Disclaimer: I do not own the Originals or any of the Characters, they belong to Warner Brothers, The CW, the wonderful Julie Plec and her amazing team of writers and Richelle Mead.
A/N Hey everyone this is my first Originals fan fiction so reviews would be greatly appreciated! I hope (no pun intended) you like it! Please let me know what you think.
Yetta's POV
I drive slowly up the main street searching for a parking space silently cursing when I can't find one. Reaching the end of the street I turn around for one last lap in hope that I will get lucky and find a place to park, I've been circling for near on half an hour looking for a place to park and I'm starting to get hungry. I scan the road ahead for a free parking spot a car pulling out about 200metres down the road. I clamp my foot down on the accelerator and slide into the spot before cutting the engine and getting out of the car and locking it.
I start walking down the street looking for a place to stay, after passing eight 'no vacancy' signs I give up and decide to get something to eat before continuing my search. I scan the nearby storefronts for a café or restaurant and spot one at the other end of the street on the opposite side of the road. I start making my way towards it and my phone beeps in my pocket informing me that I have a text message and I reach into my pocket to retrieve it before turning the screen on and clicking through to the message to see who it's from. But before I can open it to see what it says I collide with something and fall on my but on the pavement. "Sorry ma'am I should have been looking where I was going." a male voice says and I look up to see an African-American man reaching a hand down to help me up.
"No, it's my fault I should have been paying attention to where I was walking" I say pushing myself into a standing position.
"Are you new to town? I haven't seen you around here before." the man says.
"Just arrived today." I say.
"I have a room available if you need a place to stay." he says.
"No offense but I'm not the type to go home with strangers, I don't know anything about you." I say.
"Oh no no, not to my house. I own a club down the road with a few rooms above for guests, you're welcome to stay in one if you like. Sorry I should have mentioned that before." he says.
"Ok well in that case yes that would be great if you have a spare room. All the other places I've been past so far is fully booked." I say.
"Yeah there's a family reunion, and history convention in town, and a lot of people visit this time of year so a lot of places are full, it's usually not this bad but with the convention and the reunion it makes it that bit harder to find a room." he says.
"I thought there must be something going on. I don't remember it being this busy last time I was here, and I didn't think it could have changed so dramatically in just a few years, but then again a few years is a long time and lots of things can change over the course of it." I say.
"Well come with and we'll get you set up in a room. Do you need help with any luggage?" he asks.
"No thanks I got it." I say picking up my bag and following him down the street. A short time later we arrive at a multi-story building and go inside.
"Grab a seat and make yourself at home, I'll just run back and get the paperwork for the room. You want a drink or anything?" he asks.
"No thanks I stopped at a truck stop about an hour ago and got something there." I say dropping my bag on the floor and sitting down at the nearest table.
"Ok well make yourself comfortable and I'll be right back with your paperwork" he says flashing me a smile before disappearing through a door behind the bar.
While waiting for my host to return I pull out my phone and click through to my inbox and reply to the message I received earlier before slipping it back into my pocket and drumming my fingers on the table top and looking around what I am assuming is the main room of the club. The furniture all wooden, and there is a stage at one end with a microphone set up in the middle. The toilets sit off to one side of the room down a short passage. The bar at one end gleams brightly in the afternoon sun that drifts in through the windows. And a vast array of spirits and liqueurs sit on shelves behind it.
"Sorry about that, I got a phone call that couldn't wait while I was in the office." he says. "Here's the paperwork." he adds handing me a piece of paper and a pen.
I fill in the form and push it across the table to him before reaching into my handbag to get my wallet. "I'll pay you for one night straight up and weigh up my options tomorrow." I say counting out the correct money for the one nights accommodation and handing to him.
"Thanks" he says taking the money and tucking it into his pocket. "here's your key." he says handing it to me.
"So which room is mine?" I ask standing up.
"Room number six. Are you sure you don't want a drink?" he asks smiling at me.
"Yeah I'm sure thanks. I just want to get up to my room and jump in the shower." I say.
"Do you mind if I get one for myself?" he asks.
"Sure go ahead." I say.
"Thanks." he says with a smile looking into my eyes "Just do me a favour and don't scream." he adds before leaning forwards and opening his mouth.
In one fluid motion I grab him by the arm and throw him against the wall. "Did you really just try and compel me?" I ask.
"H-how did you.." he stutter.
"Know you were trying to compel me? Resist said compulsion? Over power you? All of the above?" I ask. "It's quite simple really, I've met your kind before, and I know exactly how to deal with unwanted attempts to drink my blood." I say before reaching back, snapping the leg off a chair and bringing it down towards his heart.
Before I can plunge my make-shift stake into his heart however a hand closes over mine halting my strike in mid-air. "Now, now love that's not very friendly is it?" a voice says. It's a voice I haven't heard in years, and one I will never forget.
A/N: Thanks for reading guys! As I said at the beginning of the chapter reviews would be much appreciated. I will post the next chapter in a few days.