War 3

Elena's hands clenched into fists as she watched the chaos unfold. The battle had barely begun, and they were already losing ground. The sheer number of vampires tearing through their forces was overwhelming, their speed and ferocity making it clear that this wasn't going to be a simple fight.

She turned to her mother, Elizabeth, her voice laced with frustration. "We're already losing a war that hasn't even started."

Elizabeth let out a deep sigh, her gaze shifting toward the battlefield before settling on her daughter. Then, her eyes caught sight of something—or rather, someone. Stefan. He stood with the enemy, his posture relaxed but his stance firm, standing beside Ivar and Ivar the Boneless as if he belonged there.

Elizabeth's expression hardened. "But why is your boyfriend on their side?" she asked, her voice sharp with accusation.

Elena let out a shaky breath, running a hand through her hair. "He's not in his right state of mind," she admitted, her voice softer now. "Klaus did something to his brain."

Elizabeth studied her daughter for a moment before nodding. There was no point in arguing about Stefan now—not when there was a war to fight. Without another word, she stepped forward, her presence commanding as she looked at her fellow Guardians. They understood her unspoken command instantly.

With a powerful burst of energy, the Guardians unfurled their wings and shot into the sky, their forms glowing under the pale moonlight as they dove into the fray.

Klaus, standing in the midst of the battlefield, watched them take flight with an amused chuckle. He turned to Ivar, who stood beside him, already smirking.

"It's showtime," Klaus said, his grin widening.

Ivar cracked his neck, his fingers flexing as his bloodlust surged. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, disappearing in a blur of speed as he joined the battle.

Ivar the Boneless grinned as well, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield before looking at the army he had brought with him. "Tear them apart," he ordered.

The vampires under his command roared in unison before vanishing in a flash, moving at vampiric speed as they clashed with the incoming Guardians. The battlefield became a blur of claws, fangs, and weapons as bodies collided.

Not one to be left behind, Stefan took a deep breath, his gaze locking onto Damon, who stood among the Guardians. Without hesitation, he sped forward.

Alyssa smirked, rolling her shoulders. "I've got a few scores to settle myself," she murmured before vanishing into the chaos.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Originals—Freya, Finn, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik—stood back, watching the battle unfold. There was no need for them to join. Ivar was out for blood, and they had no doubt that he would get what he wanted.

Stefan's eyes gleamed as he came face-to-face with his older brother. Damon's expression was unreadable, but there was something dark in his eyes—anger, betrayal, maybe even regret.

"You really picked the wrong side, brother," Damon said, his tone almost casual, but there was a sharp edge to it.

Stefan smirked. "No, Damon. You did."

And with that, he attacked.

Their fight was brutal. Stefan wasn't holding back, and Damon knew better than to underestimate him. Every punch, every strike, every movement was calculated, years of experience behind each attack.

Damon ducked as Stefan's fist came at him, countering with a well-aimed kick to Stefan's ribs, sending him flying back. But Stefan was up in an instant, wiping blood from his lip before lunging again. Their blows sent shockwaves through the battlefield, neither brother willing to back down.

Ivar the Boneless was a force of nature. His speed was unmatched, his movements almost impossible to follow. Caroline barely had time to react before he was in front of her, a wicked grin on his face.

"Hello, gorgeous," he greeted before landing a brutal punch to her gut, sending her crashing into a tree.

Jenna and Alaric attacked together, trying to overwhelm him with numbers, but it was useless. He danced between them effortlessly, avoiding their attacks before countering with bone-breaking strikes.

Jenna swung a blade at his throat, but he caught her wrist mid-swing and twisted, forcing her to drop it with a pained cry. Before she could react, he slammed her into the ground with a force that cracked the earth beneath them.

Alaric came at him with a stake, but Ivar caught his arm and yanked him forward, sinking his fangs into his neck before tossing him aside like a ragdoll.

Caroline, recovering from the earlier attack, let out a furious growl before lunging at him again, her fangs bared.

Ivar smirked. "That's more like it."

Klaus was laughing.

The fight was exhilarating, his blood pumping with excitement as he dodged an attack from one of the male Principal Guardians before slamming his fist into his opponent's chest, sending him flying.

Ryannen came at him next, her wings glowing with divine energy as she slashed at him with a blade made of pure light.

Klaus barely managed to dodge, the blade slicing through the air where his head had been moments before. He chuckled, wiping a bit of blood from his cheek where she had nicked him.

"That actually stung," he mused, his eyes flashing golden.

Ryannen's expression remained cold. "You won't be laughing when I cut off your head."

Klaus smirked. "Darling, you'd have to catch me first."

And with that, he attacked.

The battlefield around them was pure chaos. Guardians clashed with vampires, weapons slicing through flesh, blood painting the ground in dark pools.

The hybrids Klaus had brought weren't holding back either. Unlike regular vampires, they had the ability to shift into partial werewolf forms, their claws extending, fangs elongating as they ripped through their enemies with terrifying efficiency.

One hybrid tore a Guardian's wing clean off before sinking his teeth into the man's throat. Another slammed a Guardian into the dirt, tearing into his chest with clawed hands.

Screams filled the air, the scent of blood thickening as bodies fell on both sides.

Ivar moved through the battlefield like a storm. He was untouchable, tearing through Guardians as if they were nothing more than paper.

One Guardian came at him with a spear, aiming straight for his heart.

Ivar caught the weapon mid-air, snapping it in half before driving the broken end into the Guardian's chest. Blood sprayed as the man crumpled, his body twitching before going still.

Another came at him from behind, but Ivar didn't even turn. He reached back, grabbing the Guardian by the throat before squeezing, crushing his windpipe.

His expression was calm. Detached. He wasn't fighting—he was slaughtering.

The war had truly begun.

The battlefield was littered with bodies, the ground soaked in blood. But neither side was backing down.

The Guardians fought fiercely, their divine power giving them an edge. But the vampires were relentless, their speed and brutality making them just as deadly.

Klaus, Ivar, Ivar the Boneless, and Stefan continued to tear through their opponents, while Alyssa fought her own battles, making sure to leave a trail of bodies behind her.

Above them, Elizabeth watched from a distance, her expression unreadable. The war had only just begun, but one thing was clear—this was going to be a bloodbath.

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