• A tale of love, pain and hope •
Mikaela Lockwood is the younger sister of Tyler Lockwood, and a recently-turned Hybrid. After being turned by Klaus, she becomes sired to him, and kills dozens of people. Her family send her to the 1994 Prison World...
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Mikaela's POV
Being stuck in this giant house whilst Kai was God-knows-where, I was beginning to run out of things to do.
Damon and Elena were sprawled on the couch, all loved-up. The rest of us hung around in the kitchen - chatting, making jokes.
I noticed a few flirty glances pass between the two sets of possible couples, and the tension in the air soon began to stifle me.
Eventually, Delena joined the group as we ate snacks and had a few drinks. The girls gossiped about what dresses they were going to wear to the ball, the boys more interested in how much liquor they had in stock ready for Christmas.
And me?
All I could think about was blood.
Without Kai to distract me, suddenly everything around me became clearer. The sounds of heartbeats, the scent of nachos and perfumes. But there was one scent in particular I couldn't lose track of.
The blood of the two non-vampires sat a few feet away from me.
I tapped my fingers against the glass bottle that I drank from, only briefly noticing that the sound matched the rhythm of a heart beat. Stefan glanced at me secretly, looking concerned, but I pretended not to notice.
Knowing I needed to feed or else I was going to lose control in front of everyone, I waited until the atmosphere was busy and electric with chatter and laughter, before quietly slipping out of the kitchen, praying no one would notice.
Finally down in the basement, I opened up the freezer that I knew the Salvatores kept their blood bags in, and reached in to grab one. Ripping it open, I drained it dry in only a matter of seconds, before deciding I needed one more.
And then one more became five more. Five more became ten more. Every time I thought a new blood bag would finally quench my thirst, the flames that licked the walls of my throat continued to burn, pushing me on to the next one. It had to stop eventually, right?
But it didn't. Because a blood bag could never satisfy the hunger of something that craved more. It needed something warm. Something fresh. Something alive.
Just about ready to give up with the freezer and head for town, I was incredibly shocked to hear a voice rip me out of my trance.
"I thought I might find you down here," they said.
Whirling to face the intruder, I gasped, dropping the empty bag onto the overflowing pile at my feet. "Oh, God! Stefan, I-" I frantically wiped away the blood from my lips. "Um, I can explain-"
Stefan held up a hand, stopping me. "No need. I've been here myself, many times," he assured with a soft smile, before it turned serious. "But I do feel like we need to have a little talk about it?"
Staring at him suspiciously, I shook my head. "No, thanks. I appreciate the offer but I can promise you that I'm fine."
He raised a brow sarcastically at me. "Oh, you're fine, huh? Yeah, you look perfectly fine." His gaze flashed down at the pile of blood bags before flicking back up at me.
