𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍

coming clean

"Katerina! There you are!" I sighed in relief as I caught up to my sister. I didn't realize I was interrupting her conversations with our party hosts. My eyes met a pair of beautiful hazel and oceanic blue, the hazel seemed to sparkle in some unknown feeling, the oceanic seemed moody and storm-like. "Maria! My god, what am I going to do with you." Katerina scolded me, I gave a nervous laugh. "Sorry sister, I lost my way to the ballroom..." I said, anxiously clutching my ruby dress, looking around, people whispering, laughing amongst themselves, even though I knew it was irrational but I felt like every person in the room was whispering about my mistakes, my faults. "You didn't mention you had a sister Katerina?" one of the lords with blonde locks and the stormy blue eyes said, captivating our attention. I sighed in relief that I was saved from my sister and my own doubtful thoughts. He gave me an enchanting smile, I held my hand out remembering Katerina's teachings on English social educate, he grasped my hand, I felt sparks fly as we touched. I paused, then shook my head, forcing a smile. "Many wishes upon this day to you my lord, my name is maria. Katerina's sister." the man bent down, his lips softly connecting to my skin. "It is a pleasure lady maria. I am Klaus."

My eyes fluttered open, a warm giddy feeling spread in my chest, which quickly turned to dread. I remember those blue eyes. I brought my hand up to my chest, right where I dreamt that dagger would be, almost like it was a memory. "Niklaus," I whispered to no one but myself. Niklaus and Klaus... were they the same person? did I know them? Why did I dream about Kathrine? What connection did I have with Nia and maria?

"Who's Niklaus?" I jumped up to see Damon Salvator, casually leaning his body on my door frame.

"Leave." I glared at him before falling back underneath my covers, if I wasn't ready to face Elana I definitely was not ready to face Damon. I felt my covers rip off my body and I quickly was flipped over compressed under Damon whose fangs decided to show.

"Well the thing is witchy" I heard books falling over and the walls shake as fear and anger were spread deep in my bones. "you and the scooby gang gotta talk so.." he stood quickly, I scrambled back, clutching my wrists, I felt my body shake alongside my room.

"Get up," Damon said so casually before speeding out of the room.

I took a deep shaky breath to calm myself. Getting out of bed I decided it wouldn't be wise to ignore Damon. I quickly walked to the bathroom, relieved when I opened the door to see it was empty. I made my way around the small room getting ready. I took a shower without interruptions, from these spooky cosmic powers I was developing. When I got out I remembered what Damon called me.. 'Witchy? Was that what I was? Was that the explanation for odd happenings.' i wasn't going to lie to myself as I have been for the past few days. The door slamming on its own was just the beginning, the odd lights that I somehow felt close to, felt like I was me was the cherry on top, almost electrocuting Elijah with lightning was the Sunday that I couldn't keep denying was in front of my face. I jumped downstairs to hear hushed whispers around the corner of the kitchen.

"The whole house was shaking Damon. It takes alot of power to do that without a spell. The fact that she's not passed out and bleeding is a miracle." I heard one of the voices say.. 'Bonnie' my brows creased together.

"Uh-huh. So it's a good thing she's on our side. extra witches mean extra hippie power." Damon said, his voice upbeat and sarcastic like always, which made him hard to read. Damon was unpredictable, irrational, and a vampire. Not a good combo.

"No Damon, it is not a good thing if she can't control it. Also, I can't say for certain that she's a witch." bonnie barked at Damon.

"What does that even mean Bon? This is Evie we're talking about guys! She wouldn't hurt a fly." I heard Elana say.