rest of the men, but surprisingly they don't question him further. Now part of him just had to hope she didn't show up to get involved in Mikaelson business again.

Caroline had spent the last half hour walking the streets of the Tel Aviv market. She passed many sights, smells, and sounds but none of them registered. Her thoughts focused on one singular problem - to go or not to go to Stefan's wedding. Wandering the streets did nothing for her swarming questions though. Every corner she turns seeing a couple in love huddled up exploring the scenery of the marketplace.

Finally after the sun had begun to fade from the sky, Caroline finds herself standing back at the gates to the estate. She looks up at the small castle-like features. The light clay toned bricks showing the age of the building, but it still held the character to match any modern skyscraper in the area. The gates slowly open allowing the blonde vampire to enter the private grounds that belonged to the vampires of the community.

What no one knew about the city or the old castle sitting on the outskirts of the historic section, is that the nightwalkers had extensive tunnels to roam through. Tunnels that ran throughout the city to different places and locations, and no one would know the difference. Caroline knew of course, she knew every nightwalker that stepped into and out of the tunnels, and no one got past her security when it came to the secret passageways.

She walks into the main hallway peering up at the high ceilings with old chandeliers hanging from them. The queen can almost remember the day she walked through these very doors for the first time, looking at the building in wonder not knowing 5 years later it would become her own home. Her own castle to rule from, 'if only mom could see me now;' she thinks to herself picturing Liz Forbes patting the younger Forbes on the back for the good she's done for the people of the city.

"Caroline, there's a phone call for you." Ethan comes skidding to a halt in front of the blonde who seemed to be in a daze looking at the very room she re-decorated half a decade ago. "It's Tyler. I'm assuming you want to take this call in your room where it's more private."

"Did he hear you answer?" Her blue eyes search his wide ones knowing the answer immediately, "well I guess I'll have some explaining to do as to why you answered for me. Oh well, but yes I'll be in my room. Get me some sage please," she quickly departs from the conversation looking around the foyer for anyone that had been keenly listening to their conversation. Seeing no one, she quickly retreats up the stairs that lead to her private side of the home.

No one came to this area of the estate, and Caroline liked it that way. It was quiet, but not so quiet that she didn't get to be the bubbly girl she once was so many years ago. "Hey Tyler, I thought we talked the other day. Is everything okay back in Mystic Falls?" Caroline probes him for answers, immediately suspicious as to why he called her out of their regularly scheduled routine.

"I just wanted to make sure you got my invite, and this is me trying to convince you to come to the wedding." She can practically hear the way his face scrunches up waiting for her response that would end with a lecture as to why he shouldn't meddle with her life.

"You know I can't go Tyler. It's been over a decade since Stefan and I have even spoken...I just can't face him. Plus he's marrying Rebekah Mikaelson who by the way happens to be Klaus' little sister, so I think I will pass on the drama that is very likely to happen there. There's enough going on here as it is," Caroline pauses before she divulges too much about where she's been staying the past several years.

A sigh comes from the other line as Tyler takes what seems to be defeat. "Damon and Alaric are coming, and Bonnie plans to be there with Graham. You haven't seen them since her wedding 10 years ago. We just miss you Care, I miss you. Think about it ok, I've gotta go...I'll talk to you soon." With that the line ends and Caroline is left standing alone in her room pondering if seeing her former lover/best friend and proclaimed 'last love' in the same room at the same time after decades apart would be too complicated.

"You should go," Ethan stands against the doorframe looking at the confused look on her face. "We can manage things here long enough for you to go to New Orleans for a few days. It's not like we're at war here Caroline. It's high time you got a getaway from this place."

"I can't just leave you and the faction leaders. We're still debating over some issues after the last full moon, and the nightwalkers are getting restless with all tourists coming in for the summer. Now is just...not the time to be leaving."

"And next year when Bonnie has another kid or Tyler finally finds a woman, it won't be the right time to leave for that either. It will never be time to go on an adventure, which is exactly why I am packing your bags right now. You are getting a flight home to Mystic Falls to spend quality time with Bonnie and then the two of you will head to good old New Orleans together for the wedding." Ethan places his hands on the side of Caroline's arms as he speaks, but the friendly moment quickly ends as he rushes around the room to find her suitcases.

