Howdy y'all! Once again, I apologize for taking so long to update. Life likes to keep me busy. But I figured out that I'm probably going to update every Tuesday or Wednesday, so yaaayyy :) Thank you to everyone who followed and favorited, I really it! It makes me so happy when I get the little email beeps on my phone and I see that it's one of you. Anyways I hope y'all enjoy!
"You look amazing, Cami!" Thea nearly fell off her heels when she saw the bartender. "Like seriously hot." Cami's gown was pure white, and hugged close to her body to show off her killer curves. On her back she had a pair of giant white wings, angel wings, which Belle tried not to crush as she hugged her."Aw, thanks Thea." She held the younger girl at arms length and grinned. "You look killer."
"Why thank you," Thea did a little bow before slipping her arm through
Cami's. Their heels clicked the concrete as they walked, Cami leading the way. "Exactly what kind of people are going to be at this ball?" She hadn't really thought it over when she accepted the invitation. For all she knew this place could be crawling with werewolves, or vampires, or something even more dangerous. She could even bump into her sister.
Cami looked puzzled. That was a strange question. "The upper class kind, I suppose?"
She didn't know. THea realized. Cami didn't know about how this town was crawling with vampires, in fact, they just passed two walking in the other direction. A man with an old school cap, dazzling blue eyes, and a face full of stubble. She could feel his power. He was younger than a hundred, but older than fifty. She was going to guess around seventy. The man that walked by his side was dark skinned, with an afro and a predatory swagger to his walk. He felt a lot younger than his companion, probably only around forty.
"Well, I promised I'd bring Elliot back fancy h'orderves. He's really looking forward to them."
"Oh, Elliot?" Cami teased. "Boyfriend?"
"As if," Thea shook her head. "and I say that in a completely loving way." She pulled up a picture of them together on her phone. It was last year when they're went to visit Thea's grandmother in New Jersey for three weeks. She had this cozy little beach house up there, and she meant beach house. The backyard was all sand. In the picture Thea was wearing this little blue and white string bikini that her friend Aria picked out, and Elliot had on his favorite red and black swirled swim shorts. He was lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his torso. His face was pressed to her stomach as he grinned, she remembered how much it hurt because it was only four days after she got her belly button pierced, with Thea's head thrown back in laughter and her hands raised to the sky. "That's him, but he's paler now."
"He's cute." Cami teased. "Really cute."
"I know he is." Thea admitted. She stuffed her phone back into her back. "But Elliot is my best friend. We've known each other for almost eight years. Since we were twelve."
"And you expect me to believe that in eight years, nothing has happened between the two of you?" Cami asked. "You're both attractive people."
"Now I never said that." Thea said slyly.
"Oh my gosh!" Cami exclaimed. "You two were a thing!"
"When we're were like thirteen and fourteen, yeah, and then again when I turned eighteen." During their three week stay at her Gran's, Elliot and Thea spent most of their time lost in each other. But despite how much fun they had, and despite what an amazing guy he was, it just didn't feel right. She couldn't deny that the connected, in more ways than one, but it didn't make her feel like that was it, the end, like that was the feeling she spent her whole life searching for and would give up anything for. It was love, but it wasn't true love. "It just wasn't meant to be though. He just wasn't the one."
"I know all about that. Trust me." Cami smiled bitterly. "I have the unfortunate tendency of being attracted to the bad boy, and most of the time he's not just a bad boy, he's a bad guy."
Thea sighed. "I had one of those once." She knew all about the bad boy type.
"A story for another time I guess." Cami chuckled. She gestured across the street. "There it is."
Wow. Thea didn't know what to say as she and Cami walked into the dark venue. All around them was creeping mist that tickled their skin and hauntingly strobing lights. There were women dressed in all black outfits, twirling hula hoops and sauntering around with dangerous snakes taller than Thea. Ballet dancers were spinning on pedestals, and contortionists were busy folding themselves in every possible way shape and form. There were even arial dancers swinging from the celling with expert movement. The beat of the music danced across Thea's skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "This place is bad ass."
Cami nodded, eyes searching the room. "You can say that again."
"This place is bad—who's that?" Thea watched the approaching couple from the corner of her eye. The man in a tux and the woman in a dark gown.
Vampires. Very old vampires.
