Chapter 2
Hi guys! Here's my second chapter. I'll try updating as regularly as possible. Enjoy!
One thing I wasn't fine with was the fact that i am never allowed to go anywhere but the back garden. I am a werewolf who has spent nearly all my teenage years roaming around the woods. This was the type of fun I liked. My baby was also not going to be very healthy if I was stuck in this mansion all the time.
My life was on a type of rota: get up, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, read, eat lunch, watch a movie, read, eat dinner, have a long hot shower and then sleep. i feel desperate to go outside and socialize with people. Even though Elijah is in the house the whole time all he ever does is read ancient poetry or drink from blood bags which I find gross. He tries to make conversation with me but him being 1000 years old and me being 24 does not help in the fact that we have pretty much nothing in common. So the conversation normally ends after stating how nice the weather is. I mean I don't even know what I like, I guess I like hunting and am pretty good at dancing but other than that I'm pretty useless.
One day I decide I can't take it any longer and so whilst Elijah's busy reading some William Shakespeare down in the living room I put on my black skinny jeans and a loose gold top. You can't see my baby bump yet which is a good thing as I don't want to wander around New Orleans looking pregnant and defence less. Then I quietly walk down the stairs and zip on my leather jacket. Making sure Elijah doesn't hear anything I close the door and start walking towards the French quarter.
Judging by the what Elijah tells me, I don't want to bump into one of the vampires in town who are under Marcel's control. Especially not, because I am a werewolf and they are strictly forbidden in the quarter .Marcel is Klaus's former protégé. Apparently Klaus looked after Marcel like a son but when his father came to hunt them down they had to leave Marcel. Now that Klaus is back he finds out that marcel has taken over the town and is king. Being himself Klaus want to take the throne. Marcel also has power over the witches as he has some secret weapon that tells him when the witches are doing magic. When he finds out a witch is doing magic he murders them, this leading to the witches being too afraid to do magic. So basically me and my unborn child are stuck in between a war for power against Klaus and Marcel. How did I get myself into this mess?
I stop walking, not knowing where I'm walking to, then I decide to head to Sophie's bar. When I get there I meet a bartender working there- mu first human contact in a month!"Hi, I'm Cami! Anything I can get you?" she says pointing to the alcoholic drinks and wines. I shake my head.
"I'm Hayley, I don't drink it's a medical condition." I mean pregnancy is a type of medical condition. " though I could use some company!"I add. After talking to cami for about 20 minutes, I consider her as a friend and have found out that she is a college student studying phycology.
"Oh not those two again!" Cami whispers under her breath. I turn to find Klaus sitting at a table with another guy who I'm guessing is Marcel.
"You know them?" I ask Cami. She nods and replies
"They come here almost every night partying till the morning. Marcel's gang come sometime after midnight." I know who this must be- his vampires. "The other ridiculously hot guy is Klaus he's quite into flirting with me."
"I bet he is," I mutter. At least he's got a good taste for girls. Something in my tone must have given it away as Cami asks if I know Klaus, I nod. "He's a friend," I say not knowing what else to say. My heart plummets- Marcel sees us staring at them and starts making his way towards us. Klaus stays sited, if looks could kill I'd be dead right know. Cami attends to some customers so I'm left alone with Marcel.
"Hello darling! You must be new hear, I never miss such a pretty face in this town." I giggle, all the time looking at Klaus's murderous eyes on me and marcel. After a little chat with marcel (in which he is so obviously flirting with me) I make an exit, he gives me his number telling me to call him. I couldn't help but notice that toward the end of my conversation with Marcel, Klaus looked a little jealous or maybe it was just my eyes.