"Ahh he's awake, hope the journey here wasn't too uncomfortable for you, I apologise in the unholy manner that my brother and sister brought you here. Take all the time you need to rest it was a long journey you are on breakfast will be in the court yard when you're ready. Oh where are my manners. My name is Elijah, the older more gentlemanly of the siblings." I woke up some were completely contrasting were I was knocked out not that I know where that was, but instead of a box I assume I was in. I have woken in a huge elegant 4 poster bed, the linen fit for a king, Egyptian I think. I was lost in comfort I completely forgot that Elijah was there, standing no lingering the door way staring. I guess that runs in the family. "Well I must be off, I have a few errands to run if you need anything don't be hesitant to ask and I will meet you in the courtyard later on this morning." And up he left with grace and poise like no other. He was wearing this immaculate black fitted suit but no tie. Buttoned down at least one or two. His face unlike his siblings was filled with trust and loyalty what it is with this family and being all so beautifully stunning. Then I heard it, this beautiful sound flowing through the window, its notes making love to my ears. The breeze blew in a calming morning breeze and the sun broke through the thin curtains. Music still lulling me mesmerizing me such a beautiful jazz accompaniment.
"Such a beautiful musician isn't he," Rebekah had stood in the door way but how long for? Is it rude of me to ask? "I would like to apologize, for the way that we met in that awful cold. I'm Rebekah, and you are? I'll tell you what you are a confusion. That's what you are, for some reason my idiot brother is intrigued by you so we all have to play along with treating you like royalty so I'll tell you what stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours." As you could tell and what I learnt quickly is Rebekah is a bitch. Plain and simple. She turned and proceeded out the door when I replied under my breath of course "Don't worry that won't be a problem Bitch" and within not even a second I was pinned up against the wall, feet of the floor daggling. What on earth Rebekah's whole face change to this dark being this hideous, terrifying being "what did you just call me I will rip your throat out where you stand! I don't know what my brother sees in you but if you are going to be a pet of his then ill treat you like one" her first was closing tighter and tighter over my throat and all I could do was gasp I felt this dark energy inside me burning through my flesh it was rising up my body until "surely he was saying what we all know to be true, dear sister now. Put. Him. Down. Or I will put you down." Now Elijah was standing at the door calm as the Morning Sea but stern. Rebekah glared at him then back to me then at him again. I hit the floor and she stormed out. Whatever that energy was that I was feeling was gone now, but left in its path was exhaustion. An in a flash Elijah had picked me up of the floor and put me back on the bed. What is it with this family?
"I am truly sorry about Rebekah she will be put in her place don't you worry, you are under my roof you have my protection." That ocean calmness he had in his voice was so soothing I wanted to do anything for him but like word vomit it all came splurging out "Who are you? What are you? What am I doing? Who got her knickers in a twist? What the hell is going on?" I couldn't help it, it had been the weirdest I don't know night in my life. Klaus took a step back, I think my being blunt took him back "you shock me, Justin but answers will come soon I promise for you and for me. However I can answer some of your questions now. What are we well my friend you know those dark tales of vampires and werewolves?" I nodded "well, I am not one of them." Again with his soothing voice "ok." Was my only answer what on earth is he talking about. "I am far worse, I am what they call a hybrid. The original hybrid both vampire and wolf." The life in my face had dropped that feeling I had when I touched him that nothingness feeling wasn't just me being strange it was the sense of death. If I wasn't already sitting down I think I would have fallen. "Are you going to kill me?" was the only six words I could manage to push out of my mouth. "God no! No one will touch a single hair on your head, you are worth so much more alive to me then dead." What, what on earth is he talking about what does he think I am? "What do you think I am? I'm just normal" fear was rising again, although it doesn't feel like fear any more it felt like complete and utter energy. "In full truth, Justin I don't know but I'm going to find out. Get some rest" and he was gone.