The man was attractive, and tall too, probably six feet, with a nice, fit build. He had a slim face, high cheekbones, and full lips, and the bottom half of his face was covered in light stubble. He was probably in his late twenties, early thirties when he was turned, but the slight creases in his forehead spoke volumes about his stress level as a human. His hair was curly and dirty blonde, and cropped short, and his light blue eyes held a disturbingly cunning look. The woman with his was absolutely breathtaking, slim like a runway model but with a much more menacing walk. Her light blonde locks were tied up into a elegant bun. Her face was youthful and her lips were full and pouty, with a pair of pale blue eyes that matched the man's.
The woman looked extremely pleased to see Cami, but as soon as the man laid eyes on her his smile fell. He whispered to the woman angrily, but that smirk of hers never disappeared.
The woman broke away from him. "Cami, darling, you look precious." She cooed.
"Thanks, Rebekah. This party is ridiculous. I don't think I really fit in with this dress."
"Standing out is good." Thea assured.
Rebekah eyed Thea.
"Oh, yeah! Rebekah, this is Thea. Thea, this is Rebekah."
Rebekah smiled politely, but for some reason Thea found the smile sort of off. "Any friend of Cami's is a friend of mine."
"Nice to meet you too,"
The man approached the threesome of women. The way he sauntered towards them made Thea feel a little queasy. "Is he the infamous on again off again?" Cami asked.
"He's the brother, actually," He informed her "and my sister is right. You do look stunning."
Cami looked him up and down. "You clean up pretty well yourself."
He gave her a dazzling smile, the kind of smile the players used to break hearts. that he directed mostly at women. "Well, don't be fooled, love. I'm the devil in disguise," He said.
Thea didn't think he looked like the devil. A little mischievous, sure, but not evil.
Rebekah put her hand on Thea's shoulder. "Nik, this is Thea, Cami's friend."
He glaced at Thea as if he was just noticing her. "Ah, Thea." He smirked, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. "Goddess. The name suits you."
Thea smiled. A man walked by carrying a tray of little dough balls, filling unknown to her, and she grabbed two and stuffed one into her mouth.
"My name is Niklaus," He took her free hand and kissed it. "but all my friends call me Klaus."
She nearly choked on her food ball, and ripped her hand from his to grasp at her throat. Klaus? Niklaus? A sister named Rebekah? She looked between the two siblings. He was an Original. "Holy shit." She coughed, still half choking. "You're Niklaus Mikaelson."
"That I am." He said with a pleased smirk.
"You know Klaus?" Cami asked, gesturing between the two of them.
"I, uh—" Thea stuttered. How did she explain to Cami that the man who was looking at her with such interest was actually a vampire-werewolf hybrid, and not just any old vampire-werewolf hybrid, but the original one, and was over 1000 years old? Not to mention he was a psychotic, narcissistic, paranoid killer. "Well, no. Not personally, anyways. I know of him and his, uh, you know, accomplishments."
"Oh, what kind of accomplishments?" She asked innocently.
Thea completely blanked.
"Art, mostly." Klaus informed Cami, but his eye were glued on Thea. It made her feel so uncomfortable, which was exactly what he wanted. Thea knew that he was daring her to say something, to give something away to the bartender about what he was and what he could do. But she didn't, because she feared the backlash, because she had heard the stories."I have a few pieces in galleries around the world."
Cami looked impressed. "I didn't know you were an artist."
She would be suprised what she didn't know about the vampire.
"You'd be surprised the kinds of secrets my brother has." Rebekah smiled at them, but Thea could hear the bitterness in her voice.
"I need booze." Rebekah began to walk away before anyone could answer her mysterious comment.
"I think I'll go with her."
Thea trailed after the blonde vampire. "What exactly are you planning on doing with Cami?" She asked, parking herself right next to her at the bar. Thea didn't care if she just met her three hours ago, Cami had been kind to her, and whatever Rebekah and her psycho brother were planning to do to her, Thea was going to try to stop it.
Rebekah sipped her drink nonchalantly. "I don't believe that's any of your business."
"That's unfortunate then."
The vampire tried to turn towards Thea to threaten her, but found she couldn't move. In fact, the more she tried to move, the more pain shot through her limbs. "What did you do?" She hissed.
