I can't sleep tonight
Wide awake and so confused
Everything's in line
But I am bruised
I need a voice to echo
I need a light to take me home
I kinda need a hero
Is it you?

- Nightingale, Demi Lovato

Chapter One

School. Why was it that this one word had the ability to severely ruin my mood, I thought bitterly as I stepped out of the car and waved a quick goodbye to my dad. Maybe it was because it was the one thing that followed immediately after a blissful weekend.

Shaking my head slightly, I scanned the car park as I sent Bonnie and Elena a small wave. They waved back and I continued looking round and stopped on a blond figure that stood beside her car, her face marred by an uncharacteristic frown.

"What's wrong?" I asked Caroline as I walked up to her. She turned to face me, smoothing out the furrow between her eyebrows when she saw me.

"Nothing."

I raised an eyebrow and linked my arm through hers. "I don't believe you." But I didn't press the matter any further because I knew that she would tell me when she felt like she could.

As we walled through the corridor, she began to chatter excitedly, returning to the Caroline that I knew so well before she stopped mid step.

"Care?" I followed her gaze and noticed that it was stuck on the two people that stood at the reception with their backs turned towards us.

Taking my arm, she yanked me into an abandoned classroom, the truth spilling easily from her lips. "They're here!"

"Who's here?"

"The originals," she said in a heated whisper.

My heart beat sped up and I swallowed nervously, knowing all about the originals. "He undaggered them?" I asked quietly, wringing my hands together.

"No," she sighed. "But Elijah did."

The bell rang and I jumped slightly as the sound shattered the heavy silence between us. Gathering our things quickly we walked in silence to class and unfortunately for us, to do that we had to walk past the reception.

"Crap," Caroline muttered under her breath as she saw the receptionist's attention focused onto us.

"Miss Forbes," Caroline stopped and I took the opportunity to try and make my escape. However when she continued to call out, "Miss Terrence," I was forced to stop.

I turned to face her, a polite smile making its way onto my lips. "Yes?"

"I was hoping that the two of you would be kind enough to show the new students to their new classes."

"I would love to," Caroline began, her mind obviously reeling as she searched for an excuse. "But I've got Miss Henderson first and you know how strict she is."

"Caroline," I hissed after her as she turned on her heel and walked down the corridor. Looking back at the receptionist, I cast an uneasy glance at the two originals that were talking between themselves and muttered an almost inaudible, "I'll show them around."

She flashed me a quick smile of relief before beginning the introductions. "This is Julietta Terrence," she began as the two siblings faced me, assessing me quickly. As their eyes skimmed over me, I looked to the ground, not wanting to meet their gaze. "Julietta, this is Kol and Rebekah Mikaelson."

"It's nice to meet you, darling."

Deciding to raise my gaze, I looked at Kol and saw the smirk on his face and my eyes scanned over his features as I tried to commit it to memory. I took in his amused chocolate eyes, high cheekbones, mused brown hair and the upward curve of his lips.

"Nice to meet you both."

I turned to face his sister and a small smile tugged at my lips when my eyes flickered over her. We'd get along.

"Nice earrings."

She grinned and moved forward to follow after me. "You too."

The receptionist cleared her throat, demanding our attention. "Alright so Rebekah has history with you and Kol has biology."

"Thanks," I said quietly before walking away, an original on either side of me.

Realistically I should've felt a lot more threatened than I did now, especially since I knew that these people beside me were indestructible. But more than anything, I was surprised at how normal they seemed.

As we walked I caught the blatant glances that Kol kept throwing in my direction and I straightened up slightly under his gaze. He gave the slightest of chuckles in response.

It seemed that the three of us were comfortable walking in silence but he eventually broke it. "You moved here from England relatively recently didn't you?"

"Yes I did." I glanced up at him in surprise. "A few years ago. How did you know?"

"Your accent is still very distinct."

He smirked at me in amusement and I rolled my eyes before turning to the door on our left. "This is your stop."

He walked to the door and paused outside of it before turning to face us. "Until next time, darling."

He inclined his head once and Rebekah scoffed under her breath.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

I glanced up at the question and my eyebrows shot up as Rebekah looked down at me. "No of course not."

Picking up my bag from one of the empty chairs I watched her lower herself gracefully into the chair, her eyes flickering over to Caroline.

"Hi," Care said before she rose from her seat and picked up her lunch tray. "Tyler's waiting for me."

"Fine go off to lover boy ." I watched her leave, knowing that she was just using Tyler as an excuse to leave Rebekah's presence.

Rebekah watched the other blond leave before looking at me. "Tyler?"

"Her boyfriend."

She nodded and looked back down at her lunch tray, her mouth pursed.

"It's the most unappetising thing you've ever set eyes on, isn't it?" I asked

"It looks vile."

I smiled slightly and handed her a sandwich. "Take it, I always pack an extra one just in Caroline decides that she can't force that toxic sludge down her throat any longer."

She took it gratefully and sent me a genuine smile. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Slowly she began to speak more freely and for a small moment I forget her surname and the fact that she was a vampire, let alone an original. She just seemed so normal. She was a little bitchy, yes, but she was easy for me to get along with.

As she began to laugh her eyes narrowed slightly at a familiar voice. "Making new friends, sister."

My eyes met Kol's momentarily as he stood across from me. Sliding into the seat, he flashed me a smirk as she said, "Go away Kol."

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow challengingly. "You make it seem as if you and Julietta are having a conversation that is not meant for my ears."

"Is it so hard for you to just leave?"

He rolled his eyes and looked at me. "Whatever do you see in her? Surely the two of you aren't that similar? Unless of course you are a strumpet just like my dear sister."

"Kol."

"Hush now bekah." His eyes didn't stray from mine. "Tell me about yourself Julietta, do any of these boys here appeal to you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"He wants to know what your 'type' is," Rebekah added.

"Oh." I watched him carefully as his smirk grew progressively larger. "Not you." His smirk didn't falter.

"Oh really?" He leaned forward slightly. "I'm everyone's type."

"You're not mine."

"Well what is your type then darling?"

I don't know what had possessed me to do it and whether or not I has been compelled into doing it. Well compelling seemed impossible because of the vervain bracelet on my wrist but the word was out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Human."

They stiffened drastically and I was subjected to a withering glare as Kol grasped my wrist firmly as he led me out of the cafeteria. His grip didn't use all of his supernatural strength but displaying enough to tell me that a pesky human would not be able to out do an original. Let alone two.

I watched his jar clench repeatedly as we left the building and Rebekah trailed after us. He tossed my wrist away from him.

"What do you know?"

I raised an eyebrow as he lowered his head and locked his eyes onto mine.

"If you're trying to compel me, it's not going to work."

He gripped my shoulders and I winced slightly. "What do you know?"

"I know about the originals," I began quietly, catching the minute glance they shared. "I know about vampires, werewolves, Elena. The list is endless."

He leaned in close, baring his fangs. "Don't act smart darling." He hissed maliciously. "How do you know this stuff?"

"Why don't you ask Klaus?"

I pulled myself out of his grasp and walked back into the school building. Catching sight of a familiar head of bronze hair, I rushed forward and caught his arm. "Stefan."

He looked down at me, his eyes showing his concern. "Jules?"

I bit my bottom lip. "I may have severely possessed off an original."

He snorted. "Only you."

"Shut up Stefan. I need your help."