I bet your wondering why my reaction to all this wasn't so big, and I guess it's because If you had grown up in a family like I had, with grams bantering on about the dark and mysterious world, and how she always used to say fairy tales must have come from somewhere. When children used to get bed time stories I was lucky to get bed time nightmares. Grams brought me up and it was always her and me from since I can remember. So growing up listening to these tales these stories now feels like she was warning me, like she knew but she was just grams English lit lecturer for the local university who specialised in folk legend and mystery. I just pinned it down to to much time in the library.
After managing to slip away from the comfort of the bed, the only safe haven, I wondered through the halls of my captured home. I guess that's what I am a prisoner, could this be classed as kid napping, abduction? I guess so but I'm free to roam. And I wondered down the halls of what seemed to be a never ending house, or was it a hotel? There were no room numbers on the doors but they were all locked. And there was rows of paintings upon paintings on every space on the old grey painted walls. Landscapes and buildings beautiful paintings but yet nothing signed by anyone. And then the music started that beautiful symphony swimming through the air to my ears were is it coming from. I begin walking slowly to it mesmerised by its melodies. When I came up on a beautiful painting of horses running through a river. It was so exquisite, the horses were so elegant, poised and just sheer beauty. "So beautiful," oh did I say that out loud dam, I looked around but no one was there. I reached up to touch the brush strokes I was fully emerged in the painting when "it's a beautiful thing a bond like those of the wild horses. Running wild and free they could be any were in the world yet they decide to stick together as one. A family unit." Klaus was stood behind me just staring at me. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude it's just Elijah said I could look around and I was sick of just lying in my room." He just looked at me with a smile, a cheeky smile. What I he thinking. "Don't be silly, treat this like your home you are free to come and go as you please." His reply struck me I guess it's not abduction or kidnapping then. "Oh erm, sorry to have to ask this but why did you bring me here?" I had no clue why I'm here yet I am and in his presence I didn't want to go. I could see in his face he was thinking of a reply when he said "let me answer your question with another question. Maybe you can find the answer within your own. Tell me what do you see in that painting?" what? Why doesn't he just tell me what he wants with me? Ok so I turn to face the painting close my eyes and take a deep breath and said the first thing that came to me. "Erm, well I guess I see the horses running in unison, maybe playing although the masculinity of the horse center shows me his dominating power a power that he controls himself. He is ahead of the others which makes me think he is leading the pack, is it a pack? Wait did you paint this?" the realization hit me when looking deeper its him and his family the white horse's femininity and yet rebellious approach would be Rebekah, the grey horse the middles right hand side Elijah and the middle Klaus controlling, makes sense after seeing how Rebekah backed down to him. "I did." The smile on his face was one of pride he looked at me like I was a prize but of what competition. "You have something about you I can't put a finger on, the others are surprised that I haven't killed you and fed on you. They don't see it but there is something about you. I knew from the moment I touched you and you got the feeling of nothingness that you weren't human. And then when I compelled you. You didn't even know yourself. I guess you're my new project. Take your time and wonder we shall be waiting in the courtyard for you." And with that he was gone.
