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SORRY! I know, I know, I need to update more. I've been gone for a little bit longer then I anticipated. But school finally caught up with me, then finals happened. So basically life got busy and writing took the very back burner of my priorities list. I'll try to catch up some more, but the writers block and creativity are having their own battle at the moment, hopefully creativity wins the fight.
Dear reviewers of the comments section: I am so so so glad you love the story so far.
A/N: This is just a glimpse of the future after Hogwarts. But after this short chapter, it's back to Hartley's first through final years at Hogwarts. I don't plan on doing any time skips. But now that I'm saying that I may change my mind later on.
Chapter 11 - Glimpse of the Future
Katherine and Stefan could be heard inside Alaric's apartment arguing about Klaus knowing the cure for Damon's werewolf bite and Stefan wanting to make a deal with the devil himself.
"2 days I have been stuck here waiting. I'm supposed to be free of Klaus's compulsion by now, he's supposed to be dead." She stated angerly her voice raising slightly.
"There has been a complication, and I need to find Klaus." He replied.
"Shhhh! do you hear that?" Katherine whispered. Stefan paused for a moment and listened.
The sound of clicking of approaching high heels makes them pause in their yelling match. They both look to the apartment's front door in time to see a fiery redhead come casually waltzing in. When she walked in, she looked powerful and fierce. She wore a black skinny jeans, a burgundy ¾ inch long sleeve off the shoulder top, and heels. Neither one of them recognized her.
"Hey! Who the hell are you?" Katherine demanded. Annoyed that she wasn't in the loop about something. The redhead continued to ignore the two other vampires in the room and walked over to the stereo to turn it on.
Trouble by Valerie Broussard started to play.
(We wear red so they don't see us bleed. Hundred dollar bills under our sleeve. We intend not to sleep until we're dead. Drink our problems right out of our heads.)
She continued to ignore them as they kept on trying to talk to her. With one hand she pulled the bottle of bourbon out of the cabinet and a glass tumbler along with it. She sat down in one of the armchairs and was sipping her glass of bourbon, when Katherine tried to rush her annoyed that she was being ignored by this girl, a human nonetheless.
The music continued to play.
(Dangerously having the time of our lives. These boys are just poisonous thorns in our sides. Starting fires wherever we go. Watching Em gamble everything they own. Singing oh oh oh oh oh. Hey trouble. Trouble.)
Without opening her eyes, savoring her drink and moment of peace, snapped her fingers and broke the doppelganger's neck. Before she could reach her. Stefan gasped in surprise at this new revelation. She's not just some human after all.
"You're a witc-"but he didn't get to finish. Because she flexed out her hand out sticking him to the corner of the ceiling with a wandless sticking charm.
"HEY! WHAT AR-"Stefan's voice was cut short when she balled that same hand into a fist. Silencing him with a spell. She leaned back into the chair and crossed her legs, waiting for the newcomers that would be arriving soon.
(Trouble coming in the dead of night. Trouble making everything alright. It's in your blood, it's in your bones. You cannot sleep for. You cannot sleep for.)
The door suddenly opened, and the original brothers entered the apartment. "Katerina turn the music off." Klaus ordered without looking in her direction. But only when she didn't comply, and his request was ignored, did he turn to see the new face in the room.
"What in the world?" Elijah questioned aloud. Spotting Katherine passed out with her neck snapped at the mystery girl's feet.
"Lily?" Klaus breathed when his eyes saw the rememberable green eyes that he met once upon a time. The fiery redhead was sitting with her legs crossed in the armchair, sipping on a glass of bourbon.
"No. But getting closer." Hartley muttered under her breath with a smirk. She downed the rest of the contents in her glass. She turned to face them, "I'm her daughter. I've been searching for my father, for the past few years, I've gone through several channels of witches and I followed the trail of breadcrumbs as you would say…" She pauses, letting what she just said sink in for the original hybrid and his original older brother. Both of whom are in silent shock. She takes their silence as an invitation to wrap it up.
"Well, here I am." She finishes with a somewhat sarcastic smile and looks at Niklaus.
"Hello father."
(Whoa oh oh. Whoa oh oh. Tr-tr-trouble trouble. Whoa oh oh. Whoa oh oh. Here comes trouble trouble. Whoa oh oh. Whoa oh oh. Tr-tr-trouble trouble. Whoa oh oh. Whoa oh oh. Here comes trouble trouble.)
Well? What'd you think? I had fun writing this one. :)