female awesome meme; 4/5 unfairly hated ladies:elena gilbert(the vampire diaries) “you’re gonna think that the pain will never end, but it will. but first, you have to let it all in. you can’t fight it. it’s bigger than you. you have to let yourself drown in it, but then eventually, you’ll start to swim, and every single breath that you fight for will make you stronger.”
Because it is subtle and I still see some people not convinced/#IWantToBelieve-ing @ the Huntress and Comtesse skins so I turned my in game screenshots to take at 9x resolution and took some pics
So yeah this are inarguably fang marks. Think everyone has seen these by now but at least I haven’t seen them at this resolution yet
Teeth! Pointy little teeth!
And in case you didn’t notice in the last two pictures, her eyes are clearly not normal. They’re a deeper gold than usual and have red pupils. They also are shinier, I think? I’ve noticed in some lights they can appear almost completely gold or completely red which is neat.
So hey even if she didn’t get a Halloween skin at least she still technically has a vampire one
I know this isn’t the first post of this flying around but since I haven’t seen screenshots this clear yet I decided to share
Sad headcanon: vampires can’t play reed instruments. The water-soaked reeds taste gross, their venom is constantly disintegrating the reed and the mouthpiece, and even if they do manage to keep their mouths dry for a while, their relatively-hard lips can’t get the proper seal for them to use enough force without misshaping the mouthpiece altogether. (depending on how literally you take the skin thing) I guess it would be possible, but not worth the trouble or the taste. Edward was such a Benny Goodman fanboy back in the thirties and it killed him when he discovered he would never be able to play the clarinet :(
Actually, most wind instruments just wouldn’t work in general… flute being a nice exception, I guess? Panflutes?
Thoughts on this, anyone? What instruments would vampires be good at? Do you headcanon any Twilight character playing a certain instrument?
Ethan is talking to Sarah over the phone in his room about Benny when suddenly the door slams open with enough force to bang against the wall and a voice shouts “DID SOMEBODY SAY BENNY WEIR?!” as Benny enters with a mouthful of Doublestuf Oreos and a beaten up spellbook
Ethan then shrieks at the top of his lungs and instinctively throws the nearest thing to him which just so happens to be his phone and it smacks Benny in the center of his forehead, successfully knocking him off his feet
All Sarah can hear on the other line for the next five minutes is Ethan crying and Benny cursing at him in Latin as she sits there utterly confused
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Hello! I love your Klaus one shots and was wondering if you would take my request? The reader was once married to Klaus but she fakes her death and leaves the Mikaelson’s when she finds out that Dahlia is comming after her child. Centuries later she runs into them in New Orleans. She also only refers to him as “Nik”.
then I asked
Hey, I have a question. In your request. When the reader leaves does she take their daughter with her or no?
Then she/he said
She takes her daughter with her and makes sure that she has a normal human life (as normal as having an immortal non-aging mother could be) so when she returns centuries later the daughter has long since died.
And then I felt as i was stupid for some reason.
You’re a vampire, have
been one for a long time. You’ve met Niklaus long before you turned, you met
him when you were in high school. A few years of dating and being love, he
proposed. You weren’t a vampire then and he didn’t want to turn you into one,
unless he desperately needed to. And you never had to turn, even if you were surrounded
by the supernatural. He was always there to protect you, not long after you got
married, you got pregnant. Klaus having broken the curse was able to procreate
and you being a human also meant that you could procreate. It came as surprise
to both of you, but you were beyond happy. You were having a child with the man
you love, what more could you need?
You gave birth to a
beautiful daughter, after you gave birth Niklaus changed you. You became a
vampire. A happy one. Your daughter was a beautiful mix of both Klaus and
yourself. She was the jewel of the family. Everyone loved and adored her.
But as always being a
Mikaelson meant not everything lasts forever. Happiness is included. A few
months after you gave birth to your daughter, (y/d/n). Dahlia came into the equation
threatening the lives of everyone and threatening to take your daughter from you.
You knew that there was no way Klaus would be able to protect the both of you,
so you did the only thing you knew you could do. That is to fake your death. You
faked your and your daughter’s death and fled the city, leaving no trace of you
or her being alive. Your daughter grew as a normal girl, well as normal as
having an immortal mother that is. She understood what you were and as she had
more wolf and human in her than a vampire, she grew and never stopped growing
and eventually she dies. You mourned her for a long time, but never once did
you return to your husband and his family.
