Thantophobia

17. Home

I couldn't even believe that I was back in Mystic Falls. The last few days that I've spent back in France were probably the best days of my life, I mean I was mostly in bed during the time. Kol was one to usually seduce me into it- ah Kol.

My fiancé that I happened to be without at the moment. My mom locked me up in my room, for God knows what, while she and my dad had a conversation about my relationship with Kol. Meanwhile I was sitting in bed, watching Netflix on my TV as I texted my sister to tell me what was going on downstairs. I was growing impatient; my sister hasn't responded in an hour.

Sighing, I stood up from my bed to open my window, a soft breeze making its way into my room. I glanced at the TV to see a zombie ripping out a man's guts. The Walking Dead, one of my favorite TV shows. I scrunched up my face before hearing an odd tapping noise at the window. My feet scrambled to check it out, only to see Kol standing on my yard.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" Kol sang almost too loud that even my neighbors could hear. I shushed him with a little giggle, "My parents might hear you!" I whisper as I lean onto the windowsill. In a matter of seconds, he sits in front of me on the willow tree branch, close to my window. "Ah, darling, I was trying to have some fun." He smiles, only causing my heart to flutter.

I moved away from the window to jump back into bed. "Come in, Kol." With his swift movements, he sat right next to me. He pecked my lips before turning his attention to my television. "What's this?" He asks, while his eyebrows raise up questionably.

"The Walking Dead." I simply answer. I started to close my eyes while I rested my head on his shoulder. Suddenly a knock was at my door, and I fell into the spot Kol once sat at, meaning he was gone. "Honey," My father's voice was slightly audible from behind the door.

As if I was in a rush, I took the remote into my hand to turn the TV off when my father entered the room. "What's up, Dad?" I ask in a nervous but steady tone.

"We need to talk." He added just as he sat on the end of my bed.

***

"You do know, that the man you're engaged to is a vampire, right?" His eyes wandered around my room, suspiciously. "Noooo." I placed a hand on my chest, complete sarcasm taking over me.

Out of nowhere, my dad slammed his hand on the bed, aggressively. "This is no joking matter, Olivia." I jumped at his actions and nodded my head. I realized I was in the presence of my strict ass Dad. "Do you know where that birthmark comes from?" He asks, pointing at my bare shoulder.

I shook my head before he started to continue, "It's a special mark, given to a werewolf pack from Louisiana. Our family comes from a long line of werewolf royalty-"

"Wait, wait, hold up. When were you going to tell me that we were from werewolf decent? I'm not going to believe that Dad... I mean... I can't..." My voice grew shaky, as I continued to speak. I mean, I was right. Why would my father tell me this now- when I was engaged to Kol?!

My Dad's hands reached for my own, before I pulled away. "That means, if I kill someone... I'll turn into a wolf every full moon?" I heaved a sigh, avoiding eye contact with my father. From the corner of my eye, I saw that he nodded his head.

"Did you kill someone?" I ask, fiddling with my blankets only to glance up at my Dad every few seconds. "Yes." My heart practically stopped, making me finally stare into my father's eyes.

"Was that why-" I was about to ask a question, before he soon answered what I started, "That's why your mother and I divorced." My hand clasped over my mouth. Reality was a bitch.

***

My father had just left the room, leaving me alone to think to myself. Here, I thought that I was completely normal, but just to find out that if I killed someone, I'd be cursed for the rest of my life.