Strawberry blood ♦ The Originals

You Hung the Moon

After the confusing phone conversation I overheard - and the one I had myself -, I considered going home. But actually I wanted to drown my worries that evening and just not think.

So I didn't do that.

I'd had so many drinks that I was more drunk than everyone else in the bar combined. At least that's how it seemed to me.

I was sure I had never drunk so much in my entire life. And that had been running for two hundred years.

Additionally, certain situations require exceptions. And returning to this city was one of those situations.

"And that's why I'm here. Or at least that's what I think.", I told the whole story to a woman who spoke to me.

She was clearly confused, sure, I had just told him that I was two hundred years old.

"Are you even old enough to drink? "Should I take you home?", the woman now asked worriedly.

I just snorted.

"Weren't you fucking listening to me? I told you I'm two hundred. In fact, I'll soon be fucking two hundred and nine. I think. Calculating isn't even my thing when I'm sober. I think.", I babbled to myself.

The woman said something else to me, but I missed it because someone entered the club. Or rather the club again.

The blonde young woman who had been on the phone with Elijah earlier was back and immediately mingled with the crowd. Somehow she looked even hotter now than before

I tried to remember what I had overheard on the phone, but my brain was blank.

I pushed past the woman who was concerned about my age and pushed my way through the crowd toward her.

But when I almost reached her I saw Marcel coming towards her. He knew her? Why didn't I know her?

And immediately I turned back on my path, away from Marcel. He shouldn't see me here.

I was standing at the bar from where I saw Marcel talking to her, but unfortunately couldn't hear what she was talking about. Meanwhile I downed another bourbon.

Then I adjusted my tight, short, dark green dress that had slipped quite a bit while I was dancing.

When I checked again whether she and Marcel were still there, they were no longer there. Fuck, I lost her. But then I spotted them on the way to the exit.

I hurried to get there, I had forgotten why I didn't want Marcel to see me.

As I got closer I could understand them both again.

"Pass.", she said to my brother. It sounded like they were friends. Why were they friends?

"Good.", Marcel smirked.

By now I was practically standing next to the two of them and Marcel just noticed me, when she suddenly reached for my hand. I didn't remove my hand.

"But she's coming with me,", she said. She pulled me out of the club before Marcel could say anything he clearly wanted.

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After a quick run through the French Quarter, she and I entered the Mikaelsons compound arm in arm. Everything looked familiar there, almost as if I had dreamed of it recently.

"Nightcap?", she asked and featured around in the room.

"You'll find bourbon on basically every horizontal surface.", she explained. But I knew that I had already enough.

My mind was completely foggy.

I think that's why I asked my next question. I wasn't in my right mind.