The Art Of Hiding Your Death

Chapter Eighteen: I Just Wanted A Normal Evening For Once!

 Disclaimer: This is an Originals fan fiction and I do not own any the Originals/ TVD. This story though, and specific characters are my own. Any characters that are my own shall be specified, otherwise, I do not own them. 

7:23 AM

Paris

I push my designer sunglasses up higher on my head as I walk into the patisserie that morning. Today is my eighteenth birthday, and I am completely undecided on how I feel about that. Technically, now I am an adult, I am supposed to have free will, do what I want with my life now. But I don't have any of those things.

When I was younger, I thought about how, when I was an adult, I would be able to be independent, that my family would relinquish some of their strict hold on me and I could do whatever I want.

Now, I miss their crazy over protectiveness, and if this is what they were protecting me from, then I wish that I had stayed under their shelter. I don't blame them. Life takes you on whatever path is wants, and I can't change that.

When I look at Blanc now, waiting in line, I can't help feeling a sense of longing and jealousy intertwined, though. He will achieve those things, I am sure of this. He deserves to. He deserves to be naive for his entire life about all of the evil things in this world. He deserves to have a great job, get married to a beautiful and amazing woman, have a few kids, and achieve everything he has ever wanted and more. And then, he will die happy, peacefully, and painlessly, satisfied with the mortal life he led. I however, will have a one way ticket to hell waiting for me when I finally pass on.

When Blanc sees me in line, he immediately pulls out my favorite, the cinnamon and nutmeg muffin, and I hold out my debit card, but don't take the muffin. At his confused expression, I clarify.

"It's my birthday. I want something special. Lemon cake please?" He puts the muffin away and pulls out a large slice of lemon cake, plating it and then handing it to me.

"Happy birthday, Hope."

I smile. "Thanks, Blanc." I hesitate for a moment, psyching myself up, and then take the blind leap. "Hey, I was wondering, do you want to go out for dinner? Like in a totally platonic way." He considers it for a second, and then pulls out his phone.

"I don't know if I have anything going on tonight, but I'll text you if I can. Can I have your number?"

I smile nervously, contemplating what will happen if Mikael finds out about this, but agree reluctantly, holding out my phone and taking his. "Sure."

We exchange numbers, and I finish my cake quickly, and then leave the patisserie.

1:14 PM

Bleu House

I spin around and cross my blades to avoid the other pair of katanas that slash towards my chest. Then, I am slashing back, my ponytail flying around as I match up to Mikael's skill. We are dueling in the basement, and I jump up to avoid the blade that comes close to slicing off my ankle and then flip forward.

All of a second, the lights in the basement go out, and I am left in complete darkness. I scowl, and use my super senses to guide me in the pitch darkness. I suddenly feel him behind me, and whirl around to find my neck pressed up against one of the swords. I laugh.

"Raising the stakes, are you?" I say, and he presses the blade a little farther into my neck. I feel the other blade on the other side of my head, caging me in, and I know I must act, so I quickly flip one of my katana's up and stab him through the stomach. He steps back and yanks the blade out of his stomach. I wipe the blood on my neck away and go over to one of the tables were chilled blood bags are. Biting through one, I finish it in no time. Mikael slings a towel around his neck and walks out of the room, calling behind him as he leaves.