Okay guys, I am very happy with how you guys are liking the story so far, but I hope that you enjoy this next update even more!
There once was a man and a woman, and they were fighting.
"Well what are we supposed to do!" She screamed, tearing at her hair in utter frustration.
"We can't do anything!" The man retaliated. "Not when our family, our pack, is here in New Orleans! We cannot leave them to fend from our enemies!"
"What about Andrea! Luna! I mean," she stuttered, looking for a possible way that she could persuade her stubborn husband to see it her way. "We cannot possibly have them here when he comes! They are only but children, Andrea two years of age and Luna but a newborn!"
Her husband was quiet for sometime, which made the woman nervous, looking to the man in fear. "My love?" She asked. "What's wrong?"
The man huffed, pulling his hair through his fingers. "I thought ahead," he stated simply, looking at the woman with a hard stare. "We could only remotely protect one child, not both."
Her eyes suddenly grew wide, fearful. "What are you saying?" She asked, barely above a whisper, ignoring Andrea's cries from the floor above.
"What I am saying," he began, knowing that the woman would explode either into tears or anger. "Is that by my title as the descendant of the Labonair line, Alpha of the Crescent Wolf Pack, I ordered one of our trusted wolves, Eve, to deliver Luna to a place where she would be protected."
Her eyes grew even wider, disbelief coloring every one of her features. "What do you mean a safer place?! What did you-"
But she was suddenly cut off when a man slammed open the front door, a wide smile splitting his face. The couple tensed, ready for battle, but it semeed that he did not come alone, for more men entered the New Orleans home.
"Hello Richard," the husband spoke to the man standing in the doorway.
Richard smiled even more.
The couple might've been strong, but they were not strong enough. They screamed and screamed, their blood splattering across the walls and listening to the cries of their oldest daughter as they slowly but surely died, not knowing if Eve had successfully taken Luna to a place where she would be safe.
Where their baby would be safe.
Luna bolted upright from the bed, completely soaked in sweat, the echoes of the couple's cries still ringing in her ears.
She looked around the hotel room, noting that Klaus was, thankfully, not there at the moment. She looked to the clock shakily and noticed that it shown with numbers, declaring the time to be about three o'clock in the morning.
Her whole body was trembling as she stumbled to her feet, wobbling to the bathroom quickly and locking the door behind her. Her breathing was shallow and rapid as her strawberry blonde hair stuck to her skin, also drenched in sweat despite her dark shorts and t-shirt that she had worn to bed.
She made her way to the cold countertop, cooling the fires that were suddenly crawling all up and down her skin, burning her beyond recognition.
All she could see in her distressed state were bright yellow eyes, eyes that would not escape her, no matter how much she clenched her teeth and gripped her head. She was overwhelmed with the color, screaming at the top of her lungs for them to leave, to get out of her mind!
She opened her eyes to the mirror, only to see a frightening sight. The eyes that were plaguing her were suddenly her own. The yellow color stared back at her through her once hazel eyes. Her breath hitched, but she was determined. She would not be frightened by this.
"Who are you!" She screamed at the mirror, blinking many times but the yellow stayed. Luna had no idea that she was the only one that was seeing it.
"Get out of my head!" she yelled again, clenching her fists into her hair. "Get out! Get out! Get out!"
On the very last word, Luna threw her fist to the mirror, shattering her reflection into pieces of her. She was breathing heavily, and her knuckles were bright red with blood, but she didn't care. Her knees collapsed, and she curled up into a ball, crying for things that she did not remember. Crying because they would not leave her head. Crying because she had absolutely no idea what any of it meant.
She leaned back against the tub, not bothering to wrap anything around the wounded knuckle as she clawed at her burning skin.
VD
That was how Klaus found her.
He was walking back from yet another successfully turned hybrid. He had travelled to California, searching for the few wolf packs that he had heard of, all the while keeping Luna very much hidden.
