Luna Pov
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I rolled over, expecting to find myself on the floor but didn't. Last night I vividly, remember falling asleep on the couch next to Hayley. We had spent most of the night talking. She mostly asked about me and my time with the witches. I answered her questions but avoided describing pain. I didn't want to think about how much suffering I endured. And in turn, I asked about her. It had been nice having an actual conversation with someone who wasn't going to hurt me after, was a dream come true...
The two men had left Hayley and me to ourselves. Elijah seemed nice and all, but I didn't learn the other one's name. To me, he was, interesting there was just something about him...
I opened my eyes to see that I was in a room. It was a little old, I could tell by all of the older dresser and mirror. I didn't mind it though. Anything was better than my cell back at the witches' place. Anything would be better than that place. It still shocked me that I had Hayley as a sister, that I even had a sister, to begin with. It was all strange. I knew that I was just going to have to get used to it. I was looking forward to learning more about her. Light-filled, the room. It was different from the moon's rays. Brighter and warmer. I walked over to one of the windows and pulled aside the curtain. The sun was just like I imagined it to be. After seeing the sun, I knew I preferred the moon. The sun and its light were beautiful. I just happened to prefer the subtle beauty of the moon.
After closing the curtain, I went over to the closet. Curious of what was inside. I looked down at myself to see that I was still in my old ratty jeans and old tank top that Sabine gave to me. The clothes were huge, and I hoped that there was something in the closet that would fit my body better. It would be nice to look clean for once and not all bloodied up.
"You'll find what you need in there, love, I expect I got the sizes right."
I turned around to see a man. The man from last night. The man that took me, out of the caves. Out of the cemetery under the light of the moon. And most importantly, out of the witches' tight grasp. The one that I had been thinking about a few moments ago. He looked a lot like Elijah. So much so that I suspected, that they were brothers. He had a slight smirk on his face. I smiled warmly, feeling grateful for him.
I had smiled a few times before this. I could count on one hand the number of times. Four of them had been with my secret friend Castiel. The other one time had been with Jane-Anne after I thanked her for healing my stab wounds.
"Thank you, so much I truly appreciate it. Do you know where the shower is?" The man smiled and said, "Love, my name is Klaus. And the shower is down to the right. If you need anything, and I mean anything at all, I will be downstairs with Hayley and Elijah."
Klaus then sped off. I looked around the corner just to be sure he was gone.
There was a sudden sharp pang in my chest, but before I could wonder what it was and why it happened, I was already moving back to the closet. Intent on going down to talk to everyone. Especially Klaus. He seemed to be the most interesting, although he had only said 46 words to me.
There were dresses made up of different materials, styles, and lengths resided inside this closet. Most of the things in the closet were a mix of both formal and casual. Pairs of jeans and shorts would occasionally make an appearance capris to. The bra sizes were surprisingly right, which shocked me. I sighed and grabbed the first things my hands touched in the closet, not being able to decide. I could have stayed up here in my new room all day just looking and touching the clothes. Some of the fabrics felt foreign to me. It was a surreal feeling seeing/touching things I hadn't before.
Taking a shower had been a journey by itself. Turning and twisting different knobs, pushing buttons. For about ten minutes, I stood there in bone-chilling cold water. I was, tempted to go, get my sister, but I wanted to figure things out by myself.
Just because I had a rough life didn't mean that I wanted to be someone's charity case. A few minutes later, the water was warm.
I had picked out a pair of jeans. They were fitting but not so much so that I couldn't breathe or move around. The shirt I had chosen was made out of cotton and was light pink. I put on some ankle socks and a pair of converse. I hadn't ever really worn shoes or socks before. It was an unfamiliar feeling, with my feet and toes, being covered and all. It was a feeling that I welcomed.
I ran a comb through my hair, happy to do so again.
Happy to do so again.
I had only done this a few times thanks to my secret friend Castiel who provided whatever he could to try and make my situation a little easier. I decided to leave it down it wasn't messy today but calm. Looking in the bathroom mirror was like seeing myself for the first time. I used to see my reflection in the glass of a broken mirror as a child. I wasn't a child anymore.
