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Chapter Nineteen

Over Again by Cavo

Somebody told me something
Nobody cared to tell you the truth
You never found a reason
Caught in a lie and it's all that you're used to
(living a lie)

Life is never easy. Life is never carefree. Life is filled with misery. The sooner you get that through your head, the sooner you can spare yourself unneccessary pain.

I knew these rules. I accepted them. After all, I was a monster. Wasn't that prove enough that life isn't easy?

I didn't complain though. I enjoyed it. I mean, sure the first kill was rough but everything went smoothly after that.

Klaus taught me how to control my emotions, how to block them from affecting me.

Everything worked out well.

I'd help Klaus in whatever mad venture he fancied and in return…he treated me as if I belonged.

Everything changed though because of that one man.

I changed.

All because of an annoying, smartass Cajun by the name of Lucas Roche.

The sun shone brightly down, humidity hanging in the air. New Orleans was definitely miles apart from Mystic Falls, which had already begun to cool down do to the approaching winter.

Never had Jordyn expected to come here. Not again. But stupid Damon didn't think! Though, she couldn't really blame Damon since he didn't know the events that had taken place six months prior.

But still. They needed to be on their way to Boston right now. She had to find that cocky bastard Aiden.

She couldn't be here.

New Orleans, for her, was like a living monument, a living memory, of what her stupidity and Klaus had caused for her to lose.

Her emerald eyes landed on a small shop that had wooden boards across the windows and the door.

It looked abandoned, but Jordyn remembered a time when it housed two beings who had managed to get on Klaus's bad side.

And in that second, her mind drifted and unwanted memories began to course through her head.

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New Orleans, One and a Half Years Ago

Two targets.

Two names.

Dimitri and Vasya Trekov.

Not that the witch would remember. Her job was simply to follow the traitorous duo whom had wronged Klaus in some way and report back to Klaus her findings.

A simple mission, he claimed.

All Jordyn did now was arch an eyebrow and mentally scoff, wondering when Klaus would ever realize that nothing was ever simple in their world.

Nonetheless, here she was, outside of the small shop the targets owned on Bourbon Street. Boredom was clear on her face as she lay on the roof of a building directly across from it with a cover spell already in effect, shielding her from the prying eyes of others.

In the pouring rain.

Jordyn had a sneaking suspicion that Klaus was laughing his ass of at her predicament from the dry, warm safety of their hotel room.

Sometimes, her friend could be such a bastard.

Yawning, she turned emotionless green eyes to the front entrance of the shop, watching as Dimitri Trekov strolled out, seemingly oblivious to an almost certain death that would be coming to him any day now.

A cold smirk crossed Jordyn's face, knowing that she would more than likely be the one carrying out that little order of execution.

And the funny thing is, Dimitri would think that since he had bulging biceps that he would have the upper hand…that he'd be able to beat her.

Humans were so pitiful.

Though she did have to admit the man was cute, though it was the way an owner might call their pet cute right before killing it simply out of boredom.

Jordyn frowned as she watched him come out of the next door café carrying two lattes and a bag filled with beignets. Her stomach rumbled, reminding the witch that she had yet to eat anything that day, unusual for her.

Once again, she blamed Klaus. She held in an annoyed sigh.

"What are ya lookin' at, chère?" A thick Cajun accent drawled from behind her.

Jordyn's first reaction was shock. How could someone see her? She had a cover spell in effect, right?

Reaching out with the tendrils of her magic, she sensed that indeed her spell had fallen. She cursed herself for succumbing to boredom and losing focus in keeping the spell active.

Slowly, Jordyn turned around to observe this stranger.

He looked to be about six foot and was staring at her with an amused but curious expression on his face, cerulean eyes watching her every move. "Ya do know its pourin' out here, don't ya?" A crooked smile directed towards her appeared on his face.

Jordyn gritted her teeth. "No and here I thought it was a bright, sunny day." She remarked, eyes narrowed as she carefully watched the man who appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen but then again, in their world appearances were almost always deceiving.

The smile grew. "Sarcastic little thing, aren't ya?"

"Who are you?" Jordyn questioned, her arms crossed.

"Lucas Roche." The Cajun mock bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet ya, Miss Jordyn."

That sent off alarm bells in her head. Scowling, she stalked right up to him and demanded, "How the hell do you know my name?"

