𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆- 𝘒. 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯 ❧

𝐓𝐄𝐍

Next day, I'm standing in my kitchen making lunch.
I haven't heard from Klaus for a while, and I guess it's great because of everything they told me yesterday, but it's something in me that makes me sad also.
Klaus never did anything that was a sign he was going to hurt me, I don't think he would hurt me.
He might be an awful vampire, done horrible stuff, but my parents always taught me to see the good in people.

"Hello Love"

I turn around quickly, looking him straight in the eyes. Is this the part where I should call Caroline, or Damon, maybe Elena? Actually, I won't.
I want to know this guy, I want to talk to him and see if he actually is dangerous to me. I don't care if I end up dead, I have nothing to lose. I don't want to be saved.
Maybe this guy can be the only reason for me to stay alive.

"Klaus" I say. "You can't just appear in my house that way. You scared me" I sigh. It actually made me kinda pissed.

He walks towards me, looking me in the eyes.
"Where were you yesterday?"

"Klaus, I'm on vervain. Just ask me instead of using your tricks" I say.

"How do you know about vervain?" He looks a little pissed. "Making vampire friends I see.." He looks me deadly in the eyes.

"Maybe. Look, you're handsome. But I don't know you, you don't know anything about me. You appearing randomly scaring the S out of me, then I find out you're a vampire which sound fkn crazy? The friends I've made wants to protect me and teach me what kind of person you are" I say, feeling a little bad. I want to get to know him, but at the same time I don't want to make my new friends disappointed.

"Ophelia Olivia Sophie Wright. We met before that night in the woods. I know you better than anyone. I've been trying to protect you all along. This town is full of liars and dangerous people, I might be one of them, but since the day I saw you I knew that it was you I have been waiting for my entire 1000 years+ of living. You can let your friends say whatever to you, but just remember that I'm the one who checked up on you when you were all alone in this new town"
He looks disappointed in me. That was the most sweet thing a guy ever told me, but it freaks me out that he says he know me better than anyone, and that we've met earlier. I have no memory of him before that night, and how much does he really know?

"Why did I move here?" I ask to see how much he knows.

"Your parents died in a plane crash" He looks at me, not giving any face expressions.
I swallow.

"How many siblings do I have"

"2 brothers, you're a triplet. They never cared about you really, you were always the third wheel, wishing one of them was a girl instead. When your parents died, they moved away, never telling you where. Since then you haven't heard from them" He still looks me in the eyes.

Ouch. I never told anyone about Owen and Oscar. Never. It's to private for me, because growing up, I remember being hurt. My parents always saw me as their little girl, I loved getting their attention for being their only girl, but that made jealousy in my brothers eyes. They started freezing me out, like I didn't belong with them. I always felt alone, because they had eachother. They related to eachother since they were boys, they liked the same things. I felt like and only child, I never saw my brothers, they were always out with friends from the age of 13-17 and they talked shit about me to their friends. Their friends always laughed at me together with my brothers. "That's just siblings, they fight hun!" My mom always told me. Her smile on her face gave me a warm feeling, I couldn't argue about it anymore, so I just smiled back and said "Yes, you're right."
I also didn't want to snitch on my brothers, that they were literally my biggest enemies, treating me like a piece of garbage. They would hate me even more.
When our parents died, my brothers stopped talking to me. Didn't even make fun of me anymore. It was nice, but rather that then the silent treatment. They only talked to eachother. They didn't even look at me. One evening I heard them talk about moving, so I got prepared for it. I woke up one day, and they were gone. Left me for the rest. I had to sell the house on my own, pack everything, and they never even told me where they moved.
That night I cried, wishing they were going to contact me again. Today I hope they never even dare to send me any sign of their existence. I haven't thought about them for a long time until today.

"How do you know this?" I can feel my eyes water.