The Vampire Diaries: Bastard Line of Delgallo

Alice Condon arrived in Mystic Falls just as the sun dipped below the tree line, casting long shadows over the small town. The journey had been exhausting, her body aching from hours on the road. Her long, somewhat wavy black hair clung to her skin, the remnants of the humidity from Richmond still lingering. She yearned for a shower, a moment to scrub away the travel grime and start fresh.

She pulled into the first decent-looking motel she could find. It was nothing fancy—just a place to rest, to plan, to begin. The dimly lit sign flickered as she stepped inside to secure a room. Minutes later, she turned the water to scalding hot and let it wash over her, steam curling around her like a welcoming embrace. By the time she emerged, her body felt renewed, her mind sharper.

Leon had given her an assignment—to lay low, blend in, and make herself useful. She had intended to follow his original suggestion, to infiltrate the Mystic Falls Library, to become the town's silent collector of knowledge. But knowledge was only part of the game. Influence was another.

So, instead of the Library, she set her sights on something else entirely.

The Mystic Falls Sheriff's Department had been running with a skeleton crew, outdated in both manpower and technology. They hadn't intended to fill any of the vacant positions, not really—small towns like this didn't see the need for more hands when things were quiet. But Alice Condon knew how to make herself indispensable.

She walked into the station with a crisp resume, forged credentials, and the kind of confidence that made people overlook details they should have questioned. She was sharp, resourceful, and, above all, persuasive. Within days, she had a position as a data analyst, a role no one had considered essential until she pointed out just how outdated their digital systems were.

The Sheriff's Department was riddled with inefficiencies, its records disorganized, its access to criminal databases inconsistent. Alice offered them solutions—cybersecurity measures, streamlined search functions, forensic cataloging. She spoke their language, knew exactly what gaps to highlight, and, more importantly, how to fill them.

It was the perfect cover. It gave her access to information, insight into law enforcement operations, and a direct line to any supernatural disturbances that might pass through official channels. And it would make Leon proud.

Settling into her desk, Alice smirked as she cracked her knuckles over the keyboard. If there was one thing she excelled at, it was adapting. Mystic Falls wouldn't know what hit it.

Meanwhile, the gang of Mystic Falls was reeling. After Vanessa displayed her power and introduced a new species of supernatural, they were at their wits' end and all blamed Damon.

Elena paced angrily, Stefan stood brooding in frustration, and Bonnie kept her arms crossed, unwilling to let go of her suspicion. Caroline, for once, was speechless, her mind still reeling from Vanessa's casual dominance. The presence of someone that powerful, that unknown, put them all on edge.

All the while, Elijah Mikaelson found himself intrigued. He had not heard the surname Delgallo in ages, and the return of that name to Mystic Falls stirred something in his ancient mind. He refrained from acting immediately, but when he met with the Salvatore brothers, he delivered a stark warning.

"Do not retaliate," Elijah said smoothly, his expression unreadable. "A very dangerous coven may be moving into Mystic Falls, and if that is the case, you will need to tread carefully."

Damon, ever the reckless one, scoffed. "Oh great, another cryptic warning. How bad are we talking?"

Elijah leveled him with a patient but firm gaze. "One problem at a time, Damon. I suggest you focus on the immediate threat before inviting further catastrophe."

With that, Elijah left, leaving the Mystic Falls group more unsettled than before. Vanessa Delgallo was a problem, but now they had a bigger question—who, exactly, was coming?

At the Delgallo House, Jenna and Vanessa sat in the dimly lit living room, the air thick with the scent of aged wine. Empty bottles accumulated on the coffee table as their conversation delved deeper into the supernatural history of Mystic Falls.

Vanessa spared no detail, recounting everything Leon had told her. The truth of Jenna's sister and brother-in-law as vampire hunters, the legacy of the Founding Families, the dark reality lurking beneath the town's picturesque facade. She spoke of the original families who built Mystic Falls, their mission to purge vampires, and the supernatural entities that had walked the town long before its modern inhabitants. Rather than driving a wedge between them, Vanessa's candor only cemented Jenna's trust. In a town full of deception, honesty was a rare and invaluable currency.

Jenna sighed heavily, swirling the last of her wine in her glass. "So, let me get this straight—while I've been drowning in the chaos of teenagers, vampires, and ex-boyfriends, everyone else has been keeping even bigger secrets? And now John Gilbert just waltzes in, expecting me to accept that Elena is his daughter? Like it's nothing?"

Vanessa smirked, leaning back against the couch. "Welcome to Mystic Falls. Where the lies are endless, and the truth is a luxury. And where people like us, We're just supposed to play along."

Jenna exhaled sharply before taking another sip, her frustrations bubbling over. "I should be angry. I am angry. But honestly? I think I'm just tired. I've been kept in the dark my whole life, Vanessa. Maybe it's time I start demanding the truth."

