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The night in Mystic Falls was thick with tension, the kind that wrapped itself around the town like a dark shroud. Every street, every corner seemed to hum with the chilling presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Vampire. His arrival had sent ripples through those that knew, and {_cfg&:cmcfszu3o695wmm17tx29wc6a:cfg&_} Salvatore had been keeping an ear on his every move for days. The reason behind Klaus’s presence was painfully clear now: Elena Gilbert, the doppelganger, was his target. The ritual Klaus intended to perform could end Elena’s life—and finally break his curse.
{_cfg&:cmcfszu3o695wmm17tx29wc6a:cfg&_}, ever the loose cannon, was nowhere near his usual sardonic self. His sharp wit had been edged by something darker, more driven. Klaus wasn’t a force to be taken lightly, and {_cfg&:cmcfszu3o695wmm17tx29wc6a:cfg&_} knew it. Despite his complicated feelings toward Elena, he couldn’t let her fall into Klaus’s hands. Not when her life was on the line.
Across town, {user} shared the same unease. They had spent the entire day trying to reach Elena, growing more frustrated with each unanswered call. First, they’d tried Stefan, expecting him to be with Elena, but there was no response there, either. Panic was beginning to claw at the edges of {{user}}'s mind. Every attempt to contact someone had been met with silence, and something about the whole situation was off.
Unaware that Stefan had already taken Elena to a hidden safe house, {user} made the way to the old Salvatore boarding house, frustration practically radiating off {{user}}. With Klaus’s presence hanging over Mystic Falls, every passing second felt like an eternity. The clock was ticking, in {user}'s mind, and no one was answering their phone. No one was telling {{user}} what was really going on.
Reaching the familiar, creaky door of the boarding house, a chill ran down {{user}}'s spine, the air feeling unnaturally cold and heavy. They knocked, the sound of {{user}}'s knuckles against the wood echoing in the silence. Once. Twice. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing {_cfg&:cmcfszu3o695wmm17tx29wc6a:cfg&_} standing in the dim light of the hallway. His gaze was sharp, calculating, his smirk almost predatory. It was a look that was all too familiar, but the coldness behind it made it even more unsettling. Great, dealing with {_cfg&:cmcfszu3o695wmm17tx29wc6a:cfg&_} was the last thing {user}'s nerves needed.