He didn't know what it was about her that interested him so, besides the fact that she seemed to know things she shouldn't. He simply did. There was no way that he could explain it through words when all it was was a feeling.
He felt that she needed to be awakened from something. He felt that there was something off about her personality, that she didn't match the characteristics of schizophrenia completely. He felt...
Obligated.
Yes, for some strange reason, Klaus, the Original hybrid, felt obligated to this 17 year old girl, to help her in some way. The fact that he thought she needed help in itself was strange, but to think that he had to be the one to help her was almost too crazy for him.
He had finally reached the hotel that he and Luna we're currently staying at. Just as he was nearing the room, he smelt it.
Blood.
Klaus, confused, opened the door quickly, shutting it firmly on his way in. He looked to both of the beds, seeing that Luna was residing in neither, and knew that something was wrong.
Cautious as he walked across the room, he headed to the bathroom, where he smelt the majority of the scent. He distantly heard small whimpers as well, which made Klaus the more worried. For the past few days, Klaus had been wondering when Luna would have one of her episodes that she often told him about, and he guessed that it had finally come.
His hand turned the bathroom doorknob, only to find it locked. He instantly became more alert as he called out, "Luna?"
He got no reply, so, very quickly as the smell of blood guided his actions, he used his hybrid strength to rip the bathroom door completely off its hinges, revealing the bright light of the room.
Klaus was shocked by what he found.
Luna was crawled up in a ball and leaning against the tub, shaking with obvious confusion and fear. Her hazel eyes were flickering from left to right, unseeing as she clenched her arms around her, giving Klaus a full view of her right hand, which was covered in dried blood.
He looked up at the mirror and found the source. The glass had completely shattered from one specific hit, which is what he assumed was why Luna's hand was bloodied. The glass littered the floor and crunched under his feet as he crossed the threshold, giving away his appearance to Luna even more than the ripped door.
She reacted quickly, whipping her body to the corner, staring at him with fear, such uncovered and terrible fear, that he couldn't help but try to comfort her.
"Hey," he said, crouching near her, but only succeeding in making her more scared. He reached out a hand to her arm, gripping it despite the flinch she reacted with.
She trashed violently, whimpering things that he couldn't decider as she tried to uncurl his fingers from around her arm uselessly. She cried out as Klaus gripped the back of her neck gently yet firmly, making her meet her eyes with his own.
"Luna! Luna, it's Klaus," he said, looking intently into her eyes to see that she had finally focused them on him. "Its me. I'm here."
She was frozen for a long moment, the only movement being her labored breathing, but then, almost too quick for him to see, she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms in a tight embrace as she continued to shake from a fear that only she could see. He frozen for a moment, but hesitantly brought his arms around her, rubbing her back in soothing circles as she cried.
VD
Luna was fast asleep now, and Klaus was pacing the length of the room, his hand gripping his chin as he tried to figure out what happened while he was gone.
The 17 year old girl had blubbered on and on about strange things: a fighting couple, a crying baby, and yellow eyes.
That last thing was what had caught Klaus's attention. Yellow eyes were the clear sign of a werewolf, but the question is why Luna was dreaming of it. Of course, she had just recently joined the supernatural world, so she might've been a bit shocked about that news, but for the past few days she had been acting perfectly fine with no weird dreams.
Klaus just couldn't wrap his head around what the connection between all of these things were, and why Luna was dreaming about them. If anything, he would have to wait until she woke up to ask her about it, and with it being almost 4 in the morning, Klaus decided that he would get to sleep after the long day.
He slipped into the empty bed, taking off his shirt as he did so. But as much as he tried, he couldn't get the conversation he had with Luna out of his mind.
"Luna?" He asked, pulling away from the hug to look into her hazel eyes that were red and puffy from her tears. "What happened, sweetheart?"
