Hey guys this is my new vampire diaries fanfic :) its an Alaric/OC pairing which i havent found many of on her so hopefully it will be good :) It takes place after Tyler has been turned into a hybrid except he isnt sire bonded to Klaus. Its where Klaus leaves town leaving Stefan behind to watch Elena but Rebekah has also left for now too. Anyway please read and enjoy and review! Criticism is welcome!
Thanks Rachel x
Chapter 1
I sat in the apartment, drinking a glass of rosy red O negative and watching old black and white films that I remember seeing at the movies when they were first invented. The lights were on low and there was a bowl of sweet popcorn next to me. I know what you're thinking, blood and popcorn is surely disgusting. Well, for a vampire like me it is actually pretty tasty.
It was dark outside, well it would be considering it was the middle of the night, and I could see all the streetlights and the traffic lights and even a few car headlights from my chair as I looked out the window. You'd think that being a creature of the night I'd be out partying at this hour, or at least sinking my teeth into some poor human's defenceless neck but of course I'm not. I'm sitting in the apartment, an apartment that although I own I can't really call a home. How can something you live in only for a few months every few years, or sometimes decades in my case, be called a home?
The walls are still bare, not one painting or canvas or anything on them. They are white and boring and plain and make the place seem unlived in. That's usually the case. I bought the apartment when it was built fifteen years ago, its one of my newer properties, and I've lived in it only about eighteen months over that time, never any longer than four months in one go. Its pretty much void of anything that could make it looked like someone lived here. That's the way most of my properties looked. What's the point of making something look nice if you're either just going to leave it within the next couple of months or it's going to get trashed in some big almighty battle?
I was staying in just north of Virginia at the moment; it was a nice place, one of the better places I'd been in my long life. At three-hundred and sixty-eight years old I'd been to many places all over the world. I suppose I could live anywhere if I really wanted to. I might even be able to stay in one place if there was a time when I was willing to risk it – unfortunately, as much as I hated the fact, that time was fast approaching. I could live a life and just hope he doesn't get to me before I'm ready, before its time to fight back. I'd liked England, but after I escaped from him I wasn't in any real mood to go back. I'd only visited England twice since I got away. I'd liked Australia and Italy too. But for the last hundred and fifty years at least – except for the occasional holiday abroad – I'd stayed in America, travelling around and pretending I was one of them. I'd even developed an accent. How human of me.
The credits rolled on the T.V and I wasn't really in the mood to watch anymore films, or any other television programs for that matter. I always thought the T.V was a great invention, but since I've spent the majority of my life without such entertainment, it's hardly something I depend upon to keep myself entertained. Over the years, I'd made friends, not many since you never know who's going to turn you in. Charlotte had found her "soul mate", or so she'd claimed, in another vampire about forty years ago and they'd settled down together in Tuscany. I visited every few years but I didn't want to lead any danger to there door. It was a similar story for Rosetta and Carmen too, except they were in India and Romania. Right now, I was pretty much alone.
I knew that I wouldn't be alone for long; Elijah had told me already that she'd be calling soon. Jazira had predicted it. Really, I should be enjoying the peace and safety that I've got right now because soon all hell would be breaking loose and unfortunately I'd be right in the thick of it. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to run and hide some more, just like I have for the past two hundred and thirty three years since I got out of that tomb in 1778. But I know I can't run away because if I do I'll never be free. And as angry as I am, I know that I have to help her when she asks. I probably would have agreed to help even if Elijah hadn't asked me to.
I reached under the chair cushion and pulled out the calendar that I kept under there. It had been months since I'd last spoken to Elijah and I knew by now that he'd be dead. He knew when we spoke last that he was going to die soon. Jazira had predicted that too. I used to think that Elijah put too much faith in Jazira's predictions but I'd come to realise that they were actually scarily accurate. But I suppose that's nothing in my world. After all I do live in a world of vampires, witches, werewolves and God only knows what else. So really, Jazira's power or "gift" as Elijah used to call it. Really, I was probably one of the strangest of them all. As far as I'm aware, I'm the only one of my kind, a hybrid of a completely new making, a different kind of hybrid to…Klaus. That's why I was made all those years ago.
Yes, it should be anytime now, I thought to myself. I stood up, putting my empty glass down on the table. I crossed my arms across my chest and walked across the room to the big floor to ceiling window that covered the whole of one wall. I rested my head against the window and closed my eyes. I sucked in a deep breath. Was I really ready to come out of hiding? Was I ready to fight and protect and defend?
I blinked as the sun shone across the room, blinding me a little as I woke up. Thankfully I had one of those great day rings that let me walk around when the sun is up without getting burned up and baked. I like the sun, I like the way it makes me feel. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my ring. I couldn't imagine living and hiding in the dark again, I couldn't go back to that. There was no way on earth that I was going back there.
I stretched and smiled to myself as I let the warmth spread over me. I got out of bed and grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe. Fashion was something that had most certainly changed over the decades and over the centuries. My clothing had changed so much since I was turned. Everything was just so different. But I suppose that as time goes by you get used to the changes, but I suppose that if you didn't adapt then you would struggle to survive or struggle to hide in a changing society.
I helped myself to a bag of blood once I was dressed. I didn't drink from humans, at least not directly. Over the years I'd become acclimatised to death and destruction; it was part of the vampire way of life. I admit that I have killed before; most of the killing took place when I was young and freshly changed but sometimes even now the temptation can be too great to withstand. I drink blood from bags that are stolen from hospitals and other places that store blood bags. You'd be surprised by the blood trade in the vampire community for those who didn't want to harm the human population.
I was pulled from my reverie by a high pitched ringing sound; my phone. I gasped. There were very few people who had that number: Elijah and whoever Elijah had given that number to. I spun round quickly, if any humans had been watching I would have just looked like a blur to them. With shaking hands I picked up the phone. At first I couldn't answer, I literally couldn't answer it. It was like I was frozen to the spot. Was I really ready for this? Breathe, Alexandra, I told myself, it's now or never. I pressed the little green phone sign.
"Hello" I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
"Alexandra? Is that you?" she said on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Katherine it's me" I said quietly.