The vampire immediately begins throwing clothes and other items into piles on the bed. Each pile organized by weather, priority, and various other categories. "Ethan, the wedding isn't for another two weeks. I can pack later since you're so insistent on my leaving. If I didn't know any better I'd say you and Tyler conspired to get me out of the city."

He pauses to laugh both knowing the two men didn't know of each other's existence. "Weirdly I noticed he didn't ask about why I answered your phone. You've kept your whereabouts locked up right?"

"Of course, no one from my past knows where I've been the past decade. I have a P.O. box in France that still gets mail from people like Tyler, but I compelled the people to forward all that stuff here. My tracks are thoroughly covered Ethan, no need to worry about that."

"It's not you I'm worried about, it's your friends. If they discovered where you are we both know they would all come here. When people come here they learn about your mysterious abilities, and then the whole world knows…"

He trails off waiting for the vampire queen to carry on his statement. "If the world knows they can find a way to put me down. That is exactly why, my trusted friend, you are the only one to know about my special gifts."

Tyler sits back on the couch in the Mikaelson compound, the rest of the men eyeballing the werewolf and original hybrid simultaneously. The air in the room is tense, as they all release the bated breath they'd been holding whilst Tyler was on the phone with Caroline Forbes. "Well I did my best, and I assure that was my best when it comes to Care." He stands to his feet and leaves the room, finally they hear the sound of the wolf exiting the compound altogether.

"Nik you ok?" Kol questions as he whistles mockingly while waving a hand in front of his stoic brother's face. He chuckles when Klaus smacks his younger siblings hand away.

"I'm fine," pausing he listens to the surroundings in the house. "Where's my daughter?" Klaus turns to Elijah for the answer, but finds none there.

Rebekah enters the room moving to wrap her arms around her Salvatore fiance, "I believe she and Freya left this morning after breakfast to see Vincent. Something about special effects for the wedding." The female original smiles at her elder brothers, "now if you will excuse us, Stefan and I have wedding details to attend to." Rebekah grasps him by his hand, dragging the Salvatore from the sitting room.

Shortly after Elijah departs claiming a need to find Hayley for whatever reason. Leaving Klaus to his own devices as he pours a drink, and sits down slowly into the leather chair. Her voice hadn't changed a bit, but in a strange way it had. The sound still recognizable after almost two decades, but the maturity he knew she'd gain appeared there. So much time had passed since he'd seen her last; time that he once believed to be nothing but a blink of an eye.

In Klaus Mikaelson's millenia on the earth he'd done countless terrible things, and some even to Caroline and her friends. The one thing that hadn't changed though, was that even at the sound of her voice she had a way of mesmerizing him. It was unexplainable...and his mind drifted to their times together. From their mutual distaste for the other. To his mother's ball, the high school dances, her honesty that rose from every word spoken to him. Her graduation when he proclaimed that he truly intended to be her 'last love,' and then that glorious day in the woods when she finally allowed herself to admit she felt something for him. That woman still had a hold on him after all this time, and he had no clue what to do if the day came when he sees her again.

Of all the Mikaelson's, Hope and Freya spent the most time together over the last decade. The two grew closer over their mutual bond of magic; teaching and learning together. Freya taught her niece in her younger years about the basics of magic, and as Hope grew into the young woman she is today they taught each other. Occasionally, Davina would come to visit New Orleans and join them for a while. The duo both knew the young witch missed practicing, but leaving New Orleans was the best possible decision for her and Kol once they were reunited.

"I had another dream again last night," Hope speaks up as her aunt mixes various ingredients into a bowl. The elder Mikaelson looks up at her niece who sits on a single bar stool staring at the empty space of the tomb they sat in. "This time I saw the woman's face more clearly, she had blonde hair...kinda like aunt Rebekah's; but more curly and shorter. Her eyes were a dark blue almost green shade, but they turned almost cloudy with smoke at one point."

