This story is going to be very special! Co-Written with Realm1993. We will both have our own OC. Mine will be Nettie/Nettle and Realm1993 will be writing for her OC Leila! This is one hundred percent 50/50. Please review and let us know just what you think!
Chapter two:
Klaus walked down the staircase as the teenagers and adults around him made their way towards the dance floor. It wasn't something he understood. The need to dance. At least not these days. There were more interesting things out there to entertain a person. His eyes moved to Caroline as she swirled around a blond boy.
He felt his face grow hot. He hated the way he needed her. He didn't know why..
"You watch after the blond girl again." Elijah said, taking his spot beside Niklaus.
"Waste of my time really." Klaus lied to his brother.
"It isn't a bad thing you know. You are drawn to good even when you lean towards bad." His brother smiled knowingly. Even when he and his brother fought he still truly saw him for what he was. A lost child. "She shines bright amongst the rest."
Nettie shuffled her way out the large doorway and quickly towards the way outside. She had made it! Freedom. She walked out into the night and scanned the area.
As she made for the stairwell down to the cars she tripped on her dresses, twisting her heel. "God dammit!" She mumbled angrily, taking a seat on the nearest bench.
Niklaus let his eyes wander, allowing them to fall on a blond girl on the nearest bench. Her hair wasn't curly like Caroline's. She wasn't as tall. But there was something he couldn't look away from as she sat muttering obscenities to herself.
"What is that?" Elijah asked his brother, perking up as he took in the air around them. Something sweet drifted past him as they spoke. But it was enough to notice.
"...Something... odd." Klaus narrowed his eyes at the girl and lifted his chin as he watched his brother walk down the rest of the stairwell, in her direction.
"Stupid goddam shoes. Who wears these things? I hate you!" She stammered, pulling the things from her feet grumpily. When she finally managed it she began throwing her shoes into the nearest bush. One by one they hit the wet plants behind her.
Elijah smiled to himself as he watched the girl chuck her shoes away.
He stopped walking when he stepped down on the stair above the one she was sitting on.
The girl looked up at him over her shoulder almost immediately. "You want them? I'll bet you do. They went that way." She told Elijah, pointing towards the bushes.
"Why is it that a young woman like yourself is out here all alone? You're missing all the dancing." He didn't care why she was out here. Anyone could figure it out. Maybe he just had to hear the girl speak a bit longer.
"Because dancing is stupid. Because heels and dresses are stupid." She said, forgetting that she did not know the man. She reached down to her swollen ankle a moment, wincing as she did so. Her hand heated at the touch and she knew it was done. "I'm going to my car. I'm putting on pants and runners. Then I am going back inside to talk my friend into leaving."
"So soon? That is a real shame." Elijah narrowed his eyes ever-so-slightly at the girl. "At least let me walk with you to your car. The darkness is full of unexpected dangers."
She mumbled under her breath as she stood up onto her feet. The pain in her ankle gone as if it were never there. "I'm not an invalid. I certainly don't need help changing." She just wanted to be left alone. She didn't care that he was mildly attractive. She never cared.
"I truly hope I did not insult you. I will leave you be then, Miss? Thank you for stopping by, and thank your friend as well, for my family and I." He watched as she continued her angry mumbling, huffing as she shrugged him off. He had hoped to get a name but had not been so lucky.
Nettie pulled the car door open and shoved herself inside it. It was a rather ridiculous thing if you had been lucky enough to watch it. The dress was so poofy it barely fit inside the small metal object. But eventually she managed to get changed, climbing back out into the cool night air.
Leila nonchalantly strolled out of the ballroom after Damon, a few minutes after he'd left. She had to tell Nettie. She just had to! A vampire?! What had he been talking about?! Was it all real?
"Nettie?" Leila called softly, as she walked over to the punch bowl, where she figured her sister would be.
Nope. She wasn't there.
Leila let her eyes wander the large, bright room. She couldn't help but feel like she was being watched, or even worse, being looked at as a target now that possibly Damon's secret was out.
Nettie made her way up the stone steps, not seeing the weird, proper man from earlier. She sighed to herself. She was so happy to avoid him.
Opening the door to go find Leila, Nettie blinked twice to find her friend standing right in front of her, hair a mess and face flushed. Leila's eyes looked a little wild.
"What happened to you? You fall down the staircase?" She asked her as she looked Leila up and down a few times. Nothing exciting ever happened to them.
"...I have to tell you something... But you'll probably think I've gone crazy." Leila frowned. "I don't exactly know if I believe it myself..."
"Elena exploded and everyone left the party? We get to leave early!" Nettie said excitedly, raising her fist into the air. But Leila's face didn't change. She didn't laugh or sigh in exasperation like she normally would.
