If I dive too deep, you'll pull me out.
If I try to speak, you'll hear me out.
If I get too weak, you'll hold me close and tell me I'm fine.
~ Dive Too Deep – The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
"You lied to me, didn't you?" Angela stared blankly at the white eyed girl in front of her. Alaya knew she was in trouble.
"I..I had to." Alaya sat up with her legs crossed. "I cannot tell you what you are I'm sorry."
"And about the true love part? Is that a lie too? Can I access you whenever I choose?" Angela sounded hopeful.
"It was not a lie. However, that is not the only time I can be accessed."
"Well when is the other time? Alaya tell me! Please! I have a right to know!" Angela stood with anticipation.
"When…" Alaya paused. "You intend to kill a vampire." Her words immediately stunned Angela. "I am strong enough to kill the oldest of vampires. Even the Originals." Before Angela could reply, ice cold fingers pressed to her forehead, startling her awake.
Angela hadn't come out of her room for the entire day. Calls from outside of her locked doors and windows had gone on throughout the morning and afternoon. Her phone was off but she was sure loads of texts and missed calls awaited her when she turned it on.
Strong enough to kill an Original..she thought. Her boyfriend was a vampire and an Original. She sighed and kept thinking about what to do. Now she understood why Alaya lied infront of her friends and Elijah. This house was crawling with vampires. Angela moved around almost all of her life after…The point is, she was happy here. But now she was scared of hurting Elijah. What if she got mad at him one day and it triggered that side? This was a risk that she didn't want to take.
Another knock was softly placed on her door. "Angela, it's Elena. I put some food for you out here." Elena waited for a few minutes and walked away, knowing it would have no effect.
Angela listened closely as she left and took the time to dress herself and sneak out of her window. She had to be out of the house and away from everyone downstairs. Her feet gently made a thud on the ground as she jumped from the branch adjacent to her window.
When she knew it was clear, she walked. Just walked until she could no longer see the house.
Bonnie stared as her mind swirled with what happened that night. The chatter around the house had been only about Angela and her white eyed alter ego. Angela was powerful but what was she? She had a feeling that Alaya knew more than she let on.
"Elijah, I know you're worried but you need to give her space. She's gone through a great trauma. Dealing with it must not be easy for her." Stefan sat across from a pondering Elijah. He could only think and stare at the staircase.
"Shot of tequila, please." Angela said to the bartender. Her shot glass was filled, she swallowed it down in one fiery gulp. Immediately she would receive another shot. Her pattern was interrupted by a chair being pulled out from beside her.
"Is this seat taken?" A man with dark skin and a bald head sat beside her once she shook her head no. "Excuse me," he continued. "Don't you think you are drinking a little fast."
Angela looked at him as she slowly gulped her fourth shot. "I'm sorry, who are you?" She asked.
He held out his hand, "Connor Jordon and you are?"
Angela took his hand and shook it. "Angela Steele." She peered down at Connor's tattoo on his hand. "That's a very interesting tattoo you have there."
He looked somewhat surprised at her remark, hesitating to respond. "Thanks." He looked at her without blinking for a few minutes, Angela knew he was studying her and she didn't want to stay and find out.
"Gotta go." She said before taking her last shot and stumbling a little from the bar stool.
"Well it was nice meeting you." He watched her as she left the grill, slamming a $20 on the counter before following behind her.
A/N: Hey. Sorry I haven't been writing. Real life got hectic and I had depression. Enjoy.