Eyes wide open

CHAPTER 7

I am A terrible author I know, But in my defence, I never get the time to type. but I have just changed my work schedule more time for baking for my original novels, and obvs theses guys on here. I haven't given up on any of my stories.

I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes my software isn't working today to I had to go old school

Also, I'm looking for people to read over drafts of my original story if you're interested pm me thanks.

The next day

Jeremy wandered around the house aimlessly, not wanting to leave until he had told the others about the vampires skulking around the garden.

He looks up and down trying to decide where to start, distracted by the painting on the wall, he stares at the picture of Rebeka, wondering where she is. It's not like her to be far from Niklaus, they always had each other's back, always and forever. Such a child's promise one so easily broken.

He reaches out running a hand along the golden frame, if he focuses enough he can almost hear her laughing, his sweet sister never without a smile. He can almost feel her embrace, the tight hugs that chased away the darkness that encompasses their father's heart.

"She's beautiful isn't she." It's the maid from earlier, the one he hurt, that startled him from the past. "The lady Rebeka." She nods at the painting. "She's beautiful." She repeats, slower, quieter, worried that she has angered him.

He just nods trying to gather his thoughts, the past and the present muddling in his mind. "I'm sorry, for the other day, I didn't mean." She shakes her head holding her arms out, in a surrendering motion offering her own apology, for not paying enough attention.

"I should be getting back to work." She inclines her head rushing off down the hall.

"Wait." Freezing she angles her head to look back. "Have you seen my aunt or Kat anywhere." Shaking her head she admits she hasn't seen them, she's pretty sure that they are still in bed, if the amount of empty bottles in the study were anything to go by.

[Jenna's room]

Jenna wakes with a groan the knocking on the door rattling her brain. She tries to tell them to go away, but all that comes out is a croak, her toungue like sandpaper. Rolling over she burries her head into her pillow.

"Jenna its almost one you've slept all morning." Jeremy yells still banging on the door. She groans into her pillow as he throws open the door flicking the light on. "Did you miss me saying it's almost one you might want to check your phone."
Finally Jenna sits up he hair sticking up every which way, reaching blindly for the glass of water on her bed side. Chugging it down, she drops the glass on the bed.

"What Jeremy, what could you possibly want?" She snaps tangling a hand in her already tangled hair.

"Aunt Jenna are you hungover?"

"Yes. Yes she is." Katherina appears in the door way with a grin. "Want some of this?" She holds up a glass, contents obviously blood.

She groans out a no.

"I think you should, because your phone has been ringing for 2 hours, I would have answered it but we both know that is a terrible idea."

"Gimmi." Jenna makes childish grabby motions at the glass. Knocking back the contents with a grimace.

"Just in time, lightweight."

"Klaus, did you have a nice run?"

"I have been trying to call you for hours, before noon you said."
"I might have slept in. It was a long drive and I was very tired. So don't get snippy with me, surely in all your thousand years you learnt some manners." She snaps the blood not working fast enough to take out her headache.