"I don't think that's any of your business."
Rebekah glared daggers through her. "You're a witch."
"And you're a vampire." She moved closer to Rebekah, so that she could look right into her cold blue eyes as she spoke. "Cami is my friend. You're trying to manipulate my friend. I don't like that."
"Well, you won't be much of a concern for long." The blonde said slyly. "Witches in this town who practice magic always end up dead."
Across town, Davina stirred in her sleep. Magic. Her eyes opened slowly, still filled with sleep. Someone was practicing magic. She closed her eyes again, focusing in on the pulse. Whoever it was, they were powerful. They, she, must have been the unfamiliar brush of power Davina felt earlier. Whoever it was, they weren't from the coven that betrayed found that strange blue pulse of power in a sea. It was a lone, warm sphere surrounded by the cold swirl of vampires and the random buzzing of humans. She felt Marcel nearby. That made her heartbeat quicken. But wait, he wasn't hurt. In fact, the one being hurt was Rebekah Mikaelson. Davina could feel the pain and surprise radiating off her. Davina's brows furrowed. A witch that was brave enough to go against an Old One? Marcel would never let Davina get within a mile of one, let alone the same room. He kept Davina hidden so they wouldn't hurt her, but she knew they wouldn't. They couldn't. Her power surpassed theirs. So maybe, just this once, she wouldn't tell Marcel about the witch and her usage of magic. After all, Marcel was the one who told Davina that the Originals were evil. He told her they were dangerous. Merciless. Cruel. They deserved what they were getting. They deserved death. And she wouldn't stand in the way of someone who felt the same way. How did the saying go again? The enemy of her enemy was her friend.
Thea rolled her eyes. "You still didn't answer my question. What are you planning on doing with Cami?" Thea was trying to not show her surprise. What did the vampire mean they ended up dead? Now that she thought about it, the room was full of vampires, and not one witch or werewolf in sight. Were they being persecuted like the wolves?
"Don't worry your pretty little head about Cami, dear. She's not the one were after."
Thea believed her. She didn't have any reason to lie. She released Rebekah from her paralysis just in time for a dark skinned man, vampire, to approach them. He was angry. "You think you're cute?" He spat at Rebekah. That was Thea's cue to leave.
She moved a few seats down and pulled out her phone, Rebekah's earlier words still swirling around in her head. Maybe Elliot knew something? He picked up on the fourth ring.
"Everything alright?" He panted into the phone like a dog.
"That's what I should be asking you?" She felt herself tense. "Why are you breathing like that?"
"I went for a run..." He wheezed. He sounded like and eighty year old man who had just gone one too many rounds with his wife.
Oh no. "And where exactly did you run?"
"...through the bayou."
She laughed, not suprised at all he would go there the first chance he got. "And how'd that go?"
"How'd that go? That's all you have to say? No concern for my personal safety? I could have gotten eater by an alligator."
"You're taking to me aren't you? I don't think you'd get very good reception in the belly of a gator."
She could practically see him scowl in defeat. "You have a point."
"And I know you can handle yourself, being all wolfy and everything."
"And I'd have you and your sorcery to back me up."
"Witchcraft, you loser. Nobody says sorcery anymore."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Speaking of witchcraft, have you heard anything about the witches around here getting killed? Rebekah Mikaelson told me that they tend to meet nasty ends after using magic."
"No, I haven't heard anyth—Rebekah Mikaelson?" He exclaimed. He almost blew her eardrum out. "Where the hell are you? What kind of fundraiser ball has Rebekah Mikaelson on the guest list?"
"This one. I'll tell you later, just see what you can dig up while you're on your run." Klaus began to approach her. "I gotta go, Niklaus is coming."
There was a slight intake of breath in his side. "Thea—"
"See ya back at the hotel! Love you!" She rushed, and disconnected the call.
"Bored already, friend?" He asked, sliding onto the stool next to her. He was extremely graceful, which she should have expect considering he was made for killing. A true predator.
"Niklaus, I'm not sure you have friends." Thea answered, not bothering to look up from her drink. He was so arrogant and narcissistic, a thousand years of getting what you wanted just by being the baddest guy in the room would do that to you, that it almost made her head hurt.
"Nonsense." He smirked. "Camille is my friend."