Those cerulean eyes sparkling with mischief looked down at her. "I know a lot of things chère."

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New Orleans, Present Day

Jordyn wrapped her arms around herself tightly. True to his words, Lucas had always seemed to know crucial bits of information that he usually kept to himself until the very last possible second and even then you had to pry the information out of him.

Except if it was her.

All she had to do was ask and he'd tell her without even hesitating.

He had trusted her.

Her.

Klaus's personal executioner.

A cold-blooded murderer.

And how had she repaid him?

He was the person who had vanquished the darkness within her with a simple, crooked smile and tender cerulean eyes. He had loved her.

And Jordyn had loved him more than anything.

Yet, she did the one thing that forever forced her back into the darkness.

She destroyed the one person who had trusted her beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Lucas had told her time and again that he would die for her if he had to, and guess what?

That's exactly what he did.

"How long are you going to stay in here and mope? Come on! Your worse than Saint Stefan!" Damon complained to the brunette who was sitting off in the corner of the hotel room with her grimoire resting in her lap.

"I hate this city." Was all Jordyn replied, eyes never leaving the page she was studying.

Damon stared at her in disbelief. "How can anyone in their right mind hate New Orleans?" He shook his head. "Nope! You're coming with me." He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, the leather bound book falling out of her lap.

"We don't have time to waste in this fucked up city, Damon." Jordyn stated through gritted teeth.

"Why? What's so important that can't wait?" When the girl didn't answer, Damon smirked. "Exactly. Lets have fun while we're here. There's this nightclub here I wanna check out."

"No."

"Please?" The puppy dog look. Jordyn groaned.

"I hate you." She muttered, giving up. She might as well go with him. Knowing Damon, if she didn't he would more than likely get into trouble. It was better than the alternative, which was simply stare at nothing while thinking of Lucas.

"Let me take a shower first."

Damon waggled his eyebrows at her. "Room for one more?"

Jordyn gritted her teeth, face pink. "Perv." She muttered before shutting and locking the bathroom door behind her.

Grinning, Damon shook his head before picking up Jordyn's grimoire to put up for her. He frowned noticing the little piece of paper that flittered to the ground, having fallen out of the grimoire.

Curious, he bent down and carefully picked the paper up. He blinked in surprise when he noticed it was a drawing. Or more precisely, a drawing of Jordyn who appeared to be asleep on a bed in the drawing. In the top right corner of the page was written "Mon ange, mon amour."

Before he could even contemplate a thought on the drawing, his cell went off. He arched an eyebrow at the caller I.D. which read STEFAN.

"Hello?" He answered, laying back on the bed.

"Where are you?"

"What, no hello? I'm hurt, little brother." Damon smirked.

"I'm serious. Where are you?"

"Hotel Villa Convento with a hot brunette."

"Villa Convento…New Orleans! And what hot brunette? Please tell me its not one of your living blood supplies." Damon could imagine the frown that would now be plastered on Stefan's face.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Damon laid back on the bed, a smirk on his face.

"Damon, humans aren't your playthings." Stefan stated exasperated.

Damon arched an eyebrow. "Who said anything about a human?"

"Then who-Jordyn!" Stefan realized.

"Ding ding. We have a winner." Damon remarked sarcastically.

"Don't hurt her Damon." was all Stefan said before hanging up.

Jordyn sighed as she dried her hair. Damon Salvatore was infuriating. She really did not want to go to whatever nightclub Damon had chosen. She hadn't even wanted to come to New Orleans! They were supposed to be on their way to Boston to try and catch up to Aiden, though it wasn't as if she could tell Damon that last part.

He would throw a fit and then refuse to let her go.

A slight smile crossed her face. Damon definitely acted like a child. She trusted him and it took a lot for her to trust anyone.

She silently hoped that he wouldn't break that trust. Like Klaus had. Or be gone forever like Lucas…

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New Orleans, One Year and Four Months Ago

Jordyn was annoyed. Wherever she went, Lucas Roche always seemed to show up wearing that crooked smile of his.

And the part of herself that she hated, that was weak, was always happy to see him.

As soon as she walked onto Bourbon Street, she started a mental countdown.

5.

4. She straightened her shirt.

3. An annoyed expression was on her face as she awaited the inevitable.

2.

1.

As soon as one was thought, Jordyn groaned and a voice from behind her that seemed way too close for comfort said, "Bonjour, mon ange."

