Mystic Falls, 2011

The party was in full swing. High school kids and… well Roxana didn't actually know who the other people at this celebration were but she assumed they were somebody's friends. She was wearing the blue dress that Klaus had just bought her in New York before their vacation was cut short, matched with some black strappy high heels. There was a band playing loudly outside and everywhere people were passing around beer bottles and red cups. Klaus was making some kind of speech on stage so she aimlessly walked through the crowd, trying not to trip on any drunken teenagers. Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her away. She spun around and was met with none other than Damon Salvatore. He was looking her up and down, with those distinct eyebrows of his.

"Hey." She greeted him with a small smile, "Damon right?"

"Yeah, what was your name again? Roxana right? Roxana Mikaelson." So he knew. She had assumed that Elena and Stefan would have told him as soon as he came into contact with them so she didn't know why she was surprised, "What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

"I'm here for the party." She smiled, "Should be a good one."

"Oh you have no idea." Damon shot back. She laughed softly and then looked down at the ground with a look of slight disappointment.

"You don't have to be so rude." She said, "I never did anything to you."

"Well your husband has done enough for the two of you." He growled.

"I'm not my husband." She smirked and twirled a lock of hair around her hair, "You know Katarina Petrova was manipulative, hazardous little bitch." She stated casually, "But you fell for her charms and you followed her lovingly around for no apparent reason, while she set her sites on your brother. I heard about the tomb... solid plan." She teased, "God knows, I bet nobody understood why you were still in love with her after all that time. Why you still hadn't moved on from someone who didn't even really love you. But I get it Damon. In fact I might be one of the only people who truly understands that when you love someone that deeply, those feelings don't just go away and they sure as hell don't listen to reason." She laughed humourlessly and shook her head, "But at least Niklaus loves me back." She finished venomously. Damon said nothing as she stormed away from him angrily. Niklaus found her entering back into the house and stopped her.

"Why were you talking to Damon Salvatore?" He hissed.

"He just confronted me Niklaus." She answered calmly, "Had some choice words to share with me about you being evil, you know, the usual." Niklaus put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in closer to his chest.

"Stay within eyesight, my darling." He whispered into her ear and lifted the beer in his hands to his lips, draining it, "And go get me another drink would you? Scotch on the rocks." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and then shooed her off as he spotted Tyler Lockwood.

As Roxana was walking back to deliver Niklaus his drink she heard a commotion coming from the other room. She picked up on Damon's voice and curiously wandered towards the noise. There she saw the Salvatore brother wrestling with the first hybrid that Klaus had created, she knew that they were introduced at one time or another but she could not remember his name. She hid herself from view when another person walked into the room, raising her hands and spreading her fingers, she made both men fall to their knees, holding their heads in pain. Witch,Roxanna mused. She let one hand drop and Damon stood up angrily, while the hybrid slumped against the wall, unconscious.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Damon asked incredulously, "You weren't supposed to witchy migraine me!"

"You weren't supposed to kill Tyler." The witch shot back. Tyler, Roxana remembered, that was his name.

"He tried to bite me." Damon argued. Roxana peaked around the corner to see him picking up something, a large strangely engraved stake.

"What is that?" The witch asked.

"Nothing." Damon said and put it back in his pocket.

"Oh my god is that the—" Damon shushed her before she could finish her sentence but everything had already clicked in Roxana's mind. White oak. Mikael's weapon, the only thing that could kill an original vampire. He had showed it to her when he had visited her all those years ago. The deal. Her mind sank back into memory.

"Are you sure you are willing to do this?" Mikael asked, as he looked her straight in the eyes. She nodded mutely, concentrating very hard on controlling her ragged breathing, "I have no quarrel with you. You can walk away from this now."

"No." She finally managed to speak up, "If he dies, I'll die with him. Willingly."

"I'll give you an one hundred year head start." He told her, "But after that…"

"I know."

"Now... what was agreed upon."

"What do you want with my blood?" She asked rather skeptically, "Why is it so special?"

"The blood of an immortal human is something truly invaluable." He explained then took a knife out of his pocket, dragging it across her skin, "The spell that gave you your immortality had never actually been completed before—usually the witch would die in the midst of the ceremony from the pure power of it. That makes you, truly invaluable. The potentials are exponential." He smiled menacingly at her as he positioned her hand so that the blood poured directly into a little glass bottle, "But you don't need to worry yourself with those details."

She snapped back to the present as she heard Damon hiss, "Because I'm the only one who can get inside the house!" She quickly slipped away from the entrance of the room before she was caught and ran into search of Niklaus. She found him playing a game with a ball and a lot of red cups.

"Ah finally!" He exclaimed and took the glass of scotch from her, "What took you so long?"

"Niklaus we need to talk. Now." She whispered urgently but she pushed aside when another woman came to Klaus' side.

"You have a visitor." She droned.

"Well tell my visitor I'm on the brink of victory here." Klaus responded with a smug smile. Roxana tugged on his sleeve insistently.

"Klaus!"

"In a minute." He scolded her.

"He said his name is Mikael." The woman continued. Klaus' smile dropped instantly. He thought for a moment then threw the ball into the last red cup before responding.

"Then we mustn't keep them waiting."

"Niklaus please!" Roxana said desperately, "They're going to try and kill you. Damon had the—"

"Everything's fine my love, I have the hybrids. We're ready for this." He cut her off and then turned back to the woman, "Move everyone out back, I'm going to have a chat with my dad." He quipped then took a long sip of his scotch and moved around Roxana, putting a hand on her shoulder briefly as if to comfort her, "Tony you know what to do." He said to a man nearby before walking away. She tried to catch up to him but the crowd grew thick and engulfed him. She pushed her way through the people frantically as she tried to reach the front door. Then she saw them in some sort of standoff at the door. Mikael had Elena in his grasp.

