AN: Gahhh! So many reviews, thank you thank you thank you! I've been thinking about this story for a while, and I never really had solid ideas on how I wanted to change it, but I finally had a break through! So be ready for many twists and turns. I am still going to have some of the events in TVD, they're just going to be very warped to my imagination.
ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTE: If you haven't looked at my profile pic for this story, than I want you to put your attention to it now. Every time I post a different photo, it will have a reason. The current photo represents Nik, him wishing to get his werewolf side back and him also howling for someone to understand his feelings and motives. A friend. Deep I know.
Also, I went back and changed a few things. Instead of calling her power "divergence", I'm just going to stick with power cause neither Ayris nor I know what or where her power came from.
Onto Chapter 11!
Song:
Love The Way You Lie by Rihanna (chapter song)
Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran (kiss scene)
Disclaimer: Like I've said before, I don't own anything, I'm just playing around with it for your entertainment.
586.
That's how many leaves I've counted so far from my window in my room.
120.
That's how many minutes it's been since I woke up.
16.
That's how many hours it's been since Nik and I left the lagoon.
4.
How many arguments I've gotten into with Klaus.
2.
The number of pissed off occupants in this house.
1.
The level of my patience.
"It's nothing." I say quietly, trying to discreetly cover up the mark on my right shoulder blade with my hair.
A hand comes out of nowhere, grips my wrist, and pushes it to the side. I close my eyes in horror and anticipation, my body humming with the urge to bolt and hide under a rock.
Nik's cold and wet hands gently brush my hair over one shoulder, so he has a perfect view of my lightning bolt scar on my spine, and the mark that had caught his attention the most. I shiver against the dread in my stomach as his hand gently glides over the mark, tracing the raised skin in a circular motion.
"How did you get this?" His voice is light, not portraying even an ounce of the anger simmering inside. I gulp, wracking my experienced brains for any way to get out of this. If it had merely been a physical attack, I had complete faith in myself to get me out of any situations where I am attacked, but this is a mental attack, and even if I somehow manage to distract him, he will always remember it for later. Damn vampire memory.
I breath in deeply "That's none of your concern." My words sound detached, a perfect reflection of how I feel on the subject of my scars. Nik makes a sound of disbelief.
"None- none of my business?!" He explodes "As your friend love, I think I have the right to know why you have been branded!"
My eyes close as I try to keep the memories buried.
I will not fall. I am stronger than this. I refuse to let them continue to have any say in anything I do in my life, even if it's only their memories that are keeping me from living.
Pleased with my thoughts, I face the furious hybrid.
"And as my friend, you also have the right to respect my secrets, and to be patient until I tell you them."
Klaus had not been happy with that remark. But seriously, what else did he expect? That the minute we came to an agreement or to a friendship status, that it suddenly gave him the right to know the answers to every single mark on my body? Hell no it doesn't! And I told him that right to his face, but boy, if that man were to be known for a trait, stubbornness would be at the top of that list. He had pestered me non stop on the trip back, and continued to bother me all throughout the night, resulting in four arguments, and the both of us storming up to our rooms after a tense dinner of pizza takeout (we were too mad to order anything else).
I shoot another glance at the door, wondering when his royal pain in my ass was gonna come waltzing in. Figuring he wasn't going to trouble me for a while, I make my way towards the enormous mirror by my dresser, yanking my sleeping shirt over my head and dropping it carelessly to the ground as I come into approach it.
My normally slightly tanned skin has an even darker hue now thanks to the sun I got while being out yesterday. My hair suffers from a little bit of a bed head; to fix the problem, I reach over to the dresser and grab the brush lying on top of it. Running it through my hair, I'm delighted to see that my in between curly and straight hair now has a little bit of curl to it, making it more than wavy like it was before, but still not curly like I wish it was.
