Metanoia • Mikaelsons mate

Chapter 1

Irritated, Amara opens her front door. Her head was tilted to keep the telephone clamped between her ear and shoulder. In her free hand, she held a bottle of vodka, a drink she was always in need of when talking with her delightful ex.

"Brad, if you ever show up at my work again, I'm going to rearrange your organs and not in a fun way." Amara threatens. She rolls her eyes upon hearing his stammered reply, he was once more trying to make up excuses to come near her.

This had been the third time he had sneaked into the club. She had warned the bouncers to keep him out, but he somehow kept finding his way in.

Finally taking notice of the group of people, Amara lets her eyes go over them. They looked like an odd bunch, and she wonders briefly if these were 'customers' of one of her neighbors. Such people often found themselves lost.

"Just stay away, or better yet, go find yourself another college student to bury your sorrows in." Amara replies, her tone less bitter than she would have hoped. After receiving no response, she ends the call, tossing the phone into her living room, not caring where it landed. The prepaid phone was nearly indestructible anyway.

Amara turns her attention back to the group of strangers at the door. They were staring at her as if she had grown an extra head. Amara assumed they had come with a purpose, and she would really appreciate it if they got down to business, seeing as they were currently wasting precious minutes of her free time.

"Yes?" Amara makes an impatient gesture with her hand.

"Good evening, my name is Elijah, and I was wonder-" One of the men steps forwards, halting just in front of the doorstep.

"Great, let me stop you there. Did you see the sticker? " Amara cuts the man off whilst unscrewing the lid of the bottle she was still holding.

"Pardon?" Elijah gives Amara a confused look.

"No sale at my door." Amara points at the bright orange sticker that she had stuck to her door a few days ago. "I've already dismissed four Jehovah's witnesses this week alone. Just read the stickers, man. Have a nice evening." Amara snaps, losing her patience. This man had some nerve trying to hold a sales pitch at this ungodly hour. She takes a step back to close the door in the man's face.

"No, wait! We're not selling anything!" Another man spoke up.

Amara halts in her movement and eyes the young man suspiciously. "If you're not selling, then what do you want?"

"We would like to use your phone if that's alright." A third man spoke up, gazing intently into Amara's eyes.

"Yeah you know, it's late, I'm tired, and I've got some more yelling to do, so I can't help you." Amara was close to slapping these intrusive strangers. They could have gone for any door in the street, but it had to be hers, of course.

"But-umm, feel free to try it with my neighbors, they have dogs, I'm sure they can help you. Good luck, buddy." Amara waves her hand dismissively in the direction of the house on her right. She shoots them a fake smile before slamming the door shut.

• • •

"Did she just call me buddy?" Niklaus asks, looking incredibly offended. "Did she just-I'm not a buddy, I'm the Original hybrid!"

"I think we have bigger problems at our hands than your bruised ego, Nik. For example, that we all landed in the middle of nowhere after Finn here tried to get us all killed!" Rebekah shouts. She was ready to slam Niklaus' head against the nearest wall, prioritizing had always been a bit of an issue for the hybrid.

"People fear me, cower at my name! No one cowers at the name 'buddy'!" Niklaus rants, uttering the name as if it was something rather unpleasant.