"And the only question I have is why?" Thea finally looked up, searching his cold blue eyes for some semblance of an answer, for some hint to his master plan. He didn't give anything away though. He had a lot of practice keeping his secrets out of his face. "Why is she your friend?"
The bartender put a glass of brown liquid down in front of him, and as he spoke he sipped at it. "She has a vast amount of knowledge about the way the mind works, she doesn't let herself fall prey to any sort of tricks, her hands are free of all blood," He gestured with his hand like he could continue for eternity, "and she is quite beautiful."
"You like her because she's pure." Thea summed up. "She's not a monster like you." Klaus actually looked surprised to have that shoved in his face so bluntly. Thea felt him studying her over his glass as she spoke. "I can see it in her aura. She hasn't been infected yet with the darkness that hangs over our world."
He sipped. A small triumphant smile played at his lips. "Our world, you say?"
"Whether I like it or not, we're part of the same world, Niklaus Mikaelson, thousand year old immortal, original, vampire-werewolf hybrid."
"I find that little fact to be quite inciting, Thea Fay, little witch with the heart of a lion, and the power of a thunderstorm."
She actually laughed. That was disgustingly... endearing. "You're very poetic, you know. Keep it up. Chicks dig that."
Thea could see the dimples in his cheeks. "I aim to please."
"You have to tell me one thing though." She leaned closer to him. "How'd you know about my name?"
"A powerful witch walks into the party, one who doesn't seem to care about the brewing war between vampires and witches, and you expect me to not be curious about her?" He asked, waving around his glass as he spoke. "I'd be a fool if I didn't ask around." She hadn't realized it when he first said it, but he called her Thea Fay. That was her mothers maiden name, and his explanation didn't explain how he knew it. "And your birthmark helped."
Thea's hand went to touch the side of her neck on instinct. There was a small oblong butterfly birthmark right underneath her jaw, to the left of her throat. It was the mark of the Fay bloodline. "I didn't think there'd be anyone here old enough to recognize it."
"You're lucky I was the one who spotted it, and not him." He turned his head to look back at the man Cami was dancing with. It was the same man who was arguing with Rebekah earlier. "He despises witches, and as the leader of the vampires in this town he has the power to do something with his hatred."
"So that's what your sister meant by witches dying." He nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." She shot a glance at him. "Why is he the Vampire King anyways?"
"That, my dear Thea, is the golden question." His jaw tightened, and she could tell she touched a nerve.
"Yeah, I mean didn't you and your family build this city?"
"We did." Klaus' face became stony as he got up from his stool. His eyes poured into hers as he stood over her. "And I intend to take it back."
Thea didn't like the sound of that. Afraid he was going to behead the guy or something while he was dancing with Cami, she followed him.
He parked himself next to his sister, both of them leaning against the bar. She hopped up into the stool on the other side of him and followed their line of sight. Both the siblings eyes were glued on Cami and the vampire.
"I know you like her, but why are you stalking Cami?"
"Just watch," Rebekah smirked. "You can do that, can't you?"
Thea stuck her tongue out at the vampire, but did as she was told. The vampire that she and Cami passed earlier in the street, the younger one with the Afro, entered the courtyard and wove through the crowed straight to Cami's vampire, interrupting their intimate dance. He whispered into the other mans ear, and from the way he ran his hand down his face, Thea didn't think it was good news.
"My cue to leave." Rebekah murmured. She slipped away, leaving Thea and Klaus to watch as Cami's vampire sent a scalding look to the capped vampire from earlier. He looks like he wanted to kill him, for real.
Thea wondered if Klaus could look like that.
The glaring vampire said something to Cami, then marched over the the small cluster of his kind by the entrance, grabbing the capped vampire by the throat and shoving him against the wall. Cami looked absolutely horrified as the Afro vampire broke them apart.
Thea was on her feet and at Cami's side before the group of vampires made it up to the balcony. She wound her small hand through Cami's larger one, and squeezed to let her know that Thea was there for her.
The two girls watched as the vampires huddled together. One second Thea was watching that scene, then the next she wasn't. She was outside in the middle of the street, the group of vampires on one side, cowering as the streetlights exploded above. Magic. Thea spun around, and there was Katie, marching down the street with such a powerful force behind her that Thea got chills. She was still wearing the same dress from earlier too. Was this why she didn't meet Thea? She was preparing?
