Bloom • Mikaelson

VIII. Invade my dreams

SOMETHING TELLS ME NOT TO GET OUT OF bed. Something says I don't want to be apart of the conversation being held downstairs. Maybe, if I hide in this pillow-top bed long enough all of this will blow over. Niklaus will come and go, or never come at all. I like the never coming at all part. I take the time to indulge in my memories, allowing my heart to remember what it felt to be loved. The last time was ages ago — 280 years to be exact — and it ended badly. Before 1730, however, it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Being in love was like heroine to drug addicts — it was its own type of narcotic.

Niklaus use to tell me I was the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on in all his thousand years. Said my eyes were like priceless gems. If Ivonna could hear my thoughts, she'd scold me for them. I finally roll out the bed and throw on a quick change of clothes, heading downstairs. I find my sister sitting amongst our regular house guests — it seems they don't know how to go home. My eyes fall onto the moonstone Damon continuously waves through the air. My ears are trying to grasp their words, however all my mind can think about is how the hell they got that damn stone.

I look at Ivonna — who failed to pass this news onto me — and furrow my brows. She frowns, looking anywhere but my metallic eyes. She thinks if she can avoid looking at me, she can avoid the conversation. That's not going to happen. Ivonna brings up Niklaus and something feels so odd about hearing his name. There is something so weird about today. I have a long history with Nik and not just because we grew up together and we're originals but more than that. So hearing his name should be anything but odd.

Hurt a little, maybe — but not odd. Now, whether we liked it or not Niklaus Mikaelson would be showing up on our doorstep sooner or later. For the first time since learning Nik was coming back to Mystic Falls — back into my life, I was okay with it being sooner. I didn't mind if I were to see him again. He brought back a thousand memories — both good and bad rolled into one giant thunderstorm. I find myself craving that storm, wanting to feel the rain on my skin. Ivonna shoots me a look, she doesn't like the thoughts racing through my mind. Instead, of cool summer rain, Ivonna imagines drips of acid falling from the sky.

"Nadia?" Bonnie's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Yes?" I question, leaving the thought of Niklaus to rest in the back of my mind.

"If you stop thinking about that British bastard, you'd hear the question." Ivonna rolls her eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shrug.

I feel my twin sister glare at me as I stare off, imaging every little thing about Niklaus. How much he's changed over the years. At first he wasn't bad, but reality slaps you in the face with a hell of a lot and changes you — it changed Niklaus. However, he was always so sweet with me. I always had everything I ever wanted with him and he made sure I was always happy. I wonder what he looks like after so long. Maybe he's grown out his hair again or added some more tattoos. I hope his smile didn't change — it was always my favorite thing about him. I excuse myself from the group, a nap sounded amazing right now. It'll clear my head and I can get the hell away from the people in this room. I don't even change my clothes before plopping down against my mattress, begging it to swallow me whole. Sleep consumes my body quickly.

I'm sitting on a bench in town square by myself. I look around and find that I'm alone. All the businesses are empty, as if this was a ghost town. However, I can see the Mystic Grill sign, there's no way it's a ghost town. Yet again, I'm the only one here. I stand and search around the empty space. I find Alaric Saltzman at the bar inside the grill, sipping on aged bourbon. He pats the seat next to him, asking me to join him. I'm not sure why a high school history teacher wants me to sit with him or is in my dream — cause this is definitely a dream. I wonder if Ivonna can see into my head even when I'm sleeping.