Mystic Falls – Nightfall, One Day After Slater's Death
The town looked harmless — all picket fences, quiet roads, and painful human peace. But Barry could feel it. The undercurrent. The tension. Mystic Falls was a wound stitched over too tightly.
He stepped out of a black car with no plates, boots crunching over the gravel while his cloak fluttered in the wind beside the old Lockwood property line.
As he mutters to himself ." This didn't happen recently, it should have been a while ago and the trail's already cold. No wonder my guys couldn't find anything."
He followed the magical residue left back in Portland — Slater's death left behind more than a corpse. It left questions and bread crumbs. Well, he did already know who killed Slater.
Barry pulled out a tarot card with a symbol of the world, letting it float just inches above his palm. It shimmered, flickering with unstable pulses — like it was reacting to the layered magic in the area.
Barry says deactivating the card. "Compulsion... vervain... and something deeper. Elijah was thorough, but how did he get involved with Slater though. Or maybe it was Slater that got involve with him but that's hard to believe."
"After all, I did forbid him from getting in contact with the Originals to avoid this type of senseless death but no matter, I'll find out soon enough" barry muses while walking towards his next stop.
He walked through town unnoticed, his magic weaving a foggy glamour to blur eyes and minds, stopping people from seeing him. His destination: the Grill — the social hub of the town.
Inside, he sat quietly, watching.
Elena Gilbert was at a booth with Damon, their whispers sharp and nervous. Caroline passed him by without a glance which was to be expected. Bonnie was absent — which told him all he needed to know. The witches were already stirring.
*Barry (deep in thought):* "What a crazy place - a town that's spinning around a girl who doesn't understand her value... and two brothers too dumb to think responsibly."
A waitress stops by with an elegant glass cup and a bottle of red wine. "Can I get you anything else?"
*Barry (smiling faintly):* "No need, Luv. I'm just watching the show."
Tap tap, he turns around to see the refined looking blonde lady who tapped him, with a teasing smile on her face. He can only smile sheepishly at her, while she takes a sit across from him.
Yes - who else will it be, but the lovely Caroline Forbes.
*Caroline(says while smiling):* " so when did you get back in town, Mr Allen."
"Wow I'm amazed that you, still remember me!!. After all, the first and the last time we met was in the forest, where I caught you sobbing like a little child about the death of your horrible father. If i ain't wrong".
Barry replies to her while he twirls the glass of wine in his hands - as he proceeds to raise his eye towards her and grin deviously.
*Caroline smiles shyly:* " Well, I'll ignore what you said about my dad. Considering, you always did call me. Just to check on me from time to time, so I can't really forget you now.. can I ? Also thanks for that, it really helped me."
"No thanks needed, after all you did give me some nice advice that night too. So let's just say, that we're even". Replies Barry while turning wine into the glass in front of Caroline.
*Caroline:* "Also i will like to make a correction, I was not sobbing. I was watering my eyes in silence, understood?."
"No arguments here, lady! I'll yield for now, okay". He says while excessively waving his hands up in mock surrender - with a faint smile treading on his face.
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- Barry's pov -
Later that night — abandoned Salvatore boarding house
"So ready to talk calmly now, Mr Salvatore? I mean you guys were the last to meet with Slater, any idea what happened to him then? Cause I would like to know". Barry says jovially while looking towards the vampire covered in blood on the floor.
Ehk ehk ehk, Damon coughs out blood as he struggles back to his feet. "So guess you aren't just an everyday witch, hey hey.. wait, I'm talking alright sheesh."
" Yeah it should be Elijah that killed him, since it was back when we were looking into him. A friend of mine said that he likely killed slater to hide some info". Damon explained through breaths.
"That's all, I know about that issue. Can you leave now? Your company ain't welcomed here." He says after standing to his feet.
"Hmm, looks like Slater did disobey my instructions and ultimately got involved in an original business.
I'll deal with him later but I can't believe that Oliver was right about Slater being incapable of staying out things - why can't he just listen, such a fool." He thinks ruefully while turning back to face Damon.
"Now was that so hard to say.. if I didn't know better, I might think you like to get beaten before you can cooperate". Barry points out while walking away from the Salvatore vampire.
"Great Sage, tomorrow is the day when I begin the play right hehe ("yes it is, what can I do for you?") I need you to beam a message each to a set of random people consisting of two humans, one dead person... could either be a human or supernatural.
Then one vamp, one witch, and one werewolf. An then lastly one Original vampire, to make a total of seven people.
("What shall I say to them?") 'Tell them that tomorrow by three pm, New Orleans time. There will be a meeting that will change their mind and that they should get prepared.'
'Then also transform a part of the fog into a castle theme area that's similar to Klein's tarot club meeting area for us to use.'
("Understood, it shall be done as you instructed.") ". Barry says to the partner in his mind.
"("Message has been sent and received") Wonderful, by three pm tomorrow. I will have my own tarot club and way to easily solve my deal with Mikeal." Barry notes while laughing deviously.
