A Long Time Ago

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"Angel, be more gentle," Tatiana pled, while the blonde tightly braided her sister's hair.

"I'm being as gentle as I can," the blonde responded robotically, seeming completely concentrated on the last few twists of the braid.

Tatiana sat still for a few more minutes before smiling. "I can't wait for today."

"Well, I wouldn't expect anything else. You are going on an outting with the great Elijah Mikaelson."

Tatiana quietly laughed, while a dazed look flickered through her eyes.

"Finished!" Angel clapped her hands. "And now I release you out into the wild!"

Tatia glanced at Angel with a grin. "You are indescribably odd, my dear sister."

"Just go! Tell me how it turns out."

"A lady does not kiss and tell."

"Who ever said you were a lady?"

Tatia playfully glared at her twin. "Goodbye, Angelikah."

Angel grimaced in disgust. "Just go."

She watched amusedly, as her twin flounced out the door, and she leaned against the doorway, making sure that Tatiana was safe with Elijah. She always made sure her sisters were safe.

As she looked away, her gleaming eyes caught sight of a glaring Niklaus. He was obviously hurt and angry about Tatiana's day plans, and Angel pitied the blue-eyed man. With a sweet smile, she snuck behind Niklaus before pouncing on his back.

"Guess who," she demanded.

"Really, Angel?" He sounded exasperated, but the glimmer of joy in his voice was still noticable.

"How did you know it was me," she pouted, while still clinging to his back.

He simply laughed, while shifting her into a more secure position.

"So," the blonde began, while placing her head on top of his, "want to go to the lake?"

A sad smile graced his lips. That was where she always took him when he was upset or angry. It seemed as if she knew him better than he knew himself. "I would love to."

The blonde girl grinned, as he began to rush away from the disapproving stares of the villagers. The two snickered, while the leaves of the emerald trees brushed against their  faces, and the sun's heat softly danced against their skin.

"Ha! You're as fast as a wolf, darling!"

Niklaus chuckled, while setting the girl down. The two dropped to the ground before slipping off their shoes and setting their feet into the cool water and laying against the dewy grass.

"Speaking of wolves," Niklaus began, "I was thinking about bring Henrik to watch them."

Angel's brows furrowed. "Why would you do that? It sounds dangerous."

Niklaus shrugged. "He has a fascination with the creatures."

"I think you would be better off carving him a picture of a wolf than bringing him to them. It's not wise."

"Possibly," Niklaus agreed, but his mind was already set on going.

"So, my sister," Angel began, bluntly.

The blue-eyed man cringed. "What about her?"

"Oh, come on. She's the entire reason we came here."

"It was not to spend time together? I'm truly hurt, Angel. Truly hurt--"

The blonde huffed. "Oh, don't act so idiotic. We both know you care for her."

He remained silent for a few seconds, before his eyes glazed over and a dopey smile glazed his lips. "I love her. I believe she is the one I want to wed."

A humored snort came from Angel, before she quickly cleared her throat.

He glared at her, offended by her response. "So I bare my heart to you then you laugh at my feelings?"

"No, no," she began, quickly shaking her head, while resting a hand on his arm. "I wasn't laughing at your emotions. The way you adore my sister is utterly beautiful."

"Then what was it that you found so amusing?" His lips remained in a thin line. He obviously did not believe her.

A rugged sigh seeped from Angel. "What does love have to do with marriage?"

"Well, obviously everything!"

The girl shook her head. "I suppose it should be that way."

"I'm glad we agree. That's how marriage is."

"No, I said that is how marriage should be. I never said that is how it is. "

"What is the difference?"

"Everything," she muttered.

He laughed. "What do you know, anyway?"

The girl's eyes gazed at the darkening clouds. "Nothing," she whispered, "absolutely nothing."

Another dull silence glistened over the pair.

"A storm is coming," she spoke up.

"I guess we should head back," he stated in a sad tone. He was starting to feel better. Angel was always a good distraction.