"I'm serious this time, Nettie." Leila took Nettie's arm and leaned in to whisper in her ear, eyes darting across the room a few times before speaking. "Someone just told me that he's a vampire."
"Oh. Right." Nettie said, sighing as she realized what was going on. "Stefan, right?"
Leila blinked twice, staring Nettle in the eyes. "Wait, what? Why Stefan?" Leila scratched the back of her head. "And... you didn't laugh at me."
"Because. You know me, I feel things. Peoples health.. Their state of minds. He doesn't have one. He's pretty blank all the time. That isn't normal Lei."
Leila looked down at their feet, tapping her toe against Nettie's runners. "Well, it wasn't Stefan... It was another man. Remember the guy who we saw driving Elena home this morning?"
"Yep. The dark and broody dude." She nodded.
"Well, you see, we danced and he seemed really upset about something... Well, I don't know why, but he was confiding in me..." Leila shook her head. "Why would he just tell me that and let me walk away? Do you really think it's true?"
"What am I Lei?" She asked, a look of worry on Nettie's face as she asked her question. The same question she and Leila had asked each other a million times over. "Why am I the way I am? Am I possible?"
"I guess you have a point..." Leila hugged herself. "But if you were Damon, would you just tell me your deepest, darkest secret and let me go without doing something about it? I'm kind of scared..."
"I don't know. I would assume by the look of the guy that he has his own things to deal with. Maybe we will get lucky and he will forget about you." Nettle hoped so.
Leila glanced at the staircase going up to the second floor. "I wonder where he left to in such a hurry...?"
Nettie's ears perked up. "Why would you worry?" She asked her friend.
Leila opened her mouth to answer, but immediately shut it. She shrugged. "You know I'm too curious for my own good."
"So we go up there and see what's up." Nettie grabbed her by the arm and began pushing her towards the stairs. "C'mon, you lead the way."
Leila and Nettle walked as quietly as they could through the hallway. Leila stopped, Nettle bumping into her ruffled skirts, at the sound of a voice.
"Good evening. You're Rebekah's friend. We haven't met."
Leila pressed herself against the wall and peeked slightly around the corner.
"He isn't even here." Nettie began to speak but Leila's hand flew up to quiet her. Nettie huffed, leaning back so that the two men wouldn't see them. She hated being shushed. It never mattered who did it. "Fine. We'll listen to the boring people talk."
"Yeah, uh.. I am Matt Donavan." The blonde boy said back, unsure if he should be alone with Kol. The smile he wore screamed untrustworthy. As he took Kol's hand he began to regret it.
"Kol Mikaelson." Kol squeezed Matt's hand tightly.
Matt screamed in agony and Leila tensed beside Nettie. But Nettie had trouble focusing as she winced against the wall. It was as if she could feel the bones cracking in Matt's hand.
Before either of them could focus Damon came flying out of the hallway behind them towards Kol. "Hey, hey, hey..." Damon stopped behind Kol. "Easy on the hand. Guy's a quarterback."
Before Kol even had a moment to react, Damon shoved him. Matt stepped out of the way, cradling his mangled hand, his face a mask of pure pain.
Leila stepped away from the wall, and Matt looked up to her. Leila's heart skipped a beat as Damon pushed Kol over the edge of the balcony and jumped down after him.
Nettie's head cleared as she stared in shock, her hand on her forehead. Leila jumped up and ran towards Matt without thinking. "Nettie! Nettie!" Leila wasn't too sure what was going on. She wasn't positive she even wanted to know. But one thing was certain, Matt was badly injured, and the only person Leila could think of to help him out was Nettle.
"No." Nettie said, shaking her head stubbornly. "No, Lei! We got our answer. Now we go." She backed up down the hallway. She didn't need this, not now. In front of people who would remember. There was no way she was helping. Besides, what had Matt ever done for her?
"Who are you two? What are you doing here? You should go." Matt shook his head.
Leila looked Matt in the eyes. "No, you're hurt." She looked over her shoulder, to the edge of the balcony where Damon had pushed Kol over. She bit her bottom lip, then snapped her head in Nettie's direction. "Fine. I'll take him down there." Leila hoped that this would snap Nettle out of her stubborn daze.
But it didn't. Nettie shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest as her friend walked with Matt back down the stair case.
The entire Mikaelson clan stood below, watching as the two came towards them. Stefan took over quickly, helping Matt down onto the stair. "Kol broke his hand." Leila said, "Damon stopped him." She felt the need to stand up for the vampire.
"Then he threw him over the fence and broke his neck." Nettie added. "Sucha fun guy Lei." She was pissed right off that she had been brought anywhere near this.