As you can imagine my whole emotion system had been torn, I should feel scared petrified waking up in a strange place, with hybrids and whatever else there is. I clearly never made the best impression with Rebekah so she blatantly wants to rip my head off. Yet I am calm and relaxed in this serene place. There was something in Klaus's eyes which told me I was safe. I stood for a moment more looking at the horses he must have painted all of these and that's why there wasn't any signed. The courtyard was situated in the middle as the house squared of around it. I was on the middle level of the house so looking over the balcony at the cobbled floor beneath gave me the perfect view of a family so beautiful it wasn't natural. Well I guess they're not, I wonder how old they are. "Justin come join us." Elijah waved me down. I climbed down the wooded stairs and entered the courtyard. "you know what suddenly I don't feel like sitting in the court yard," Rebekah stood rudely out of her seat "Rebekah sit!" the stern tone in Klaus's voice almost made me sit were I was. She sat back down but let's just say she didn't like it. Bitch. "Justin please join us." The only seat left was one to the left of Klaus and of course facing Rebekah. Great. "Sure, I'm starved what's for lunch." Silence filled the table and they all just looked at me. "Oh, I'm sorry of course you don't eat food you eat." I apologised before Rebekah rudely interrupted "YOU! We drink from humans and we should have drained you! I am out of here." and with that Rebekah was gone, Elijah out of habit stood with her and then sat back down "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset her." "Don't worry about our dear sister she is going through a tough time at the moment. How silly of us what would you like and I'm sure we will get someone to fetch you some food." Elijah was such a gentleman "No don't worry about it I wasn't that hungry anyway," I answered with blatant stomach rumbles. "Don't be silly." Elijah insisted "No I was going to grab something when I wondered around outside of the house surely there is a town or a village or something," I questioned "Yes of course give me a second and I will take you," offered Klaus standing up and fixing himself tucking his shirt in. "I don't want to be in the way you already look so busy as it is" I pleaded I kind of wanted to be alone with my thoughts. "I will take him" who was that, a voice I didn't recognise so it's not just the 3 of them of course this home is huge. "Ahh Hayleigh, it's so nice to grace us with your presence." Klaus criticized the glares between the both of them gave of a tension I couldn't put my finger on. "Erm Sure thanks" and I got up and followed her out of the small gate to the corner of the court yard. I could feel their eyes burning into the back of my head what was it that they wanted? Who was it that they thought I was. Hayleigh was beautiful, I mean stunning such beautiful bronze skin, petite but strong you could see it she wore, jeans and crop but with boots. It was almost as if she knew she was beautiful and she wanted everyone else to know to. There was a kick ass attitude about her unlike Rebekah I really liked. And respected. Rebekah was almost spoilt brat compared to her.
Hayleigh showed me all around New Orleans, oh yeah that's where we was. And we ended up in this cool bar she must have known the bar tender because she bought us 2 beers, I mean I don't even like beer I don't believe anyone actually does they just drink it but any how "you play?" she referenced to the pool table. It looked old but I guess I was ok my friend had one in his garage so we played a lot, "sure." I answered "I may be a bit rusty haven't played for a while." "Looser buys the next drinks?" Hayleigh replied with a devilish look in her eye which meant I'm going to get my ass kicked at pool. "Well get your purse out because you're about to get the next round" fake confidence but I can't show fear. "Oh fighting talk I like it." She laughed and we played for the next couple of hours it was 7-2 and yes she was winning. "So what are you?" she asked out of the blue after taking her shot and missing the pocket, "2 shots to you by the way" she gestured " Ok thanks and I don't know what you're talking about" what is it with these people with trying to find out what I am? "Don't play that with me come on what are you, I won't tell Klaus it's the only thing keeping you alive" keeping me alive great, but can I tell her I don't even know what to tell her. I can't trust her right? "Ok, ok. I don't know for sure what I am, I haven't been affected by the curse yet but I was brought up by my grams, but I guess this is where it got tricky. My grams wasn't an ordinary grandma she didn't do the whole knitting, rocking chair and had a perm thing. She was different." Well she was my grams hated all that stereotypical crap, "Different how do you mean," by the sounds of it Hayleigh was beginning to worry and get on edge. But I was just playing pool potting the balls I was winning for a change. "She was I don't know how to describe it, she just erm she told me these stories of when she was younger. I didn't believe them I just thought she was making them up but then" it was her shot but, I could tell she lost no interest in the game. "What stories Justin?"Hayleys eyes closed with suspicion, her face had changed she looked different scarier, harsher. "Of vampires, and werewolves and witches and a family called the originals and of a great power. I don't know I thought it was just stories she read them from what she said was her diaries I mean come one who even kept a diary not much had changed anyway." i answered aware of the new look she had in her eye, She began to take a step towards an empty booth the bar was getting more fuller now but no one could hear us the music and the mindless chatter drowned us out. "What did you say your grandmother's name was?" I didn't have I said too much "I didn't." she gave me a stern look as if to say stop messing with me "ok erm Bonnie, Bonnie Benet." It wasn't until then I realised the bar grew silent and all heads were looking straight at me but how could they have heard that name.