Dying, only to be reincarnated in a Tv show she used to watch sounds like the premise to an asylum stint. Nothing should go wrong ... right?
Reverse harem endgame.
Disclaimer1: unfortunately, I do not own The Vampire Diaries nor do I The Originals.
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"Relax, brother. I'm the expert at this, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah, when am I ever not careful? ... Shut up, we do not speak of Slovakia!"
"... The little witch is waking up, I'll keep you guys updated."
Hayley was slowly coming to when she heard a muffled voice, a man speaking with an English accent. Nobody was replying to him though so her muddled mind assumed he was on the phone.
She groaned. "I'm going to fucking kill you." She couldn't see a thing so she focused on her breathing to calm down enough to open her eyes. "I'll make you wish you never came out of the womb!" She was pretty sure her wolf was shining through her gaze right about now. Just as pissed as Hayley.
Heavy footsteps sounded closer. "Tut tut tut, language, young lady." There was mirth in the man's voice.
A cloth was pulled from Hayley's head, making her realize the reason it'd been so dark when she woke up. "Really?" She sneered. "You think I wake up every morning and spend extra care on my hair for this kind of bullsh-.."
Hayley was rendered speechless.
And that was not an easy feat.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Fucking Kol Mikaelson pulled a chair opposite hers. He was sinful. Tall, dark, handsome. Well, more pretty than handsome but it suited the whole carefree thing he had going for him.
She ignored their freakishly similar interrogation tactics, her thoughts focused as they were on figuring out how the hell he was out of his coffin.
Finn aside, Kol was the other two dimensional character the show didn't explore enough. The only predominant setting of his she remembered was him feeling perpetually resentful towards his family.
Hayley's gaze snapped down to hide her surprise, her brain working overtime to speak full sentences. "Chains, really?" She arched a brow when she noticed the heavy chains around her. It was right then that she felt the wolfsbane all over the chains as well, the pain hitting her in nasty waves.
That was one annoying thing she'd completely forgotten. Nobody had ever challenged her wolf this far — barely anyone even knew she was a hybrid — so she hadn't felt the need to deal with wolfsbane.
"Call it additional security." Kol dragged, leaning forward. "Now, little witch. Or dare I say the infamous Hayley Marshall. Witch extraordinaire, secretive wolf, and with many minions looking into my family. Why is that?"