The women clinked their glasses together in silent agreement, their bond strengthened through shared grievances and the certainty that, in the battles to come, they would need to rely on each other more than ever. And as the wine continued to flow, so too did their determination to finally take control of the world they had been forced to live in.

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Prison World —2010

Leon stands before a hunk of rock. It was ultimately unassuming if one didn't know what it was. The air is thick, oppressive—unnaturally still. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, extending his hand, fingers twitching with a surge of magic. A jagged crack forms along the headstone, and with a sudden, violent pulse, the stone cracked, revealing a core filled with the blood of Qetsiyah. The blood, dark and thick, pulses with a power all its own, as though it resists being taken, but Leon's will is stronger.

His expression twists into a smile—this was the final piece, the magic of a Bennett and the Ascendant now securely in his grasp. With a flick of his wrist, the ancient talismans hidden in the folds of his cloak flare to life, their cursed sigils glowing faintly in the air. The world around him shudders, the very fabric of reality trembling. He begins to chant in a forgotten language, the words rolling off his tongue like a storm. The objects, bound by centuries of dark magic, resonate with the power of his words. As the talismans activate, a force ripples through the prison world, drawing the last of the power he needs.

The ground cracks beneath him as the air around him shifts, a tear in the dimension widening. Leon's laughter rings out in the silence, sharp and victorious. In a blinding flash, the prison world vanishes.

He emerges in the woods of Mystic Falls, the night air cool and crisp. For a moment, he stands still, eyes closed, savoring the weight of freedom. Then, with a wicked grin, he opens his eyes, his gaze sweeping the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings.

The Gemini Coven—foolish enough to think they could contain him—had no idea what they were up against. He could feel the aftershocks of their failed attempts to imprison him, but they no longer mattered. He was free.

But as his laughter echoes through the trees, the sound is abruptly cut off. From the shadows, a figure steps forward, her presence immediate and undeniable. Katerina Petrova, the infamous vampire, stands before him with an unreadable look on her face.

Leon's grin only widens. He doesn't hesitate for a second. With a swift flick of his hand, the air around her freezes. Katerina is caught in the magic, her body rigid, immobilized by the sudden force. Her eyes flash with both defiance and surprise, but it's too late. Before she can react, he steps closer, his fingers tracing the edge of a cursed dagger that pulses in the air like an extension of his will.

The sound of her breath sharpens as she tries to break free, but Leon's magic holds her fast. "I don't have time for you," he murmurs coldly, as she crumples to the ground in a heap, incapacitated by his overwhelming power.

He tosses her over his shoulder and makes his way into town

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Delgallo House -- April 8th, 2010

Back in the quiet confines of his home, Leon strides through the halls, the weight of his triumph settling into his bones. He can feel the pulse of power flowing through him—magnificent, intoxicating. His fingers grip the Bracelet of Obedience tightly, the ancient artifact pulsing with a dark, familiar energy. It was a tool forged in centuries-old magic, and it was now his weapon of choice. With it, he could bend anyone to his will, and he intended to use it to break Katerina Petrova's spirit.

He finds her exactly where he left her—a place that would ensure no escape, no chance of defiance. She sits rigidly, her body unmoving, eyes wide with terror and confusion. Leon watches her for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. The Bracelet of Obedience does its job well, stripping Katerina's will away, her body frozen in place, obeying his every command without a whisper of resistance.

But the fear in her eyes—the confusion—triggers something in Leon. He steps closer, tilting his head as he examines her. She isn't moving, isn't reacting, but the terror in her gaze tells him all he needs to know. He could see the cracks forming in her defiance, but he hadn't pushed her that far yet. For now, he's content to keep her in place.

His mind shifts back to his room. Something else is calling to him, pulling his attention. He leaves Katerina without a second glance, the weight of his power settling on his shoulders like an old, comfortable cloak. The house feels empty, almost echoing, until the sound of running water reaches his ears—a soft hiss of steam curling up through the air.

His curiosity piqued, Leon heads up to his room, drawn by the sound. He stops just outside the bathroom, his hand on the door, and a thought crosses his mind. Vanessa. It must be Vanessa in the shower, the sound of the water a familiar presence.

But as he enters, shedding his clothes, his footfalls light on the floor, he quickly realizes the mistake. The woman in the shower isn't Vanessa.

A moment of awkward silence takes over. The figure standing beneath the cascading water, her back turned, is someone he hadn't expected—someone who isn't as familiar to him, at least not like that. The water drips down her body, and the air between them crackles with tension. Jenna. His mind scrambles for a moment, confusion setting in. He hadn't expected this. Not now, not like this.

The initial shock on both sides lingers before the silence settles into something more palpable. Jenna's eyes flick to him, widening as she recognizes him, her lips parting slightly in disbelief. The tension between them is thick, the sound of the shower water suddenly deafening in the pause.

