I'M SO FREAKING SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING school has been eating me alive and my computer was fucked up and my life is fucked up and i've been fucking camping and oh my god just forgive me

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And Dawn knows exactly what is going on in Elena's life and Stefan's and the others, Kol & Rebekah filled her in because bitches know everything

And I rewrote chapter four a bit, she now didn't tell elena her last name only first

And for the people who are confused: Dawn wants this to go fast, so she did that pen thing so she could get elena to know she was a witch and she has to act like that she didn't want her to know blah blah blah whatever you'll probably get it

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Kai Parker's Point of view:

Prison World May 4th 1994

I knew there was a reason. A reason why I felt so drawn to Mystic Falls.

Because I wasn't alone.

I have been here four months, and it's absoulutely hilarious to see how much Bonnie and Damon hate each other. They disagree with each other about everything, they bicker 24/7 and they keep glaring at each other.

I was sitting in the grocery store. I had discovered some intersting things about Bonnie and Damon; Bonnie Bennett was a witch, a very powerful one, and Damon Salvatore was a vampire. I've heard the name Salvatore a lot actually, I've heard my dad say it a lot of times, but I can't remember what he was talking about.

To get out of this hellhole, I need the Ascendant (check), Bennett blood and some magic. Now that Bonnie was here, I actually have a shot to get out of here, and go to Dawn.

I can't stop thinking about her. I didn't get to say goodbye. I saw her running towards me as I was sent to the prison world, but we couldn't touch each other. I could see the worried look on her face, and I tried talking to her but I don't think she heard me.

I didn't get to say goodbye.

She probably hates me. She loved Joey, Marcus, Violet and Veronica. I killed them, and I took away four of her friends.

She hates me.

She's soon fourty years old now. She's probably married to a wonderful, non-psycopath man. She probably have kids. She once told me she wanted three kids; two boys and one girl. She wanted to learn the boys to be gentleman's, and learn them to respect women. She wanted to learn her babygirl to be confident, and not to be afraid of defending herself. She also said that, whoever and however the kids were, she would still love them.

Those thoughts keeps haunting me. I don't want her to be with another man, or have kids with someone else. I don't want her to be with anyone else than me. That sounds so selfish, but I can't help it. But at the same time, I really hope she's not using eighteen valuable years of her life to grief. I hope she's living her life, doing what she loves and chasing her dreams.

She's the love of my life, and I wish her the best.

But at the same time, I can't.

"We need strawberries." I suddenly hear. What? Who the hell needs strawberries?

"I know it's been awhile, but you couldn't do magic as an anchor, so I'm curious what momentary lapse reason makes you think you can do it now?" I hear, and who else could it be than Damon and Bonnie?

I just leaned back in the chair I was sitting in, grabbing my bag of pork rinds. Now was the time they would see me. I had a plan; Bonnie was having a hard time with her magic, since apperantly she was the anchor of the other side? I don't know. If I could make her mad, she would be able to do magic out of rage. It worked for Dawn, maybe it will work for her too.

Okay, how long did I have to wait for them to come to the liqour aisle? I mean, Damon drinks a lot of bourbon, shouldn't he be coming here soon?

And it would be perfect if he did so, because I have put vervain in the bottles.

Dawn Mikaelson's Point of view:

Real world

When the class finished, I gathered all of my things, stuffed it in my bag and rushed out of the room. I wanted her to know I was a witch, but I also had to pretend that I didn't want her to know.

It was complicated.

I was walking really fast, and I knew that Elena was following me.

I stormed out of the building, and took a deep breathe. I stopped walking, and I knew she was right behind me.

"Dawn?" I heard her say, and I turned around, facing her.

I pressed my lips. "Are you a witch?" She asked.

"Are you a vampire?" I asked, crossing my arms.

The confused look on her face faded. She grabbed my arm, and dragged me to a place with less people. I didn't even bother to fight back. I wanted her to know, so things could go faster, and I wanted to get on her good side, so I could know stuff. God, if only compulsion could have worked on witches, Rebekah would have compelled Jo to tell everything she knows about the prison world, and I could maybe have been with Kai sooner.

"How do you know that?" She said, her eyes widened. She kept looking around her, to check that people weren't listening.

"Please, I'm a witch. I know things like that. " I said, fake smiling at her. "And besides, I've heard of you. The last living Petrova Doppelgänger." I just had to make up something fast.

"Can we talk?" She said, looking really stressed out. "In private? In my dorm?"

"Sure." I said slowly, and following her.

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She found interest in me immediatly when she found out I was a witch, which can only mean one thing; she needs me for something.

She sat down on her bed. "I've been going through a lot of stuff." She began talking, and I sat down on the other bed. "My boyfriend died, and another witch gave me these special. herbs so I can see him again. Can you fix me some?" She asked, rubbing her temple, but she seemed really stressed.

