After I had asked Klaus about turning into a vampire he compelled me to go to sleep. And within a few seconds, I had fallen asleep curled up next to Klaus. For some reason it felt so much safer than my room. Maybe it was the fact that the guy who had saved my life three times was the one watching over me while I slept but then again he was the one who had kidnapped me in the first place.
My eyes opened slowly. I breathed in deeply to be greeted by that familiar smell. I stretched out under the covers before I looked around the empty room. Sleepily I got out from under the covers and stretched.
I hummed to myself quietly and I walked around examining Klaus's belongings. There were a lot of antique-looking items hanging from the walls and on shelves. But it was a stack of books in the corner of the room that got my attention.
Taking one of them I opened it up and was greeted by an amazing drawing. I smiled to myself as I looked at it. It was much better than any other drawing that I had ever done. Closing up the sketch book I put it back exactly how I found it. Klaus would probably get annoyed that I had gone through his stuff.
Quietly I walked out of his room surprised to find that the door was unlocked. Looking around I could see that I wasn't too far away from my own room. When I walked into my room I was stopped dead by a pair of eyes staring up at me from the floor.
Holding back a huge scream from my throat, I stumbled backwards. The cold dead eyes stared motionless. What? Why? The young woman lay on the floor. Stale blood was around her neck and also gathered in a small pool on the floor. How did I know it was stale? Why was I thinking about that? Shouldn't I have been thinking as to why there was a dead person in my room?
Shakily I walked downstairs, a tear fell from my cheek as I walked into the dining room where I saw Klaus, Elijah, Kol and two other men sitting around the table. Klaus looked up as I came in and smiled.
"Myra, you're just in time for-" Klaus paused and examined my face for a moment. "What's wrong?" he asked suspiciously.
"There's a dead person in my room," I whispered hardly being able to talk.
Kol burst out laughing. Elijah turned to face him with a look that said 'really?'
"Kol, that was unnecessary," Klaus said before turning his gaze back to me and giving me gesture to sit next to him.
Shakily I walked forwards and sat in between Elijah and Klaus. Kol sniggered at me under his breath.
"It's not funny," I grumbled at Kol.
Suddenly I noticed that the two guests were staring intently at me.
"Myra, these are the Salvatore brothers, Stephan and Damon. Stephan, Damon this is Myra," Klaus said pointing to the two men sat opposite me.
One had brown hair and the other black hair. To be honest they hardly resembled each other at all. Perhaps they weren't really brothers. Perhaps they had just named themselves 'the Salvatore brothers'.
Why was I thinking about that? I should have been asking myself many more important questions. Who was the dead person in my room? Had Kol just killed her for fun? Where was my father? Was he still alive? Had they let him go? Were they going to let him go?
"Myra?" Klaus said waving a hand in front of my face.
I blinked and looked at him. Kol laughed.
"Freaking out over a dead body?" Kol smirked.
"Piss. Off," I growled at Kol and he just smirked.
"Yeah right," Kol muttered.
"Okay you've been around like maybe hundreds of dead bodies, okay? Well the last time I saw one was when I was five! I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother lying on the kitchen floor with a knife in her chest!" I spat angrily.
"Anyway," Klaus muttered. "What do you two know about supernaturals in the south east of England?"
Stefan and Damon exchanged looks of confusion.