A few centuries later,
you found yourself wondering around New Orleans. You heard about a part in the
French Quarter you and one of our friends were going to. It was close to seven
when you arrived at a house called the Abattoir.
“This place is
amazing.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Maybe you can find someone
“(Y/F/N) you know I don’t
want to be in a relationship.” You sighed, even though she knows about you and
Klaus, she still insists that you should move on and fined another guy.
“(Y/n) you have to move
on, I mean what are the chances of you two meeting again?” You just shook your
head and mumbled ‘I’m going to the bar.’ Before you left her. You easily found the
makeshift bar, and ordered a martini (A/N I’m almost 18 I’ve never drank alcohol
before so I don’t know if it’s good.). You leaned on the bar as you waited for
“What is a lovely girl
as yourself doing here all alone, love?” You heard a familiar voice say from
behind you, it sent shivers down your spine, if he was here that means… you
shook your head, and decided to just ignore him. “Oh playing hard to get are
we?” you moved your hair so it was covering your face. But unintentionally you
showed him your left hand, where your wedding ring still sits. “Where did you
Kol said harshly as he took your hand and pulled you so you were
facing him, his eyes went wide his mouth dropped. You looked at him scared and
nervous. Kol looked around for a second, before he vamp speed you both into an abandoned
Kol stated pacing back
and force, you fidget with your hands not knowing what to say.
“Kol.” You said with a
shaky voice. Kol stopped pacing and looked at you, he looked betrayed. If he
looked like that you couldn’t even begin to think what Klaus would look like.
“How? How are you
alive?” He asked you frowning. “We all saw your body and-and (Y/D/N)’s as well.”
“I faked it.” You whispered
knowing that he heard you clearly with his vampire hearing.
“You faked it?”
He laughed dryly. “Why the hell would you do that?”
“Because it was the
only way to give (y/d/n) her best chance.” You said tearing up. “Dahlia was planning
on taking her and killing everyone to do so, I couldn’t make my daughter live a
life where she is enslaved.”
“We could’ve stopped
her.” Kol said calmly.
“And then what? This family
has more enemies than anyone else on this planet.”
“Klaus will be mad
when he finds out.”
“Is-is he here?” You said
stuttering a bit and once again playing with your hands.
“Yes, he is.” Kol said
kindly once he saw how scared you were. “He’ll be mad for a while but he’ll get
over it, he loves you too much to be mad at you for long.”
“Kol, what are you-“ You
both turned to the door way to see Rebekah who was just as shocked to see you as
Kol. “Oh god (y/n)?”
You gave her a small smile
and a nod, in a second she was hugging you tightly.
“I- we thought you
were dead.” She said still hugging you.
“I-I faked it.” And
you told her what you told Kol.
“I have an idea.” She
said and disappeared from the room. A few minutes later the music outside died
down and you hear Rebekah say. “I’m so sorry everyone, but I’m going to have to
ask you to leave, we have a family emergency that need our attention immediately.
So if you could all kindly leave, that would be great.”
You closed your eyes,
knowing what was coming, in under fifteen minutes the place was empty, only the
Mikaelson and yourself still in the house, you quickly texted your friend and
told her to leave, and that you were fine.
“Rebekah, mind tell me
what the ‘family emergency’ is?” Your heart beat became frantic when you heard
his voice. Kol laid a hand on your shoulder in comfort.
“Just stay calm no
matter what.” Rebekah said her voice near the door you and Kol stood behind.
“Just tell us Rebekah.”
Klaus said meaning himself and an equally confused Elijah, Freya and Finn.
Rebekah hesitated before she opened the door. Kol was standing in front of you
he was hiding you, only the side of your dress was showing. “Who is this?” Klaus
Kol stepped aside, and
you were met with Niklaus in a tux looked at you with his wide blue eyes.
“Hello Nik.” You said
softly. In a second you were harshly pressed to the wall, with his hands on
“Who are you? And how
can you possess her body?” Nik asked you through his teeth, you choked as you
tried to push him off you, but you didn’t need to as Elijah pushed him off you.
“Calm down, Niklaus.” Elijah
said as he helped you up. “We wouldn’t find anything out by you choking her.”
“HOW DARE YOU COME
HERE AND LOOK LIKE HER?” Nik shouted hurt and pissed at you.
“It is really me.” You
said tears gathering in your eyes.
