Girl of the Originals

chapter 7

Anastasia 's POV

A few weeks before Marcel found out that the Mikaelsons were coming...

After spending the night with Elijah, I woke up the next morning in the bed alone and cold. Frowning, I tried not to be too disappointed. But couldn't he afford to snuggle with his soulmate?

Stop being bratty, I reminded myself. Although, Aunt Jessa had told me once to set your standards high for that special guy in your life rather than low because they'll always stoop lower than your expectations. Negative, I know, but ever since she met Alaric, she's been more optimistic like a teenager who has fallen in love for the first time. Not like I would know that feeling. Even though I had just met my soulmates something I was still trying to wrap my head around, I didn't know them much less love them. I knew that eventually I would.

There was a knock on my bedroom door. I starred at it in bewilderment. Everybody I know, just walks on in. Maybe because nothing bad ever happens in Mystic Falls at least until Stefan Salvatore came to town then Damon then the Originals. You get the idea.

"Yeah, come on in," I said before I cussed. What if I just invited somebody like Katherine into my room? I met her once and she wasted no time in trying to kill me, but she failed thank God. It was weird defending myself from somebody who looked just like me sister, until Damon came to save the day. That's why, even though he's know for his bad boy reputation, I still love him because he makes Bonnie happy. Anyways, weeks after Katherine tried to hurt me, I couldn't look Elena in the eyes even though I knew that it was her or was almost positive that I wasn't starring at her evil doppelgänger instead. "Wait, who is it?" I asked.

"Its your dear Klaus," Klaus said, amused on the other side of the door.

"Its too early for sarcasm," I giggled. I knew that I should be mad at him and maybe even Elijah too for taking Elena's blood to make more hybrids and not even counting all of the other horrid things he has done, but for some reason I feel the opposite. I can't help, but feel so attracted to him like he's so familiar, a safe place, a future.

"Not if it makes you laugh," he countered, opening my door. I stopped breathing. Literally. He was just so attractive. He had that confident smirk on his face. It should've been annoying, but more than anything it was charming. He had thick, blond hair that I so desperately wanted to touch. His dark, blue eyes were mysterious, kind at the same time, but also a little jaded and paranoid. I pictured myself sketching his eyes, but stopped the thought before it took another creepier direction.

"What?" he asked all traces of his smirk gone wiped off his face. He was confused as to why I was starring at him so much.

I looked away quickly, feeling silly and dorky. I was always that girl who saw, but was never seen. Would the roles finally be reversed? And since when did I become so dramatic? That was Elena's job.

"I'm scared, but I'm not scared of you," I blurted out before I could stop myself, shaking my head at my words and yet I continued, "I know that I should be scared of you. You have done terrible things." I was unable to look into his eyes even though I could feel them zeroed in on my, listening and hating my every word. "You've killed thousands of parents, siblings, children and yet I can't hate you. And I don't fear you."

"But you are scared," he said quietly, horrified.

I walked slowly towards him, unable to help myself. I blamed it on the soulmate bond. "I'm scared that one day I am going to wake up alone, but it'll be for real this time," I admitted.

His eyes flashed and I knew that I had said something wrong. Shit oh shit, what was I thinking about, opening up to a complete stranger like that? Now, I've pissed off the immortal vampire who can't be stopped. But I know that he won't hurt me and if he knows what is good for him, he won't hurt anyone else I love.