Jenna turns slowly, her gaze appraising him as if she's seeing him in a new light. A moment of wonder seems to take hold of her, the uncertainty melting into a curious fascination. The mood shifts, a quiet marvel rising in her expression as she looks at him, her eyes scanning over him in a way that feels almost intimate.

Leon stands there, unsure of how to react. He hadn't planned this. The situation was already awkward, and yet he found himself caught off guard by her gaze, wondering how much she saw, how much she understood about the man standing before her.

But he quickly composes himself, letting his natural confidence take over. A sly grin plays on his lips as he tilts his head slightly, stepping further into the room. He feels a flicker of something—an unspoken tension, a new dynamic forming between them.

"Well," Leon says with a calm voice, his grin widening. "This is certainly… unexpected."

Jenna's voice trembles slightly as she takes in the sight before her, a mix of confusion and awe. "You must be Leon," she says, her voice cracking as she fumbles for words. "Vanessa's fiancé..."

She pauses, her breath catching as she realizes the full weight of the situation. The realization sinks in, and the words she had intended to say falter on her tongue. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected him.

Her eyes trace his form, her gaze moving over every inch of him, her heart racing in her chest. Leon stands before her, every inch of him exuding a kind of power that is palpable, an energy that fills the air with an almost suffocating tension. He is not just a man—he is a force, a presence that fills the room, dominating the space in ways she couldn't have imagined. And he is standing there, completely unclothed.

Jenna's breath hitches. The sight of him, so confident and unapologetically commanding, shifts something inside her. His physique—muscles taut, broad shoulders, a body honed by power and experience—overwhelms her senses. He's a giant in more ways than one, a creature of almost otherworldly proportions. The sleek, sinewy lines of his body seem to command the room with the same effortless authority that defines his aura. His skin, smooth and flawless under the warm glow of the water, gleams as the steam rises from his form, making the air feel thicker, and charged.

The rawness of it, the way he seems so comfortable in his own skin, takes her by surprise. She can feel her pulse quicken, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. She had known he was powerful, she had heard the whispers about him, but seeing him like this—seeing him in the flesh, so unrestrained, so undeniably in control—unsettles her.

The primal energy that emanates from him sends a shiver down her spine, and she suddenly feels very small in comparison. A visceral reaction bubbles up from the pit of her stomach, something between attraction and fear, curiosity and caution. Her body stiffens, her breath shallow as she tries to steady herself. She quickly turns her eyes away, focusing on anything but him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She can feel the heat rising in her face, her hands trembling slightly at her sides.

She wants to speak, to say something—anything—but the words seem to elude her. The silence stretches, thick and tense, as she stands there, caught in a web of conflicting emotions.

Leon, ever composed, seems to notice her discomfort, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement. He tilts his head slightly, studying her reaction. She could feel his gaze on her, a weighty presence that made her skin prickle. He says nothing, just watching her carefully, seemingly savoring the moment of power he holds over her, even in the most casual of situations.

Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice cool and confident. "You look… uncomfortable."

His words are a low murmur, but they're enough to make her heart race again, the challenge in his tone making it clear he's fully aware of the effect his presence is having on her. She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. Her hands instinctively clutch the edge of the shower curtain, as if it could offer her some shield against the overwhelming force of his gaze.

Leon watches her for a beat longer, the silence stretching, before a smirk plays across his lips. He doesn't make any more moves toward her, but he doesn't step away, either. He reaches down and grips his dick, thick and long, giving it three long slow strokes before her eyes. He watches as her lips part and excited breath escapes with echoes of a small moan. 

As if possessed, she wanted to join him. Her hand, cautiously moving to her bald mound, slow, deliberate as if she didn't want him to break the moment by suddenly remembering his fiancee, her newest friend.

Jenna's middle finger tapped at the top of her hood. Her clit swelling beneath brings waves of pleasure. Her finger moves further down, ready to part her pussy lips and dip into herself. Then he smiled at her as if he had won. Her body trembled.

'I…' she thought 'Why? I'm….Vanessa'

Guilt rolled and the trance was broken. Not because she was strong, but because Leon allowed it.

He simply turns, his confidence never wavering, as he begins to leave the room, his broad frame disappearing into the doorway.

"Enjoy the rest of your shower, Jenna," he says over his shoulder, his voice smooth and almost teasing.

With that, he vanishes, leaving her alone in the bathroom. The door clicks shut behind him, the sound reverberating in her ears like a final punctuation to the encounter.

Jenna is left standing there, the water still running, but the warmth of the shower no longer offering any comfort. Her body feels strangely cold now, her thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of emotions—embarrassment, confusion, curiosity. The encounter had rattled her more than she wanted to admit, and she was still trying to make sense of what just happened.

"I'm really considerably stronger now that I have access to such a deep well." he praised himself.

Once down stairs, not caring to dress, he passes by Katerina as her heart hikes in shock and her stomach warms at the sight. Leon picks up the house phone and dials out as he walks into the guest bathroom to wash off the dirt of the Prison World.