Howlin' For You

Chapter 4 - The Sacrifice

Rhiannon's head was pounding as she laid in her bed, replaying the conversation between her, Elena, Stefan, Damon and Rose that morning in the Salvatore boarding house.

"Okay, you have to understand I only know what I've picked up over the years, and I don't know what's true and what's not true," Rose started. "That's the problem with all this vampire crap, but Klaus, I know is real."

"Who is he?" Elena asked.

"He's one of the Originals," Damon chimed in. "He's a legend."

"From the first generation of vampires," Stefan added.

"Like Elijah?" Rhiannon asked.

"No, Elijah was the Easter Bunny compared to Klaus," Rose said exasperatedly.

"Just yesterday you were saying he was our worst nightmare," Elena murmured under her breath making Rose smirk at her own melodramatics yesterday.

"Yeah, well I wanted to scare you so..." she retaliated.

"Well it worked," Rhiannon added.

"Anyways, Elijah was a foot soldier," Rose continued. "Klaus is the real deal."

"Klaus is known to be the oldest," Stefan explained.

"Okay, so you're saying that the oldest vampire in the history of time is coming after me?" Elena asked incredulously.

"Yes."

"No."

"What they're saying. I mean if what she's saying is true-"

"Which it is."

"And you're not just saying it so we don't kill you-"

"Which I'm not."

"Than we're looking at solid maybe," Damon finished.

Well that's just perfect, Rhiannon thought to herself. It seemed like killing Elijah didn't solve anything and their problems just kept piling on. Not to mention her own problems. She kept replaying events of the previous day and could not understand Elijah's sudden fascination with her. Like Rose said, she was just a mild inconvenience and nothing more. It also seemed that nobody else was concerned with that and the only person who could shine some light on the matter was staked to a door three hundred miles away. Considering the shitload of problems that managed to crash on her head within the stretch of few days, she decided a day spent sulking in her bed was in order.

Later, she decided to meet up with Bonnie and Jeremy at the Grill and shoot some pool, so she got in the shower, then threw her shoulder-length auburn hair in a messy bun, deciding to keep her make-up minimal. She dressed in dark blue skinny jeans and paired them with a simple white wife-beater and green flannel shirt. Half hour later she was walking into Grill. She had lunch, played some pool and met the new guy, Luca.

It was about eight in the evening and she was walking back to her car, but she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She stopped and looked around but no one was there. Okay, if she'd been paranoid before, she was losing her mind now. Although technically, after the week she'd had, her paranoia wasn't all that surprising. She managed to get home in a record time, locking the door and all the windows, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that made the hair on her neck stand. She put the pepper spray under her pillow, just in case, but knew that it wouldn't be much help given all the supernatural crap that'd been happening around her. She had no idea of a dark figure in a suit that was watching her fall asleep through the window.