"Kol did this?" Esther asked, looking back at her children.
"I think I know what happened mother. I am so sorry." Rebekah told her, "Kol was upset with you. He wanted to ruin your party. I thought I had talked him out of it."
"Enough!" Elena stammered, moving towards Matt. "Stefan you have to help him. How can he play now?"
"...I'm not too sure I'm comfortable with that, Elena..." Matt said softly, wincing at the slightest touch to his hand.
"...But, Matt..."
"Elena. I'm not drinking Stefan's blood." Matt was being stubborn on the matter. Leila could tell he wasn't going to get help from Stefan, Damon, or the Mikaelsons.
"Nettie can help you." Leila said again, this time giving her friend a stern look. The look that said, 'do it or I will kill you.'
"What? What can she do?" Matt croaked, looking up at Nettle.
"This is what you want?" Nettie asked Leila. "You want me to out myself in front of these.. Things?" She asked.
Leila could almost feel what Nettie was feeling just from the look in her friend's eyes. She couldn't just leave a good person like Matt in a situation... But then again, she knew nothing about these people... These vampires.
Leila swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah."
Nettie sighed, kneeling down to Matt's level. "Kay look football. This isn't going to be all rainbows and sunshine. When I do this it will hurt." She told him, watching his eyes for understanding.
Matt nodded slowly. "What are you?"
"Who knows. Maybe I am some kind of cave dwelling troll." When she looked up at him she tried her best to smile. Obviously she wasn't a cave dwelling troll. As he began to smile back she grabbed his hand.
Slowly her hands warmed, a small white light enveloping it. A loud crack could be heard in the silence around them as the hand knit itself back together. Matt cried out loudly putting his head down against his chest.
She felt each individual person's glare on her back as she ground her teeth together. Although she did not feel the exact pain that Matt did, she felt something close to it. Her head felt hot and sweaty as she released him, stumbling back onto the floor.
"Nettie!" Leila fell to her knees beside her friend and cradled her.
Elena covered her mouth with her hands, eyes wide.
"This is rather interesting," Klaus said on a breath. He began to think of all the ways this may be useful to him.
"Indeed it is, my son." Esther's lips were pursed in a tight line across her face. She watched the small girl. She watched her hands as she performed her magic and she watched as whatever she had done took it's toll. This was not something a witch could do. At least not this way. Was there something else other then her family that she had to worry about?
"Come on, we are leaving." Elena said, leading Leila and her friend away from the crowd. Stefan walked behind them, making sure that they were safe. Once they were far enough away Elena spoke again. "What was that?" She asked.
Leila swallowed. She'd known this would come up one way or another. The only thing was, neither she nor Nettie knew exactly what all that was, either. "We don't know," Leila said, hearing a bit of a panic in her tone, though she couldn't figure out exactly why that was. Maybe she was afraid of how the vampires might react?
"She smells different." Stefan said, crossing his arms over his chest. "She isn't human. At least not completely." He looked back at Elena.
"What do you mean she isn't human? She is clearly human." Leila said, standing up for her friend. "She's just different."
"No. Witches are different." He fought back, "Traveler's are different.. But she is not human. There's no way." He had never seen a witch or a traveler who smelled like Nettie did.
"It's fine Lei. I'm fine." Nettie said, shrugging Leila's hands from her body. "I don't need you to stand up for me this time. I want to hear what he has to say."
Leila sighed, feeling almost bad that all this happened now that it was over with, but at the same time, she almost felt relief. If Stefan had even the littlest explanation to what was going on with her sister, than she was all ears. "Okay." She looked to Stefan expectantly. "Would you mind telling us more?"
"I can't tell you anymore then that." He shrugged. He hadn't smelled anything like it before. Ever.
"So that's it? That is all you can tell us?" Leila asked, getting a bit angry.
"You walked into all this. Not the other way around." He snapped back.
Elena looked up to Stefan with lips parted in surprise. "Stefan..." She frowned, giving the girls an apologetic look.
Leila shook her head. "No, he's right." Leila looked to Nettie. "It's probably best we get going."
"No. No wait." Elena said, stopping them. "You have to understand what just happened in there. When you did what you did.. You showed yourself to the Original vampires."
"They aren't going to understand." Stefan cut in.
"Stefan!" She scolded him again, "Look.. There are things.. Bad things in Mystic Falls. They are part of those things. Now that they have seen what you did back there I fear that they would try to hurt your sister."
Leila and Nettle exchanged looks. "What do we do?"
"You stick with us. You saved one of my best friends.. " Elena looked at Nettle as she spoke. "Together we will protect what's ours."