for over a thousand years, she has been on the run. she's gone through many names and different appearcances. now, she was astrid lockwood. tyler lockwood's '20-year old cousin' that bill forbes called to help with the male's sire problems.
but once...
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astrid woke up that morning with one thought on her mind; alcohol. yesterday's events were far too much for the blonde tribrid. a part of her was still trying to process everything.
so, with alcohol in mind, she and nick left the salvatore boarding house and went down to the mystic grill in hopes for breakfast and their strongest drink. but when she walked over to the bar, however, she turned on her heel—ready to leave.
alas, he had seen her. "don't leave on my account, my love."
she turned around and stared at him, their eyes boring into each other. last night's events filled her veins with adrenaline that astrid didn't exactly have enough time to process the fact that he was still here.
astrid took a deep breath before pulling a chair beside klaus, placing nick there, and sitting on the one next to it. perhaps placing nick in between them was a coward's move, but astrid wouldn't exactly call herself brave (especially when it came to klaus) anyways.
"hello, darling," astrid said as a bartender approached her, "i'll have whatever is the oldest thing on that shelf and scramble eggs."
the bartender nods her head before leaving astrid and klaus behind. and me, nick thought as he rolled his eyes at the narrator. yeah, i'm breaking the 4th wall. it's not like i can tell any of the characters we're fictional, anyways. astrid furrowed her eyebrows as she looked down at nick. oh, i forgot she can read my mind. whoops?
who are you talking to, nick?
"i stil can't believe you named a dog after me," klaus said as he sipped on his drink, a tone of disbelief in his voice. "i'd like to be flattered, you know. that you'd name me after something. but a dog?"
"well, you shouldn't be flattered, even if it weren't a dog," astrid said as the bartender came back with the eggs and a glass. she placed the plate in front of nick who stood up and ate it. "nothing i do is meant to flatter you. in fact, i want my very existence to annoy you."
klaus smiles, "nothing you do can bring anything but joy to me, my love."
astrid turns to klaus, who was titling his head in innocence, before drinking the alcoholic beverage; straight.
he was about to say more when their vamp-hearing picked up on something. the two of them turn their heads towards klaus' younger sister, rebekah, who was talking to matt donovan.
"jesus, how many hot girls can this kid pull?" astrid shook her head as she asked the bartender for the whole bottle. if she was going to have to sit next to klaus, she shouldn't be sober.
"you think my sister is hot?"
"yeah, duh."
"you know," klaus said, with that voice of his that tells you he isn't up to anything good. "a lot of people say rebekah and i look alike."
