AN: Sorry for the long wait, NaNoWriMo got in the way and demanded all of my time. But now I am back and bustling with ideas. I am trying to churn out more chapters and get this ball rolling.
In this chapter there's the aftermath of Adrian's night drinking and a trip down memory lane.
Warning: Some minor adult themes (spiking drinks, hangovers)
Chapter 3: Blender.
Adrian was no stranger to major hangovers, but the one he was currently experiencing was definitely one for the books.
Just turning in his bed made pain jolt through his head. The room spun, his stomach was staging an uprising and the sunlight peeking through the curtains felt more like laser beams. Adrian groaned helplessly, groping around for a pillow to shield himself from the light, but instead he found a note laying next to him. He flung it away without so much as looking at it and in his next attempt he finally found a pillow and he pressed it tightly to his face.
When he next woke up the sunlight was no longer in his face, he had kicked off his blankets and the worst of the hangover seemed to be behind him.
Leaving him with the feeling like his head was an overripe tomato that was going to burst any second now, a blurred vision he couldn't quite explain and a wave of nausea that made it quite clear that food was out of the question for, oh about the next 100 years at least.
Holding his head, because surely it was going to fall off otherwise, he made his way into the bathroom, blinking against the bright lights. He grabbed blindly for the aspirin bottle by the sink, which seemed to be his new morning routine nowadays instead of getting coffee, when he caught a look of his reflection in the mirror.
He had a black eye. But no just any black eye: A Black Eye. From his left eye to his cheekbone a great black and purple bruise contrasted against his pale skin. There was a cut up by his eyebrow where dried blood stuck to his skin, even though the wound itself was already slowly healing. His eyelid was swollen, which would explain why he was having trouble seeing.
Just looking at it seemed to hurt so Adrian downed some of the painkillers, trying to drive away the feeling like he had been put into a blender.
He staggered back into the bedroom, trying to jog his memory. He had been at the club, a human club downtown. There was a girl. He had wanted out, a hand, a smile. No a smirk.
Adrian almost sat down on the note he had flung away earlier. He picked it up and read it.
You should hit me, Kol Mikaelson, next time we meet. Apparently I deserve it.
Have fun with the hangover.
And just like that the memories of last night flooded back to him. He even remembered laying on the bed, ordering Kol to write that note.
Kol Mikaelson. This wasn't the first time that jerk got him into trouble or the first time he woke up with a splitting headache because of him. He should have know better then to hang out with him, because Kol was nothing but trouble.
Adrian couldn't even remember when they first officially met. They went to the same college, partied with the same friends and of course used the same feeders.
But he still remembered the first time he really met him.
These Moroi girls, the Somov sisters, had thrown a party in their sorority house. It was a crowd of mostly Moroi, dhampirs and a few lost humans. Of course there had been beer and jello shots and they even got a band to come and play for them.
Adrian hadn't arrive until the party was already in full swing, because he found there was nothing as pathetic as a party that still needed to find its rhythm. His Guardian at the time, this stick in the mud called Jimmy, hung back after some monetary persuasion.
One of his dorm mates passed him a bottle of peach flavored vodka and well, things went as they always went. He danced, drank and had his fair share of make out sessions, till he got bored of that and started looking for a bathroom.
He climbed up the stairs, past one of the Somov sisters who was now draped all over some freshmen, and onto the landing. There were more people upstairs, most of them shambling drunkly or making out in doorways, though there was one girl who seemed to be purposely opening doors and looking into rooms. Before Adrian could so much as take another step someone pulled him into a room and closed the door behind him.
Now there were several thoughts that he could have had in that moment, like: well this is a recipe for murder, or easy ladies there is enough for everyone. But he was quite drunk in that moment and a bit off his game, so the only thoughts that passed through his mind were wheee! and hey it's dark in here.
The person who had pulled him in pressed him against the wall and shushed him before he could speak up, pressing one slim finger against his lips. It took Adrian a moment to realize that this person was a guy and a vaguely familiar looking on at that.
"So, do you regularly drag other guys into darkened rooms?" Adrian whispered sarcastically, despite not really knowing why he was being quiet. The situation just felt like it.
"Only every other week." The guy quipped back. He spoke with a vaguely British accent, though Adrian couldn't tell what it exactly was. "Was there a girl outside?" the guy went on. "Bratty, blond, looking ready to commit a gruesome murder?"
The girl opening doors came to mind and despite being insanely drunk, Adriane made the connection. "So what did you do to her?"
At that the guy smiled. It was the kind of smile that made you want to check your pockets to make sure that your wallet was still there.
"I merely offered her date a drink. I thought it was common knowledge that you should never accept drinks from a stranger who is grinning at you, but apparently he didn't know that." The guy shrugged casually.
Adrian had the distinct feeling that he really didn't want to know what was in that drink.
"So what is she then, an ex?"
"Worse, my sister." The guy said wincing.
"Well, good luck with that then." Adrian said, moving to the door again, but the other guy held him into place. Which made the whole situation just more awkward then it already was.
"Listen, if you help me, I promise I'll make it up to you." The guy pleaded and yet there was something in his eyes that made it seem like the guy was sure that Adrian would help him out.
Hell, Adrian still didn't know why he agreed to help him, only that a moment later he found himself confronting the sister, giving the guy time to escape.
Out of all the dangerous people Adrian had met before and after, Rebekah Mikaelson was probably still the one that scared him the most. How anyone that angelic looking could be so evil he didn't know.
He bumped into her just as she was about to head to the room where her brother was hiding and Adrian made a show of being drunk and unstable on his feet, clinging to her like she was a life raft.
There was a very doll like angelic look to her, with her big eyes, rosy pursed lips and long blond hair, but the expression on her face was purely demonic.
"Ugh, get off." She sneered, her accent matching to her brothers. She tried to push him away but he clung to her, turning her around so that she was now with her back to the door.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart." He drawled as he kept on eye on the door where the brother was now making his escape.
"Whatever." She said, looking at him like he was some kind of heinous bug she wanted to squash. That hurt his ego a little, but he had enough Dutch courage to not give a damn.
"God, you're gorgeous." He breathing, pretending to be mesmerized by her. Behind her the brother stuck up his thumb and mouthed: I owe you, before rushing down the stairs.
"Toss off." She sneered one last time, before breaking away from him.
The buzz of his phone brought Adrian out of his stroll down memory lane and he groaned as he got up to find it on his dresser. It was an unknown number calling.
"Yeah?" he answered groggily.
"Ivashkov!"the voice on the line said, though to Adrian it felt like he had shouted it. "How's that head of yours?"
"How did you even get this number, Mikaelson?" Adrian asked and for a moment he wasn't sure if he was annoyed or glad that Kol had gotten it somehow.
"Oh, I stole it from you last night when you finally passed out." Kol replied casually.
Definitely annoyed.
"So Ivashkov, when you're feeling better, come meet me at the Dragon Room in two hours." It wasn't a question and it was clear that Kol expected him to show up.
"Why should I?" Adrian shot back.
"We never got to enjoy our drinks. I'll see you then, love." And with that condescending diminutive he hung up.
Adrian rolled his eyes so hard, it actually hurt thanks to the black eye. If Kol really thought that he was going all the way to the Dragon Room of all places just to meet up with him, after what happened the night before then he was more insane then he was.
And yet two hours later, Adrian found himself hailing a cab.