Tatia carefully ascended the stairs into the attic where a coffin was safely tucked away¡inside her sleeping friend. It seemed odd at times that she'd befriended the long lost daughter of the very woman responsible for so much of her pain but perhaps it was the reason they had bonded in the first place. While their stories were different both had things taken from them by Esther Mikaelson.
At the top of the stairs she opened the door quietly entering the attic even though there was no chance of waking Freya. Her brown eyes roaming over the various boxes as she gracefully navigated her way toward the back checking to make sure nothing was disturbed.
She found it simple enough to prevent others of her kind from entering the townhouse as all that was required was for the name on the deed to be that of a living person making an invitation required. Choosing someone for this responsibility was a simple enough task as for a little more than three decades she'd had the privilege of calling the Bennett family her friends.
Her trip to the small town of Mystic Falls where long ago her home once stood was a shocking experience as nothing had been the same. Thoughts of that place often brought her mind back to a set of brothers she¡¯d been torn between centuries ago.?She stepped up to the coffin carefully raising its lid then closing it back upon seeing her friend still fast asleep. It might be a long shot but she still hoped the Bennetts might one day be able to help her remedy Freya¡¯s little Dahlia problem.?
She turned making her way out of the attic descending the stairs at a leisurely pace while thoughts briefly turned to the Huntress she'd managed to form an alliance of sorts with not long after the founding families had rounded up all the vampires during her stay in Mystic Falls just over three decades ago. Few of her kind could claim as much when it came to Rayna Cruz as usually she'd just kill them.?
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Forty years ago, Rayna Cruz set herself on a path to revenge with a visit to the shamans though she hadn't been completely prepared for all the ways in which their magic would change her. For the most part she was given certain attributes they deemed necessary for the job at hand which was all well and good but it also did something to her mind.
Since that night she was left with this unrelenting drive that never afforded her a moments peace or the chance to enjoy the simple things in life that so many took for granted. In the beginning it had been a struggle learning to curb that desire and not kill for the sake of killing when it came to vampires.?
Perhaps it all started with meeting a woman named Tatia Petrova who through both word and deed had shown her that not all of her kind were monsters to be put down. It was that chance encounter that led to an odd sort of friendship, if one could label it as such, and a slight change in her way of thinking.
She sat quietly in one of the chairs found in the parlor with her sword easily within reach in spite of knowing that only vampires invited inside by the Bennett witch could gain access to their home. It still messed with her mind a bit that she'd chosen to live under the same roof as one whose kind she wished to eradicate.
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Tatia moved through the hallways until she reached another set of stairs gracefully descending them as well then heading into the parlor where the huntress was seated. At times their interactions were relaxed, almost friendly, and others the tension was almost palpable.?
She wondered if the other woman's motives for traveling with her stemmed from some desire to protect the others from her. It was entirely possible even though at one time she had conceded that she was hardly the ¡®worst of the worst¡¯ which was the sort the huntress preferred having at the end of her sword.?
(ooc: reposting this¡part two coming soon.)
Kat