Ava

An icy gust of wind was eating away at my clothes and whirling my soft blonde curls. Slowly I stroke a strand from my face to get another good view of the night sky tent. I couldn't say why, but somehow it felt like Riverdale had gotten to sleep faster than Mystic Falls. The vampires who roamed the streets at night were simply missing. Although I hadn't lived in the city for long, it was strange not to be surrounded by magic on all sides anymore. Everything was so normal here. Not that I didn't appreciate it - a little normality would certainly do them all more than good - but it was unusual. As soon as we arrived here, Alaric and Caroline had told us teenagers that no one in the city was ever allowed to know about our special powers.

After dinner I had withdrawn into the room I shared with Hope Mikaelson and had opened the window, sat on the windowsill and stretched out my legs. I did that often and after the day I just needed a break from all the hustle and bustle.

To be honest, I was pretty jittery before the first day of school in the new city. Because of my last name I had never really belonged to it. Even though Kais wasn't his daughter, the name 'Parker' caused fear and terror in many people, especially in the inhabitants of Mystic Falls. And that, although I couldn't help it, was very different from the Parkers who came before me. Josie and Lizzie were really lucky that they had their father's name on them and were too young to remember our uncle. I had met him, however, even though I only remembered fragments. Although Hope also came from a partly outlawed family, the name 'Mikaelson' proudly evoked in the young Tribridin. With me, however, it was quite different.

Quickly I tried to come to other thoughts, because I already felt how my powers began to awaken. That's why I preferred to look at the stars again, as I always did when I felt everything around me becoming too much. My mother Liv had always told me, when I was little, that every witch who died became a new star in the sky and took care of the other witches. Although I knew by now that this was nonsense, I still liked the thought that my mother was up there looking down on me.

"Ava? when I noticed a voice behind me, I flinched slightly and drove around fast. Hope stood in the door frame, looking at me with a slightly worried look. "Oh, hey," I stuttered slightly, surprised by her suddenly stopping and undecided what to say: "What are you doing here? "Well, that's my room, too," she reminded me, scratching the back of her head a little embarrassed: "I also wanted to see if you were all right. You disappeared so quickly after eating." I answered her surprisingly honestly, considering that we had never spent much time before: "I just needed a little time for myself". "Should I leave again", she asked with her head crooked. Uncertain, I shrugged my shoulders. After all, she was right. That was also her room and I had no right to send her away in any way: "No, that's fine. Come on in."

Hope then pushed herself off the door frame and slowly walked towards her bed before dropping the door into the lock. I changed my sitting position so that I could get a better view of her. Her concern for me surprised me as we had never really spent much time together. Only on the school corridors did we occasionally cross paths or change words in class.

But the more I thought about them, the clearer it became to me how much we had in common. We came from known but broken families, whose members had brought great horror to both the supernatural beings and the humans. We now had to live with this legacy, whether we saw it as a punishment or a blessing. We could not escape our bloodlines. But there was another thing that connected us. Alaric and Caroline had welcomed us as their own children and treated us as part of their family.

"Can I ask you a question?" I broke the silence after a few seconds. "Sure," she nodded barely and lay down on the bed. "Have you ever got over the fact that your parents died?" I knew that I was on thin ice, but this question had occupied me for a long time. She swallowed briefly, but then shook her head: "There are good and bad days when I sometimes missed her more and sometimes less. But I will probably never get over it. And you? In her eyes there was a honesty that caused me to trust her. I bit my lip, but then, since she was probably one of the only people around me who could understand how I felt, I replied, "I feel the same and I hate my uncle for what he did to my family". "Your uncle," she asked honestly interested. I swallowed heavily, but then continued: "He not only murdered Alaric's wife Jo, but also my mother". "And where is he now?", Hope put his head slightly crooked. "I have no idea, but I'm sure Alaric and Caroline know," I feel a firm sting in my heart. I had to know, know where he was, to be able to sleep peacefully at night. If he found us here, we would all be in great danger.

The chapter is mine again.

The chapter is mine again.