Placing the brush back in it's spot, I lock eyes with grey-gold in the mirror, examining the slight circles under my eyes and the tired look shining in them, no doubt from the lack of sleep lately. I was excited to notice that I had gotten a little taller, but not much seeing as how I probably already hit my last growth spurt. Those doe-like eyes stared numbly back at me as I leisurely turned around until my bare back was to the antique mirror, my head looking back over my shoulder.
The first thing that jumped out at me was my "death scar". I wish my hair was long enough to cover it up, but unfortunately, my hair may be long, but it wasn't down to my hips long. Shyly sweeping my hair over to the side, my blank face emotionlessly examined the brand.
A medium sized circle, a bit bigger than the circumference of a mug, marked my right shoulder. Inside of it was a large one-point flame, located in the middle of the circle and to the right of the flame was an N and a Z woven together, and on the left side were words written in our language. Translated, they read this:
Property of High King Noboru and King Zaltan.
A bitter laugh pops out of my mouth, reminding me that maybe I am going crazy. All I know is that when I was younger, I knew what my father was capable of, but I never knew I would someday have his name branded into my skin like cattle. Even though the area has healed, the skin is still slightly red around it and is raised up a bit from the rest of my clear skin; the mental wounds are still festering.
All right, I'm done with this.
Picking my shirt up and throwing it on, I none too gently open the door and stomp down the hallway, slamming my fist repeatedly on the door.
"Nik open the doors right now, I know you're in there!"
…
"Niklaus Mikaelson! Open the god damn door this second!" I cringe slightly at the high-pitched screeching of her yells. My unhappiness is known as I jerk open my bedroom door, coming face-to-face with my not-so-happy friend.
I can't help but smirk in satisfaction as I catch the teenage girl once again ogling my chest in awe. That awe soon turns to determination.
"Couldn't you have put a shirt on before answering the door?" she spats.
I chuckle "You were the one demanding I open the door." I lean closer to her "Do you have a problem with my shirtless self talking to you?" I purr.
Ayris growls, the sound reminding me of a Chihuahua trying to scare off a Great Dane. Oblivious to my thoughts, she pushes past me, knocking her shoulder into mine as she makes her way over to my perfectly made bed and plopping herself down on the edge. I'd be lying if I didn't say my dormant werewolf side didn't perk up at seeing her on my bed.
Leaning casually against the door way, I question Ayris "What do you need love?"
Her grey-gold eyes move to my face, examining something "I'm not arguing with you anymore."
Satisfaction shoots through me. I knew she would get tired of my pestering and arguing, I just didn't think it would be this soon. I did feel a stab of guilt however at the tiredness on her face.
Her face scrunches up like she swallowed something sour "No, I'm not saying that because I'm giving in, I'm saying it cause I don't like to argue with you." Her eyes plead with me "All I'm asking you is to weight until the end of the week. If you keep up our deal that we made, and when/if I tell you what I am, I will also tell you about my…scars." She hesitates on scars, probably unsure about saying brand.
"You mean brand," I spit the word out with venom, refusing to feel bad about my forceful tone when she flinches.
Brand. The word leaves a terrible taste in my mouth and a feeling of rage simmering in my gut. I wanted to tear into whoever marked that skin with such an inhuman object. I wanted to compel her, to force her to tell me how she ended up a slave when in these days, it wasn't allowed. The silence in the air and Ayris's distance bothers me, although I don't know why.
Speeding over and sitting next to her, I chuckle with mirth at her jumpiness to my speed. Gently gripping her cheek that is facing away from me, I turn her head to face me, grinning slightly when I see that fire in her eyes.
"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to say it like that."
Her eyes narrow "Yes you did. But it's okay I understand." The late afternoon sun filters through my open window, a ray of warmth falls across her eyes, making her eye color shine even brighter.
…
I must be going mad. Yes, that's a rational reason for this painfully crucial moment. If I went with what my heart and instincts were telling me, things between Nik and I would never be the same. If I went with my brain, I would continue to question things until I would eventually go mad. Sometimes, instincts are better than going with the facts. And the facts were, this was a very, very bad idea.
