Chapter 3

'Please tell it again' Alaric Saltzman, also called Rick, laughed heartily as he struggled to breathe.

'I am happy you can laugh at me, Rick.' Damon replied in offended and aggressive tone.

'You turned my wife into a vampire; I have every right to laugh.'

'When are you going to let that go?'

'Well, if this girl is as great as I think, I won't have to let it go.'

'She is not a vampire or a witch. She is just a human.'

'That is what makes the story so much better!'

'And here I thought it was my beautiful brown eyes?' Chiara stood behind Alaric with a devilish grin. She placed herself beside Damon and asked Matt for a glass of juice. Rick stared at her for while but then smiled. She was nothing like what he had expected. She was short but her brown skin complemented her dark hair and brown eyes. She wore black, loose trouser with a grey and white checkered shirt. The under lip was bigger than her upper lip, which gave her a mysterious smile. 'You will have to buy me dinner if you keep staring, Mr. Saltzman.'

'Keep bothering Damon like that and I will buy you a house.'

She laughed briefly before she took a sip of her juice. 'I would prefer to have yours.' She took out a key from her right pocket and played with it in her hands. They knew that the keys had to belong to him. Rick hastily checked his pockets and jacket but only found his wallet and a tarot card. It was the card of star. He laughed briefly, and she gave it back with a wink.

'You are not funny.' Damon said in his usual disgust manner.

'The card of death seems to disagree.'

'What is that even suppose to mean? Are you really threatening a vampire and even more foolish, an original one?'

'You are so insecure and angry. Is that vampirism or is it just you?'

He laughed sarcastically, 'I can twist your little neck in seconds'

'Of course you can, and I can wake up from the death. It could be our little trick. See; we can get along.' Her fingers suddenly began to polish the ring on her right hand. It was, however, not just an ordinary ring. It was old, and the two men knew exactly what it meant. Rick had the same ring. 'How did you get one? Only Jeremy and I have one.' He asked in horror.

'I have the right kind of friends.'

'I can cut it off your hand and kill you.' Damon said more annoyed than before.

'You talk so much; do ever do anything?' Chiara smiled.

That was the last drop. With a sudden move and an incredible speed, he grabbed her hand, crushed his glass to cut the ring of her; but he suddenly realized that nothing happened. There was no blood or scream of pain. He looked back at her in surprise. Chiara was still smiling as she grab her glass with the right hand and said, 'how rude of me, I lend you a fake hand.' She took a sip as Rick laughed with an impressed grin.

Damon threw the robber arm away as he leaned forward to whisper, 'how long can your tricks save you, Chiara.'

'I can see that I am really annoying you, so I have come with a proposal. If you stay out of my business, then I will stay out of yours. Leave me alone, and you will never have to deal with me again.'

Rick smiled to Damon, 'you should take the offer, Damon.'

'Tell me how you do it, and then I will leave you alone.' Damon said determined

'I deceive your senses.'

'It is not possible.'

'And I keep polishing your ego, because that is my greatest treasure.'

'Tell me the truth!'

'You know what, Damon. I am done playing nice. Stay away from me, or I will have to teach you some manners. I have been doing this since I was five, and that is only counting the good years, so if you think that I can't handle a little insecure vampire, you must be a bigger fool than I thought.'

She got up from the chair and was about to walk out but stopped when Kol Mikaelson came in her way. 'Is he bothering you, darling?'

'I haven't decided yet.'

He smiled and took a step closer to her, 'I think that we should have a new a start. We have gotten the wrong impression of each other. Let's have a drink.'

'If you had come five minutes ago, I might have considered it but your little dog here has put me in a bad mood. You should really keep him in a shorter lease.'

'Wait a minute; I am not his dog.'

'And a muzzle'

Kol laughed heartily, 'you are quite funny, Chiara. I think we will get along.'

'I think that we shouldn't force it. If it is meant to be, we will find out.' She winked and was about to leave but was stopped again. Kol grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, 'Are you leaving already? I am just getting started.'

Without saying anything, Chiara stared boldly at Kol. She wasn't scared or worried. Despite his confidence and evil smile, Chiara showed no emotions at all. Instead, it appeared that she was observing him. Eventually, she spoke again with her cheeky smile, 'Do you often disagree with your brothers, Mr. Mikaelson?' At first he didn't understand the question but soon enough he realized that someone was standing behind him. He turned around and stared into the dark eyes of a man, who shared many of Kol's features. He grinned to the new appearance and let go of Chiara's arm by pushing her back in the chair. 'Brother, I was just chatting with this new girl, but it seems that she knows a lot already.'

'I am not sure if this manner can be classified as chatting.'

'I was just insisting a little, brother.'

Elijah decided that it was better to not answer his cheeky comments, and so he turned his gaze toward Chiara, who stared back at him. 'It is not a good idea to bother vampires.'

'So I have been told.'

'My brother has an unusual obsession with you.'

'What can I say? I have that effect on people.'

Elijah walked pass Kol to continue his observation of Chiara. 'Did you give this card to Kol?' Elijah took out the tarot card of death with Chiara's name and number.

She smiled to confirm his suspicion. Kol rushed to Elijah, 'Do you know what it means?'

Elijah sighed, 'it means that she is death.'