Chapter 3 Nicole's POV
I was sixteen when my mom told me I was adopted, and that she was witch.
"A witch?" I didn't understand. I mean, the closest understanding to witch craft was Harry Potter for crying out loud. So I was now debating between the idea that mom was drunk or she was losing her marbles.
"I don't time to explain, they're coming!"
"Who's coming?"
"Look I'm only telling you what you need to know. Your biological parents names are on this piece of paper. Don't open it until you're safe and you're ready. I just had to tell you this because I might not be able to tell you later."
"What do you mean mom? Are you hurt do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
"No listen to me I'm telling the truth." I can read my mom like an open book, so I realized she was telling the truth. "Oh, my God. Is this why moved around a lot?''
"Yes!"
I felt guilty, because when I would make new friends or start to date again, we would have to move again. Now I understood. She didn't want me to get attached, because if they got hurt, I would be hurt.
"Nikole!" my adopted mother snapped me out of my reverie. "You have to leave. You have to run so you don't get killed too."
"I…I won't leave you."
"Don't be stupid. You need to leave now!"
Just then at the front door there was a pounding. My mother looked frightened. "Go now! Wait, he can't get in. I just need to give you this." She handed me a book. "Ask it any question and it will answer." Then she tucked the paper with my real parent's names on it inside the book.
I nodded, and took the book and hugged it closely.
"GO! NOW!" my mom interrupted. "I can't have you getting killed with me. Run!"
I ran out the back door, only to find a man standing there. He looked me in the eyes and told me to invite him into our house.
"Come in," I said in a monotone voice, hearing my mom scream, "NO!" but being unable to stop myself. The man walked into my house with a smile on his face, until it contorted to look like a demon's. He bit into my mother's neck while I stood, unable to move from shock.
When she fell to the floor, dead, I turned and ran, but didn't get far until he was in front of me.
"Hello, sweetheart. My name is Klaus," he said before biting my neck too.
That's all I can remember. He hurt me, he fed on me. So I ran. Last night. There was a bunch of commotion; someone had apparently broken into Klaus' fortress. Great. Suicidal vampires.
"Nikole, Nikole!" Damon called.
"What?"
"Are you back into reality now?" Damon questioned. "How do you know Klaus? Look, is there somewhere I can take you? Do you want to call your parents? Oh, God I'm so sorry," he added. Great. From the look on my face, he figured it out.
"Klaus killed my mother. My mother was a witch. She said she was too powerful and Klaus saw her as a threat. The night he murdered her was when she revealed to me she was a witch, and that I was adopted. She told me that I should know before she died. I didn't know what that was about; how can anyone predict their own death? Then she told me to run and I believed her. I ran out the door, and there stood a man. There was something about his eyes, somehow after he told me to invite him in, I did, knowing that he could hurt my mom. He disappeared, then reappeared next to my mother. I wasn't even there for her funeral. My mother must have been pretty powerful for Klaus to come kill her in person. He took me along, I guess to use as a toy. You know what I found out later on? The police think I did it. That I killed my mom and ran off. They thought, with all the moving I did, I was some sort of delinquent or something." Oh God, I just realized I'm crying on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, how stupid of me."
"No, it's okay. Listen, uh…do you…" Oh God he's not… "Do you need a place to stay?" OMFG he is!
"I guess I don't any better option." But really on the inside I was ecstatic.
"Come on, I don't live far."
