The Witch and The Original

Chapter 6

      I found myself sitting out front of the compound, trying to find the strength to walk in because once I did, I'd have to be cold towards Klaus, no more crying, no more opening up, and no more kissing. Finally, I take a deep breath, give myself a mental slap, and shut down my emotions. I exit my car and walk through the door, not knocking.

"KLAUS!" I shouted, " Where the hell are you?" I holler. 

"He's not here," a woman says behind me. I turned to see who the voice came from. A tall, beautiful blonde stood before me, her icy blue eyes gazing at me as if trying to figure me out. I smile and point my finger at her. 

" You must be Fraya," I say with curiosity. " When will he be back?" I asked, slightly pissed off, and I shook my head. I don't know what I was expecting, that he didn't have a life a would be here waiting for me. I chuckle. I had no right to be pissed. 

"I don't know. I'm sorry, who are you? You seem... different," she says curiously, looking at me confused. I'm starting to get sick of people saying that to me. I look at her angrily, 

"Cause I am different. I'm tired of telling people that." I replied. 

"I have been around for more than a thousand years and never came acrossed anyone like you," She said, astounded. 

I rolled my eyes, throwing my head back with a grunt loudly. I clap my hands together, "Not that this hasn't been fun, but I don't have time to explain what I am. I'm a powerful witch. So let's just leave it at that. Now if you will excuse me, I have a Demon to find." I said, walking to the doors and waving my hand to push them open. "I'll be back later."

I'm walking down the street in a daze. When I snap out of it, I find myself at Rousseau's. I could use a drink. So I head in and sit at the bar, waiting for the bartender. I was looking down at my phone when a woman said, " what can I get you?" she was a young blonde with dark blue eyes. God, why are there so many blondes in this city?

" Jack, please." I look back down at my phone while she pours my drink. 

"What brings you to New Orleans?" she asks sweetly. It made me sick. 

"I'm looking for someone," I say, not interested in having small talk. 

"Can I ask who?" she leans on the bar waiting for me to answer.

"No, you can not," I say as bitchy as possible and throw back my drink. "Another, please." she pours my glass and walks to the bar to help someone else. I turn to survey the room, deciding to people-watch, studying them. I start feeling sad, watching everyone laugh and having fun, something I haven't enjoyed doing in a long time. I feel like that will never be in the cards for me. No friends, no family, just alone looking for a Demon.

I down my drink, slam the glass down, toss some money and head out. I walk back to the compound, completely forgetting I left my car. I chuckle to myself, and I hop in and give James a call. " Hey you, I'm calling to check in."

"Good, I was begining to worry," he says.

" You don't have to worry about me." I said, amused by his concern for my safety.

"I know, don't make fun of me," he replies.

"Look, I gotta go. I'll call you tonight" I hang up, put my phone in the passenger seat, start my car, and head back to my hotel room. I change into more comfortable clothes compared to my silk button-down grey shirt and black high-waist pinstripe pants, and my Christian Louboutin Patent leather pumps and into a white spaghetti strap and black mid-thigh shorts with my Convers. I grab my black leather-hooded bomber jacket and head out. I drive back to the compound again to see Klaus. Like before, I give myself a mental slap, pep-talk, and shut my emotions down. I walk to the door, waving them open with my hand, and storm in. When I enter the main room, I shout as I did before.