Chapter 11: Days of Future Past: Part 1

"What the hell are we doing here?" I asked, indicating the bar we had just parked by.

Katherine looked over at me with a slightly annoyed expression. "We are here to find a werewolf."

"I'm pretty sure you got your w's mixed up. You need a witch to do a locator spell."

"I need a very particular witch. And this werewolf will know where he is."

"He?"

"Yes. She dated him back in the 90s."

"And you know this how?"

"We used to do business. Now come on, let's go."

We stepped out of the car, and I followed Katherine through the door. The inside was redneck heaven. Rednecks drinking beer. Rednecks playing pool. Rednecks arm wrestling. So many rednecks!

We sat down at the bar. "I can't sit here!" I whispered. "I'm not old enough!"

Katherine rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the bartender walked over. "Well well, lookie who finally decided to show up, little bitch.." Said the angry looking blonde. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties.

"Hello, Sue. Nice to see you to."

"Last I saw you, you were high tailing it outta town." She looked out the window. "See you still like them Ferraris."

"I'm looking for Max." Katherine said. "Do you know where he is?"

"I do. But why should I tell you? What's in it for me?"

Katherine seized her around the throat and hissed, baring her fangs. "You get to live."

I sniffed the air. "Katherine…"

"What?!" She snapped.

"You might want to let her go. There's a lot of werewolves in here."

Katherine glanced over her shoulder. All around us, angry rednecks were closing us in. I counted at least ten. Suddenly, Katherine pulled Sue from behind the bar, and wrapped her arms around her throat. "One step closer and she dies."

The werewolves stopped. "Let 'er go." Said one. "We got you out numbered, missy. Let her go now we'll kill ya quick."

"Not likely."

One of the werewolves went for me. I dodged his grab, and slammed my elbow into the back of his head. He went down with a loud bump.

I couldn't stop the next few though. Three of them charges straight at me. I punched the first in the chest, sending him flying across the room. But the others used their full wolf speed, just as I activated mine. Each grabbed an arm, slamming me to the floor. The breath whooshed out of me, and for several moments I couldn't move.

My attackers hauled me to my feet. The wolf prom before moved toward me, and pulled out a butterfly knife. "Let 'er go, or I swear I will cut this here boy's throat!"

Katherine hesitated, looking at me, the werewolf, then back at me. And when she looked at me, I saw something very unexpected in her eyes. Concern.

She let go of Sue, shoulders slumped in defeat. One of the werewolves snapped off a chair leg.

"No!" I yelled.

"She'a a vampire, boy." Said the one who said he would kill me. "They have killed our kind for years. You'd be better off without her. You're a wolf, son. Nobody in this room wants to see you dead, except her."

"And I am asking you, as my fellow wolf, to let her go. I need her alive. Just tell us what we want to know, and well l leave, and I'll make sure you guys never see her again."

He sighed. "And what is it that you be wantin to know?"

"I saved your ass." I bragged, as we got crossed the border from South Carolina to Georgia.

"Don't talk right now."

"Why, because I had to save you with words where violence failed?"

Katherine slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. She moved toward me until our noses were almost touching. "No. Don't talk because you almost died. And I need you alive!"

"Katherine… They were never going to hurt me. I'm a werewolf. We don't harm our own. They used your feelings-"

She smashed her fist into the side of my head. The world went black.

My eyes fluttered open. A groan came from my left. "I was hoping you would be out longer."

"Why'd you knock me unconscious?" I asked, annoyed.

"You were irritating me."

"How?"

"You wouldn't stop talking."

"All I was saying-"

Katherine put her finger to my lips. "I have no qualms about knocking you out again. So be quiet."

Several minutes passed. Finally, I felt the need to hear noise besides the wind. "Awkward silence kills unicorns." I blurted. She rolled her eyes, still looking at the road. "You have just slaughtered some of nature's most precious creatures. How could you?"

"I kill people all the time."

"Yes, but unicorns are a rare breed of majestic beast so endangered, the deaths of two or three would be sorely missed."

"You do realize they aren't real, right?"

"How would you know? Maybe somewhere there is a secret valley where everything is beautiful and unicorns roam free."

"Take it from someone who's lives five hundred years. There is no such thing as unicorns."

"I can see it now. Lush, green meadows. A sparkling blue lake. A view of the proud mountains. A shady, pristine forest, home to all the beautiful little animals. And the unicorns… grazing, frolicking, just being unicorns. And do you know what country it would be in?"

"Switzerland?"

