On My Own (TVD Series)

Nightly Strolls

Staring out at the empty tables and stacked chairs, I rested back against the bar letting my hands ease onto the cold wooden beam as tourists and other town folk gathered around the streets for another day. Listening to the faint music from down the street and the laughter from outside of the building, my ears perked up at the sound of Sophie's shoes coming down the metal stairs in the back. With her faint whistling being drowned by jazz music, the backdoor rang from a distance as she walked inside. It wasn't even a second later that the room felt heavier, like the ceiling had collapsed and slowly pressed down at the top of our heads. And while she started unboxing and restocking empty bottles, I stood right where I was continuing to listing to the crowd.

"Where's the spawn? I figured he would be up already..." She mumbled, carrying an empty crate to the bar.

"...he's getting breakfast."

"Did he finally convince Diane to make him pancakes at 2 in the afternoon?"

"...I guess." I sighed, lifting the rim of my ballglass to my lips.

Hearing the echo of the crates hit against eachother, I continued to stare off into the distance trying to muffle out the noise from the room with the music blaring outside before my view was interrupted with Sophie's head.

"You're still angry with me, aren't you?"

Focusing on her, the rest of the building behind suddenly darkens. Her furrowed brows and pierced lips stared back from the other side of the bar while I swallowed the rest of my drink in silence.

"...I said I was sorry-"

"Sorry doesn't explain why you lied to me." I growled, tracing my lips with my tongue.

"Because you're looking at me like you want to kill me. Perhaps it was the fear that if you didn't like what I had to say, that-"

"That I would find out myself."

"No. That you would put yourself in harms way in order to find out."

Setting the ballglass on the counter behind me, Sophie had climbed on one of the barstools in front of me. Placing her hands out wide on the wooden board, I watched as she took a breath while her eyes darted about the drinks beneath her.

"We knew about Haley before she or the Michaelson's even stepped foot into New Orleans through a friend...by the time they were here, we figured we could still stop the threat."

"...you were at the cemetery that day." I mumbled.

"A witch had told me that if we wanted to take precaution that we needed to intervene earlier...that's the only reason I was there. And that's the way you found out..."

"Everyone I had ever crossed paths with have told me how impossible it is for most supernatural creatures to reproduce...though this one seemed to be the only acception."

"...We had told Haley about the dangers of giving birth to something like this-"

"But she did. And somehow you felt like you should keep this from me."

"I know how you feel about the Michaelson's...about Klaus-"

"You know nothing, Sophie. You only know what I tell you...and what I'm telling you is that he came back into my life only to walk out of it again. He also lied to me and now we're here...that's what you know." I hissed quietly, closing in on the distance between us.

"...you loved him. That's something I also know-"

"I'd watch your-"

"Why is it so hard for you to admit your feelings for people? If you didn't care then you wouldn't have let Marcel walk, he would've been dangling from the powerlines in pieces."