"So, Ripper," I turned to Stefan who was standing around, "make yourself at home and then go play," he gulped and looked at me with mournful eyes, "I don't see why you don't, now that you're gone Damon can live his life free of Elena seeing as she is dead Stefan."
A low guttural warning growl rumbled from Stefan's chest, he seemed to slump into a crouch, warning me off, on human blood he was quite threatening... for a self-loathing and annoying vampire.
Klaus appeared beside us like the wind; "now, now Stefan, she doesn't mean to cut with her words."
"No, I prefer using my fangs," I butted in, Klaus turned back and gave me a pointed look.
"But she's just playing, now go, stay out of trouble – we will be causing enough of that in time – and leave me to talk to my wife."
Stefan nodded solemnly before running off and disappearing into the darkness. With a soft click the door swung shut after he left, leaving nothing but silence in its wake.
Klaus was breathing down my neck and onto my face, his nose just brushing mine, "you wanted to talk to me?"
"Yes, I always want to talk to you, I just don't know what about," I tried not to laugh and his teenage boy-like smile.
"We could always go for politics, or how the global society is going downhill."
"How about something, ooh, I don't know... interesting?"
"Interesting is good."
"OK, what have you been doing since we've been apart?"
Heaving a sigh, I stepped back from him, "I knew this was coming," I said before turning and walking into the living area, sitting on the sofa and draping myself back, yes, over the years I have mastered the casual drape. I felt his weight settle beside me on the sofa, "but I guess I do owe you at least a simple insight to my life away from you.
"At first it was hard, I had to settle back into being on my own without using any of the cards you gave me or the phone, seeing as you could track me, I had to change my name to Jordyn so you couldn't find me and I had to live on the poorer side of life for a little while..."
It's been days. I'm starving. I'm alone. And I have nothing to live for. Many emotions shoved and wrestled their way through my head, like a formation of tough waves. Not to help the fact that it was The Great War and being a woman and alone, people were up to suspect as to why I was alone, receiving many questioning and accusing glancing from passersby as I walked down the streets.
The ground was dirty and wet with fresh rain that still lay pouring over my head, soaking me through completely. And just to make things worse, he was still tracking me, I could tell, I could feel him closer to me and I had to get away from him to survive.
"Excuse me ma'am," said a gentleman, no older than 25 years, long curling brown hair and bright green eyes, very tall and equipped with a lean body, "are you lost? It appears you've been wandering around for a while now and the locals are starting to get suspicious in the Lil' Ol' town."
"Which town would that be?" I asked, confused as I slumped onto the pavement. He crouched down next to me.
"It's more of a village, Shaldon. Look ma'am, what's your name?"
"I'm Jordyn, and you're?"
"Freddie, and I think I can help you; there's a house hosting for stray vampires such as yourself," he smiled knowingly, but I was beyond caring at the moment, "I live there myself and we won't mind housing you until you get back on your feet..." he stood up and hooked an arm around my waist, leading me in the direction down the alley ways and backstreets, "and there's fresh blood, it's Tuesday, feeding day."
I nodded and slumped against him, walking slowly until we reached a old looking, browning house, the plants were growing too big and bushy, making the place look neglected, but I guess that's what they want if they don't want anyone knocking on their door.
Creaking dangerously to humans but welcomingly to vampires, the door swung open and a woman with long blonde hair and a warm smile stepped back, closing the door behind us, "I see you found the girl I told you about, running around, scaring the locals. You could have been quite a handful," she said to me, fondness seemed to lace her voice like a sweet honeysuckle. "I am Hannah, welcome to your new home," she said before walking down the hallway, "Freddie, show her to her room and get her someone to eat."
She walked with an air of dominance, she ran this household, commanded all of the people here and yet she treated them like equals at the same time, but why would she care for me and how I'm doing?
I pondered that question unsuccessfully while I was being carried up many flights of stairs and settled down on a soft cushiony bed. Warm liquid was poured into my mouth, I swallowed automatically, feeling more alive the more I drank until it ran out and stopped flowing, leaving me waiting.
The weight lifted from the bed and a door, somewhere to my left... I think, clicked shut, leaving me alone in the abyss of the room I lay settled, allowing me to fall into a deep slumber almost immediately.