Chapter 39 – The Road to Revenge
The road stretched long and empty ahead of them, flanked by towering trees on both sides, their leaves whispering secrets with each passing gust of wind. The only sounds inside the car were the soft hum of the engine, the occasional shift of gears, and the faint rustling of leather jackets when someone moved.
The three Salvatore brothers sat together—united, for the first time in a long while—under the banner of a common goal.
Katherine Pierce.
Their maker. Their tormentor. Their past incarnate in a body and a cunning smile.
Alexander sat in the front seat, one foot propped on the dashboard, hands clasped in his lap. Damon was behind the wheel, his grip tight on it as though he were holding onto fate itself. Stefan sat in the back, twirling a silver dagger between his fingers, eyes lost in deep thought.
None of them spoke at first. The weight of what they were about to face hung over them like an invisible specter.
Finally, Alexander broke the silence, staring out the window:
"Katherine always loved to run. She always believed she could stay one step ahead of everyone."
Stefan muttered coldly:
"And she usually did... until now."
Damon let out a sarcastic chuckle:
"She played us for decades. Manipulated every move, made us puppets in her game. It's time she got what she deserves."
A moment of silence passed.
Then Alexander asked, eyes on the road:
"And what exactly does she deserve?"
Damon shot him a fiery look:
"Don't start getting sympathetic now."
Alexander replied calmly and firmly:
"I'm not. I just want to understand your idea of justice... in her case."
But Stefan was quicker to respond:
"She dies. No escape. No tricks. No dramatic speeches. We end this... coldly and decisively."
Damon gave a half-smile, laced with satisfaction:
"Couldn't have said it better myself."
Alexander nodded slowly:
"We need to be smarter than her. Katherine isn't who she used to be. She's working with dark magic now—the same kind that kept Kol alive when he shouldn't have been."
Stefan said:
"She has the upper hand. She started before we did. But this time, we have the advantage... because she doesn't know which version of us she's facing."
Alexander laughed, a defiant smile on his face:
"I'm half vampire, half cursed human, freshly returned from death. I'd say that gives us a bit of an edge."
Damon smirked:
"No, you are the edge. She probably thinks you're still licking your wounds."
Alexander's gaze turned icy:
"Let her think that. I want her to believe she's in control... right until I take it from her."
Silence returned. But this time, it wasn't heavy. It was sharp, focused—like all of them aligning their compass toward revenge.
Alexander asked:
"Do we have a confirmed location?"
Stefan nodded:
"Bonnie tracked the last spell Katherine cast to an abandoned town about three hours from here. The place is cloaked with magic, but Bonnie found a weak point in the veil."
Damon remarked:
"Katherine never liked drawing attention. Hiding in a forgotten place makes sense."
Alexander leaned back in his seat and said:
"So we go in fast... and quiet. No hesitation. She's not just dangerous, she's desperate. And desperation... makes you a limitless killer."
Stefan asked:
"And if she tries to run?"
Alexander didn't blink, answering steadily:
"Then I'll make sure she doesn't get far."
The car continued forward in a new silence, the mission carving deeper into their souls with every mile they passed.
Suddenly, Stefan asked, his tone a mix of doubt and hope:
"Do you really think we can do this? The three of us? Together?"
Damon looked into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with his brother:
"We've survived worse."
Alexander chuckled softly:
"No, we've died from worse."
Stefan let out a short laugh, even Damon allowed himself a fleeting smile.
Alexander then spoke, his voice quiet but burning with resolve:
"Let's end this story... once and for all."
And so, the Salvatore brothers continued on their path—driven by blood, by vengeance, and by the long shadow of a woman who had ruined all their lives.
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The sky was now cloaked in ash-gray, heavy with the coming storm, though not a single drop had fallen yet.
The Salvatore brothers stood before what remained of a forgotten church, buried deep in a dying forest. Vines crawled over cracked stone walls, and the air buzzed with an ancient energy—dark, dangerous, and disturbingly familiar.
Katherine's scent lingered thick in the air.
