The Other Original Vampire

Chapter Eleven

I skipped up to the Mikaelson mansion, to say I was happy would be an understatement. Elijah was my favourite brother by far. He wore cool suits and had amazing hair. It was all floppy and perfected and IT MADE ME HAPPY. I was also bored, to say the least. So upon reaching the door, I pulled a grip from my hair and started to pick the lock. Not too soon, Klaus opened the door and gave me a weird look, "Easy there love. Wouldn't want to harm my door, would we?" he smirked.

"Why not? It offended me greatly," I said and pouted fakely, "besides, it was only a hair grip."

"And it was only a wolf that killed Henrik," Klaus said, giving me a flat look.

"I don't care right now! I wanna see Elijah!" I yelled, jumping up and down on the spot. 

"Easy love," Klaus said and placed his hands on my shoulder, an attempt to try and get me to stand still, "I assume you told her?" he said, changing to look at Rebekah.

"Ow come on Nik. Don't be pouty, just because Annabelle clearly prefers Elijah to you."

"Of course I do! He has cool hair!" I said, starting to jump on the spot again.

"Do I now?" I heard a sarcastic voice say from behind me and then felt a hand tap my shoulder. I spun around instantly from the contact and pulled Elijah into a bone-crushing hug, "Wow, I was clearly missed," Elijah said, hugging me back. 

"Agh!" I practically screamed and pulled back from the hug. I looked Elijah up and down, the only changes to his appearance was they styling of his suit, it was more modern. His hair was the normal, dark and windswept style. Obviously done with gel, but done so perfectly, that you couldn't notice the gel unless you went up to him and smelt his hair. His skin was the same pale-ish tone, because obviously, vampires don't tan. He even had the same cute nose, which I found necessary to poke. Elijah gave me a confused look and tilted his head, "You live with the rest of them?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hell no, they'd drive me insane," I said, making sure I glared at Klaus, "Especially that one, he's more trouble than he's worth," I said pleasantly and smirked.

"Well excuse me, I'm not the one hanging around with the Salvatores. Let's just remind everybody how heartbreakingly annoying them pair are. I mean Damon, he's just a cocky douche, and then his brother, Stefan... He's a cocky ripper douchebag," Klaus said equally pleasantly.

"Excuse me. I happen to love Damon, so less of the name calling," I said, glaring at Klaus again.

"Well, I'm glad to see that neither of you two have grown out of this constant bickering," Elijah said simply, looking at us both.

"It's not bickering!" I said defensively.

"Well what is it then?" Elijah shot back, raising an eyebrow.

"Informal banta?" I said hopefully.

"Annabelle Mikaelson, that is the same thing," Elijah said simply.

"You're lucky that you have cool hair."

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Looking around the room, none of us were sober. There were empty tequila bottles everywhere, along with the vodka and the bourbon and the mysterious cocktails that Rebekah had been making us drink, "Well, I'm drunk," I said simply and stood on the table, "Rebekah come dance with me!" I yelled and grinned. Instantly, she came and sped up onto the table with me, and we started to dance drunkenly. Upon spinning around, I saw the door open and Damon and Stefan popped through, "Oh God. If you're here to ruin my buzz, you may leave now," I said and carried on dancing. 

"Now, why on earth would I want to do that?" Damon smirked, glancing down to my body, obviously realizing the fact that I'd lost my shirt at some point. Elijah and Klaus came back into the room, with some sluts they'd picked up off the street. I turned back around and Damon had sped behind me at some point, "Hello there," he smirked, "I'm not here to kill your buzz, I'm here to join in."