Then Thea was back at the fundraiser, and Klaus was at Cami's other side. Since Thea saw that, she knew it could only mean one thing.
Katie was going to die tonight.
"He's got a temper, doesn't he?" Cami's words brought her back to reality. Her eyes were still glued on her vampire. "I guess this is the moment I remember I know better." She looked absolutely disappointed in herself, and wow how Belle wanted to go comfort her, but she couldn't. She had to save Katie.
Instead she hugged Cami. "I'll come visit you at work tomorrow."
Cami nodded and just walked away, her shoulders slouched.
Klaus was smirking evilly. "And it begins..."
"Okay, I get you're an evil genius and everything, but did you have to involve Cami? She didn't need to see that."
"Camille is a big girl. She can make her own decisions."
Thea couldn't believe him. He said all that stuff about how great Cami was, yet he was purposely putting her through this. "You're an asshole."
Klaus smirked at her before following the vampire entourage outside. Thea had a sinking feeling as the cool night air hit her face. Blood would be spilled tonight.
She could feel the buzz of Katie's power fill the air. She was marching down the street, just like in Thea's premonition.
No.
She chanted in a low voice as she moved towards them. The capped vampire noticed her at the same moment. "Katie, no!" He screamed. He knew her, Thea realized. Actually, he loved her. It was written all over his face, in the way his eyes bulged and his mouth hung open and his voice cracked. And she loved him back, that's why she was going to die for him. That made Thea hesitate. Katie wanted to die for love. She couldn't, wouldn't take that from her.
Thea looked up at Klaus, what for she wasn't sure, but he was obviously too busy enjoying the show to give her what she wanted. Asshole. He probably planned this tragedy too.
Katie threw her hand out, her magic lashing at the lamp closest to her and making it explode like a deadly fire work.
The vampire dropped to the ground, clutching at their ears in pain. Cami's vampire struggled to his feet alone to face her. It was a valiant effort, but she sent him back to the concrete with another light smashing pulse of magic.
Thea moved in to stop the violence without thinking, but Klaus grabbed her "I wouldn't do that, love This is what she wants. You'll just cause more trouble if you do."
Thea felt her eyes start to burn. "She doesn't deserve this."
"Plenty of people don't deserve plenty of things."
Once again the vampire rose, but was quickly sent back down to a chorus of cracking, the sound of his bones breaking. He screamed in pain, but wouldn't give up. As fast as she broke his bones, he healed them, and he rose for a third time. Thea might have liked the vampire, a king rising above to save his people, if he wasn't trying to kill Katie. "You're here to save your man. Well, come on, little girl!" He snarled. He lunged towards her, but she slammed him with power, sending him wheeling backwards. Somehow, he managed to take a few painfully slow steps towards her. Thea could feel a different magic at play, one giving Marcel the strength to pick himself back up time and time again. Finally, Katie brought the vampire down at her feet. She lifted a wooden stake above him, ready to impale the vampire. Thea knew she would do it too, she could feel it. Had she really misjudged Katie that much? She didn't think the girl was capable of killing. Or maybe that's what love, true love, did. It made you willing to kill. "Die, you son of a bitch," Katie spat.
"No! Katie! Don't!" Thierry pleaded, still glued to the ground.
Klaus swooped in and broke her neck without hesitation.
Thea shrieked in surprise, her hand clamping over her mouth to silence the rest of her sobs.
Oh, Katie.
Thea stood there, back against the concrete, face wet with tears, and watched as the vampire held his dead lover. "No. Katie. No, no, no, no." He sobbed, cradling her like the precious gift she was. His voice cracked as he spoke.
Klaus caught Cami's vampire's eye, and received a grateful nod from him. He caught Thea's eye next, but she cast her eyes away.
Yes, the two of them lived in the same world, but on two different sides. And with the body in the street, the life that Klaus ended, that was obvious now. She wasn't sure she could ever bring herself to take a life as easily as he did.
One thing she was sure of though, this love story put Romeo and Juliet's to shame.
Well, what do you guys think? I worked really hard on this chapter, hence why it took me so long to put it up, so I really hope you enjoy it! Please review and all that good stuff! Let me know what you think! Until next week!
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