Freya pauses her movements to look at Hope, "did her hands do that as well?"

"Yeah they did, but instead of white smoke it was black this time and these black veins crawled up her arms as the smoke came out…" Hope's voice trails off as she tries to retell the dream from memory. "Maybe if we linked consciousness whilst we slept I could have another vision of the woman and we could figure why I'm seeing her."

Her aunt shakes her head, "if you're seeing these visions they must be meant for you. I have a feeling that if I interfered with our minds to view them that we wouldn't see what we need to. If that makes sense," Freya pauses and quickly returns to the potion she was previously mixing. "Drink this, it should cause you to be able to recall everything in detail from the dreams. That's if it does what it's supposed to."

"I guess we'll find out soon enough who she is," Hope states as she takes the bowl from her aunt and downs the potion in one gulp. "Well that was disgusting...and of course I'm late to meet my mom." She jumps off the stool, grabbing her bag and retreats from the cemetery heading in the direction of the Mikaelson Compound. Ready to face the questions from her mom as to where she's been all morning.

The late afternoon sun beat down on the tourists as they wandered the streets attempting to find any way possible to stay in the shade and hydrated. Ingrid had never experienced such heat until she set foot in the smoldering city three weeks ago. In her almost 21 years of life her pale, freckled skin was only truly familiar with the weather in Scotland.

The intel she had received over a month ago that led her to these very streets made her skeptical as she looked around not seeing many redheads. 'Great so I definitely look like a tourist,' she thinks to herself as she looks down at her phone once again for directions to the address she'd been given. "You've arrived," her phone announces as she looks up at the immaculate structure before her.

She licks her chapped lips as her light brown eyes stare at the old castle-like building with tall fences around it. Surprisingly enough, the gates open for Ingrid and she walks through glancing back up at the slowly fading sky. As she approaches the front double doors of the castle, a man appears in front of her with curious eyes. "Who sent you?" He questions, getting straight to the point almost causing Ingrid to jump back at his nearness.

"No one, I was told I could find historical records of special deceased residents here." Ingrid's words stumble as her accent comes off strong showing everyone in the area that she's definitely not from there. "Could you possibly lead me in the direction I need to go?" Her brown eyes plead with the man blocking her way and he relents after a few moments pause.

The man takes her through many hallways, up a flight of stairs, and finally unlocks a heavy door revealing a massive library. "Over to the left there's a filling area with all of our records. There should be a drawer with deceased residents in there, but that's as far as I can help you." He pauses once more as the mysterious man makes his way to the door, "good luck with whatever you're looking for." Just like that he's gone and the door is shut, leaving Ingrid alone with the hundreds of books and records.

Hours pass by while Ingrid mulls through the files of so many people. After learning that she was adopted on her 18th birthday, she set out to save the funds and travel looking for answers as to who her parents were. Or if they were still alive, but years of online research took her nowhere...that is until she stumbled upon the sealed records of a massacre that'd occurred in fall of 2009. A tip took her further to the city of Tel Aviv, and a hope that her parents could be found in those records. Maybe they'd died protecting her, or who knows what happened; but Ingrid had to know.

Luckily she'd narrowed her search down to the year and the date, but because of the massacre that night, there were so many dead to sift through. Which is what led Ingrid to rise from her stiff chair after the sun had long set, stretching and cracking her knuckles and heading for the door. Just as her hand reaches the doorknob the room begins to shake. Books fall from their shelves, her hours of research gets disheveled on the floor, and moments later a loud boom resounds through the building. Followed by another, and another. And the world goes black.

Well that was the first chapter of what I hope and plan to be a lengthy story. The basis of things are in my head already and just need to get typed out, but getting from point A to point B sometimes is soooo difficult. Anyways as everyone says on here 'I don't own TVD or TO' and if I did things would have ended a lot different. Let me know your thoughts on this and whether you would like to read more of it. I plan to write it out completely on my own just for the satisfaction of doing it, but reviews to post will tell me whether to legitimately write this out for y'all.

Always and Forever (: