London

Four years later ...

It was a beautiful day to find a new home. And a new roommate. I looked at my white skirt that I had bought a few weeks ago on net-a-porter. It had been raining for a while and I was already desperate to use it. Today was sunny, I felt melancholy. For someone who had lived all her life in Mystic Falls for twenty years and never come out from there, I was adapting very well.

I had gone to University and had liked to be with my best friend, Elena, who had lived with me since the first day we arrived at the University. Now that she's finished the course, she fled to New York and Stefan, my other best friend, was with her. Now I had to find a house to live. So far had been a failure.

When I came to London I was living with a girl who was very strange, I can say that the experience was very unpleasant. She wake up in the middle of the night came in my room and was looking at me during the rest of the night while I slept. I ran away from there! So is understandable why I'm so desperate to stay with this home and I want the owner of this last apartment available to accept me as a roommate. This house was a little more expensive than I had planned but the location was very good. I was on a internship of a well known magazine and I could say that along with the legacy that my father left me, I was not very badly financially. Live alone, was an option but after so many years living with Elena, I got used to not be alone. I was Miss Mystic Falls, whenever there was a dance or a party I was the one that organize it, so I've always been a very social person and never liked to be alone.

In addition, this apartment was a few streets away from my internship. I almost lost a taxi that was going to pass, and I could not lose because it was already late. I raised my hand and whistle and I was happy when I saw that the taxi driver stopped the taxi. I ran and got in the door, but instead of grabbing the handle I felt a hand. When I looked at my side, I saw a man, blonde with wide shoulders and a deep blue eyes.

'Where are you going?' he asked in a hoarse voice.

That way the British had to speak, that accent, still gave me chills. 'Soho' I replied. I had hoped that he was a gentleman and he gave me the taxi.

'Perfect' he opened the taxi door 'I also go to there, as I'm already late, I suggest we share the cab, love'.

I do not know how, but I found myself inside the taxi and he was sitting next to me. He indicated our location to the taxi driver and in five seconds we were already on the way.

I heard a phone ringing and knew that didn't belong to my mobile. The man next to me answered 'What happened?' he spoke low but very fast, I just understand I few words, like 'No' 'I'm already getting there' and 'Draws them'. When he hung up the call, turned to me.

'You're not from here?' he asked and I looked at him. He was dressed in a dark suit and a tie, also when he smiled showed dimples. He was really beautiful. Despite being blonde and having messy hair, I've always preferred dark. This reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Tyler.

I was blatantly look to him and when I noticed what I was doing, quickly looked to the side and I said 'No, I'm not here'.

'Visiting any relatives? Studying?' curious thingy...

'I'm here to work' I decided to give a direct and quick response.

'What type of work?' why he wanted to know all this?

'Is this your method of seduction? Get into taxis with girls and try to know everything about them? You are one of those crazies who chase women? Do I have to worry?'

'I have a tracker aspect? Most women would be very happy when tapped to be closed with me in a taxi to try to give me their number ... as well as other things' his eyes were up to my chest and then returned to my eyes.

He was cocky. Actually his aspect was dying, but damn ... that lack of respect. It wasn't necessary to be so direct, he should be accustomed to women fall at his feet ... 'I think that crazy theory is true' he was mistaken if he thought I was like the other women who grovel to him.

'I'm just talking by experience' he smiled.

'I will not give you my number ... or anything else' he smiled again 'I don't ask your number, do I? Just for you know, I have a girlfriend'.

When I looked at the window I realized that we had arrived at my destination. 'Here is great, thank you' I told the taxi driver, and then he stopped. I gave some money to the driver and open the door to go out. 'Goodbye Crazy John Doe'.

'Wait. I will say your name?' he continued to smile.

'No'.

...

As soon as the door opened and I first saw Rebekah Mikaelson I knew that I was going to like her. She was blond, high and smiley. I distinguish by far the real smiles. 'You came at the right time!' she moved away so that I could join. The living room had scattered shoes, champagne bottles and cups. 'I received friends last night and we drank a little more that unusual. Usually the house has a good aspect ... You're Caroline, right?'

'Shouldn't you have done this question before you let me go in?' the apartment was large, smelled fresh and clean.

'Should I?' Rebekah was a happy person. 'I'll shows the apartment! Come on'.

She opened the first door 'Here is the bathroom'. This bathroom was huge, had a bath, in which I ever imagined lying bathing and reading magazines. A double cabin with shower and a big mirror.

After seeing this, I had to ask 'Why his last companion left?'. It wasn't normal someone with a bathroom like these lost the roommate. Nobody in their right judgment would abdicate it.

'She was my brother's Kol girlfriend, and when they ended the relationship, she didn't want to be here. My other brother, Nik, bought this apartment and never used, so he offered to me'.

'He is a very generous brother'.

'He had a lot of luck in business and has a girlfriend who also thinks he's very generous. He gives her everything but does not realize that she is with him just for the money. Well ... This will be your room' Rebekah changed the conversation while she opened the door of a room.

I was in love with this house. I loved everything. No longer wanted to know how much it would cost me. Rebekah led me to the kitchen and started to make coffee. 'You know the Mikaels & Co? Nik and the Elijah, my other brother, inherited the company when my father died, they made investments and managed to have double the profit. Kol did not want this to him and decided to go the other way.'

'I feel sorry for your father's death' I understand what she felt. It was one of the reasons that led me to accept the internship away from my mother. She didn't understand what I felt with the death of my father.

'What are you doing here?'

'I'm taking an internship at Mode magazine. I finished my course a year ago and accepted the proposal that the magazine made me. They promised to hire me at the end of the year. So here I am!'

'Well, the bedroom is yours' Rebekah announced suddenly. 'I have the feeling that we'll be friends'.

So what do you think? Should I continue? I decided to change a little bit my style, and unlike my other story where the characters are vampires, here they are all human!

Reviews are always welcome.

Depending on your opinion I will continue this story (or not) and also my other history (Second World). Oh, and as always sorry my mistakes, English is not my first language.

Bye

-Di