Parts of my body weren't as small and skinny as they used to be. I might not have been eating the way I was supposed to, but I looked healthy. My new clothes fit me just right. Before leaving the bathroom, I decided that I liked this version of me much better than the last.
I opened the door to my room and headed down the stairs. Carefully, one at a time. In my life, I had only gone up two different sets of stairs. After, which I immediately felt sick. These stairs where much higher than the last to. Being cautious was being safe.
I heard glass breaking, and I saw my sister Hayley with a stunned look on her face. I saw that she had a bowel in her hands, but it appears that she had dropped it for some reason.
I could briefly see Klaus and Elijah coming in with confused faces.
"What?" I asked, reaching the end of the stairs. My face heated up as I looked down at my feet.
"Did I do something wrong?"
I looked between the three of them, still confused when-
"Would you like something to eat?" asked Elijah in a soft voice.
I smiled and said, "Yes, please, that would be great."
Elijah led me to a room. It had a weird assortment of objects, both large and small.
"Where are we?" I asked, recognizing that I was in another part of the house.
"The kitchen."
I looked over in the middle of the kitchen to see a counter. It had stools around it in an orderly fashion.
"Luna, what would you like to eat?" Elijah said, opening the door to some tall, wide, and shiny box.
Inside the large box, it was cold. It was, illuminated, by a light inside. There were all sorts of colors in this, largebox: reds, blues, greens, purples, oranges, yellows, browns, and grays were all inside. Some were in smaller containers, jars, and other strange shapes.
I didn't have a clue to what any of this was. It all looked unfamiliar to me. Yet, at the same time, intriguing. Trying everything on my first day would be too much. So I stepped back and took a deep breath, willing myself not to feel so overwhelmed.
"Could you decide? I mean, it's not that I don't like having a choice, I just, don't even know where to begin..."
Elijah nodded, but the reassuring, friendly look was still there.
He pulled some items out of the freezer and set them next to a hard, and smooth surface. I found this out when I ran my fingers along with it.
"Do I look okay?" I asked, watching as he expertly opened a box.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"At the staircase..."
"Oh, that...You are a completely different person than you were yesterday. The three of us were surprised. It's not a bad thing. Change is good. You look exceptional."
I quietly thanked him. I didn't exactly know what the wordexceptionalmeant but judging by the smile on his face and the way he said it must have meant something good.
After a few seconds of silence, I began to ask Elijah what everything was in the kitchen. He didn't seem to be bothered by my curiosity or eagerness to learn. I was pleased by that.
I gasped when Elijah broke the oval-shaped object. The delicate skin cracked, and yellow liquid came out.
"What did you do that for?"
"To make your breakfast," he replied cheerfully.
I, however, wasn't thinking enthusiastically. I trusted Elijah to a certain extent, but this thing looked unappealing and uneatable.
"What is that, by the way?" I asked, gesturing to the yellow liquid inside of the pan.
"That Luna is an egg."
Elijah put the egg on what he called a plate. I had never heard of one. He asked what I ate off of when the witches fed me, and I replied with the ground. As bad as that made me feel, he didn't seem to see me any differently than before. That was another thing. I didn't want anybody to feel sorry for me. If he did, he hid it. I would rather someone do that then apologize for something they had nothing to do with and no control over. Elijah did teach me how to hold some utensils such: as a knife, fork, and spoon. I couldn't be any more grateful than I already was.
He gave me a glass of milk.
It was cold and smooth. Better than dirty water, that was for sure.
With precision, I held the fork, just like Elijah taught me, and captured what he called a piece of scrambled egg.
As I chewed and swallowed, I realized that these scrambled eggs were good. Nothing, at all like the snot substance inside the pan where it had first started. It had evolved into something better, something eatable. They were a soft yellow, and the texture was fluffy and soft. I would take this over oatmeal and stale bread any day.
After I finished, Elijah took my plate and set it in what he called a sink.
"So, how were they?"
"They were good, great. I look forward to trying new things. Thank you, Elijah, for introducing me to-"
"Scrambled eggs," Elijah finished, and I smiled.
Something buzzed and vibrated. It sounded like it was emitting from Elijah's suit pocket. He pulled out a black rectangular object.