She sniffled a bit, but it seemed that her head was a bit all over the place. "The-There was a coulple... And they were fighting. The baby was crying an-and there were yellow eyes. Bright yellow eyes and they wouldn't go away, Klaus!" She looked to him helplessly as she shook her head. "They wouldn't go away..."
Klaus was, as guessed, very confused, but he pulled her into his arms once again, rubbing her arm soothingly as he thought the things she told him over in his mind.
He didn't even realize that she had fallen asleep in his arms and he looked down at her seemingly peaceful form, so different than just a few moments ago.
For the first time since the two had left Mystic Falls, Klaus doubted if he had made the right choice in taking Luna away.
But as soon as that thought entered his mind, it left almost as quickly. Luna sure as hell wasn't as normal as everyone thought. There were things that she didn't know about herself, that nobody knew, and Klaus was determined to figure it out without alerting to the girl what he was doing.
So, he slowly cleaned up Luna's hand, being careful to not wake her. After her hand was clear of blood, he slipped her body back into her bed, watching as she shifted just a bit into the soft blanket.
VD
Luna's eyes slowly opened, fluttering at the bright light that she was suddenly accounted with. Her eyes itched and her hand throbbed, and she distantly remembered her dream that she had experienced last night. She turned her head to the side and saw that the clock read around 1 in the afternoon. She sighed, wishing that she had gotten a better sleep last night as she slowly sat up.
When she looked around, she noticed that Klaus was awake and was shuffling through some papers on the desk that the hotel provided. The papers mentioned things about animal attacks and sightings of wolves that Klaus had been using when he couldn't get information out of people, which was very rare.
Klaus must've sensed her awakened presence, for he turned around and saw as she rubbed her eyes, a yawn escaping her.
"Hey," she said when she noticed Klaus looking at her. Luna brought her legs into a criss cross position as her hands settled in her lap, fiddling with the blanket every so often.
"Hello, love," he replied, his voice surprisingly soft as he assessed her wounded hand.
She smiled reassuringly at him as she climbed out of bed, barely stretching her arms when Klaus spoke once again.
"We're leaving," he said bluntly, his soft voice gone. "Pack up."
Luna nodded silently, going into the hotel closet to grab her bag. Of course, she had left Mystic Falls with nothing but the clothes on her back, so Klaus had gotten her stuff, which was actually very nice of him in her opinion.
Next to her appeared Ezra, and Luna smiled, making sure not to speak to the cat so that she wouldn't freak out Klaus. Though, she didn't think he would be that surprised.
She tilted her head in a sign of. "What's up?"
Ezra walked between her legs as she began taking down the clothes from the closet and folding them in her bag. "Are you okay?" He suddenly asked and Luna froze, looking over at the black cat that looked genuinely concerned. She smiled slightly as she resumed her pace, whispering that she was fine. She made sure to be quiet enough that Klaus couldn't hear, even with his supernatural hearing.
Ezra nodded, the worry vanishing off his face as he watched her pick out the clothes she would be wearing today. "Make sure to keep the birthmark hidden," he told her.
She smiled at him but nodded her head. She knew. She never forgot.
She told Klaus that she would change very quickly and then they could leave. He nodded to her as she disappeared into the bathroom, which was cleaned of that glass that had previously littered the floor. Luna wondered if Klaus had cleaned it up, but thought better of it. He probably compelled someone to do so.
She changed into some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. But, just before she put on the white shirt, she looked at her birthmark, running a single finger over the strange crescent moon shape that it made. After a moment of contemplation that always came when she saw the birthmark (wondering why she had it but not Elena), she shrugged and put on the shirt, throwing her light hair up into a ponytail before walking out and joining Klaus in the car.
Okay, so I know it's not that long, but I thought you guys might like a bit more mystery to the story!
Questions of the chapter: What do you guys think about the dream that Luna had? How did you like Klaus's reaction? And what will happen when Luna meets Hayley in the later chapters?
Please review your answers and any other comments you may have about the story, I would love to hear some!
I really hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!