Chapter 49: The Forgotten One's Wrath
The ground shook violently.
Trees split in half, and birds fled the skies. The sound of the first clash between Alexander and Elias Maro roared like a storm, tearing through the silence of the world without mercy.
In Mystic Falls, people turned their eyes toward the forest, confusion and fear written on their faces. In New Orleans, Rebekah dropped her wine glass as she froze in place, a scream slicing through the sky like a blade.
Kol was killed. Giuseppe was killed.
But Elias — Elias Maro, the forgotten witch, the tormentor of Alexander's soul — was still alive.
And Alexander had finally found him.
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Their battle carved holes in the earth, ignited the trees, and forced the shadows to retreat from the sheer intensity. Every blow Alexander delivered was a punishment postponed for many long years.
Elias bled black.
Alexander bled red.
But neither of them fell.
"You were nothing… just a weak boy cursed by stronger men. I made you. You owe me your power," Elias hissed as his claws slashed across Alexander's chest, tearing through skin.
Alexander grabbed his wrist mid-strike and crushed it in his hand until bone cracked under the pressure. "Then let me repay you… with your death."
He punched Elias in the stomach with such force that he flew backward, crashing through two trees before hitting the ground and vomiting blood.
The sky split with lightning, as if the heavens themselves were witnessing the reckoning.
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In New Orleans
Elijah stepped onto the balcony, narrowing his eyes as a faint sound pierced the city's magic.
"This isn't an ordinary storm," he whispered.
Rebekah joined him, her face pale as a ghost. "Is… is it Alexander?"
Elijah nodded. "He's fighting Elias. Damon already sent me word."
From the far end of the courtyard, Klaus emerged, his jaw clenched like stone. "And it seems hell itself has opened."
"Should we go?" Rebekah whispered.
Elijah said solemnly, "This isn't our war… it's his."
Klaus nodded. "And a war he must fight alone."
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Elias summoned black threads of ancient power from deep within the earth to bind Alexander's arms. He growled, "You're strong… but you're still that cursed boy I made scream in the dark."
Alexander tore through the restraints, his eyes burning with an inhuman fire. He growled in a raspy voice, "No… I'm the man who survived you."
He lunged, claws tearing, fists striking, fangs bared.
They no longer looked human. They were the embodiment of wrath—flesh, blood, and explosive hatred. The sky above them darkened, thunder rolling for no natural reason.
Each punch shook the earth.
Each scream tore the air.
Their figures were mere shadows, ripping into each other in a vortex of vengeance and pain.
The Salvatore brothers stood at the edge of the forest, weapons still in hand, watching the blazing horizon.
Damon narrowed his eyes. "You think he'll survive this?"
Stefan didn't answer at first, then quietly said, "I don't know."
They could hear it—the screams, the roaring, the sporadic blasts of merciless energy. Trees were aflame in the distance, flashes of red and gold flickering at the horizon. Animals fled the forest in terror, and the ground quaked beneath their feet, as if something ancient was rising from its slumber.
Stefan looked at Damon. "If he wins… will he come back the same?"
Damon exhaled slowly. "I don't think he'll ever come back the same."
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Now Alexander was ablaze.
Not with real fire, but with fury, memory, and buried pain. He roared as he knocked Elias to the ground and drove his fist into his face over and over, until bone cracked and Elias's black blood spilled like ink on the earth.
Elias laughed even as his face shattered.
He gasped, "You think killing me will free you? You'll always be mine. Your hatred is my gift to you."
Alexander bared his fangs. "Then take it with you."
And with one final scream, he drove his hand into Elias's chest, seized the rotting, cursed heart, and ripped it out.
The scream Elias released could be heard across entire states.
It wasn't human.
It wasn't mortal.
It was something ancient being erased from existence.
Alexander stood, drenched in blood, heart still in his hand, gazing at the sky as silence fell over the forest.
It was over.
He had won.
But… at what cost?
The storm was gone.
