mini mikaelson ✧. ┊ l.d

✧. ┊ houseparty

"I'll catch you guys later!" Klaire raised her voice as she backed away from Mason and Liam. The boys waved as they walked the opposite way.

"Wow, first day and you're so popular." James teased as he walked beside her.

"Jealous because you've been going here for months and are a nobody. While I, mid-semester Mary, have more friends than you, which is 3 by the way." Klaire teased back making the boy clutch his chest.

"I think I'm dying, that was so mean." James stumbled feigning a hurt expression.

"Are we in 1443 again?" He continued as they walked down the street.

"I think I see the light."

"You're about to see multiple lights if you don't open your eyes crossing the street." Klaire scolded him as she pulled him back to the curb.

"I'll be able to walk it off later." James said returning to normal. Well his version of normal.

"My house is this way." Klaire said pointing down the street.

"You live in the rich area of BH." James said as they turned the corner.

Klaire rolled her eyes and continued forward. Klaire and James winced as they picked up overly loud music. It didn't sound as loud outside but to them it was as if they were trapped on a landing strip.

"What kind of lunatic are having a party at 3:30? With that kind of music my ears are bleeding." James whined as he rubbed his ears.

"My lunatic brother!" Klaire exclaimed as she ran towards her house, James hot on her trail.

"Klaus!" Klaire's voice boomed through the house as she made her way through the room while James got lost in the sea of people.

"Ah sister! Welcome to my little soirée!" Klaus said, smiling as he bumped into the girl.

"Soirée! Klaus, this is a sorority party in my house." Klaire teeth gritted as she looked around at the people dancing.

"You haven't even met the guests of honor!" Klaus yelled back.

"Everyone here is a guest!" Klaire gestured to the people around her.

"You know what, forget it, get everyone out before my walls become red and we go to jail." Klaire muttered, pushing past him and up the stairs to her room.

"Out or you're dead." Klaire said, walking into her room to find a couple making out. Klaire flashed her vampire eyes making the pair scurry out.

She huffed and dropped onto her bed, her arms spread out beside her.

"Klaire." A voice whispered as she stared at the ceiling.

Klaire winced as flashing images flooded her mind.

Animals, red eyes, yellow eyes, and blue. Wolves.

"Werewolves." She said breathlessly as the images stopped. She sat up and fled the room into the hallway. It had a few people lingering but the majority was gone.

She rubbed her temple as she stumbled around the hallway.

She didn't have the best history with lycanthropes after the death of her brother Henrik, she hated them with every fiber of her being.

The only one she liked was her brother Klaus but even then the pair always found a way to be at odds over the centuries.

"Watch it." A person spat as they were pushed to the side.

"Go to hell." Klaire spat back as she made her way to the study.

She walked into the room and felt herself grow cold. A growl emanated through the room making her whip her head to the sound. A man emerged from a dark corner, bright blue eyes on display.