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It felt like waking up from a long nap.
And technically speaking, it was a long nap. She rose from the coffin with gracefulness and looked around. None of her sibling's were awake yet. Strolling around, she noticed bags of blood, piled up. Her hunger took over as she ripped into the bags, desperate for the it to stop. It felt like a burning fire growing in her gut.
She stopped when she felt and on her shoulder. She turned, her face like stone.
"Brother?" She placed a tender hand on his shoulder, "Is it truly you?"
"Yes, sister. It's me." Elijah replied with a bitter smile. It had been so long since he saw his twin.
"How long has it been?" She didn't want to imagine how much time she had missed on Earth. How long it had been since her death.
"A long, long time, sister. Let's get you with the others. They ought to be--"
"How long, Elijah?" Her voice was cold like ice.
"Five hundred and nineteen years." He knew her reaction would be... bloody.
"Five hundred and nineteen years. Is she still alive, Elijah?" Maybe there was a way she made it. A spell or anti-aging ritual, something, anything that--.
"I'm sorry." Elijah said, frowning.
Without another word, she walked back to the coffins and got back in hers, "Stake me, Elijah." She handed him the stake.
"No, I would nev--"
"I can't bare to live in a world where she isn't in it. Without her, my heart grows cold and murderous. Without her, I'm nothing." Emotion filled the last words of her sentence.
"I will consider staking you. Only after we kill Niklaus. He deserves to desicate like we did for a century or two. Deal?" Elijah hoped and prayed she would shake his hand. He didn't have the guts or power to stab his sister.
"Deal." She said coldly.
As all of the Mikaelson Siblings woke up, she felt her heart grow slightly fonder. Kol was still a barrel of sadistic laughs and Rebekah was filling her in on all she had missed for the last decade. Finn was still the same old brooding ass that he was nine hundred years ago.
There was another coffin. An unopened one. Although her magic left her a thousand years ago, she could still sense the danger of what lay in the coffin. Quickly and quietly, she, Rebakah, Kol and Finn walked up stairs, waiting for the right moment to attack.
Kol went first, ready to quench his blood thirsty revenge.
Finn went second, following his brother's lead.
Rebekah went third, desperate to make her brother feel all she felt every time her daggered her.
She went last, her stake grazing his heart. She had missed that feeling. The power of holding life in your fingers. It was addictive. She craved it. It made her feel awake.
