Girl of the Originals

chapter 11

anastasia's POV

Two weeks after Elena's funeral, I graduated from high school.

Saying goodbye to my friends like Ian was hard, but I'd managed. I'd survived worse. My parents death...my uh um sister's death too. Her death still leaves me speechless at times.

The more recent it is, the harder it is to deal with. You want a solution when there isn't one. You don't want to think, but you want to remember and forget. Conflicted, confusing feels that suck you dry. You want to hide, stop thinking. You seek comfort in those who are stronger than you. You cry.

But would you agree to pack up all of you things and move to New Orleans with two strangers? Probably not.

But what if they are your soulmates?

Still not smart, I get it, but Elijah's and Klaus' reasons for moving to New Orleans makes sense. They just founds out that one of their friends, Marcel who they assumed was dead was actually alive. They had a lot of questions that needed answers and what was keeping me here?

Besides it felt like there was something pulling me to New Orleans. Like we're two magnets that attract each other. New Orleans and I.

Maybe I am delusional after loosing my family.

But I still have Jeremy and something in my heart cracked and froze over when I hugged him one last time before saying good bye as Elijah and Klaus loaded all of our things into their car with grim expressions on their faces.

My pale ass brother who looked like he had never spent a second in the sun even though he was more of an outdoors person than I was. He was loyal and very protective of his friends and family. I know that I will miss him very much.

"I can't believe you are leaving with them," Jeremy said pulling away with a half disgusted yet understanding look on his face.

"You can come with us," I said even though I knew he couldn't. Even besides school, he blamed them for our older sister's death.

"I couldn't. Their sister killed Elena and Bonnie," he exclaimed taking several steps away from me and towards the house.

Guilt made my stomach ache, but I knew that it wasn't Klaus' or Elijah's fault no matter that Jeremy believed. Sure, I was angry with them, but at the same time I never wanted to spend any length of time away from them. The soul mate bond.

Maybe if I moved to New Orleans with them, a place they seemed very fond of, I could learn more about them. The two people I was starting to fall in love with. Two people I had given my body to.

Also I had to get away from Mystic Falls and all of the tragedy that surrounded the place or at least in my mind at the moment.

"Bye, brother," I said.

My response was the slam of the door.

I choked on my tears. I had lost both of my siblings. One to death and the other to betrayal.

A part of me felt like I was dying and all alone.

Klaus stormed up to the door muttering curses under his breath that I couldn't hear. He wanted to confront Jeremy. I should stop him, but I was stuck in my thoughts, my head. Klaus placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder before he disappeared inside of the house leaving me outside with Elijah.

The yard needed to be mowed, but the house stood as grand, elegant, and strong as ever. A white styled colonial with Greek columns. A long, wide wrap around porch that my mother had once adored. Jeremy's bedroom window that he liked to use to sneak out of when our parents had grounded him. The window seat my sister had sat on to write in her diary. Aunt Jenna gazed out one of those windows at me disapprovingly. Neither her or Alaric took the news too well, but I would be eighteen in a couple of weeks. Sure, they could call the police, but after everything that has happened from now on we want to keep the family drama down to a minimum.