No One's POV
It was only 3pm in the afternoon, but for Damon Salvatore it was never too early to start drinking. Between the torture session from Barbie Klaus, his best friend Alaric's alter-ego, the recent failed attempt to kill the Originals by targeting Finn which resulted in his little brother getting thoroughly threatened and almost killed by Mr. Suite and Tie, Elena a severely broken forearm, a shaken Matt, and a beaten, half-broken Jeremy in Colorado, along with the discovery of a new werewolf/witch in town who was clearly allied with the Original family this last week, Damon thought he deserved to drink the day away into oblivion.
He would figure out the world's problems the next day he promised himself; particularly on what to do about the hybrid werewolf/witch that was now the newest player in the game and clearly not on Team Save Elena, but Team Mikaelson.
"Hey, isn't that her?" Alaric asks, nudging Damon subtly in the arm, inclining his head to the door of the Mystic Grill in which Brooklyn had just walked in.
"Yeah, that's her. Stefan says she's a werewolf and witch. But doesn't know what kind of wolf or witch though. Apparently she can phase within seconds, she doesn't need spells, and her eyes burn gold. At least that's what my brother said." Damon snorts half-heartedly, not particularly caring at the moment, or perhaps at all, but picking up his glass and taking another swig of alcohol before using his vampire hearing to listen to what Brooklyn was saying.
"I called in an order about 5 minutes ago. It's for Mikaelson." Brooklyn states, walking up to the cashier.
"Right. 12 burgers, one house salad with ranch, three orders of fries, two orders of onion rings, and a medium Sprite to go?" The girl clarifies, checking her pad.
"Yep," Brooklyn nods, her fingers lightly drumming on the counter top.
"Great, it's almost done. Like 5 more minutes. It will be $45.56 please." The cashier girl replies, the register beeping as numbers are punched.
"Great. Thanks." Brooklyn smiles, pulling out her card and handing it over.
"So, Mikaelson you said, right? Not trying to pry. Really. I just haven't seen you around. Are you family? Another sister?" The girl asks pleasantly, finishing the transaction and beginning to start a conversation.
The girl recognizing the last name, it was hard not to; Mystic Falls was a small town and the Mikaelson family was among the richest, most elite families now living in Mystic Falls. Not only that, but the youngest of the Mikaelson family now attended the local high school.
"Oh, it's fine. I don't mind. And not quite, but close. I'm close friends with the Mikaelsons." Brooklyn answers, shrugging lightly.
"Wait… Isn't she- dating one of them?" Damon questions to Alaric rhetorically; he thought he had heard Blondie and Elena blabbering on about it, Elijah, maybe it was the older one who looked like he had a constant stick up his rear, Finn, or something?
"I don't know. I'm not the one listening. You tell me." Alaric snorts sarcastically, taking a drink of his beer.
"Ah. Okay. So, in town for a visit?" The cashier asks pleasantly.
"Something like that," Brooklyn replies evasively.
"Then when is she leaving…" Damon mutters under his breathe.
"What?" Alaric questions.
"Nothing," Damon offers back.
"Oh. Well, if you're visiting… Have you been out to the Falls yet? It's super nice. And only a small hike." The girl suggests.
"I haven't. But thank you for the suggestion. I'll have Nik take me." Brooklyn smiles.
"You should go! It's beautiful." The girl chatters away. "Anyways, I'll go check on your food. Should be ready soon." She turns to walk back towards the kitchens.
"Thanks." Brooklyn replies just as her phone begins to ring.
"Hello?" Brooklyn answers.
"Brooklyn." Elijah's voice carries through the speakers.
"Hello Elijah. How ar-"
"Where are you?" Elijah practically demands, cutting Brooklyn's question off; Brooklyn had been gone nearly all day, and as much as Elijah hated to admit it, it made him anxious to have her gone, like some love sick pup or besotted teenager that couldn't get their hormones under control, either way, since her arrival in Mystic Falls a week prior, Brooklyn hadn't been away from the Mikaelson mansion nor him for more than a few hours, and his inner vampire did not like it.
"Nice to hear from you too…" Brooklyn offers. "My day was wonderful. Thanks for asking. How was yours?" Brooklyn offers sarcastically with an eye roll.
"My day was… Fine. I am glad yours was wonderful. Now, where are you?" Elijah questions, undeterred from getting his first question answers.
"Well… You tried." Brooklyn deadpans. "I'm at The Grill picking up dinner for everyone. I'll be back soon."
"Were you… Worried?" Brooklyn questions, her tone just short of flirty.
"I was… Finn was asking for you." Elijah answers, his tone suddenly half-flustered and disjointed as if he didn't quite know how to answer.
"Right. Finn. Okay." Brooklyn covers up a laugh. "Well, then tell Finn I'll be home soon. Got to go, the food is coming out now." Brooklyn hangs up on the Mikaelson patriarch.
"So? What's happening?" Alaric asks Damon, watching Brooklyn talk on the phone.
"She's talking to Elijah… And flirting." Damon pretend gags as he waves Matt Donovan over.
"Another drink?" Matt guesses, grabbing a bottle of Scotch from behind the counter.
"Please. And hey, do me a quick favor." Damon says, lowering his voice even more as he glances at Brooklyn, watching her from the corner of his eyes.