Chills involuntarily ran through her at his warm breath on her neck. No matter how used to this she had become over the past couple of months, she still couldn't get used to that low, husky tone he always greeted her with.

She turned around and crossed her arms, eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you want Lucas?"

He smiled at her, cerulean eyes gleaming through the night. "Don't ya know its dangerous for a pretty petite femme like yourself to be walking alone at nighttime?"

Jordyn smirked, eyes glittering darkly. "For a pathetic human, maybe. But I'm a witch."

Lucas was silent. His eyes stayed on her for a long time, as if searching her face for something. Looking away, the Cajun said slowly, almost hesitantly, "Mon ange…Jordyn…witches are human…and humans are far from pathetic." His cerulean eyes flashed with something that resembled…sadness? "In my opinion, chère, humans are the most powerful out of all."

Jordyn stared, a frown on her face. "What the hell are you talking about, Roche? Humans are weak, powerless even, against us." She scowled at him. "And I am not human."

"If that's what ya wanna believe, ange." Lucas said quietly, turning away from the brunette as he began to walk away. He stopped suddenly and turned, eyes wise beyond their years looking back at her. "And Jordyn? Never underestimate a human. Their capacity to fight to protect what they care about might just surprise ya."

The vampire left, leaving the usually ice-hearted witch still standing in the same spot, confusion flittering across her face for a moment before quickly vanquishing it.

She didn't have time to think about the Cajun's useless words.

She had a job to do.

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New Orleans, Present Day

Jordyn walked out of the bathroom with her usual attire of jeans and a t-shirt. This would have to do since she hadn't exactly packed anything meant for going clubbing.

Her eyes landed on Damon with a sigh. "You ready?"

Damon looked up from where he was laying with his arms behind his head. A grin appeared on his face. "Yes, friend."

The seventeen year old rolled her eyes. "So what's the name of this nightclub your forcing me to go to?"

Damon jumped to his feet, smirking at his friend as he held his arm out to her to take. "Le Mort Belle."

Jordyn froze.

You have got to be kidding me.

Meanwhile….

French class was a bore as usual and Kiara was sitting in the back of the class, thinking about Jordyn and hoping desperately that she was okay.

She didn't hear the French teacher call her name. The student next to her lightly punched her in the shoulder.

Kiara turned to him, surprised. "What was that for?"

"The office called for you. The teacher said your name, like, six times, stupid. Are you, like, drugged up?" He replied.

Kiara shook her head confused before heading down to the office.

Martha, the secretary, was at the desk and when she saw Kiara she smiled. "Hello dear! How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Kiara said. "You called me down?"

"Oh! Of course!" Martha said. She rifled through the papers on her desk until she came upon the one she was looking for. "It seems that your sister Jordyn has been missing a lot of school recently. I was just wondering if everything was okay at home and such."

Kiara stood silent and frozen as she desperately tried to come up with an excuse for Jordyn's absence. "She's…taking care of our grandmother…Roza."

"Oh dear!" Martha exclaimed. "What happened?"

"What happened?….A shark attack." Kiara said the first thing that came to mind. She inwardly winced at the awful excuse.

"Shark attack! How dreadful! Where, might I ask, is she?"

"Umm….Ohio?" Kiara more asked than stated. At Martha's look, she repeated more confidently. "Ohio."

"If she was attacked by a shark…why would she be in Ohio?" Martha asked, suspicion beginning to appear in her voice and on her face.

"Umm…because Ohio has a very good shark attack unit!" Kiara said quickly, mentally wondering where Ohio even was.

"Who would have guessed?" Martha said, shaking her head. "If you don't mind, I'd like to pray for Roza."

"Who?" Kiara asked politely, wondering who this Roza person was.

The secretary's eyes narrowed as she said slowly, "Your grandmother."

"Oh! Right. Sure!"

"Mhmm. Well, you'd best get back to class, dear." Martha stated and Kiara jumped at the chance of escape.

"Definitely." Kiara said. She took off, grateful for the excuse to leave.

Walking back to class she ran into Tyler in the hallway. "Hey Kiara, what are you doing out of class?" He arched an eyebrow at her as he looked down at her face.

"I had to go down to the office." Kiara said. "They wanted to know why Jordyn had missed so many school days."

"What did you tell them?" The werewolf questioned.

Kiara shook her head exasperated. "You don't want to know."

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