“NO! She dies, she
died and so did our child.” Nik said walking towards you before being stopped
“Nik just listen to
her.” Rebekah said as she stood by your way.
“Sorry, who are you
all talking about?” Freya asked confused.
“My wife (y/n).” Klaus
said his voice broken and full of sadness.
“Nik you have to
listen, please.” You said practically begging. “It really is me, I swear to
you.” When he didn’t say anything you took that as your cue to continue. “When Dahlia
threatened us and threatened (Y/D/N) I knew that she wasn’t safe, especially
not after she killed all of those people and vampires and even witches. She wasn’t
safe. Dahlia wasn’t baking down so I faked our death and ran as far as I could.”
“You took her from me,
you took MY DAUGHTER FROM ME!” He shouted making you flinch as for the tears to
“I had to, it was the
only way she would’ve been safe.” You said trying not so sob.
“We could’ve defeated
her, we’ve always killed anyone who stood in our way.” He said moving his hand
around gesturing to his sibling that were standing around us ready to stop any
physical fight from breaking.
“And happens after
that? We live a happy ever after?” You asked him getting mad at him for not
understanding. “Nik, you and everyone here have a long, long list of enemies
that isn’t getting shorter by time, I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I condemned
an innocent child to this life. I could take it, but she couldn’t.”
“Where is she?” Nik
asked the question that you were waiting for yet dreading. You didn’t know what
to say, everyone here wanted the answer to that question yet you didn’t know
what to say.
“She live a long happy
life, she got married but had no kids, she became an alpha of her own pack and-and
she died at the age of-of hundred and twenty seven (A/N she lived this long
because she still had vampire blood in her system).” You sobbed, Rebekah gasped
and covered her mouth, and the room was silent except your sobs. Rebekah made a
move to hug you, but Nik grabbed you and vamp speed out of the room, out of
the house and out of the city. You were all alone in a clearing in the woods. You
didn’t know why he got you here, maybe to kill you, you didn’t know. But you
really didn’t care. “If you want to kill me, then kill me. I no longer wish to
live. It has been hard for me since the moment I left you and after (Y/D/N)’s
death I only wished for death.”
“I’m not going to kill
you.” Nik said shakily, moved your head so you were looking at him, you saw
tears running down his face. He was heartbroken and you felt as if everything
was your fault.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so
sorry.” You sobbed and Nik pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.
“Was she happy?” Nik
asked you and you nodded.
“She was.” Nik moved
his head on top of yours, you were pressed against him. “That’s all I ever
“Nik, I really am
sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” You said as silent tears ran down your face.
“She love you, you know?”
“She did?” Nik asked
his hands tightening around you.
“Yeah, I told her all
about you, showed her a few of your paintings and she really did love you.” You
said and wiped your tears away. You looked up at Nik who was still crying
silently. You moved your hands to his face, swiping the tears off his cheek as
his blue eyes stared at you. His eyes were like home, they were familiar something
you can always look at and feel loved. “I love you so much Niklaus.”
“And I love you too.”
Nik said and he pulled you back into a hug, and vamp speed back to the
Abattoir, where everyone was waiting, when they saw you alive and well they all
relaxed. Everyone decided to call it a night and talk about everything the day
after. When emotions are calm and mind clear and ready. And after that everyone
went to their room including you. You were obviously sharing with Nik. You wouldn’t
let him out of your sight after spending so many years apart.
my recommendation, listen to sad music with a happy ending :)
It seemed as though Stefan Salvatore had planned this from the beginning.
Although it may not have been obvious to most, but Stefan had been planning his death for quite some time. He had been wishing for the sweet release of death to take him away from the horrors of the world. Stefan wanted more than what life had to offer him. Afterall, what good had life ever brought him anyway? The only thing that life had ever given him was you, but it seemed that fate did not plan on keeping the two of you together for very long.
Years ago, Stefan Salvatore had been the love of your life. The two of you had gotten married under the stars and traveled the world together before settling in Mystic Falls. However, once Elena Gilbert came along, things began to change.
Life became rougher and it became difficult for you to survive. Even as a vampire, you had always had a little trouble keeping up. This was primarily due to the fact that you were on “the bunny diet” as Damon liked to put it. Because you only fed on animals, your body would never be as strong as other vampires.
As fate would have it, a few years after you met Elena Gilbert, you were killed.