"What now?" Matt sighs, his hand drumming on the counter top as if already guessing he was going to be drug into something he didn't want to be drug into.
"Wolfsbane. Still have some from last time?" Damon asks quietly, a plan forming in his mind; granted it was a spur of the moment, probably doomed to fail plan, but it was a plan. And maybe, they might just get lucky.
"Yeah... Why?" Matt questions suspiciously.
"Can you put some in her drink? She's ordering out, there's a top on it, she'll never notice." Damon tries to persuade and explain his plan all at the same time, jerking his head in Brooklyn's direction.
"No way, man. You're on your own. I'm not getting in the middle of this again." Matt denies, shaking his head and already backing up.
"What are you doing, Damon? This is crazy! You're going to get yourself killed. You know what Elijah said to your brother." Alaric hisses, sharp reprimand in his tone.
"Yeah, well, so far I'm still alive and they've made those threats before. Besides, what's living if not on the edge?" Damon snorts arrogantly.
"Damn it, Damon." Alaric growls, knowing there was no way his best friend would change his mind and there was nothing to do but go along and try to make sure Damon didn't kill himself or rather get himself killed.
"So, what do you say, Matt? Buck up a little. Alaric and I are here if anything happens. Besides we need to know what we're up against. Missy over there is Team Original. Do it for Elena." Damon tries again to persuade the Quarterback.
"Fine. But if she notices, I had nothing to do with it." Matt hisses, slamming the Scotch bottle on the counter hard as if to protest.
"Scouts honor." Damon promises.
"I'm so going to regret this." Matt mumbles, turning to prepare Brooklyn's drink, setting it beside the first bag of food.
"Here's your order. Sorry for the wait, there was a small issue in the kitchen." The cashier girl says to Brooklyn, coming out with the second bag in hand.
"It's fine. Thanks." Brooklyn smiles, turning back to the counter.
"Here we go." Damon mutters, both Damon and Alaric attempting to appear causal as they continue to sip on their drinks and pick at their food in front of them.
Picking up the two bags of food and her Sprite, Brooklyn immediately smelled the Wolfsbane, mentally rolling her eyes at the weak attempt of the oldest Salvatore and vampire hunter Alaric Saltzman, to subdue her; it was practically child's play.
They couldn't have be any more obvious, with their low whispers and not so subtle glances; Brooklyn had felt their gaze on her from the moment she stepped into The Grill to order food. I mean honestly, did they really think they were fooling anyone? Or that she was that stupid?
Rolling her eyes mentally, Brooklyn figured she may as well humor them and give them credit for trying.
Wolfsbane couldn't hurt her, not even in the slightest; a perk of being an Alpha Wolf, who were superior to regular werewolves, obviously, since the werewolves, in a sense, were descendants from Alpha Wolves.
"WH- THE HELL?" Brooklyn chokes out, pretending to wince, still fake coughing as she slams her drink back on the counter, barely managing to "catch" the bags as they "slip" out of her grip.
Composing herself, Brooklyn watches Damon and Alaric out of the corner of her eye, Damon smirking broadly, smugness practically radiating out of him like a cat that caught the canary.
Oh, how she couldn't wait to wipe it off. She was also glad, so glad, that neither Niklaus nor Elijah were with her right now. She didn't even want to think of what would have happened, or what would still happen if they found out the oldest Salvatore tried to kill her given Niklaus' reaction to the younger Salvatore a few days ago; the town would go up in flames.
"Hey, are you okay?" Matt asks innocently, coming over to her end of the bar counter.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine, Matt. Went down the wrong pipe you know." Brooklyn says unconcerned, waving her hand dismissively, a sweet smile forming on her face.
"Yeah, that happens." Matt chuckles nervously; it was obvious to Brooklyn he was the one that put it in there, but she didn't hold it against him, he probably thought he was helping his friends.
"Yeah, it does." Brooklyn comments, keeping her gaze evenly on Matt's expression as she brings the drink to her lips and takes another large sip, this time not reacting to the wolfsbane herb mixed in with her Sprite.
The reaction? Totally worth it. Matt looked like he was going to start panicking and running any minute and Damon looked completely stunned, however, his shock quickly dissolving into anger and frustration for his clearly epically failed plan.
"Oh, come on. Did you really think I wouldn't notice wolfsbane in my drink? You put like an entire freaking branch in it, Matt." Brooklyn snorts in disbelief, popping the top off the drink and pulling the offending wolfsbane herb out with her fingers.
"I-" Matt tries to start.
"Don't. It's fine, Matt. But word of warning okay? Stay out of this. Don't get caught in the crossfires. I know you're trying to help your friends or at least you think you are, but none of this will end well. For anyone. Not the Salvatore brothers, not Elena, not any of your other friends. Don't try and be the hero or be brave. You'll only get burned. And I would hate to see you lose more." Brooklyn replies seriously, starring Matt straight in the face so he can see her honesty and sincerity.
"Oh, and by the way, nice try, boys. Really." Brooklyn turns to Damon and Alaric with a sugary sweet, angelic look on her face. "I commend you for the effort. Really I do. It's cute you think you can kill me, and it's sweet that you try. But I'm afraid you'll have to try a little bit harder than that." Brooklyn then turns to walk out of The Grill, at least, that was the plan until she came face to face with three Originals.
"Hello love."