To hell with it, I've got nothing to lose.
Fed up with his sweet smelling breath teasing my nose, I push forward and slam my lips onto the surprised hybrid. The air in the room suddenly felt tensed and charged, charged with what remained a mystery.
Nik's mouth molds perfectly with mine, that musky scent that seems to hang off of him is overpowering with how close I am to him. A low growl is all the warning I get before I'm slammed against a wall, one of his hands weaving through my hair, the other one is holding my hip possessively, keeping me pinned. I myself have my hands wander, only mine move to his taunt abdomen, his husky growl fills the room at my touch as I feel the powerful muscles ripple through his abs with every feverish movement.
The hand in my hair suddenly grips the strands around it, and with a sharp tug my head is slanted up and to the side, giving the both of us a much better angle to devour the other's lips. Nik's lips moving to my exposed neck felt like heaven, his human teeth nibble and suck on any skin they can reach. My breath hitches as his teeth go over an especially sensitive area on my neck. His deep chuckle echoes through his chest "Looks like someone has a sensitive spot."
He pays special attention to that spot, his hand on my hip makes its way down to the hem of my shirt, slowly nudging it up my stomach. Only when his hand makes contact with my stomach do I slowly come out of my haze.
"Wai-i t" I mumble, my voice cracking.
Clearing my throat, I try again "Nik stop."
I felt him pause, slowly straighten up and pierce me with a hooded gaze. I try to get my breathing under control to explain myself to the frustrated hybrid.
"I-I'm sorry, I can't, I can't do this right now" I stutter, breaking out his grip and darting out of the room, leaving the frozen vampire behind.
AIRBENDER GONE ROGUE
Twigs break under my foot as I pace back and forth, my fingers are twitching anxiously. It probably wasn't the best idea to go running out into the woods at night, but I couldn't stay in that house, not while the reason for my pacing is in there.
I hesitate when I hear the bushes around me rustle, examining them suspiciously when I feel no breezes coming through the branches.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a shadow dart behind me, I jerk around in surprise as I feel an unnatural breeze flow around me.
Darting my eyes around, my body is tense and is on high alert, when two cold hands wrap around my throat and yank me forwards, slamming my head into the tree in front of me.
I cry out in pain and crumple to the ground, my eyesight lasting long enough to see two brown army boots come into my vision, the figure in front of me crouching down.
A blurry face comes into my line of sight, before I can't see anymore. A dark chuckle drifts through the woods, causing any animals in the vicinity to run off in fright.
"You're mine now."
AIRBENDER GONE ROGUE
Nursing a bottle of whiskey, I wait patiently for Ayris to come back. And when she did, she better explain herself.
I furrow my eyebrows in surprise as a soft cry of pain reaches my supernatural ears, the quiet of the house allowing me to pick up the sound.
"Ayris" I whisper.
Abandoning my drink, I zip out of the house and into the forest, following the teenager's scent. I come up to a small clearing surrounded by bushes, scanning the area with supernatural speed; I quickly pick up the small drops of blood near one tree. Vamping over, I sniff the area, sensing Ayris and an unknown scent. My nostrils flare in anger.
"Ayris!" I roar furiously.
But Ayris is gone.
I would have gotten this up earlier, but I randomly developed a terrible headache and all I was capable of was moaning in pain on the coach with my dog to comfort me. I still have it, but it's better now.
So, how'd you like the chapter? Who do you think took her? I'm not sure if I should put someone that was maybe mentioned in the series, or if I should do an OC. Review your ideas, I really need help on this one!
Chapter Question:
If Damon was human and living a human life, what do you think his job would be? Doctor, bartender, etc.
Love ya guys,
Atlafan1286
Ps. Lots of busy weekends coming up, but in about three weeks I'm going to be totally done with school, so hang in there with me!
