Abbie
"Mama McCall.. What else do you have for me today?" I smile, resting my arms on the nurses station with a smile. Her eyes meet mine with a smile. "Abbie, sweetheart, have you had lunch yet? You've been going for 12 hours straight." I wave her off with an eye roll. "I'm fine. I need something to stay busy. Dr. Fields took over my last patient and didn't need me to scrub in.
It's kind of funny to think about a vampire trying to live a normal life, would want to be in an operating room with blood everywhere, but I've had a lot of practice keeping my instincts under control. "Maybe he knows about you running around here for 12 hours straight and not eating or drinking anything." I roll my eyes again and when I look back at her, she's giving me that look only a mother can give.
"Cafeteria.. now! I don't want to see you back up here for 30 minutes." She shooed me away, but before I could get too far, Scott and Stiles came in. "Hey boys!" I smile, ignoring the glare from Melissa. We've gotten closer over the last few weeks. It's probably just because they're curious, or the whole 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.'. Either way, they've been spending more time with me and part of me hates that they're not always probing for answers. It's like they actually want to get to know me. "Hey Abbie!" Scott smiles, giving me a hug after hugging Melissa. "Hey Abs!" Stiles gives me a sheepish smile.
"Hey Stiles. What are you two doing here?" I beat Melissa to the question, knowing she's always suspicious when they show up. Which, over the last few weeks, has been a good bit. "We brought you guys lunch." Scott holds up a brown paper bag. "We thought y'all might be too busy to order anything." I can feel Melissa look at me, before turning her attention back to the pair. "Just in time. Abbie was going to lunch. Why don't you boys join her, so I know all my children are safe for a couple of minutes." I huff, pushing off the counter and motioning the boys.
"Follow me." They fall in line, as I take us to one of the on call rooms. Normally, we would go to the cafeteria, but we've had more animal attacks recently and more families are crowding the place. I'm not oblivious to the irony of leaving Mystic Falls, to go to New Orleans, which is also crawling with supernaturals. Just to come to another small town, for the exact same things to be happening, but I'm also not sticking my nose in it. Well, any more than I have to, than repairing them or their victims.
I push the door open, letting it close behind us. "So tell me the real reason you're both here." I take the drink Stiles slides me, taking a sip and immediately wishing it was blood. I haven't fed since yesterday morning when I came in. 24 hours later and I'm starving. Definitely not telling Melissa that I've been here that long. She'd shove me out the double doors before I could plead my case.
"There was another attack, but before we could get to the body, something took it." I nod, munching on a fry and then swallowing before I echoed "took it?" They both nod, like they were both terrified and impressed? Maybe? I don't know.. it's hard to tell with these boys sometimes. "Yeah. They didn't just carry the body either.. they carried it like it weighed nothing." Stiles spoke adamantly. He was definitely impressed.
"So you watched this killer carry a body out of the woods and came here because..?" I trailed off, hoping whatever reason they gave me, didn't sound as crazy as I was expecting. "We were hoping the body turned up here." I pause bringing the burger to my mouth, my eyes narrowing at both of them before I set it down and lean back in my chair.
"You think the killer would bring their victim's body to the hospital? To what? Save them?" I shake my head, going to pick my burger back up and take a bite. "Maybe he felt bad. Maybe the killer didn't mean to kill him." Scott offers, getting another head shake from me. "Or maybe he was getting rid of the evidence." Stiles retorts. I point and nod my head, wiping my mouth with a napkin.
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The Perfect Mikaelson's
FanfictionTwo best friends find themselves bound to the Mikaelson's. One by blood and one by loyalty. They crave nothing more than the freedom from the family, but something always seems to drag them back in. While trying to find their purpose in life outside...