"Luna, as lovely as this, was I have to go and see what my brother wants. I will see you later."
"Wait," I said, causing Elijah to pause.
I nervously wrapped my arms around his solid form. I had heard from Castiel that hugs were a way of affection, love, and gratefulness.
And I was overly grateful for Elijah.
I stepped back, putting my hands behind my back. Suddenly nervous that maybe I took things to far. Maybe that hug was too much.
"Was that too much? Sorry, I just-"
"No, in fact, you've made my day. Thank you, Luna."
After Elijah left, I decided to try and get to know about my sister a little better.
"So, how are you holding up?" She laughed at me and said, "You know you are the third person to ask me that, I suppose I don't have an answer." I tilted my head to the side to show that I was confused.
She laughed at my expression I quickly noticed that she likes to talk with her hands when she was describing something. "Well, you see, I am very, happy about having you as a sister. I am confused about this whole king of New Orleans thing, and I am also scared and worried about the witches. I'm afraid they might hurt the baby, and you. I'm also scared of being a mother. I might be bad at it. I didn't have good parents growing up to look back on." Hayley said this and kept a hand over her stomach, even though she wasn't showing yet.
I knew the basic's over this situation. I knew a little more than she did about the "Marcel" situation. When I was still in my cell the past few weeks, I remember Agnes and Sophy talking to each other and then to me about Marcel. The rules he gave and other things that he did. They would always come down for advice, and when I didn't give it to them, they hurt me, and I wouldn't eat for a couple of days, a week maybe more.
I hugged her, and pulled back and said, "Don't worry about the politics, I don't know what's going on if I am, being completely, honest. No one is going to hurt you or my niece, I promise. You'll be a great mother. " Hayley frowned and raised her eyebrows "How do you know?" I smiled and put my hands on my hips, "I just have this feeling..." Hayley smiled, and she looked past me and folded her arms, but she seemed to be trying not to smile. "What do you want?"
I turned around to see Klaus smirking, leaning on the door frame of the living room.
"Klaus," I smiled and ran up and hugged him, he caught me of course. I hoped to make his day like I made Elijah's though it was unlikely.
I pulled away and said, "Thank you again for allowing me to stay here and for everything you have given me. Especially the closet full of clothes. It's nice to have something of my own." Klaus looked surprised. The genuine smile on his face meant that I must have done/said something right.
"Don't worry love, when we take back the compound, you'll have at least three walk-in closets." I shook my head, alarmed at the idea of three walk-in closets. It sounded like somewhere I could get lost.
"That won't be necessary, but I am very grateful..." Klaus cut me off as he grabbed a glass and poured bourbon.
"Non-sense love, you are to be treated like royalty. You do know that you are supposed to be the alpha of all wolves."
I shook my head, curiosity peeking at his words, "I didn't."
I knew very little about who and what I was. Let alone who I was supposed to be.
Klaus' phone vibrated, and so did Elijah's. They raced out of the house without saying anything else. It was only a few seconds later when Elijah came back and said.
"Listen Hayley, Luna, don't leave the plantation. It would be best if the two of you stayed inside. Rebekah will be here soon. She has Klaus' temper but my mercy. Please do tread carefully."
After Elijah said that he was gone, I gave Hayley a puzzled look. She shrugged her shoulders, a sign that she was as just clueless as I was.
I hoped that they would be okay.
Two hours passed since Elijah and Klaus had gone. No Rebekah was to be seen.
Hayley and I were sitting on the top of the stairs when the front door burst open. I looked at Hayley, who had a fire poker in her hand. We were expecting Klaus and Elijah, but the girl standing in the doorway wasn't either of them.
She had long wavy blond hair and blue eyes. "Oh, and you must be the mumsy," said Rebekah looking at Hayley.
Hayley still held the fire poker, but I took it from her and placed it back next to the fireplace, where it belonged.
"Hi Rebekah, it's nice to meet you."
Rebekah smiled and hugged me instead of shaking my hand. Friendly. She also pulled Hayley in for a hug so that we were all three of us in some sort of a circle.
"I have a feeling that us girls are going to have to stick together. Which means that we are going to become the best of friends for a very long time..."