Alexander stepped forward first, his footfall on the damp earth thundered like a muted storm in the silence.
"This is the place."
Damon tilted his head and let out a low whistle:
"Of course Katherine would choose a haunted cathedral for her battleground. Drama to the end, as always."
Stefan stared at the arched entrance, eyes narrowing:
"She's in there... and she knows we're coming."
Alexander's voice was cold as a blade:
"I hope so... I want her to be afraid."
Then, the wind shifted—barely noticeable, but enough to carry a whisper.
"You could never stay away, could you?"
All three turned at once, fangs bared, bodies poised to strike. But there was no one there.
Damon muttered angrily:
"She's already playing her game... I'm not in the mood."
Alexander reached out and placed a hand on Damon's shoulder, stopping him:
"We do this the right way. No recklessness. You know her style."
They approached the door. Stefan reached for the handle but quickly pulled back, his hand flashing red from a magical seal that burned and fizzled out.
"Protection spell," he said, examining his fingers. "Dark magic."
Alexander stepped forward, his eyes briefly glowing—a swirl of silver and shadow in his pupils. He placed his palm on the door and muttered words in a language neither Damon nor Stefan recognized. The seal growled, flared, then crumbled into ash.
Alexander said simply:
"I still remember the language of the damned."
Damon blinked slowly:
"Creepy... but useful."
They pushed the doors open together.
Inside, the church was a scene of ruin and shadows. Candles flickered on broken pews, and the air was thick with the scent of ash and decay. At the altar, Katherine stood waiting.
She wore black—as expected—and her eyes sparkled with wicked poison.
She smiled as if welcoming familiar guests:
"Look what the wind dragged in... ghosts of an undying past, finally united."
Alexander stepped forward without hesitation:
"Enough acting. We didn't come to talk."
She responded, her eyes narrowing slyly:
"You never were one for words, dear Alexander." Then she looked at Stefan and Damon. "As for you two... always loyal. Always predictable."
Stefan said coldly:
"Katherine... tonight will be your end."
She whispered, voice barely audible yet echoing through the space:
"And I'm counting on that."
Suddenly, the ground pulsed beneath them with magical energy. The floor cracked, shadows exploded from the walls—creatures born of blood and pain, ancient beasts summoned by the same dark magic that brought Kol back from the dead.
Katherine's voice echoed endlessly through the church:
"I've made deals... with powers older than you can imagine. You think you're here to stop me?"
She descended from the altar with eerie grace:
"No, my darlings... you're here to die for me—again."
Alexander bared his fangs, his smile sharp as a blade:
"You always did love your speeches."
And with that, the battle began.
Stefan struck first—flashing through the shadows with a silver blade, slicing down the summoned beasts. Damon followed, his hands ablaze with protective magic from Bonnie's spells.
Alexander moved like something otherworldly. Faster, heavier, more savage... and in his fury, there was a deadly beauty that defied words. The clash was total—brutal.
Katherine slithered through the chaos, whispering spells, stabbing with enchanted daggers.
But she was no longer the Katherine they had known. She had changed. Become something monstrous.
But so had they.
Stefan fought with purpose. Damon with rage. And Alexander... Alexander fought with a quiet fury, every move powered by years of pain, silence, betrayal, loyalty, death... and rebirth.
Minutes passed like hours.
Then—suddenly—Katherine stood alone.
Her creatures had fallen. Her spells unraveled. And her eyes... lost.
She backed toward the altar, gasping for breath:
"You don't understand... this power... it chose me—"
Alexander cut her off, advancing with steady steps:
"No. You stole it... like you stole everything else."
Katherine screamed, hurling a blast of raw magic at him. He caught it mid-air, crushed it in his palm, then hurled the glowing remains back at her. It struck a stone wall behind her—she collapsed against it.
And didn't rise.
Not this time.
The brothers circled her, panting, watching.
Stefan asked:
"Is it over?"
Damon, bloodied but standing, looked at her motionless form:
"With her? Nothing's ever really over."
Alexander didn't take his eyes off her as he said:
"Then let's make sure this time... it is."
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