Chapter 2
A Faceless Enemy
Her mind was racing as she looked around the town. The architecture was classic 1800s Virginia, grander than anything she had seen in years, cramped down the sides of her back alley dwelling.
The land alone, sang the songs, of dynasty built on the money of long lost aunt sisters, who laid to rest with each other, their descendants eternally trying to uphold and destroy their legacy. An aggressive cycle of destruction. There was a clear cut line between the modern and the rich, sides of town.
She already hated the quaint town.
She felt the vibration of her phone and it contained two simple words;
Bonnie Bennett
She couldn't help but smirk at the name.
She looked up and saw a bar before her, on a whim, she decided to enter.
The diner was abuzz with life, mutters of a secret lover, cries of broken hearts and the worries of falling grades, and hopeless prospects. A true modern restaurant.
She invited herself to sit down at the bar, her eyes glaring at the room around her.
The low lit lights around the room accentuated the hidden fears of those hiding from the world around them. Their lies were so normal, some even perfect and yet, they hated them. Some of them wanted to die, for some, it wasn't any secret. People were insecure, unhinged and maybe even, simply done.
She smiled at the portraits of perfect people, hanging on the walls, in their perfect frames, shaded with their perfect colours. The perfect illusion, of the perfect town.
It was laughable, if not, anything else.
She felt someone rest their arms on the bar, across from her. "Can I get you anything?" she looked up to see, a boy in his late teens, behind the bar, looking all but done with his life.
"Straight shot whisky" she simply replied, glancing down at her phone.
"I'm going to need some ID for that" he declared, taking a step back.
"Ah, sensible bartender" she chuckled, turning her phone off and slipping it into her pocket. "What's your name, darling?"
"Matt Donavon" he answered. "I'm still going to need, some ID."
She sighed, pulling her driving licence out and slamming it down on the bar. "Happy?"
He looked over the licence for a moment before nodding and walking away. Her eyes follow him as he walked away. He was undoubtedly human but never the less, he was incredibly attractive, anyone could see it.
She took the glass of whisky out of his hands, bringing it to her lips as she smirked at him. "Nice to meet you Mister Donavan" she teased.
He just nodded politely, heading down the bar to his next client.
She let the whisky burn down her throat, she knew it was the only glass she'd be able to tolerate. It was too early in the afternoon, for anything else.
Her eyes never left the boy. The all too, perfectly human boy.
And yet, the human boy was in a supernatural town.
Ironic.
"Do you need something" he sighed coming back over to her.
"Had enough of my stares?" she teased, examining him once more.
"Look" he sighed, placing his hands on the bar. "I don't know who you are but if someone sent you after me, then your find I'm not the help your after."
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Abominations | Klaus Mikaelson
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