Time Skip half a year after Regrets And Wishes
Lianna Tiller was always a party girl, always had been always would be. At fifteen the mixed breed girl fell in love with an original, had grown her addiction with drugs and was now sitting in a bar getting wasted; her typical Friday night.
She'd often spend her days in New York fixated her days and part of her nights to endeavour Kol's resurrection, though she was determined she was sadly at loss. Her parents and siblings tried to contact her especially after Jeremy's death; Tatianna had attempted to track Lianna down however Lianna just simply dismissed her with a flick of her wrist. Lianna was sitting at the bar, her long brown hair in a messy bun at the top of her hair. Stray pieces pulled out framing her perfectly structured face. The tight black bodycon moulded to her body, her body which looked as if it had been carved from the gods. The pop of gold highlighter emphasizing to the top of her high cheekbones.
The signature bold red lip, which held a devious smirk. Her eyes aimlessly wandered across the heaps of people. Though many guys hit on her she'd just use them as snacks or if she was in a good mood, treats.
The loud music booming behind her, but she heard his seamless, deep voice effortlessly. "Now, what's a pretty girl like you on, on a Friday night sitting at the bar, all alone?" He teased tutting. Lianna instantly recognized the foreign accent as British though she didn't want to admit it because Kol had one and thinking about Kol just caused her immense pain.
She rolled her eyes expectedly, "I'm not interested." She simply responded. Motioning for the bartender for a refill. Though Lianna couldn't see him she sensed her was smirking. "Feisty, I like it. I have a thing for a pretty thing with sharp tongues." He stated.
Liana froze the same statement Kol had said to her. The small gasp escaping her plump lips. Whipping her head around, she noticed a boy in his late teens/early twenties sitting next to her. His dirty blonde hair in small curls at the top of his head. The salient blue eyes, held a distinct mad gleam in them.
His smirked seemed to widen at this, "No need to be so startled darling." She felt her blood run cold, only Kol called her darling. "Don't call me that." She snapped warningly. He held his hands up in surrender.
"Ok then, love. What's your name?" The unmistakable resemblance to Kol frightened her but she brushed it off, assuring herself Kol was dead. If he wasn't he would have come and found her. She spent so long in isolation in order to find a spell to bring him back, despite the trouble with Silas.
"None of your business." She resorted angrily drowning her drink.
"Oh come on love no need to be so nasty!" He replied in mock hurt.
"Actually I find nastiness essential when some bitch-boy tries to hit on me." She hissed.
"Come on love, that's a bit mean." He pointed out.
"No, it's not, now get lost." She retorted impatiently.
"Ok, one drink that's it! One drink and if I'm still bad company after that, then I'll leave." He proposed.
She rolled her eyes but nodded. "Great!" He beamed clapping his hands.
"Great!" He beamed clapping his hands.
"I'll have bourbon, and for the lady..."
She rolled her eyes, "Bourbon too."
His eye's shot up, he seemed impressed. "Surprised, pretty thing like you can take something strong as bourbon."
She scoffed, "Trust me; I can take way stronger than bourbon." She growled under her breath thinking he wouldn't here but with his quick wit and hearing he heard it and smirked wider. He seemed to be enjoying the company, vastly.
"So you didn't answer my question, love. What are you doing here?"
She merely rolled her eyes again, "Can a girl not have a little fun!" She sighed exasperatedly.
"Yes, but it would be better if she had someone to do it with." He whispered smirking.
She scoffed, "Yeah trust me, your way not my type." She replied.
"Oh really? And what is exactly your type?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
She paused and pretended to think really hard, as she hummed in thought. "The opposite of you." She resorted sassily.
"Come on love play nice." He teased.
Gulping down the remaining of her bourbon, she harshly pushed the chair back, the screeching causing her to wince as it hit her eardrums. "Ok times up, you're down."
"Aw come on love, was my company that bad?" He asked.
"Yep." She replied slightly popping the p.
"Ok then, at least tell me your name than love." He weakly persuaded.
"None of your business." She smirked.
He pouted, before quickly replacing his usual smirk. "Ok then, until again, Love" He stated.
"And what exactly makes you think there will be an again?" She asked curiously, her perfectly plucked eyebrow raised as her hands rested on her hips.
"Of course there will be." He stated.
She raised her brow, "Ok whatever."
Walking out he heard her yell, "Goodbye Beautiful Stranger."
OMGGGG New chapter, now who is this mystery boy? Guess you'll have to find out!