EQUINOX ||A Klaus Mikaelson Story || (BWWM)

A cabin in the woods

Venus POV

When I opened my eyes I was blinded by the sun. It beamed down on my naked body. At least I was in the woods. Where? I have no idea but who cares, I'm fucking naked.

I looked around and saw a little cabin.

A cabin in the woods.

That's not suspicious, not suspicious at all.

I stood up covering my front parts. I stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door hoping it's be an old lady. There wasn't a reply so I knocked again.

I still heard nothing so I started looking around the porch for a spare key. Under the rug is too easy, in the mail box is stupid, the flower pot is tacky. But, under the railing of the stairs smart.

I got the key and unlocked the door to an almost renaissance decorated home. Whoever lived here must really like the middle ages. I went up the stairs to find a room with a closet full of cloths, that fit me perfectly. They were nice and all but they were too modest, or in other words, prudeish.

A pair of dark wash jeans and a crew neck that says 'oui'. And this wasn't even the weirdest part. There's underwear, bras, and shoes my size. I'm thinking, maybe I've been kidnapped and my stalker bought me these clothes, but I should still put them on. So, I did and then went exploring.

In the living room there was five things on the coffee table. A tape recorder, a map, a camera, a blanket, and a purse with identification stuff. I guess listening to the tape wouldn't hurt. So I pressed play.

'Hey, Venus. It's me, Venus. I know that sounds weird but just listen. There should be a camera on the table. Pick it up." I just stared at the camera, it's gonna blow up. "It's not gonna blow up. Just pick it up." I hesitantly picked it up.

"Good, now look though it. There's gonna be a picture of me, you, us, whatever, as I'm recording this." I looked through it and there I was. Taking a selfie with the recorder in my hand with a cheesy ass smile. Ew.

"I know, we look terrible but now you have proof. This is a message from me to future me's. We, I, oh my god. Venus is a witch of the mother coven. Our coven was slaughtered by a vampire, yes they are real, and now Venus must find her mate to provide an heir to lead the new coven." A mate?

"I know what your thinking. A mate? I don't think it's gonna be that bad. I mean I haven't found him, and if your seeing this that means you haven't either. I'm making this because the last times I've come back, I lost my memories and didn't know what to do with myself for a while. You will get your memories back, it'll just take some time." I sighed dramatically cause I'm talking way too much.

"On the table, there should be map. There are places circled, starred, and crossed out. The crossed ones are places I've been looking for a mate and haven't found anything. New York, USA; Berlin, Germany; Osaka, Japan; Buenos Aires, Argentina," I opened the map and saw red markings almost everywhere. "and plenty more places as you can see on the list. When we get our memories, we come home and mark off more places, so the list should have a lot more than I've named. The circled ones are the places where we plan on going next. Most of them should've been crossed out already. And the starred ones are for when we finally get to settle down with our mate." I saw New Orleans circled and starred but not crossed out.

"Like I said at the beginning, Venus is a witch and we have magic. The blanket is to awaken your memory of being a witch. Spells, secrets, our history, all of it. Well, all of the memories before we became immortal. Just touch it and it should work. The purse if so that you get around with no problem and there's money there too so, you should be good now." I peeked into the purse and saw a bunch a rolled up bills, along with cards and passports.

"Help yourself to the clothes I have upstairs. When your done listening, place everything where you found it, just in case we come back. Alright, I'll let you go now. Be safe and find our mate. Save our coven. We're depending on you." The recording stops and I put it back next to the map.

I held the blanket in my hands. When nothing happened I rolled my eyes, which caused me to have a headache. I sat back on the couch clutching my head. Memories started flowing through my head. Images of my mentor, Elder Adaline, my mother, my father, my sister. It took a minute but I got them all back. My headache faded away as fast as it came and I went back to the map.

"Well, I guess I'm going to New Orleans." I crossed it out on the map and went up stairs. I looked in the mirror with disgust.

"You're not going to New Orleans dressed like that." I told myself.

I searched the closet and found a purse and a pair of sunglasses. I went downstairs and dumped the purse into the one I just found. I should leave some of the money just in case. Too bad, I'm already walking out.

I closed the door behind me and slide the sunglasses down my face. Not even ten feet away, started to feel guilty about taking all the money, but when I turned around the cabin was gone. Instead I was looking at a cafe filled with people. I guess I really am a witch, and I get to keep the money.

I immediately started looking for a store because this outfit wasn't cutting it. After that I had to look for a hotel to stay at. I found one and reserved a room. I went back to the store and almost maxed out two cards. What can I say? I like shopping. I hauled them back with me to the hotel. I'm glad I also bought a suitcase.

I got in the shower and practiced playing with the water. It was nothing like what I could do when I was 15 but I just need to get some rest. I climbed into the bed quietly.

I laid there for a couple minutes when I got uncomfortable. "I'm bored." Something went through my head. 'I should go party.' I sat up in the bed. "To the club I gooo."

When I got there I started dancing with any and everyone. I didn't even buy any of the drinks I got. Courtesy of the beautiful men and women of Nice. I think I went home alone. I woke up in the hotel room with a banging headache and an tattooed rib. I decided that I'm going to stay in Nice for a while before going to New Orleans.

5 weeks later

"Your luggage ma'am." The bellhop said.

"Oh, thanks." I handed him a $10 bill.

"Thank you. Welcome to New Orleans, enjoy your stay." He waved from the elevator.

"Oh, trust me I will." I whispered to myself. I walked in and settled on the bed. "First order of business. Get drunk."