I gaped at her. "No! I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a quarter Swiss, and the chocolate there is great, and there's some really nice views, and there are these chips that you can't get anywhere else…. But no! I'm talking about t greatest country in the world, the most awesome. The country everyone wants to immigrate to. The country, where freedom, is the only way…" I unbuckled my seatbelt, and stood up, raising by hands as I cried "Ameerrica! Fuck Yeah!"

"Sit down, you idiot."

I obliged. "But seriously, doesn't the American F Yeah song make you feel so patriotic?!"

"I've never heard it."

"Than I shall do my duty, and sing it to you."

"Then I'll knock you unconscious, and every time you wake up, I will knock you out again, until we reach our destination."

"Okay then." I paused. "Could you put the roof up? This wind is annoying."

"Not while we're moving."

"Then can we stop?"

"Yes."

"Will we stop?" I asked.

Katherine smiled an evil smile. "Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like it."

"Well, I do. So stop the car."

"That's the beauty of this relationship, me being the five century old vampire and you being the decade and a half year old werewolf." She shifted to a tone that rich old ladies used with their dogs. "This wittle doggie doesn't get to make decisions, no he does not, no he does not!" She mussed up my hair.

"Stop!" I shoved her hand away.

"Aww! Is the wittle doggie not happy? Does he need a bone?"

"Cut it out! It's really annoying."

She moves to pat my head again, but I grabbed her wrist. "Stop." I growled.

Katherine laughed. "You being angry is a funny sight."

"You haven't been near me on a full moon. You haven't seen me angry."

"I don't plan on ending up like those campers."

"Then stop being such an annoying bitch."

"Don't make threats that you can't keep. Especially not to someone who could easily kill you."

"Give me three days, and you'll end up like those people. And speaking of the upcoming full moon, what's the plan for that?"

"You are going to have to figure that out yourself."

"It would help if you told me where we're going."

"Ever been to New Orleans?"

The car pulled into the parking lot of the motel. "Finally! A bed." I exclaimed.

Katherine said nothing. She just started walking, and I had to hurry to catch up.

The room we got wasn't too shabby. Open room with a kitchen in the corner, with an oven, stove, microwave, and a table with four chairs, a bathroom with a bath/shower, a sink, and a toilet. The main room had nice curtains, nice floors, and air conditioning, and an armchair.. Only one problem. Literally. There was one bed.

"I guess I'll sleep on the floor." I said glumly.

"Fine by me."

"Could you toss me a pillow?" One slammed into my face, knocking me to the floor. "I said toss, not hurl. How bout a blanket?" I shouldn't have bothered sitting back up.

"Oh, go hang this jacket up." I was hit with a piece of black leather. I stood, trudged over to the table, and draped the jacket around the chair. Two shoes sent me sprawling. "Put those by the door."

I placed them where asked. "Anything else, your Highness?"

"Turn off the lights."

"Do it yourself."

"Please?" Katherine looked at me with a look that made me almost forget that she was a murderous, lying, manipulative bitch.

"Fine." I walked over, and flipped the light switch. I kicked off my shoes, and lay on my makeshift bed. "Goodnight, Katherine."

It came after several moments of silence, so quiet, that if there had been any noise in the room, I would have missed it. "Goodnight, Cutler."

The man watched the entrance to Room 7. A scratched his beard, a habit that indicated he was nervous. He looked down at the long, narrow box in his hand, with its segmented lid, and multiple golden locks, the brown wood a few shades darker than his own hazelnut skin. Each segment of the lid was numbered one through five. He still wondered what was in it. The tall blue eyed teenager had told him where it needed to be delivered.

He had only said one other thing about it. "If you lose it, you can go home. To your wife and children. You will make dinner for them. Then you will put this in the food." The brown haired boy had held out a vial of something green. "You won't eat any of it. Not until you've watched them all writhe in pain, seen the bright light of fear in their eyes…. And then watched that light go out. Then, you will finish your meal."

The man had resolved not to lose the box. His orders had been to deliver as soon as possible. But it wasn't possible right now. They had just gone to bed. He would give the box to them in the morning. It would all be over in the morning. Then he would throw away the horrible green vial, and forget about everything.

Author's Note: I'm sure all of you are wondering about this, and the answer is yes, I did indeed rip off the chapter title from the X-Men movie. But trust me, it'll make sense next chapter. After that, it's the return to Mytstic Falls. Also I hope you guys have watched The Originals (if you haven't you definitely should) because we're going to be meeting the not so little Little Warrior. And I am doing a canon character POV for Chapter 13, so put some reviews in on who you would like it to be.