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Her words come out surprisingly cooler than she feels. There hadn’t been any bodies to tell the tales of what he had done but the blood was still a mark of his carnage. And that trail had led her right to him and to a vampire who had no fault in her death, whose probably only crime was that he fell into the wrong crowd. The death she offered him was a swift mercy. Others to come would face no such kindness.

Soft green eyes take in his wild, disheveled appearance. Maybe she should let him believe she isn’t alive. Torture what is left of his soul. Madeline had died because of him. He was as much responsible for his death as all of those he had killed if not perhaps more so. She should hate him. And yet if it weren’t for one hybrid none of this would have happened either. So then again none of this was this fault or anybody who had carried out his orders. Maddy only blamed one person.

The back of her hand moves before one can even blink to make contact with his cheek, hoping to bring him out of the daze he is in and back to reality. “I’m not a trick of a witch. Or a hybrid’s doing.” Her hand falling back down by it’s side although she half wanted to soothe the temporary mark she had caused. “I’m the same woman who promised to love you till death do we part and for as long as we both shall live.”

Despite his steely countenance, the male struggled to take a breath. It was as if an invisible hand were crushing his windpipe in an iron fist. It had always felt real like this in his dreams– Madeline would show up in the middle of a deserted alley, fire in her eyes… like an echo of the troubled being she had been when their relationship had first begun. Upon reflection, emotionless sex was not the best foundation for a future– for a marriage – so they had always been converging on this moment. Her anguished death, and his torturous life.

His jaw grew taunt at her touch, and he found his fingers aching to return the favor. Jeremy had been driven by vengeance for days, he’d yet to sleep, and all it took was one gentle gesture from a love lost… The strength began to evaporate from his legs, threatening to drive the vampire to his knees. Anyone with half a brain could see the trick a mile away, and yet there was something inside him crying out.

“No,” he barely shook his head, reinforcing the wall around his emotions. “My wife is dead because the hybrid coward couldn’t be bothered to take me out himself. Look around,” the former hunter gestured with a hand to the barren street, taking a daunting step forward. “–I kill his army, and he still cannot come after me. Time and time again, he went after me through the one person I loved.– to draft me to his side, to coerce me to stay. The biggest and baddest of all, kills an innocent bystander to punish me–” He was practically hovering over her now with his imposing height, finally addressing her directly. “–You are not real. You are nothing more than Klaus Mikaelson’s pathetic latest attempt to make me toe the line. And now I know how I’m going to die– driving a white oak stake into his heart.”

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diablesetanges  maremy verse  the lord is testing me  jeremy: u claim to be madeline but u didnt show up kicking my ass  jeremy: sounds fake as hell to me  
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