The Original Tribrid

Introduction

Deaton sits in a large maroon armchair, to his right is a large fireplace which occasionally lets out a burst at the coals. In front of him is a coffee table, and past that coffee table sits three young adults on a large couch of a beige color. Peter Hale on the left, Laura Hale on the right and Derek Hale in the center. In the far left corner of the room stands Tahlia Hale propped against the wall and in the far right corner of the room is a hallway which makes whoever decides to glance its way, feel a chill down their spine.

“Vampires, real or myth?” Deaton asks turning to the seventeen year old Laura “Laura?” having suddenly been put on the spot she has to catch herself from spouting out a mindlessly chosen answer she answers “Myth.” Peter and Derek both nodding in agreement. The air in the room changes but the people in it are unaware, if you look closely you can see the faint outline of a figure in the darkness.

The figure shifts, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, “Wrong,” she says while walking towards the group near the fireplace. She walks with a purpose, a passion, her pace is confident like she knows her power, a smirk rests upon her face, it's a wide grin, not of evil but not of a pure soul. She wears a simple pair of skinny black jeans, a nude tank top, and a black leather jacket. On her feet are a pair of heeled zip up ankle boots, hanging from her fair neck is a pendant, an oval cut sapphire set in a delicate mold of silver, and finally her hair falling in large dark blonde curls.

Deaton's face turns into an annoyed frown, but in his eyes if you look close enough you can see fear. Tahlia gets into a stance as if preparing for a fight. “Miss me?” the newcomer sarcastically asks the corner of her lips pulling up in grimace “ Man you guys got old.” she exclaims eyebrows rising in a sarcastic relief.