Hi guys, I see that this story had gained two new followers since I last updated. I am very happy to see that people are actually following this story and how great is that?! Anyways, I wrote this up last night and I was so into the story that I realized that I had typed up almost 4,000 words...Wow. So I hope you'll enjoy this one and guess what? You'll be able to see the two Originals men this chapter...whoop whoop!
After Granny passed away, her lawyer came by the next day and gave me Granny's wishes for her death. She wanted to be cremated and also to have a visitation "party" at her house, where everyone could celebrate her life that she had. So I had her cremated and they gave me her ashes which was stored inside the vase and I kept it in my old bedroom. I plan to spread her ashes in New Orleans, where my mom was buried.
On the day of the visitation "party", everyone who knew Granny came by with the food and condolences. As I greeted everybody at the front porch with handshakes and hugs, I could not help but noticed an attractive gentleman in a suit behind a couple of people who were waiting to greet me.
His eyes were the first thing that caught my attention. They were so striking to me… his hazel brown eyes. As I studied his features while talking to one of the mourners. His facial features are so angular- high cheekbones, a strong jaw line, and a straight nose. He looked like that he could be a model in a fashion magazine. His eyes caught my eyes and I realized that he was looking at me. I looked back at the older woman, pretending to be interested in her conversation.
As I finished talking to my granny's neighbor, he came up to me.
"I came to offer my condolences about your grandmother." He spoke for the first time since I saw him.
"Oh… thank you. I'm sorry, who are you?" I frowned at this handsome man.
"My name is Elijah Mikaelson and I knew your grandmother for a while. She was a wonderful person and she spoke highly of you."
I smile gently at him. "Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson. I'm glad to know that she spoke highly about me. We didn't really have a good few years when I was a teenager. I'm sorry to say that she never spoke about you to me so how is it that you knew her?"
"Well, I met your grandmother about four years ago. I needed help with something so she was recommended to me by someone so I came to her and she helped me out."
"Oh…. What kind of help?" I asked, chuckling nervously. This is getting strange.
"You mean to tell me that your grandmother never told you what she did?"
"What? She was a bank teller. She retired five years ago, so why would she help you out and with what, Mr. Mikaelson?" I say, folding my arms. He stared at me, not being able to answer my question until I realized that I was being rude to him.
"I'm sorry…I'm being rude. It's just that….something she told me the night she died and it has been bothering me ever since then."
He gives me a gentle smile. "Don't worry, Miss Henderson. I understand. You're dealing with the loss and you're frustrated. That's understandable. Well, it was very nice to meet you. I must go now." He says, putting out his hand.
I smile at him, and then took his hand. Suddenly, I had a flash of vision overwhelming me and I shut my eyes in pain. I saw the vision of Elijah in the past, and then it stopped quickly at him, his mouth covered in blood. I gasped out loud and took my hand back. I stared at him in horror and in terror too. He knew what I had just seen.
"Miss Henderson –" Elijah tried to explain, but I interrupted him. "No! Please…. Please just leave. I'm sorry. I… excuse me." I say, walking away from him as far as I could. I ran inside the house, ignoring the mourners staring at me as I ran to the back porch.
As I reached to the back porch, I was shaking from what I just saw. There was evil about him and I didn't like it at all. I didn't like the fact that I touched his hand and now I get a damn vision. What the hell is going on here?
"Kayla, what's the matter?" I heard Mrs. Blackwood walking in behind me. She went over to my side and noticed that I was still shaking. "Sweetie, what happened?" She wrapped her arm around my shoulders as I shook. Finally, the shaking subsides and I let out a sob. "I don't know. I think there's something with me."
She frowned at me and tucks in my brown wavy hair into my ear. "What do you mean, love?"
"I…I touched that man's hand….and I saw a vision. A vision of him…his mouth covered in blood? Tell me that I'm crazy with grief or that I'm dreaming. Please tell me that I'm crazy."
Mrs. Blackwood was speechless and paused to think for a second. "Okay. You're not crazy. I'm surprised that your grandmother never told you. Sweetie, you're very special. You have been very special since you were born."
I frowned at her. "What? What are you saying?"
She let out a sigh and pulls out a chair to me and another one for herself. She pulls me down to my chair, and then she sat down.
"Okay, I wish I wasn't the one to tell you this, but I have known about this since you came into this house. You know that your mama was murdered, right?"
I nod. "Yes, Granny told me that before she died. All I know is that I have to go back to New Orleans to find out what happened to my mom."
"Okay…then go there. You will find out why you had a vision soon. I promise…it will all make sense."
I couldn't understand what she meant by it, but I trusted her. "Okay…I trust you."
She gives me a smile and caresses my cheek in affection. "You can always call me if you ever need to talk or have any questions, I'll be here."
I covered her hand upon my cheek. "Thank you…." I whisper.
