For the purposes of this story:

I may have changed things around from cannon.

This doesn't follow a storyline.

Jenna and Alaric are not together.

Alaric is not a teacher.

Probably some other things that I can't remember at this time. If you see any let me know.

Comments, questions and criticism are welcome.

I hope you enjoy!

Alaric's POV


I was marked forever. He had made sure of that. The asshole. Just because he had marked me as his didn't mean I loved him. I seriously doubted that he loved me even though he claimed he did. I had seen the way he acted; saw the brutal person he was know so well to be. He ripped hearts out of the chests of people who may or may not have deserved it. It honestly didn't matter if they did or didn't because either way it showed how little care he had for human life… and I was human… so what the hell did that mean?

Back to what I was saying about being marked by that jackhole, when he had taken over my body as his own personal vessel [which I could feel the whole time, and let me just say that tacking a shower was super awkward] his little witch friend had marked me. Nothing that was visible like a tattoo, it was like I had been branded on the inside. She had told me she marked my heart with a symbol that meant I was the hybrid's vessel and his alone.

What that meant for me was I could feel him at every second. She had bound our hearts together. If he got hurt, so did I and vice versa. Not physically, but I could feel it as if it was happening to me. It is hard to explain.

I couldn't speak a word of any of this to Bonnie or anyone because the mark came with its own damn silencer. One other thing I had learned… he could literally take over my body whenever he wanted without anymore spells and I couldn't fight it. I was literally his for the taking.

One more little gem I just found out… apparently he could find me wherever I was. Klaus told me that as he followed me out of the alcohol store. He had paid for me, probably thought it was a romantic gesture. "What do you want now, Klaus?" I ask exasperated. "Well I thought it was fairly clear what I wanted." He had his normal smirk on his face. I roll my eyes because I knew what he wanted.

"I'm not drunk enough for this conversation." I mutter as I continue walking home. Before I could stop him [though it was unlikely I could] he picked me up and we were at my house in a few seconds. "You know I hate it when you do that" I say as I put the beer on the counter. I pull one out and pop the cap off. "Are you not going to offer me one?" He asks. A smile is dancing across his lips. "I would if you were welcome here."

I could feel it roll through my body that I had hurt him. I looked up at him and though he had the best poker face of any one I knew, I could see… I could feel it. I had actually hurt him with my words. Now why did that make me feel so guilty? I sigh "So what brings you by?" I wasn't ready to open my home to the evil prick, but I hated the feeling that was clouding my stomach.

Sure enough that feeling went away when I said those words. "I actually just… wanted to see you." I mentally groan and chug the rest of my beer. "Well you saw me… what now?" I felt something cold run through me and I knew it wasn't me. Apparently I could easily distinguish the feelings between Klaus and my own. Figuring out what emotion he was feeling on the other hand wasn't as easy.

"I guess you're right. I'll see you." I watch him walk away. I'm too big of a fucking softy for this. "See you." It was about the nicest thing I could say to the guy. The warmth of what I was assuming was happiness rolled through me. Well at least the guilt was gone.


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