Sociopath

Immortality

When I woke up I was in a different room, with a different smell, with different people.

I was in my old bedroom at the Salvatores house, I was cuffed to the bed, and not in a way I wanted to be. I looked around and was furious, Damon stood leaning on his side at the door.

"Really? I can easily break through these." I said with a chuckle.

"Well, I think he can tell you." He smiled and back up, Kai walked behind him and I glowered at him. He walked in with his arms crossed, he leaned up against the left wooden pillar at the edge of my bed.

"I think you owe me a bed frame."

"I dont owe you anything anymore. Was everything you said last night a lie?" My voice slightly broke, it disgusted me how I cared about him not meaning his words.

"Well, I thought about what you said-"

"I said a lot of things."

"Yes, but I mean about who you belong with. I think you belong here. Without me, without Kol, without Klaus. You belong with the Salvatores. Damon even agrees with me."

"That's because he wants me to stay! I dont want stay with him. Shouldnt it matter what I want? It's my life, I should get a say in this!"

"Nerezza you've lived for 500 years. You've let others make half your decisions for you, this wont matter!"

"All this time you've said 'dont let then push you around, fight back, stop letting people make your choices' yet your over here doing all these things you dont want me to let people do! What kind of backhanded shit is that?"

"Keeping you safe, that's what."

"No. What if I dont want to be safe? I mean what's gonna hurt me! If anything comes at me the Salvatores, the Mikaelsons and you will come 'rescue me like a princess'!"

"What if one of them comes at you? The Salvatores wont go after the Mikaelsons and we all know that the Mikaelsons could take them out with no problem!"

"Well they wont." I yelled as I pulled my hands out of the cuffs, breaking each knuckle. A groan in the shape of a scream came from my lungs as I popped each knuckle back into place. I stood up and his magic slammed me back up into my wall, I looked down at my feet as I landed. A sinister laugh rose in my throat, I looked up at him through my eyebrows.

"You wouldnt hurt me." He smiled.

"You never know, I do crazy things." I said, tilting my head until it popped. I walked passed him and as I got closer he started concentrating on a spell. I gladly walked passed him with a smile on my face as he squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating.

I got into the living room and saw my gorgeous black leather jacket on the couch. "See you boys later." I smiled as I threw it over my arm and held it close to my body, I walked to the door and once I set foot outside I felt different.

My body was breathing, thriving, a feeling I hadn't felt in forever, and I couldn't say I missed it. It didnt feel bad, but I felt alive, like I couldn't go out and do things, like I needed to cower. I stopped in my path. I couldn't hear as well as I could, I couldn't see or smell just like I could seconds ago, nor did I feel as strong. I spun around on my heels and stormed back into the house.

"Malachai Parker!" I yelled as I stomped inside the house. The sun wasn't as bright, it didn't feel as warm or even nearly as deadly. He chuckled as he walked down the stairs, I looked over to Damon and Stefan who were sitting there snickering.

"Yes, Nezzy?" He asked as he flopped on the couch.

I looked down to my ring, "What the hell did you do to me." I asked sternly. He sped over to me and held my hands in his.