"What kind of herbs?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. It must be Damon, Kol told me that he and her bestfriend, Bonnie died when the other side collapsed.

"I-I-I'm not sure, but they helped me see him again." She said, trying to smile, but failing. I know what she's going through; I felt the exact way when Kai went away. I knew exactly what kind of herbs she was talking about. Marissa had this herb-garden. She used to grow all kind of herbs. But the side effects of psychotropics herbs are not good, and I need Elena to be stable.

"Elena." I said, actually feeling sad for her. All she wanted was to see her one true love again. "The side effects of them isn't worth it. I can't." I said.

"But I need to see him." She said, raising her voice.

"Elena. Stop it." I said. "They won't hide the fact that he's dead." I looked down at my fingers.

Tears began filling her eyes. "He doesn't need to be!" She yelled, and threw a glass of water on the wall.

I jumped as I heard the glass shatter into pieces, bringing back old memories.

Tears were now streaming down her face. "Just-Just fix me the god damn herbs!" She screamed, and I felt a tear drop on my cheek. It wasn't fun to watch someone falling apart, trust me, I know.

"Elena, he's dead." I said, and I brought my hand to my face and wiped the tear away.

Elena's knees dropped down to the ground, and she was sitting on the floor with her hands covering her face as she cried. She was crying so loud. It was like she has been ignoring the fact that Damon is dead, and now she just realized that he actually is dead. It was like seeing myself.

After ten minutes with looking at Elena crying and screaming, I broke the 'silence'. "My boyfriend died too." I blurted out.

Elena lifted her head up from her hands. "What?"

I needed her to trust me.

"A few years ago, he was killed by someone. I've spent alot of time thinking about how I could get him back to life, but I guess I'm not strong enough." I said. If only she knew the truth. I've spent 18 years of my life trying to figure out how to get him out of there, with my dad disagreeing, it was hella hard. And I was strong enough. Hell, I'm probably one of the strongest out there.

Her confused face was replaced with a sympathetic one. "Oh my god." She said, shaking her head. "I-I had no idea."

I never liked to talk about him, it just reminded me of that terrible day. 

"Well, you're not alone. And you don't need to go through this alone. Only if you want to." I said, talking fast and stuttering a bit between the sentences.

A smile grew on her face. "I'd liked that."

I wasn't nervous anymore. I breathed out relieved, Elena was so simple to talk to.

She sat on the bed I was sitting on, and leaned her back against the wall. I turned my body to her. "I really had no one to talk to after he died, and If somebody would even take the time to talk to me, maybe I wouldn't have been so.. maybe it would have been easier." I said. I really didn't have friends. When Joshua sent me out of Portland, that was the day my life ended. That was the day I dropped out of college, lost contact with all of my friends and the day my boyfriend died. My life has been on hold for eighteen years now. The only way I will get my life back is to get Kai back.

"Yeah. I don't really have anybody to talk to. My bestfriend Caroline is so judgemental when it comes to Damon, I don't feel comfortable talking to her about him." She said, and crossed her legs.

I smiled at her. "How was Damon like?"

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"Are you sure you're okay?" Kol asked me for the fifth time.

I sighed loudly. "Yes! I'm fine." I yelled back in the phone.

"Okay, just making sure my little gem is alright." He said. 

I chuckled. "Right." I smiled, even though he couldn't see me. I loved uncle Kol, he was so protective over me.

"What did you do today then?" He asked.

"Uhm, I got to know Elena Gilbert and her darkest secrets, from herself." I said. 

"That's good!" He cheered into the phone.

"Yeah." I chuckled.

A silence fell over us. I couldn't stop smiling. Even though I feel bad for using Elena, I can't stop thinking about that I'm one step closer to see Kai.

"It's thanksgiving in two days." He broke the silence.

"I know." I said quietly. Every year, my dad throws a huge dinner with the whole family and whoever they are bringing. "Elena Gilbert invited me to eat with them."

"Well, are you?"

"I don't know." I said. 

"Come on, maybe it'll be fun."

"Ha, yes probably." I rolled my eyes.

"I talked to Elijah." He said.

I nodded slowly. "And?"

"He told me that Klaus was furious."

"Why should I care?" I groaned.

"Because he is your dad! I know you are mad at him, for what I don't know, but don't take your family for granted. You don't want to loose your relationship with your dad, trust me." He said. "I have to go, love you."

The phone was dead silent.

I threw my phone on the other side of the bed, and looked up at the ceiling. Kol was right; I did not want my relationship with my dad to end up like theirs did, but at the moment I couldn't stand his face.

Maybe I should go to the dinner, after all, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.

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Sorry for the sucky ending but hey ily