"Wait," she replied, while grasping his arm and pulling him back down.

"Why?" He covered his head, as the water began to soak through the branches and pour on them. "Angel! We are going to get drenched!"

"Just lay down," she shouted over the roar of thunder and rain.

He watched in complete confusion, as his best friend laid on the ground with her eyes closed and a bitter smile on her lips. Her arms and legs were splayed out, as if she were reaching for something that was forever out of her grasp.

He slowly followed her lead. "What are we doing," he asked.

"Is it not obvious?"

He huffed. Nothing Angel did was ever obvious.

She wretchedly laughed. "Washing away our sins, darling. We're washing away our sins."

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Present Day
Warning! Suicidal mentions ahead.

Angel licked her lips before taking a deep drag of her cigarette. Her legs dangled off the edge of a cliff, while her dark eyes watched as the waves below hissed and crashed against each other.

"I knew I would find you here."

The girl rolled her eyes at the deep voice of Stefan, then she groaned at the sound of the older one's.

"Correction: we knew that we would find you here. You can't take all the credit, bro."

"Seriously, Damon?"

"I'm just reminding you of manners."

"Go away."

"Is everything a joke to you?"

"Of course it is. I believe I have made that pretty clear."

"Go away."

"Damon."

"Stefan."

"GO THE FUCK AWAY!"

The two brothers quickly shot their gazes away from each other and towards the annoyed Petrova.

"You need to work on your language," Damon replied, while sitting down on one side of her. "Stefan, sit on the other side," he commanded in a sarcastically sweet voice, as if he were speaking to a child.

The younger brother rolled his eyes, but sat down.

"I'm busy," she commented. It was apparent that her mind was not fully with them. It was wondering off somewhere, drifting throughout the darkness that Angel had been drowned in.

"Doing what," Damon mocked, "hanging out with your many, many friends?"

"Ignore him, Angel," Stefan huffed.

Damon smiled snidely at his brother.

"I'm watching," she whispered, while her eyes continued to gaze at the turbulent water.

"Watching what," Stefan asked, while both his and his brother's orbs shifted towards the lake below them.

"Death."

The Salvatores gaped. They seemed to be left speechless.

"So, is this death guy, like, a friend of yours?"

Stefan looked at his brother in exasperation. 

"You could say that," she laughed. She actually laughed, and Damon's chest swelled with pride at the accomplishment of a seemingly impossible task. "Death is not my enemy, nor a stranger. We have had too many encounters for us to be on such a standard basis."

"You sound just as crazy as the night you did when you told us about your reincarnation thing," Damon scoffed.

"Crazy? No."

"Sure," the raven-haired man dragged out, which resulted in a harsh smack from Stefan.

"Do you want to die?" Her question threw both of them off. She took their silence as an answer an continued.

"Every living creature on this world is controlled by a fight-or-flight response. You can crave death with all of your heart, but when you string that noose around your neck and push off the chair, your body naturally fights to live. Your nails dig into your throat, as you desperately try to free yourself from the harsh grip of the it."

The girl licked her lips again, while taking another drag before flicking the bud into the lake. "When you thrust yourself off of a cliff, you naturally claw at the air, trying to latch onto anything that would be able to aid in the avoidance of elimination."

"What are you getting at," Stefan asked.

"I don't have that instinct. I do not know if I'm really living. Sometimes I begin to wonder if Death and I have become so close that we share his title."

They sat quietly, and three different sets of eyes stared at the angry water.

"It's about to rain," Stefan said, while switching his gaze up to the gray sky.

Angel sighed, while leaning back to lay against the ground with her legs still hanging over the ledge. 

"What are you doing," Damon asked, as he stared at her still form.

Rain began to slowly pour down, and the two brothers watched silently as Angel basked in the liquid that pelted against her skin.

"Isn't it obvious," she began, "I'm washing away my sins."

A bitter thought drifted through her mind.

'I can never wash away my sins.'

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