They never discovered who had been the one to commit the crime, there was no evidence, no witnesses, just your broken, mangled body and your heart lying by your side. Stefan had found you after not hearing from you for a few hours. Worry had wrecked his body for hours on end before he finally found your car near the entrance to the forest. It was not unsurprising, you had most likely been hungry and wanted to drink. When Stefan tracked your steps into the woods, he was heartbroken to find your torn corpse waiting at his feet.
Stefan had immediately dropped to his knees, not being able to maintain his body weight with the sight before him. His jaw went slack and tears already began falling from his tired eyes. Not caring about the blood that may soak his clothes, he gathered your body into his arms and pulled it tight against him. He tried to feel for a breath, a sign, anything to show that you were still with him, but he knew it was futile. Your heart had been ripped from your chest, there was no way for you to still be alive.
Horse sobs filtered from the back of his throat and out of his lips as he cried. Stefan clutched your body to his chest, his head placed in the juncture between your head and your shoulder as he whispered futile pleas against your cold skin.
“Please, please no,” he muttered, heart clenching in his chest, “you can’t do this to me - not now - not when I need you most.”
The way you had been killed almost seemed ironic to Stefan. It may have been your heart that had been ripped from your chest, but it still seemed like it was Stefan’s heart that had been torn to shreds.
He stayed beside your body for hours it seemed, continuing to rock you back in forth in his arms as if there could be some miracle in all of heaven that would bring you back to him. After a few hours, after the sobs had ceased and his hands were covered in crimson blood, Stefan managed to shakily bring himself to his feet and drag himself back to his house, with your body still dangling in his grip.
Stefan had made his way back to the Salvatore boarding house, where he knew the rest of his friends would be. After crossing the threshold of the doorway, Stefan fell back to his knees and let out another sob. Damon and Elena were the first to burst into the room to identify the source of the noise. When they saw what sight lay before them, they almost wished they hadn’t.
Damon reacted first, seeing as he had been your brother-in-law and one of your closest friends. He dropped beside his brother with a small noise leaving the back of his throat. Tears welled in his eyes, and he laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, brother,” Damon whispered.
Although the words were short, it was still enough for Stefan to let your body rest against the floor so that he could turn and grip his older brother. It had been a while since they shared an emotional moment together, but Damon still managed to squeeze his little brother tightly to him as he sobbed for his lost love.
As Stefan cried, the rest of the group filtered into the room to witness what had occurred. They had been shocked and grief-stricken at the sight of you and the Salvatore brothers at your side. Bonnie Bennett had immediately let out a sob and gripped onto Enzo’s arm as he attempted to comfort her. The two of you had been great friends, and it was like a knife to the heart when she laid eyes upon your dead body. Caroline and Matt Donovan simply watched with heavy hearts as one of their friends left this world for another. The rest of your group of friends lowered their heads in indication of their fallen friend.
A few weeks later, your funeral was held and Stefan placed your body in his family tomb, knowing that it was what you would have wanted. It was a small ceremony, just the Mystic Falls gang gathered together for one final goodbye one of their greatest friends. Bonnie and Damon gave beautiful speeches about how your laugh always managed to light up a room and how you always seemed to be able to drag a smile out of even the saddest person.
When Stefan stepped up to give his speech, his eyes were red and swollen from all the crying he had done over the past few weeks. He attempted to pull himself together by rubbing the skin beneath his eyes, but all it did was make them ache.
“When [Y/N] was little, she used to sleep with a dream-catcher above her head. She told me that she used it to keep the bad dreams away and she still used it, even as a hundred year old vampire,” Stefan chuckled, “The day after we moved in together, I noticed that she had taken the dream-catcher down and now it laid inside her bedside table. When I asked her why she didn’t have it above her bed anymore, she simply told me ‘I don’t need a dream-catcher to keep the bad dreams away, because now I have you and I know you’ll always protect me, even in my sleep.’ It was in that moment that I knew I was completely and uninevitably in love with her. It was because she not only loved me but she trusted me wholeheartedly to keep her safe. And I know that if she could be here now, she wouldn’t want me to blame myself for what happened to her because it was out of my control, but that guilt still weighs heavily on my heart. I didn’t keep her safe, at least in that moment I didn’t. I may have kept her close my entire life, but in that moment, when she needed me, I couldn’t keep her safe. For that, my love. I’m sorry - I hope you can forgive me.”
