Warrior (Elijah Mikaelson Love Story)

Chapter 1

Lana St Germaine. What a beautiful name, she was born from Beatrice Belrose and Jack St Germaine. She was 18 years old, and lived just outside of New Orleans.

When she was little, her father would tell wondrous stories about visiting the heart of the city. The music and the people, everything about it just appealed to her immensely.

But as Lana grew older, her parents became disinterested with her and she was left to fend for herself. So without a word, she decided to take off and begin again in New Orleans.

It has been three years now since she has moved there, and everything seems to be changing.

Lana works as a barmaid now at the southern spot, which is a very popular brothel for the men of this city. But she's only a barmaid, nothing else.

"Come here sweetheart" a man that was obviously drunk and missing his front teeth pulled her onto his lap "lets see what you can do"

"Excuse me" she rolled her eyes and stood up "you're mistaking me for one of those" she nodded to a half naked woman who was kissing another mans neck.

Lana placed a glass of whiskey down on the table next to him and left.

Eventually her shift ended, at what she thought would be midnight. The streets were still clogged with men and women who enjoyed to do things they wouldn't be caught dead doing in the daylight.

Unfortunately, to get to Lana'a small place, she had to travel through a series
of back roads and dark alleys. Which, as you would guess, is amazingly dangerous.

Most nights, she would be lucky if she only got harassed by two men. "Wait sweetheart"

Lana kept walking. She had learnt to ignore the catcalls and people who tried to stop her.

"I said wait" her forearm was immediately grabbed which she tried to wriggle out of, but it was no use. His grip was strong.

"Get off me" she hissed at him, turning around to punch him. But he caught her fist before it hit him.

This mans face turned inhuman. He bared sharp fanged, his eyes dilated and the veins underneath his eyes popped out and highlighted black.

"What even are you?" She spat trying to get away from him "help, someone help!" She began to yell when she realised there was no getting away.

A man stood against a wall in the distance. Her piercing green eyes laid on his silhouette as she tried to yell for help.

But the mans teeth had already pierced her pale wrist. "Ah" she managed to squeeze out a gasp as she felt the sharpness.

But she wasn't going to die today, she had decided that. The mix of adrenaline and the small amount of alcohol in her system made it easier for her to make a break for it.

First of all, she winded him. Her boot brought up and kicked straight into his stomach, which took him by surprise and he flew backwards.

It was a long shot. A very long shot. Lana remembered the fairy tales and horror stories she used to be told about vampires, the creatures of the night. She didn't know if they were real, until now and she had an idea how to kill them.

"Come on little girl" the man boosted himself up "are you scared?"

Lana searched the floor for any type of weapon. Her shaky hands finally grasped onto a small piece of wood, probably of a discarded chair. The wood was snapped and splintered her hands as she grabbed hold of it.

"I'm not scared" she said, the tone of her voice betraying her. She was absolutely terrified.

The man just laughed to himself. Leaving enough time for Lana to push herself back onto her feet and lunge at him.

"Die" she raised her voice as soon as the makeshift stake penetrated the mans chest. He gripped onto her as he fell and dragged her down on top of him.

She immediately scrambled up and tried to scratch the blood of her dress. Lana couldn't control her breathing, she moaned every time she took a breath out.

"Thanks for your help" she shouted to the mysterious silhouette who had now vanished. She actually was unsure if there was someone there or not, maybe it was her imagination.

Lana finally regulated her breathing and turned to run back home. She was safe at home.

When she was at home. She flung herself on the bed and just thought. Her thoughts fought against each other, should she dwell on what had just happened or what she has thought every time she returned home.

But first she would dwell. Something had been going on in New Orleans, people had mysteriously disappeared, a higher death toll, more blood. Maybe this was the reason?

And then she would turn onto the other side of her lumpy mattress and think about leaving New Orleans. She moved here in the first place to try and fit in, maybe a lone girl in a big city would prompt her to make friends, find someone to spend her life with. But she didn't belong to anyone or anything, only a small job in a brothel.

And now, she would go through the same routine, wake up early in the morning and go out to work, to only be harassed over and over again. She would then come home and start her routine over again. It was boring. And Lana wasn't the girl who would stick to a boring life with a boring routine. She always wanted more, excitement, adventure, and someone to actually share it with.

But for now, she was a barmaid in a brothel. She was that girl everyone would know as strange, quiet and a little bit boring. But they wouldn't know what lay beneath, the girl capable of killing a possible vampire.

Lana rolled over and blew the candle out, dreading the thought of completing the routine and starting it over again. But she held onto the hope that one day, she'll break through.

She will be someone different.