The sky, once torn by thunder and fury, fell eerily quiet. Only a faint breeze whispered through the shattered woods, carrying the scent of blood—thick, metallic, endless.
The ancient magical dome, charged with a curse, which had knocked Stefan and Damon aside during the battle, finally cracked with the sound of shattering glass. Fragments of the invisible barrier scattered like sparks and dissolved into the wind.
Damon staggered forward, Stefan close behind.
"Alexander!" Damon's voice was hoarse, tinged with panic.
They broke through the last row of trees—and froze.
The ground was stained with blood. Pools of crimson and black spilled over the torn earth. The trees were charred stumps. Craters littered the place as if meteors had fallen from the sky.
And at the center of it all…
Alexander lay motionless.
Flat on his back, soaked in blood and ash, his shirt torn, his chest still. His face tilted slightly to the sky, wearing an expression too calm… far too calm.
"No…" Stefan rushed forward, stumbling across the shattered ground.
Damon followed, fear choking his breath.
They collapsed beside him.
"Alex…" Stefan whispered, gently shaking him.
No response.
"Alexander, wake up." Damon's voice trembled. "It's over. You did it. Just… wake up."
But nothing.
His chest didn't rise.
No pulse.
Stefan's hands shook as he pressed his ear to Alexander's chest, listening, waiting, hoping.
Silence.
Not even a flicker of life.
Stefan lifted his head, eyes widening in horror. "He's not breathing."
Damon looked at their brother—the one who had come back from the dead, who had borne a curse crushing his soul, who had stood tall above them all in the darkest nights—and suddenly, he felt like a teenager again. Helpless. Lost.
He whispered, "He used everything… burned himself from the inside just to win."
Stefan looked around—at the battlefield soaked in red and black, at Elias's shattered remains. "He did this alone."
Then he whispered, as if in prayer: "He saved us all."
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In Mystic Falls
Bonnie sat up suddenly in bed. She hadn't been able to sleep. The sounds—
The fighting.
The screams.
Everything had reached her.
And in the end—
There was a scream that echoed deep within her mind—not one of pain, but of ending.
"Alexander…" she gasped, her hand clutching her chest.
She didn't wait.
She grabbed her keys, her jacket, and ran out of the house.
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On the battlefield
Damon sat beside Alexander, wiping blood and ash from his brother's face.
"You stubborn idiot…" he said quietly, voice shaking. "You couldn't just… win and walk away, could you?"
Stefan knelt beside him, placing a hand over Alexander's cold fingers.
So many words left unspoken…
So much left undone.
Damon whispered, "I was supposed to be the reckless one… and you were supposed to come home."
The breeze rustled the leaves above them.
Then… a sound—so faint.
A breath.
Stefan lifted his head quickly. "Did you hear that?"
Damon leaned closer.
Alexander's chest moved—slowly, barely. His lips parted with a faint groan.
"Alex?" Damon bent over him. "Hey… can you hear me?"
Another breath. Weak. Broken. But real.
Stefan's eyes filled with tears. "He's alive."
Alexander didn't speak, didn't move beyond that breath. But he was fighting, clinging to life with what little strength remained.
Damon stood. "We need Bonnie. Now."
Stefan said as he pulled out his phone, hands shaking, "I'll call her."
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Minutes later
Bonnie burst into the clearing, her heart pounding out of her chest.
And when she saw Alexander lying there, barely breathing, drenched in blood, something inside her broke.
"No…" she ran to him and dropped to her knees. "Please, no."
Damon gently pulled her to him. "He's still alive. Barely."
Bonnie placed her hands on his chest, and her magic ignited inside him.
She whispered through tears streaming down her face, "I can't fix him… he used too much… tore his soul to kill Elias."
Stefan said, "But you can keep him here… that's all we need right now. Just until we find a way."
Bonnie nodded, and her energy began to surround Alexander like a cocoon of warmth and golden light.
"I'm here…" she whispered. "Can you hear me, Alex? I'm here."
And his lips, barely moving, parted again.
And this time, a single word emerged—broken, hoarse:
"Bonnie…"
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