Authors Note: So I understand the last few chapters have been majorly stalling and lacking in some Mikaelsons, but don't worry these chapters to come will be jammed pack Mikaelson (Including this one!) They'll be a lot more melodramatics after this chapter, and also SPOILER ALERT! Davina is returning! Sadly for one episode only though ;(

Anyway Avery's outfit to the ball

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Songs

Symphony- Zeds Dead & Charlotte OC : Rebekah And Avery

Intensions Kiiara : Avery getting sent wine/ Kol Rebekah talk about her

There's a little bit of devil in her angel eyes

In life time it felt like a million years have passed to reach this day, in another sense it felt as if the week had flown in a second; Avery really couldn't decide which one she felt, except she knew it was something in between. With all the stuff that had happened with Rebekah, then at the school, and then Rosalie and now to top of her chaotic distressing week, she had a ball to to attend.

Contemplating not to attend would be drastically stupid and humiliating, plus Avery needed a good distraction and answers. Although the stranger had slipped her mind, he always lingered back into, seeping into her subconscious mind and dreams.

Avery glared at her reflection, examing herself their was no doubt in her mind Rebekah would most definitely scrutinize Avery's appearance, a strapless bandeau dress. It was glimmering coal shade, an intricate lace trim finished the dress off at the bottom, it clung to Avery's hourglass like a glove, Avery was petite yet she had slight curves and a thin weight, not intentionally but her father was always around and their was barely and food left in her fridge. The dress displayed most of Avery's short, tan legs which she elongated with six inch Louboutins. She'd finally be Rebekah's height or an inch shorter at the most. Her makeup was done flawlessly, she looked slightly more tanner, she'd made sure to swish the foundation down her neck, for the rest of her exhibited body she used a glistening Victoria Secrets PINK Sun Kissed Vacay Tinted Self-tanning Gel, added highlighter to her collarbones and the peaks of her shoulders. Her wispy lashes framed her misty grey eyes (Thanks to her contacts) She purchased some a while ago. Her lips seemed plumper with the classic red lipstick.

Avery huffed tiredly, she hadn't even left yet and she was already frustrated. Hers arms ached as she heaved her thick locks which she'd surprisingly managed to tame by straightening, then curling then running the straighter briefly to tame the curls again. She finally decided to half her hair, half up and half down. She'd received a text from Rebekah, the address it was somewhere located in Berksfield. Thankfully it didn't take Avery long to detect the mansion, the size was enormous the sun rays rebound of the draping crystals, candles lit across the compound, manifolds of dancers, waiters handing wine and champagne flutes. It was impeccable, Avery was overwhelmed in awe, she' have to force herself to contain herself in front of Rebekah. The last thing she needed was to insinuate that Avery was some blithering, blabbering mess.

The inside was a thousand times more magical than the out, Avery couldn't fathom how it was even possible. She'd spent a few seconds admiring before Rebekah appeared from thin air; literally. Rebekah donned a sequinned, jewelled Versace gown. Extravagant, lush and ostentatious. It was not like Avery was expecting any less anyway, the expression on Rebekah's porcelain was challenging, she almost seemed surprised.

"You arrived."

Avery raised her arched eyebrow, "Did you expect me to not to attend?"

Rebekah shrugged elegantly, "You aren't exactly an acquaintance." She stated.

Avery's brow never dropped, "Are you hoping for me to become one?"

Rebekah's brow shot up this time, never had she met a human who was reserved yet sharp. Certain phrases she structured and her method of twisting the statement back onto Rebekah was intriguing, general humans would usually become thwart and vexed, yet she was divergent. They both were. "Are you implying you want to be?" Rebekah pushed smirking, she knew she'd trapped Avery.

"Considering your persistence, I think you want me to be." Avery affirmed, tucking a piece of her prolonged locks smiling.

"Considering your assurance, I think you want to be." Rebekah repeated smiling at the young girl back. When neither girls replied, Rebekah stuck her pale, slender palm out, "How about we begin afresh? I'm Rebekah Mikaelson. The host of this exquisite, exclusive ball." She introduced smiling honestly.

Avery couldn't help but let a small truthful smile of her own slip, "Avery Lowe. Haven't I seen you somewhere?" Avery foreign confusion. Before transitioning into pretence realisation. "Oh that's right, you were that talented blonde girl that tried for cheer leading right?"

Rebekah beamed flattered and proudly, "Who else?"

Avery chuckled, "So did you get the place?" Avery probed strolling casually with Rebekah, her intentions of getting close to Rebekah for her brother had almost slipped her mind, until she noticed him and seemed as if he'd noticed her too. His devilishly angelic features seemed even more suave, his tailored suit and clean cut trousers. His silky brown tresses complimenting with his fawn pupils. His light skin, not as pale as Rebekah but was faultless like his sister.

Avery hadn't heeded Rebekah's calls, until she began trembling her gently, snapping Avery out of her gawking. Avery gasped quietly, he'd vanished just like the first time he'd dispersed in less than a second.

Rebekah followed Avery's gaze, where her brother previously stood but he'd vanished too quick for both girls eyes, leaving Avery in impact and paranoia. Rebekah was confused and slightly anxious as she glanced at her new acquaintance. Swallowing thickly Avery apologised quietly, "Got caught up. Sorry." Rebekah hadn't heard Avery speak so lowly, frowning at the girl.

