He was the monster they warned her about.
And she loved him anyway.
Daniella Lockwood was never supposed to fall for Klaus Mikaelson. But somehow, between stolen glances, late-night painting sessions, and the gentle way he said her name, she did. Co...
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Daniella had been dragged to the Salvatore house. She was randomly hanging out with Caroline when they ended up there—apparently, Klaus had made his move at school, something she was clueless about. She hadn't noticed anyone out of the ordinary, and she always noticed if there was a new face. She made it her job.
She sat on the couch with her hands folded, her legs crossed, waiting for them to stop talking—and for Damon to stop his constant lecture about being careful.
The girl really had no idea. She was good at ignoring whatever they had going on. The rest of the group would update her on stuff—like the fact that there was already an Original walking around town. She knew who he was since he was usually with her mother, but she ignored it and treated him like another council member who came to talk to her mom.
She was just warned to be careful. Then Tyler would update her on things—he'd leave a couple of details out, but she didn't mind not knowing. She just didn't want to be shut out completely.
Caroline was her main source of information, mostly because she didn't know how to keep her mouth shut around Daniella. Both of them had a gossip problem when it came to each other. They would get together and suddenly feel the urge to talk about every single person that moved.
Every time someone remembered to update Daniella and make sure she was safe, Caroline was always the one to volunteer—she was the one who hung out with her the most.
They had built a routine, and Daniella was okay with it. She didn't have the urge to get involved. After all, she had grown terrified about her curse and felt terrible that Tyler had to live with it. But she appreciated everyone around her who was making sure she stayed safe and didn't end up with the same fate.
The girl was used to ignoring problems—she did it with her family all the time. Her job was to show up, look pretty, and leave the rest to her parents. Lately, though, things had started to change. Tyler wasn't as present anymore, and everything had been left to her mom, so she stepped up—and that kept her plenty busy.
Staying busy was her goal so she didn't have time to think or involve herself, knowing her friends were in danger. She didn't want to get on board with their plans, because she knew once she did, there'd be no way out. It would be impossible for her to back off after she got a taste of the thrill.
She had to admit, as she sat there listening to them, she couldn't wrap her head around many things. How their world actually existed. That they were facing vampires who had been alive for centuries. She was honestly invested in the whole thing.
"Whose phone keeps ringing?!" Damon snapped, hearing someone's phone ring for the third time.
"Mine. I'm sorry—it's Dylan. I'll go answer before he gets upset..." she sighed, getting up from the couch and walking into another room so she wouldn't be heard—though she knew most of them could hear her anyway.
