Annabelle Mikaelson, known as Annabelle Denver in Mystic Falls, has been a vampire for centuries. After finally having enough of her Uncle, she travels to Mystic Falls, where she then meets some of her closest friends and all-time crush. However, as...
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Annabelle
I WOKE UP in the middle of the night, breathing heavily. I had another nightmare, something that had left before my father died. Well, he wasn't really dead, just staked.
My hands held my phone tightly, my finger hovering over the contact I dreaded clicking on. I knew his voice would comfort me, but I also knew every time we talked it caused the risk of him finding me. Deep down, I knew I needed to hear him talk to me, my comfort stuffed animal not doing much for me.
After moments of hesitation, I finally clicked on the contact. It rang once before my uncle picked up. "What's wrong, little one?"
"Uncle Nik," my voice wavered, my hands moving to brush away my tears. My knees were pulled up to my chest as I hugged them.
"Annabelle," my uncle sounded on edge now that he heard my broken voice. "Annabelle, tell me what is going on right now. Give me your location and I'll be there in seconds."
"I can't," I whispered. "I'm still mad at you for staking my father."
"Now is not the time for your childish acts. Tell me where you are," Nik demanded. I sniffled as I debated it.
"No," I shook my head even though he couldn't see me. I was just as stubborn as him and wasn't going to give in. "I-I just had a nightmare. I wanted to hear your voice, that's all."
"Anna-"
"No, Uncle Nik. I am not telling you where I am." I sniffled once more, laying back down in my bed. "Will you just do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Can you sing me that song?" My uncle sighed on the other end.
"You know, that doesn't really uphold my reputation of being the most dangerous being on this earth," he reminded me, though I knew he would do it for me anyways.
"Please."
"I suppose, as long as you tell nobody, love."
"Cross my heart and hope to die," I promised. It was something I took seriously, almost as seriously as always and forever, seeing as it was how I promised my family things when I was younger. After a moment, he began to sing me my favorite lullaby. No matter how old I got, it was always comforting. I laid on my side, hugging my raggedy stuffed animal close as my breathing evened out.
When he finished the song, I didn't want him attempting to track me so I hung up without saying goodbye. If it upset him, I didn't really mind. He deserved what he was feeling now, even if I felt bad for causing it. Upon hearing his voice, my nervous edge had left, just leaving behind the craving I have had for many days; blood.
***
The next night, I was eating pizza on the rough motel sheets. It was a Friday, meaning I had officially finished my first full week of school. I huffed as I finished stuffing half the pizza in my mouth, a knock sounded at my motel door.