"Come, I'll show you round." She linked arms with Avery tugging her into the direction of a waiter. Handing them both a champagne flute, Avery sipped the spicy, piquant alcohol down her throat. A pleasant burning sensation thereupon. "You look pretty by the way." Rebekah complimented eyeing Avery carefully, examing every inch of the material that clung to her, unlike Avery, Rebekah's dress flared slightly towards the end, whereas Avery's clung throughout both beautifully parallel.

"Thank you, you look good too. Versace?" Avery speculated correctly, Avery was more than familiar with designer and expensive brands, both her sisters, father, and best friend favoured designer brands.

"How did you know?" Rebekah mused curiously. Avery shrugged, "Call it a habit."

Their was a silent, pause in the presence but comfortable one, "So, how many siblings do you have?" Avery questioned, attempting to stay calm and cool, blowing her cover now would disastrously treacherous.

Rebekah nodded placidly, "I have four brothers, although one is absent; Finn. But the rest are wondering aimlessly around somewhere. Nik, Elijah and Kol. You'll most likely see all of them, Elijah's walking towards us now." Rebekah pointed out, and Avery noticed a smartly dressed man ambling smoothly towards them. He looked like a much older version of Rebekah's other brother. The one that had saved her.

The man smiled politely, "Hello sister, I see you have socialized." Elijah pondered slightly before introducing himself, "Forgive me, where are my manners? Elijah Mikaelson."

Avery smiled weakly, "Avery Lowe." Her raised her palm placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. As soon as he dropped it she fought the urge to wipe the back of her hand vigorously against her dress, she had OCD like that.

"So Miss Lowe, how is the party? Enjoying it?" He surveyed.

Avery nodded, "What's not to like, I mean it is rather compelling." Avery teased sharing a look with Rebekah who smiled coyly at their inside joke, Elijah who raised him eyebrow unaware at the small quip.

"Well our family has a reputation for throwing the most exquisite and extravagant balls, consisting of the higher class of New Orleans." Rebekah beamed boastfully smirking widely at Avery.

Avery giggled slightly, "Obviously."

One hour later, Rebekah had apologised profoundly and confessed her brother was calling for her, she'd promised to return although she hadn't yet. Avery figured she''d been held up by some guest, so she sat at the bar draining the alcohol someone anonymously kept sending flutes of wine her way. At first she found it oddly flatting now she couldn't care less as she gladly drank. But it was even odder, whoever sent it knew that that specific wine they were serving was Avery's favourite, and no other one.

She'd glanced around cautiously but everyone seemed engrossed in the dancing now taking part, elaborate gowns sweeping gracefully across the marble ground, swaying to the rhythm of the music. Definitely not Avery's type of music or dancing. She'd most likely end up collapsing and stumbling clumsily onto everyone, she cringed at the humiliating thought.

Just as another waiter placed the flute besides her, Avery ceased her. "Who is sending this?" Avery interrogated but the waiter merely pressed her lips together and swayed her hips away from Avery until she disappeared.

Making a noise of annoyance she was unaware of the captivated orbs settled on her, memorising every feature of her neck and back, how much they yearned to place kisses across on her back and neck, allowing piercing fangs to sink, feeding off her constantly. The rapturous feeling of the silky substances the thought alone caused caused a pair of fangs to grind against a jaw. Of course she was all oblivious.

She looked bewitching in her tight, black dress. There was no deny of her hourglass figure, the black trim of her dress covered her thighs, short but classy. Her hair to height ratio made her hair seem ten times longer, her height seemed to increase with the six inch Louboutins. It was impressive how high her alcohol tolerance was, it was pretty safe to say she'd lost count of her drink a while ago.

Avery's mind was buzzing with thoughts of the strange man, the one that had saved her. She pondered of him for the remainder of her stay at the ball, where was he? Where had he gone? Blatantly asking Rebekah would be completely and totally idiotic but she desired to know the truth, even if it wasn't she expected or longed. She needed those answers, but everything came with a price. Money, gold, silver name your value Avery would give it all if it obtained her answers.

He was undoubtedly handsome, but Avery didn't know anything about him. But she was sure nothing would change. Avery glanced down at her phone. A text from her father, her long stiletto nails browsed across the screen, Coming home tomorrow.

Ugh great how perfect?! (Note the sarcasm!) Annoyed she hissed annoyed and didn't even wait for the waiter to put the flute down before taking a swig, and consuming it all. She was done with fucking everything.

Expended in her annoyance and alcohol she didn't notice the set of eyes staring at her. Rebekah Mikaelson promised she'd return but accidently hadn't she'd gotten wrapped in with other guests but she was pleased now, as she stood next to Kol his eyes never swaying from Avery's figure the small smirk cemented on his lips she was absolutely breathtaking. Her blood and scent was another whole level.

"Are you trying to court her or kill her with all those drinks?" Rebekah taunted, but Kol merely stood silent as he raised his flute to his lips and watched Avery mimic his actions. His eyes roamed her charmingly.

"Stunning isn't she sister?" Kol mused smirking. Rebekah tittered, aborting her brother allowing him to continue in his gawking.

Long chapter it was like around 2000 words but yeah I wasn't planning Avery and Kol to associate as of now, but him to stare at her from a far and send her drinks, although Avery doesn't know it was him or that he was staring at her. Tell me if you guys want me to continue the next chapter like this (Still in the ball) or as a new day.

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