"Oh yeah, try to use your head more mate, you ain't no top dog." He says loud enough for the vampire inside to hear, before walking out of the house and then disappearing into thin air
Destination - Slater's grave.
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Mystic Falls – Abandoned Cemetery
The air was thick with tension, the kind that hung heavily in the darkened cemetery. The moon hung high, casting an eerie glow over the tombstones and broken crypts.
Barry stood together with an identical version of himself - The only difference being the contrasting red eyes to his beautiful and rare golden eyes, and his white and black windbreaker jacket.
An interesting take - considering that he isn't even in his main body too, but that's a later discussion.
He raises his head as, his hands clenches into a fist at his sides.
A tarot card floated beside him, its faint light flickering with a pulse of power. Slater's body lay in front of him, pale and cold, surrounded by fresh soil that Oliver had moved prior to his arrival
A low wind whispered through the trees, and Barry's gaze locked onto Slater's lifeless form. The anger and sorrow within him were tangible, boiling beneath his skin, yet he kept his composure.
*Barry (whispering to himself):* "Well, guess this isn't the end for you, Slater. Not yet atleast."
He raised his hand, and the clone by his side flared with energy, as his clone extends his hands to flood the cemetery with nothing but pure power casting a warm, golden glow.
The air crackled with power as Barry begins to chant under his breath - according to Great sage instructions.
His words drawn from the deepest recesses of forgotten magic, with words that could bend the very fabric of life and death.
Barry smiles as he chants in a low voice:"By the force of nature that binds all, by the ancient blood that courses through my veins, hear me!! Roots of life that twist within the earth."
" I call forth what was taken from us. To be returned, back to the living. I command the dead to rise, Slater. Return to the living, as I bid you, for your life belongs to me." ~ he continued chanting while he's clone, continuously builds up power.
As the wind picks up in strength, swirling around them, lifting the earth and leaves beneath Slater's body, the trees creaking as if in protest, but nothing could stop what was unfolding.
Then, with a sudden, violent surge, the ground itself seemed to rupture, and a pulse of energy scattered into the sky like a streak of lightning, casting a blinding radiance that filled the cemetery.
For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
The earth trembled beneath Barry's feet. Slater's body jerked, as though caught in a violent seizure, before his chest rose sharply, a sharp breath ripping through his lungs.
As he exhales furiously - His eyes shoot open, wide with panic.
His body twitched again, muscles coming alive, as he sat up suddenly, disoriented, still processing the situation surrounding him. Well the sand and dirt didn't make it any better.
*Slater (gasping, voice hoarse):* "What... where am I? What—what happened?"
His breath came out in jagged pants as his mind scrambled to make sense of the situation. Confusion clouding his thoughts.
He scanned the surroundings, trying to make sense of his resurrection. His body ached, the feeling of dirt on him acting as a subtle reminder. He wasn't dead shockingly, just confused.
Barry stepped forward to diffuse the situation, his playful expression unchanging as always, his voice low and commanding.
As he answers with a stiffening calmness. "You died, but I decided that I'd bring you back to the living."
Slater (in disbelief, voice trembling): "Boss... you did this?"
Barry stepped back, his expression hard and unreadable, though there was a flicker of something like amusement in his eyes.
He could smell it. The air - it smelled like ozone, added with the cold winds still blowing around.
And then, suddenly, Slater looked up to the sky... trying to process the impossible reality of the situation.
His hand reached up to his neck instinctively, the fading scar from where he had been killed still visible beneath his fingertips.
He glanced at Barry, his face etched with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude as he said.
"I guess you weren't joking about all those talk of death, not being able to stop you from getting to me. Hahaa(nervous laughter)".
Barry's gaze darkened, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to hang on his shoulders. His voice was a low growl.
*Barry:* "You're not done yet. Not when you still have unfinished business, Slater. I'm not going to let you die, Not while you can still be useful. And it seemed time that I showed people not to touch what belongs to me."
Slater's gaze darkened as Barry's words sank in, His mind raced.
Slater tried to stand, his body still weak from death's lingering grip, but Barry's presence was steady. He grabbed Slater's shoulder, steadying him.
Slater stood there, breathing deeply, feeling the raw power of life coursing through his veins once more. The weight of death was no longer a shadow over him—it had been replaced with something far more beloved: the weight of life.
> *Slater (with renewed fire):* "What's next?"
Barry's eyes gleamed.
"Next? Well you're going to explain to me, how you met up with death, and who was bold enough to kill you?". He says thinking, that he can't have people suspecting his source of info.
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That's the end of this chapter.
Also, guys please react to this.
please you guys should drop some characters that you excited to be pulled into this gathering.
You can vote on them after picking and I will see if I can work the person into the story, here's the slots that you can vote for;
1. One of the humans that can be chosen(elena and alaric will not be accepted)
2. The dead person( you can choose anyone but Mikeal, i have plans for him)
3. Then the witch and werewolf