When I came back inside, Elijah was gone. I felt horrible that I was so mean to him, but I was scared. I'll never know why his mouth was covered in blood.
After the party was over and I was cleaning up the house, Granny's lawyer came back again.
"Hi, Kayla. I came by to drop these off." Mr. Smith says, dropping a small envelope into my hand.
"What's this?" I asked, looking at the envelope with my name on it.
"Your grandmother left you this house and also she left you a house in New Orleans so there's the key in it for the house."
"W…What?" I whisper, opening the envelope and saw the key. It was brass and the skeleton key had a red tassel attached to it. "How is it that Granny has a house in New Orleans, which I have never been there before?"
"Actually, it's not your Granny's house. It was your mother's."
I looked up quickly at Mr. Smith in shock. "My mom's? You mean to tell me that my Granny kept this house for years since my mother died?"
"Yes, Kayla. She wanted you to go back there so you can remember your mother. According to her, there are books there that belonged to your mother and she wants you to go through them. She said that you'll understand."
I scoffed in shock, shaking my head and looked down at the key. I took one more look inside the envelope and there was an address.
"Let me guess, Mr. Smith. This is the address to my mother's house." I said, showing it to him.
He nodded. "One more thing. Your grandmother left you some money. She left you about… you may want to sit down."
"Uh…no I'm fine… now Mr. Smith. How much did she leave me?"
"1.5 million dollars."
I let a gasp of shock. "WH…wh…1.5 million dollars?" I stammered as he quickly pulls up a chair for me. I sat down. "1.5 million dollars…. Holy shit!" I gasped, covering my mouth in shame. "I am so sorry, Mr. Smith."
He lets out a chuckle. "It's okay. It's a lot of money for you."
"Wow…" I exhaled out. "Um…HOW? How in the world did Granny have this much of money?"
"Well, let's see. When your grandfather died, he left about five hundred grand to your Granny; she put the money in the trust for your mom. Then your mother passed away with about hundred grand so she put the hundred grand into the trust and made the trust entrusted to you. She made some investments and got more money so she has been doing this for years until she died."
"Well, hot damn. Well, that's good to know that the money's there in case I ever need it. Thank you so much, Mr. Smith."
He nodded. "Have a good night. Bye." He says, walking out of the front door.
The next day.
As I packed my old clothes into the boxes, Mrs. Blackwood stood in the doorway. She leans against the door then folded her arms, looking around at my old room.
"I'm going to miss this house." She says, letting out a sad sigh. "This house was full of wonderful memories of your granny and your grandfather. I miss them."
I smile at Mrs. Blackwood. "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I have decided not to sell this house. It's part of me. This is where I grew up and I would like to keep it. However, since I am going to New Orleans for a while….I have decided that you should have this house."
Mrs. Blackwood looked so surprised and had to sit down. "Are you sure, Kayla? I mean you inherited this house."
I kneel down in front of her and put the deed of the house into her hands. "I am sure. You took care of my grandmother while I was in college and I appreciate it so much. You made her happy as much as I did and….you are my family now. Like I said…I trust you and you're the perfect person to have this house. It's paid off…all you have to do is take care of it." I say, smiling at her.
She nodded and we hugged tightly. "Thank you, Kayla," she whispers in my ear and I smiled.
As I packed the last box into the car, Mrs. Blackwood was waiting for me at the front porch.
"That's it, I guess." I say, walking up the stairs. She had tears in her eyes. "I wish you wouldn't have to leave so soon, Kayla."
I nod. "I know….me too. But I need to figure this out and I want to know more about my mama. I'll call you when I get to the house in New Orleans." I say, hugging her.
She nodded and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Now, you be careful and no texting."
I let out a chuckle. "No worries," I say, walking down to my car.
"And no picking up hitchhikers!" Mrs. Blackwood calls out as I started to drive out slowly on the driveway. I reach out of the open window and gave her a wave. I honked at her to say goodbye and drove out of the driveway onto the highway.
I was scared to be doing this alone, but I knew I had to do this for my granny and for mama.
After eight long hours on the road, I finally arrived in New Orleans. I decided to stop for a quick coffee since I was still thirty minutes away from my mother's house. I spotted a little café in the French Quarter and pulled over to the curb. There were people still outside, on some kind of tour with a black woman with curly hair, who was leading them. I was surprised to see them out since it was about nine at night.
I grabbed my purse and threw it over my shoulder, walking to the café called Du Monde. As I approach to the door, the closed sign was on the door.
"Well, shit." I walked back, looking for any places that could be open at this hour. I noticed a bar sign above me called Rousseau's. It looked open to me so I walked over there and opened the door, the music from the jukebox playing in the background.
I walked in and there was a blond girl about my age working behind the bar. I approach her as she was cleaning the glasses.
"Hi, what can I do for you?" she asks, smiling at me.
I chuckle and looked around. It was pretty much dead, since there was only two people drinking alone. "Um, I know this is going to sound crazy, but do you have coffee? I'm dying for one."
