Moving again. It was something I had become used to by now. I was a witch, literally, and a trouble maker, or at least that's how my "family" saw me. So we left my latest victims behind in the big city and moved to small town Virginia. It's been a while since we lived in a small town. The lesser the population, the easier it was for my secret to become obvious. Now, we were trying it again.
We passed the Mystic Falls welcome sign and made our way through town. It was your typical small town, a downtown area with a few small shops and a local hangout here or there. Nothing new to me. Honestly, I missed the small town life. Less jealous bitches to get in my way.
I turned my favorite 2NE1 song up on my iPhone as we stopped at a red light in town. I glanced out the car window and admired the view. Much to my surprise, it seems I already caught the eye of a guy in town. He was gorgeous. Fairly tall, kinda pale, light, probably blue, eyes, curly light brown, and kissable lips. He smiled at me and nodded his head with a wink.
I was seriously about to jump out of the car, but the light turned green, and he slowly disappeared in the distance. I was disappointed to say the least, but it was a small town, I knew it wouldn't be long before I saw that mysterious stranger again.
I had finally gotten settled in. It took a few days, but I was finally satisfied with the new home. I admired my room as I set on the locked trunk passed down from my birth mother. I haven't been able to open the trunk since I had it, it was locked and keyless. It was heavy, though. There was something in it, I just didn't know what. Kelly made out like they lost the key, but I knew she was lying. I figured she hid it somewhere, I'd get it one day.
I got up, and went into my closet. I pushed back a rack of clothes revealing the hidden door that lead to my hidden room that only I knew about. I went up the small flight of winding stairs and opened the door to a room with a small couch, a chair, and a wall of bookshelves. I plopped down on the fluffy couch and made myself comfortable. Today was my last day of freedom before I had to go back to school. Madison (or Maddie as we called her) had already started and had apparently already made a few friends.
Speak of the devil, I thought, as my phone buzzed with a text from Maddie herself. I rolled my eyes as I pulled the phone out of my pocket, but smiled when I saw what the text read. "Where ru? This girl Rebeckah invited me over for a small party at her house and wants you to come too. Idk how she knew about you." I grinned, a party eh? Perfect. What made it better was I knew Maddie was jealous. It seemed Rebeckah took more of an interest in me than her.
I went back to my closet and put on my new dress that had just come in. It was an exact replica of Bommie's from the Scream video, short, strapless, and white with a black, red and gold pattern. I adorned it with the necklace just like she wore. And slipped on some black, platform Louboutins. I quickly put on makeup using my magic and straightened my hair. I felt sexy as hell; I was sexy as hell.
I walked downstairs with a smirk on my face. That smirk turned into a grin as Maddie saw me. Her mouth dropped open, and jealousy and hate filled her body. She wasn't the skinniest person in the world, or the fattest, a tad plump, and not very pretty. The only thing that made her popular was our "parents" money. I, on the other hand, was drop dead gorgeous, or at least that's what others thought of me. I'm not vain, but just like other girls, I have my moments. I was fit, not skin and bones, and had a fairly average height for a girl my age. I wasn't short and super fit anymore, like I used to be when I lived gymnastics.
The most striking part about my looks was my "witchy" violet eyes. They gave me this odd, mysterious, exotic look that always left people wanting to know more. Which, in turn, made people, like Maddie, jealous. Did I care? Hell no. I rocked my God-given looks, and I rocked them well.
Maddie's face turned into a grimace and she said with hate, "You're wearing that?"
I walked past her, grabbing the keys to her Mercedes out of her hands with a smile on my face and replied, "Deal with it."
She ran after me yelling, "You're not driving my car!"
I quickly turned around and threw her keys back at her, hitting her in the face, "Fine, if you prefer your shitty driving. Let's get on the road. I like to arrive fashionably late, not grandma late. We better get going if you're driving."
She let out a "humph" and picked up the keys off the ground. Then, sulked her way to the car, slamming the door when she got in.
"Careful," I said sarcastically, "don't wanna break the window daddy had fixed again."
"It was you who broke the window last time bitch, not me," she said back angrily.
"Yeah," I replied, "and if you don't watch yourself, it'll be your ugly little face next time."
She slammed on the gas and we backed out with tires squealing. "I'm gonna tell mom and dad you're threatening me! You evil bitch!" she yelled.
"Oh! Watch out! We got a badass over here!" I exclaimed as I threw my hands up, then smiled. "No you won't, you're too scared of me these days to blab."
I grinned and she shut up, I was right. She was too scared. After I beat the living hell out of her friends, smashing her window with one of their heads in the process, she had become way too afraid to tell on me when I did anything out of the ordinary. A newfound plus in my life since she used to open her mouth every time she caught me doing anything "wrong" or "witchy".
She blasted her stupid rap music super loud as we sped our way to Rebeckah's house. I smiled and magically turned on some K-Pop. She looked at me with her mouth open wide, and tried to change it back without success. She rolled her eyes and gave up, knowing I had won once again.
We finally pulled up to a big, beautiful house that had Mikaelson written elegantly on the mailbox. There were only a few cars in front, yep this part was small. My curiosity was sparked. I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. I put my fist up to knock on the door but it swung open.