"Go ahead, kill her." He said.

"No- no Klaus he'll do it." She pleaded.

"If she dies, this lot will be the last of your abominations." Mikael spat.

"I don't need them, I just need to be rid of you." He answered coldly.

"To what end Niklaus? So you can live forever with no one at your side? Nobody cares about you anymore boy! What do you have, other than those whose loyalty you forced?" Mikael looked over Klaus' shoulder at Roxana who was standing there in shock and fear, "A wife who you kidnapped and trapped into marriage only to have her run away from you on numerous occasions? And what did you do Niklaus? You dragged her back every single time hoping that maybe this time if you inflicted her with enough of your rules and your care and kept her safe she would love you enough to stay this time." He paused for effect, "But if you hadn't restrained her, she would be gone too. So who do you really have? No one."

"I'm calling your bluff father. Kill her." He said in a low voice, trying to keep his composure but she could tell that he was vulnerable. His posture was ridged and his eyes were glassy.

"Come outside and face me you little coward and I won't have to."

"My whole life you've underestimated me, if you kill her you lose your leverage so go ahead, go on kill her. Come on old man, kill her, kill her!" He shouted with so much rage and pain in his voice that it caused Roxana pain just to listen to him. But Mikael just laughed cruelly.

"Your impulse Niklaus, it is and will forever be the one thing that keeps you from being truly great." He then looked back at Roxana, "You had your time. Almost 5 centuries with him is enough. It all ends tonight." Then he stabbed Elena in the back, she screamed out in pain and Klaus gasped in shock, breathing heavily. Mikael chuckled one last time before Damon lunged foreword with the stake and plunged it into Klaus' chest. Everything slowed down. He shouted in total and utter agony and she screamed loudly. Sobs wracked her body as she rushed foreword. Her head was spinning as she kept on thinking that he was dead. Dead. Everything fell to pieces in a moment. But he wasn't dead. He was still alive. Damon had missed his heart. She heard explosions coming from outside but she didn't know what they were. It all happened in an instant. Damon took the stake out and had Klaus pinned on the floor, he raised it above his head and she shot foreword to grab his arm but someone else was faster. Stefan tackled his older brother to the ground and the stake fell out of his hand onto the floor.

"What are you doing?" Damon hissed and Stefan looked shell-shocked himself. Klaus was suddenly on his feet and grabbed the stake, speeding foreword he plunged the white oak stake into Mikael's heart, forcing him back outside. Roxana couldn't see them anymore but she heard the screams and she knew that it was done. She fell to the floor in a heap, her emotions were scattered everywhere and for a moment there she knew what it was like to lose him. And it terrified her, "What have you done?" Damon said.

"He's earned his freedom." Klaus answered stoically from above them. She looked up at him shakily. Stefan had risen and was standing right in front of him, "Thank you my friend, you no longer have to do what I say. You're free." Damon lay there in shock and disgust. He then turned his head towards Roxana who stared back at him, gasping in air unsteadily. Something flashed in his eyes before he stood and disappeared in a flash. Roxana stood up and threw herself at Niklaus, burying her face in his chest and weeping, "There's no reason to cry my love, I am unscathed."

"I thought you were dead." She managed to get out, "I thought…" She couldn't finished her sentence as she kept on crying, "Oh god, don't ever do that to me again. I'll die. I'll just lie down and die."

"Happy 495th anniversary." He chuckled. She laughed between tears and pressed her lips to his. She wouldn't let go of him for a long time.

Niklaus had to clean up the mess Mikael and his hybrids had made so he had told one of them to drive her home.

"Stop the car." She said suddenly.

"Those are against my orders." He replied in a monotone voice.

"You're still taking me home, I just need to make a stop on the way. So stop the car." She insisted. He sighed and pulled over, "Do you have a stake on you?" She asked and he nodded, "Give it to me." He looked confused for a moment, "Just in case." She reassured him and he handed the wooden weapon over to her. She took it and got out of the car. Her heels clicked along the pavement as she walked up to the Salvatore boarding house. The door was unlocked and she pushed it open and walked in. Elena and Damon were standing by the fireplace, her hands were cupping his cheeks and their heads whipped to face her as they heard the sound of her footsteps, "Well isn't this cozy?" She smirked with one eyebrow raised. Damon rushed foreword in a fit of rage and looked like he was going to go for her neck when she dug the stake deeply into his stomach, "Do I look stupid to you?" Roxana spat as he stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach in pain.

"What do you want?" He looked her over. She was no longer the nice looking girl he had met at the bar. She had mascara spilling down her face from where she had cried and her eyes were blazing.

"I want you to understand something." She answered slowly, "I might not be a vampire, or a werewolf or a witch or whatever the fuck else there is out there but if you ever attempt anything remotely similar to that ever again. I will destroy this whole ridiculous little town of yours and everybody in it."

"Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?" Damon asked.

"I might not look it, but I am a lot older than you and I have way more connections in this world than you do." She threatened. Suddenly Roxana's face softened and she looked down at the ground, "I thought you were different Damon. I thought somehow you'd get it."

"I do." Damon whispered regretfully, "But I have to protect what's mine."

"Fine. So do I." She spun on her heals and left the house and quickly as she came. She smoothed out her dress as she got back into the car, "Take me home."

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