She laughs, nodding. "Yes, I do. In fact, I just made a fresh pot of coffee."
I sat down on a stool. "Thank god. I'll have one."
She smiles at me and grabs a mug, putting it down in front of me. She then walks to the pot and grabs it.
"So, you new here? I pretty much know everyone here," She asks, pouring the coffee in my mug.
I took the purse over my head and put it on my lap. "Yeah, I am. I don't know how long I am going to be staying here, but it's indefinitely until something comes up."
She nodded. "Well, welcome to New Orleans. I'm Camilla O'Connell." She shook my hand.
"Nice to meet you, Camilla. I'm Kayla Henderson."
"Nice to meet you soon, Kayla. I'm going to clean the glasses some more. Let me know if you need more coffee."
I nodded and she walks away to finish off her duties.
I took a sip of my coffee, savoring the taste of it. I sat here for a while, drinking my coffee and was lost in my thoughts until a British voice interrupted my thoughts.
"So what's your name, love?"
I looked over to a man sitting next to me. He smirks at me, holding a glass of whiskey. He has curled light-brown hair and light blue eyes that contrasts with his pearl-white skin. He has a delicate and yet masculine face.
"Well, love?" He asks when I didn't respond while I was observing him.
"Why do you want to know?" I ask, smiling.
He lets out a chuckle. "I like you already and yet, I don't even know your name. You're new here."
"Klaus, don't bother my customer. Leave her alone now," Camilla fusses at him while cleaning her glasses and gave him her stern look.
I chuckle at Camilla, then drank the last drop of my coffee and dug the cash out of my pocket, throwing it against the counter.
"Thanks, Camilla. It was great to meet you," I say, throwing my bag over my shoulder. She nodded and gave me a friendly smile at me.
I started to walk away when Klaus calls out, "Love, I still don't know your name."
I turned around, still walking backwards. "You'll have to figure it out, Klaus. Good night," I say, giggling at his reaction.
I pushed the door open and walked to my car.
Klaus's POV
After having a shitty day, I decided to hit Rousseau's to have a drink and just forget about my day. As I walked in, I noticed a girl sitting at the bar. As I observe her, she had fair skin and brown wavy hair up in a ponytail. She seemed to be lost in her thoughts as I sat down next to her and she seems to not hear me sitting down because she was staring at her almost empty coffee.
I tell Camilla to get me a glass of whiskey while I was looking at the girl. As Camilla passes me my glass, she gives me a look that I was familiar with: "Don't you even think about it."
I smirk at her and she rolls her eyes, going back to clean her glasses.
I decided to talk to the new girl. "So what's your name, love?" I asked and it seems to distract her because she looks over to me. She was staring at me with her green eyes until I asked again. "Well, love?"
She smiles at me then responds, "Why do you want to know?" She has a southern accent…. Perhaps from Georgia.
I let out a chuckle at her sarcastic tone. I liked her immediately. "I like you already and yet, I don't even know your name. You're new here," I replied, checking her out.
That's when Camilla decides to step in. "Klaus, don't bother my customer. Leave her alone now," Camilla fusses at me while cleaning her glasses and gave me the same look that she gave me earlier. I gave her a look: Damn it, let me flirt with this girl!
The new girl chuckles at Camilla and she then drank all of her coffee. She stood up and dug the cash out of her pocket and threw it on the counter.
"Thanks, Camilla. It was great to meet you," she said, throwing her bag over her shoulder. Camilla nodded and flashed her friendly smile at the new girl.
She started to walk away and I decided to try again. "Love, I still don't know your name," I call out at her. The girl turns around, still walking backwards. She bites her lips, and then smiled at me. She shrugs her shoulders at me. "You'll have to figure it out, Klaus. Good night."
I got annoyed and she giggles at my reaction then walked out of the door.
I turned back to the bar and stared at Camilla coldly. "Damn it, Camilla. Can't you leave me alone? I was trying to flirt with her, love."
Camilla smirks at me and takes my glass to refill it. "Klaus, she was obviously not in a mood to be hit on. Okay? I was saving your ass by the way, since you get moody when you get rejected….there you go. Enjoy your whiskey."
She puts it back on the counter. "Oh yeah? Well, that girl just gave me a reason to chase her until she gives me her name."
Camilla leans against the bar. "Klaus….just give her a time. Trust me. She'll warm up to you like I did when I was getting to know you. Now…you were kind of a jerk when I first met you, but I saw the other side of you and I'm glad I did because I wouldn't be speaking to you right now, would I?"
I groaned. "Fine, love." I drank all of my whiskey and put the cash against the counter. "I'm off now. Night."
I walked out, still thinking about the girl with beautiful green eyes.
Now, that was fun writing this part. What did you think of my Klaus' POV? Let me know if you would like me to continue the POVs of any characters and I'll be happy to do that. Please leave a review.
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