Blood-Glazed Love Story

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Angel gazed at the pacing Salvatore with a placid expression.

"You're going to ruin your hero hair, if you keep running your fingers through it," she determined, her tone leaking with chilling dullness.

"How can you be so calm," he growled, glaring a the blonde in disbelief. "Do you not understand? Your sister, your own twin, is turning into a vampire. Her human life is gone!"

"I understand perfectly," she hummed, her eyes gazing around blankly, never truly consuming her surroundings.

"How did this happen?"

"I did it." She wasn't going to lie about her actions. Angel was not trying to hide anything; there was no need for her to pretend to be good. Everyone had already formed a solid opinion about her, and she knew it would be a waste of her time trying to convince them that she was everything they doubted she was. No, Angel did what had to be done. She did what everyone was too weak to do. Was she cruel, evil, and sick? Maybe. But she didn't regret doing this to her sister. Life was about sacrifice, and she knew that Elena would rather it be this was than the other option. She did Elena a favor. She did not let the unavoidable death of her sister drag out. Hell, she even spared Stefan the pain of trying to convince her sister to remain human, or switch to a vampire. Angel was okay with making the choices that others were too faint-hearted to make; she was okay with being the villain. She had taken the role on in every lifetime she lived; why would this one be any different?

Stefan's eyes widened in disbelief, as crudely-hidden disgust crept throughout his body. "What..you.." He shook his head. This wasn't right. He didn't know the woman leaning against the wall. She was a stranger with a familiar face. "You murdered your own sister? How could you? That's..that's..."

"Sick? Twisted? Psychotic?"

He glared at her. "Yes, Angel. It's so..wrong. How could you kill your own twin?"

A low, mocking laugh slid passed her lips. "Be careful, sweetie. My sister will be able to open her eyes again; was your father ever able to do so?"

Stefan froze. She was dead by then, so she couldn't know about his first fatal sin. She shouldn't know.

"Oh, but I do know, Stefan. I know about everything, and, because I know about everything, I was able to make a choice. Death is coming, and by stripping Elena of her mortality, I was able to save multiple lives."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Angel bit her lip. It was not her place to inform Stefan of the Originals existence, and she definitely wasn't obliged to do so. She had done her part in protecting her family; she had no need to protect the Salvatores. "Just keep your eyes open."

Stefan chocked out a humorless laugh. "Keep my eyes open? Angel, who are you? Where's the girl that would skip through the streams, chasing after the fish?  Where's the girl that would hide her smile with her hair? The girl that would throw pebbles at mine and Damon's windows at midnight, so we could all escape reality?  The girl who held Damon after Father's beatings and wiped my tears away after every night of continuing nightmares? Where is she?" Stefan stared at Angel with desperate intensity, silently begging her to show the limited emotions she once wore.

Angel simply raised a brow, clearly unaffected by Stefan's words. "She died, Salvatore. Quit searching for a dead girl." Angel brought a hand over her mouth, as she yawned. A loud gasp interrupted the argument.

Elena looked around the room in confusion. "What's happening," she groaned.

Stefan gazed a Angel expectantly, while Angel rolled her eyes at him. "You're in transition," she spoke replied, nonchalantly. 

Elena's eyes widened and began to water. "What? No, no I'm not," she denied. Her shoulders shook with uncontrolled sobs. Elena didn't want this. She wanted a future with children and a career. She wanted a normal life, and she could never have that now. "How could this happen?"

"Stefan, give is a minute."

Stefan looked at Angel with uncertainty. Could he trust his girlfriend with her killer? Angel noticed his hesitance and shot him a small, insincere smile. That was all it took to persuade the ex-ripper to wait on the porch and give the sisters privacy.

"I am the one responsible for this," Angel declared.

Elena shook her head. She should be in disbelief, but, in all honesty, she wasn't. Elena believed her sister was capable of genocide. Angel was psychotic. Something was wrong with her. That's how it had always been. "I should be surprised," she cried, "but I'm not. Do you know how horrible that is, Angel? Why would you do this? You've ruined my life!"

Angel listened with detached care. "It was bound to happen."

"That's all you can say? Are you serious!" Tears coursed down the brunette's cheeks. "Why the hell did you do this to me," she yelled.

Angel's eyes turned cold, as she began to feel the hate that crept into Elena's aura. "You may not understand why right now, but you will soon. It was for the best, Elena."

"You have no right to say that!"

"Fine," the blonde relented. There was no point in arguing with her distraught sister. She wasn't going to ask Elena to trust her because she knew trust was never a factor in their relationship, and it definitely was not now.

"Are you even sorry?"

Angel sighed. "I'm sorry that there was no other way."

Elena released an angry breath. "Stefan! Stefan, I don't want to be here with her!"

Stefan hurried into the room, looking between his girlfriend and Angel. "Come on, Elena. Let's go."

Angel watched, as Elena latched onto Stefan's arm, then sped away with him. Angel's cool gaze flickered to the floorboard above her chess set. Silently setting up the pieces, she sighed. The golden-eyed kings were now surrounding the queen.

She laughed bleakly, as her phone buzzed.

From: B

We're here.

Rebekah was always such a doll. Angel and her had a strong friendship when the Mikaelsons were human, and, after the vampire had discovered about Angel's reincarnation situation, she had made it a point to keep in contact with the Petrova. 

A knock caused the blonde to purse her lips. She calmly put away her board, and walked towards the door. She was greeted with a charming smile, gleaming eyes, and a bouquet of dicentra flowers. They were her favorite flowers.

"Hello, love. It's been a long time."

"Hello, Kol Mikaelson."

They stood in silence. He hadn't seen her, since he was a newly turned. She was dead, when he left his village, and he was...unavailable when she was with the doppelgänger vampire. He believed her name was Katerina.

"You look beautiful, darling."

She raised a brow, clearly unimpressed.

"These are for you." He held out the bouquet with a grin.

"Wow, thanks. Are these supposed to mean something, though?"

"They are your favorite."

"Yes, I assume you got your information from Elijah. He was always the flower-giving type." She gazed at him placidly, and watched as his features clouded with possessiveness. Kol hated sharing what he claimed as his; however, Angel wasn't someone's thing. Angel wasn't a possession. No, she was a ghost, and no one could own a ghost.

He shrugged. He definitely was not going to admit it, even though it was the truth.

"You know," she began, "dicentras have another name. Bleeding hearts. Did you bring them to me on purpose? Are they supposed to mean something?"

Kol froze, and she stared on in mild interest, as waves of guilt flickered through his veins. Kol stood shocked, while he experienced the first feeling of true emotions in the past few centuries. Angel had this effect on people.

"Are they a reminder of the time you ripped my fucking heart out, Kol? And I do mean that quite literally."

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