Ignorance ➹ Niklaus Mikaelson

Chapter Twenty

Breakfast

I woke up early the next morning since I had slept through the majority of our flights. Klaus's arms were wrapped around me as he spooned me. He was actually spooning me! I couldn't help but laugh at the kind of sleeper he was. He was a cuddler! It was too funny. I pried his arms off of me and shuffled over to my bag. I checked my phone and replied to various texts from my friends. Something gleamed from across the room, catching my eye. I crept over and grabbed the object, finding the knife. I traced my finger over the blade before setting it back down.

I'll make this right, mom. I promise.

I snuck out of the room to go downstairs for the breakfast bar. I piled my plate high with pancakes and smothered them in syrup. I sat at a table in the corner by myself, seeing as all the others were already occupied. The lobby was fairly crowded due to the promises of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. I began to cut up my pancake into smaller pieces before cramming the heavenly food into my mouth.

"Easy there," a voice laughed. "It'll still be there to get another bite." I looked up to see a guy with black hair spiked up in the front. His eyes were so dark that they were almost black as well. He wore a simple white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans.

"Sorry," I blushed. "I just haven't eaten since I was on the airplane yesterday. I'm starving."

"I am too, but pancakes aren't really my kind of food," he chuckled. Did he just hint to me that he was a vampire? No, I can't just automatically assume that someone is a vampire because they don't like a certain type of food.

"Well, why don't you go out and find something to eat?" I questioned.

"That's what I'm doing," he smirked. "I was coming down here to look at all of the delicious necks flowing with blood, but then I saw you - a familiar face."

"You recognize me? I don't think I've ever seen you before," I said in confusion, ignoring his earlier statement.

"Oh, but you have," he grinned. "This is the third time to be exact. You see, we've met by a friend and also at a bar. Both times I compelled you to forget me, but it seems that we just both keep bumping into each other. Maybe it's fate?"

"Fate?" I scoffed. "Obviously not if you keep compelling me to forget you! Who are you anyways?"

"You'll remember who I am after I leave," he compelled me after snatching my bracelet off of my wrist. "Then it'll be too late, but I'm sure I'll see you later today."

He tossed the bracelet back onto the table. I quickly put it back on and glared up at him. His facial expressions showed that he really didn't care about anything. For some reason, I knew that I wouldn't like what I remembered. He walked away and grabbed some random girl, telling her to come with him. She easily followed him and they were gone.

It was the Friday night of our senior prom. All of my friends kept asking me where my older boyfriend was, but I didn't have a clue what they were talking about. I just played it off like it had been a joke and still attended the dance. I had been so nervous that night, but I wasn't sure why. I had the most beautiful dress and I had my makeup done just right, but something felt wrong. Something was missing - my mom, perhaps. She always loved to help me get ready for these dances. Oh, and also a date.

That night I won Prom Queen with Jason Matthews, the quarterback. He had come with another girl so it was just awkward. After allot of congratulations and weird encounters, I decided that I had to get out of there and to my safe place AKA the bar.

It wasn't hard to get in with my fake ID, and I personally knew the bartender so I was all set. I wasn't going to drink a bunch, seeing as I had drove. Maybe just one of two. I was sipping on a glass of scotch whenever someone sat next to me.

"Well, it's nice to see you again," he smirked.

"Do I know you?"

"No, but I know you," he grinned. "You're Morgan Gilbert. You have commitment issues and mommy issues as well."

"Excuse you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Too soon? I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened to your mom. It wasn't supposed to happen."

"What do you know about my mom?"

"I know that I wanted something from an old friend, and she got in the way. It was supposed to only be you who got hurt."

"I-I'm calling the police," I informed him.

"No you aren't," he stared deep into my eyes. "Listen, you're just having a nice chat with your friend, Brock."

"You killed her," I whispered.

"Yes, I did," he admitted. "And I apologize. I took your memories and I want you to do something for me. In case you ever see Niklaus again, you will remember a few things. You won't remember everything about him, but just enough to spark your curiosity. I'm going to leave now and you'll forget this ever happened."

I was startled when someone touched my arm. I looked up to find Klaus staring at me with a worried expression. I just blinked back a few tears and continued to eat my pancakes. I had just met my mother's killer again.

"Are you alright, love?"

"H-he was here," I stuttered in shock. Klaus nodded his head, knowing who exactly I meant. "He let me remember meeting him. He compelled me to remember a few things if I ever met you so you would give him what he wanted."

"Well then, let's go find the bastard. Shall we?"