The Mystic falls gang would later learn that Elijah was infact, not so dead when he tore out the hearts of several young vampires who wished to deliver good ol' Elena to the big bad wolf. She would also groan on hearing about the horrible pun he made about being dead.
All this had brought her to an unfortunate crossroad in her life.
To kill or not to kill the Mystic falls townsfolk.
For daring to arrange such a ridiculous party to celebrate their own "history", the one built atop the skeletons of supernaturals and stained with blood. Hypocrites, all of them.
Nonetheless, such a foolish festivity still stood to benefit her. She could network with the town officials, get in the mayor's good graces, so that she might me more inclined to excuse a few "slips", perhaps. It would be overtly nonsensical, otherwise.
She slipped on an appropriate outfit and left the house. On arriving, she exchanged pleasantries with the new mayor and shared how excited she was to contribute to preserving the town's heritage, monetarily or otherwise. If the glint in Mrs. Lockwood's eyes at the mention of the fiscal, had been any indication, she assumed that she had been fairly successful.
While exploring the nooks and crannies of the old mansion, she came upon the incredibly fascinating scene of Elijah Mikaelson stabbing a pencil into Damon's neck and elegantly wiping the residual blood on a spotless handkerchief.
"You, young vampires, so arrogant." He muttered with distaste while Avra mouthed the lines at the same time, chuckling along. "How dare you come here and challenge me?"
Her lips lifted into an amused smile, one that went unnoticed by Damon.
He caught her eye and left the room, leaving Damon alone to cradle the broken pencil in his neck. Avra motioned him to follow her to a vacant room.
"Ten centuries." He began, "Ten centuries, I have known you, yet you manage to surprise me. Elusive as ever, I see." He said with a raspy laugh.
She only smiled mischievously in response.
"Why did you die, Avra?" He said, taking a more serene, serious tone.
She only remained silent in response.
"Why did you leave us? You promised, always and forever." His voice, now,of a broken man.
"Witches and their spells, darling."
Her words, seemed to smother him like they had centuries ago. They wrapped around his throat, with all the past years feeling like but whiplash with love crashing into him again. Struggling to utter coherently, he tried to ask her the how's and why's, the logistics of her return, dot the t's and cross the i's but failed miserably.
"I suppose I should rejoice, then. The Elijah Mikaelson is flabbergasted in my presence. I must be an enchanting one."
She said, with a playful smile playing on her face.
"It is a great honour, I assure you.Not many have lived to claim to be capable of that feat." said Elijah, regaining his bearings as he bantered with her.
"Well, thank you,mi'lord." She did a mock bow.
"Now, would you be so kind as to lead the way,fair lady. We best be on our way before the sun sets, wouldn't want to meet the creatures that lurk in the dark."
She burst into laughter at that.
***
Avra walked into the Salvatore boarding house. Damon and Alaric were lounging on their couches, drinking bourbon.
"I hear good uncle John's back." She greeted.
"Yes, he is, and gave us some mystical dagger and ashes to kill Elijah." Alaric said.
"I'd think twice before trusting some wonky folktale."
She tried planting doubt in their minds. The dagger was unnecessary power in their hands. She would have to deal with that. She was going to grill them further when she heard a crash. Damon went to check only to find Alaric stabbed.
A man sprung down from the ceiling, grabbing him in a choke hold and tried stabbing him with vervain.
"Hey! We were having a conversation." She said as she smashed the werewolf's head on the sidetable, offended. They were so rude.
"Now, what was I saying?" She flipped her hair and turned her attention back to Damon, when the werewolf jumped back like a dying candle with its final puffs of smoke and stabbed him again.
"Seriously, why?" She complained as Damon fell down unconscious ."Every damn time."
She whined as she sprung into action, ripping out hearts and snapping necks. The werewolves looked at her confused, she was an unknown element, she wasn't supposed to be there and they weren't prepared. This gave her an additional advantage, not that she needed it.
She had ripped out four hearts when she realized that since Damon was already knocked out,she was solving his problem for free. She would get nothing out of this and it wouldn't help increase their faith in her either. She would rather make this someone else's problem that provide free labour.
She concluded that she would rather develop some camaradarie with Damon by being trapped with him.It might humanize her for the Mystic Falls gang as well. They had only seen her invincibility yet, this would provide them an illusion of power.
A werewolf lunged at her and another knocked her out from behind with a baseball bat.
After a few hours, she lazily blinked her eyes open from her slumber. Damon was childishly bantering with a werewolf. She found her neck bound by some creepy ancient torture device, that clearly was an instrument for other activities. Ugh! She groaned to herself. The spikes were poking her skin and the tool seemed unsterilized. She was a woman of culture, she wouldn't have such annoyances ruining her outfit. However, her attention was soon drawn towards something Damon said when a werewolf taunted him.
"Don't hurt her." He said enraged, when he assumed that she was still unconscious. The werewolf had smirked and taunted him by pulling on the strap of the device.
It seemed that Avra had been successful in worming her way into their clique. That was a piece of good news that calmed Avra down because she was two seconds away from blowing all their brains out.
Elijah appeared at the next moment, leaning against the door, with a smirk on his face and the moonstone in hand.He glanced at Avra, who looked a second away from ripping out their hearts but worn out and bleeding, and his eyes burned with anger.
He confidently whispered, "You looking for this?"
He walked into the room and placed it on a side table, "Come, get it." He challenged them. One of the younger werewolves stupidly walked up to grab it and had his heart ripped immediately. Chaos ensued with him ripping out hearts and snapping necks.
Avra caught his eye and signaled to a particular werewolf. He spared that one, he was all hers then. He then, gently removed her chains and slowly helped her up. While she walked to the werewolf Elijah had spared, he went to the Salvatore and taunted him.
"You do realize, this is the third time when I have saved your life."
Damon only grunted in response.
Avra grabbed the werewolf in a chokehold and plunging her hand in his chest, slowly started tearing his heart out. He was in unending agony. He was the one that had knocked her out and threatened her with that stupid torture device.
Showing mercy, she finally snapped his neck and dropped his corpse on the ground.
No one hurts her and lives.
No one.
With a last glance at Damon to gauge his reaction, she sped out of the house. Elijah, following soon after, to not seem suspicious. He joined her on the sidewalk.
"You could've killed them all. Should've. Why didn't you?" He asked her curiously, tossing the moonstone in his grasp as they strolled along the pavement.
"Why would I ever willingly lift a finger for the Salvatore?" She said, throwing her head back , "Besides, I knew you'd be there to save me, wouldn't you, my prince in shining armour." She chuckled.
Elijah laughed along, staring into her eyes.