From behind his back, Stefan had drawn the dream-catcher onto the casket before him, finally letting his tears take over as he cried once more. Damon ushered him away from the podium and let the others give their speeches as he comforted his brother.
After the funeral, Stefan was never the same, he went back to the brooding vampire he had been before he met you. He rarely spoke and chose to instead divulge his problems in alcohol rather than human interaction.
Months had passed, but Stefan was never the same. Your death had shaken him to the core and Damon worried that Stefan would never come to terms with your murder. He feared that Stefan would continue to be the broken soul he had become. Stefan knew that Damon was trying to help, however, Stefan was haunted by too many demons and his soul could never be repaired. The torn pieces of his heart were so mangled that no stitch could ever pull them back together. Stefan knew he was broken, and he knew that the only thing that could repair those fragile pieces was if he was reunited with you.
So when Bonnie discovered that there was a way to kill Katherine Pierce by keeping her in hell and letting the hellfire consume her as Bonnie destroyed it, Stefan knew what he had to do.
Stefan entered the empty cavern of the tunnels, letting his eyes fall upon Katherine and Damon as they argued.
“You’re bluffing,” Katherine replied, a smug smile falling upon her lips.
Before Damon had the chance to respond, Stefan spoke up, alerting the two as they argued, “No, he’s not. And neither am I.” Stefan took careful steps into the cavern, letting the two watch him as he maneuvered his way closer.
“I got this handled, bro,” Damon muttered, eyes wide as he takes in Stefan. It was the first time in a long while that Stefan had gotten involved in one of the “adventures” that the Mystic Falls group tended to attract. “You need to get out of these tunnels,” Damon continues.
Stefan shakes his head, “I’m not the one who’s going to get out of here - you are.”
“Bad time to be a martyr, Stefan,” Damon growls.
“Said the martyr,” Stefan quickly retorts.
Katherine turns and tries to make her way towards the exit, “I’m going to let the two if you figure this out amongst yourselves.” She steps closer to the exist of the tunnels but is stopped when Damon draws his hand back and lets the knife fly, hitting Katherine in the back. She is immediately subdued, falling to the ground where both Damon and Stefan know she won’t be rising from anytime soon.
Damon steps forward the confront his brother, “Fine, then we will both go.”
“Somebody needs to stay here and make sure she’s actually in hell when it’s destroyed,” Stefan replies.
“I’m aware,” Damon speaks, cutting Stefan off as he tries to speak, “tell Elena that I did this for her, to pay for my past mistakes.”
Stefan shakes his head, “You can tell her yourself. I need to do this Damon. I owe it to Bonnie and Enzo - I owe it to a lot of people.”
Damon shakes of the hint at your name, instead choosing to try to convince Stefan out of his suicide mission, “I can’t let you die here, Stefan.”
“Yes,” Stefan nods, “you are.”
“Are you seriously going to sit here and argue with me about who needs this redemption more?” Damon cries, “You’re not responsible for Enzo, Stefan!”
Stefan feels a weight in his heart as he replies, “You keep saying that but you’re wrong! We are all responsible for our own actions. Every drop of blood that I have spilled, I am accountable for.”
Damon paces back and forth as Stefan attempts to convince him, trying to wrap his head around his brother’s logic. “Then I’m accountable too, and I have spilled even more!”
“Damon, I’m human. In sixty years I’m going to be old and I’m going to be dead. You have quite literally an eternity with Elena ahead of you-”
“Which means a lot less without you!” Damon cries.
“Do you think I want this? I lost the love of my life, my wife is dead and she is waiting for me to come home to her. In the nearly two centuries since I made you become a vampire, I have fought to turn you into the man who deserves the happiness that is out there right now. Damon, I can’t have that happiness because [Y/N] is already gone. I can’t be happy until she is back by my side once more, Damon,” Stefan cries, tears welling in his eyes as he recalls the woman he loved. His heart, although torn and broken, could be restrung if he had the chance to see his wife again.
“No,” Damon whispers, his focus not completely in the conversation as he remembers his sister-in-law.
“So let me do this for you,” Stefan whispers.
“Then let me do this for me,” Stefan cries. It had been too long since he had seen you and that separation was beginning to tear him apart from the inside. It wasn’t just your death that lingered over him, it was the guilt of not saving you and the horror of having no way to bring you back. He may have been human now, but there was no life for him unless you were in it. There was no purpose of living unless you were living.