A girl with long blonde hair stood before me and smiled, "You must be Michelle."
"And you must be Rebeckah," I replied. She had an English accent, that was different. The house reeked of sophistication, totally expected.
"Please come in," she smiled as she let me through the door. "You look insane by the way," she said with a grin.
"I'll take that as a compliment," I smiled as I walked with her.
"You should," she replied a tad bitchily, "I don't give them out often." She turned around and smiled.
I smirked, well, well, this Rebeckah seemed like my kind of girl. How on Earth did Maddie get in her circle.
It was almost as if she read my mind as she whispered, "By the way, the only reason Madison is here is because of you."
I raised my brow and looked at her curiously. "Understandable, but how did you even know I existed?"
She laughed, "I had to get you here somehow. My brother's been talking about you for days."
I opened up my mouth to say "What?" but was left standing there with it open. Standing on the stairs in front of me was the gorgeous, mysterious stranger from the day we came into town.
"Michelle, I'd like you to meet my brother Niklaus," Rebeckah smiled.
He met me at the bottom of the stairs and took my hand into his, bringing it gently to his lips and kissing it. "Please, call me Klaus," he smiled. His voice was just as dreamy as I had imagined.
My mouth closed into a grin. He winked at me just like he did the first day I saw him. In the next room a LMFAO song started playing. Rebeckah smiled and walked away, Maddie in tow, leaving me and Klaus alone.
"It's a bit loud down here, would you like to go up to my room to talk?" he said over the blaring music.
"I have to admit, I love this song," I relied, "…but I do think I'll take you up on that offer."
He returned my smile and lead me upstairs. As we walked up I noticed he had never dropped my hand after he kissed it. The smile on my face got brighter.
"So Klaus, can't help but notice your accent. You're definitely not from here," I said, hoping to spark a conversation.
He looked back at me and grinned, "Neither are you."
I smiled and cocked my head to the side, "Touché."
"Sounds a bit more southern, yes?" he replied.
"It is," I smiled in reply as he lead me into his room.
He closed the door behind him and lead me to a small couch in the corner. I let go of his hand and went and sat down. He went over to a small cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aged whiskey.
"Fancy a drink?" he asked.
"Sure," I smiled.
He poured me and himself a drink and brought them over to me on the couch. He handed me mine and sat beside me.
"Cheers," he winked and took a drink. I did the same.
"So, Klaus," I said as I held the drink in my hand
"So, Michelle," he smiled in reply.
Something had been eating at me ever since his hand touched mine. Something was off about him, or different at least. He had a mischievous glint in his eye, he knew I knew there was something…
"What," I paused, taking another sip, "are you?"
He smiled, "Ah, you're a smart one aren't you?"
"So are you, apparently," I replied.
"I'm a vampire, love," he said, "and you, you're a witch…or at least I think that's what you are."
The crystal glass fell out of my hand and smashed on the floor, drink splashing and crystal clattering. I jumped up, yanking my hand away from his.
"How in the fucking hell do you know what I am?" I yelled.
He quietly put his drink down and smiled, "Well that wasn't the reaction I was expecting."
"How?" I yelled back.
"You radiate power my love, its kind of hard to miss. Now tell me, how are you not afraid of what I am, if you even believe me."
"I do?" I gaped.
"Yes," he smiled. "Now, please, go on."
"I believe you," I replied, "I've always kinda had a thing for vampires, never knew if they were real or not. That's why I'm not afraid. I know you won't hurt me. If you were, I'd feel it."
"Well, that's different from other witches I've met," he said.
"I wouldn't exactly call myself a witch. No spells, no potions, just pure power, it's been that way since before I can remember."
"Very different from other witches I've met," he murmured.
"Honestly, I don't know what I am. My parents are dead, I live with a family who hates me. I know they have information they're withholding. I've just been waiting for the right moment to find it."
"I can help with that," he smiled.
"How?" I replied.
"Compulsion," he grinned in return.
I laughed, "Compulsion? I've been practicing that. Getting fairly good at it if I do say so myself."
"Okay, what the hell are you?" he said.
"I told you, I have no idea, Klaus, if I knew I would tell you!" I yelled.
"Come here," he whispered.
"Wait," I said. I held my hand up, indicating I wanted him to do the same.
Klaus held his hand up about a foot away from mine, his eyes narrowed, watching me closely. I slowly drew mine in closer to his, slowly closing my eyes at the same time. The world around me faded into blackness, and then burst into the light of a vision.
It was quick, but clear. Images of Klaus and I flashed before my eyes. Me staring into glowing yellow eyes as Klaus fed me his blood from his wrist. Klaus in tears while snapping my neck. Me waking up as a vampire. Klaus and I kissing. Klaus and I having sex. Me feeding on a Maddie with slit wrists. Klaus and I again. Me with a blonde vampire girl smiling as if we were friends. Me with a girl with straight brown hair. Me with another witch. Me with two dark haired male vampires. Klaus and I living together forever.
I suddenly awoke to the present, gasping for air. Oh my God.