“Please,” Stefan whispers.
Damon’s body shakes as he takes a moment to think. His body hurting as he thinks of what he is going to do next, knowing that Stefan will never forgive him, “I love you, little brother.”
“I love you too.”
Damon steps forward, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder shaking his head as he speaks, “And you’re right - you are human. Which is why I can do this.” Salty tears begin to roll down his eyes as he speaks his next words, his pupils widening as he compels his little brother, “Go, walk out of these tunnels and you are not going to stop until my death breaks the compulsion,” Stefan struggles against his brother, pleading for him to stop so that he can finally be reunited with his wife, “Because I am the big brother. I’m sorry I wasn’t better at it until now.”
The two brothers cry as Damon compels his brother to escape the tunnels, not knowing that Stefan was already on vervain. Stefan lets out a teary-eyed smile as he turns and emotionlessly leaves the tunnels with a heavy-heart and a mission in his mind.
Minutes later, Damon is holding Katherine in front of the tunnels, waiting for the hellfire to consume them. Katherine struggles, attempting to break free of his strong hold. However, before the fire reaches them, Damon is stabbed by a syringe of Stefan’s blood, transferring the cure to his body. Stefan lets the syringe hit the floor as Damon looks up at his brother in shock before Stefan throws his body out of the way of the hellfire.
Stefan grabs ahold of Katherine, knowing that he will be dead soon because he no longer has the cure running through his veins. He drags her body back into the tunnel as she cries out for him to stop.
“Stefan, please,” Katherine cries.
He ignores her plea and pierces the dagger into her heart before turning to his brother who lays unconscious on the floor, “Goodbye brother,” he whispers. Stefan then turns his head back to the tunnel before him and allows the fire to consume him body, his last thoughts being of his beautiful wife who he would be seeing soon.
Stefan lets his hand fall away from Elena’s, making his way towards the doors before him. Anticipation fills his every movement as he moves closer. It had been too long since he had seen you, since he had been able to touch you or even speak to you. It may not have been an eternity but, God, did it feel like it.
Letting the light take over his figure, his eyes adjust against the harsh, bright sun as he steps into the parking lot. His eyes scan the area until they land on one figure. One figure who has his breath taken away the moment his eyes land on her. Before he even gets a chance to do anything, tears are overtaking his vision and he lets out a watery smile.
“I told you that I would always have you by my side, my dream catcher,” you let out. Your body is leaning against Stefan’s old car, arms crossed over your chest as you admire the love of your life. On the inside, your body is buzzing with excitement - he’s here, he’s actually here. It takes all the strength you have in your body to not rush over to him immediately,
Stefan laughs softly, “And that’s where I’ll be for the rest of my days.”
His words are all it takes for you to rush over to him, you’re feet moving as quickly as you can. You are taken into his arms, his biceps crushing you into his chest, where he buries his face in your hair. You cry out, letting your arms wind around his waist as you softly cry, letting out little hiccups as you try to laugh. Taking in his scent, your throat makes a happy noise as you bury your nose in his chest. “I love you,” you whimper, “I love you so much.”
Stefan lets a few of his tears drip onto your hair, “I love you too.”
And then he’s placing his lips onto yours, lifting you by your hips as he spins you around in circles. You let out a few giggles as you twirl with his strong arms embracing you. His lips are as soft as you remember and his kiss feels as though it’s brightening your soul. In reality, your kiss is stitching back the pieces of Stefan’s broken heart. Those torn and mangles pieces that had been in his heart for so long were finally being repaired. He could feel his heart becoming lighter as he tilted his head, letting his lips slot against yours once more.
When he brings his head back, he buries his face in your neck letting out a happy laugh that he had not made in a while. It doesn’t take long before he places his hand on your cheek, admiring the way you gaze into his eyes. He watches as you place your hand over his own, his eyes sparkling as you smile. His eyes fall upon the wedding bands on both your fingers, his heart ringing as he is finally reunited with his wife.
They bury his body in the tomb next to yours, hoping that if they were close here, they would be close in whatever afterlife they end up in.
Damon stands in front of the two headstones, letting memories of his two best friends wash over him for one last time. He turns his head as Caroline enters the room, watching as she approaches him.
“Do you think they found peace?” Damon whispers.
“Together?” Caroline replies, “yeah, they definitely found peace together.”