Blake Reyes ; Damon Salvatore's precious girlfriend. Kol and Klaus Mikaelson's soul mate.
When Blake and the Mikaelson brothers discover that they are each other's soul mates, something doesn't seem right. How is it possible for Blake to have not on...
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Blake's P.O.V
I opened my eyes while squinting as sun rays burst through the window.
I frowned. I usually woke up at 8:00 in the morning, and it wasn't usually sunny at that time.
I looked over to see that Damon was gone.
I rubbed my temples as I climbed out of bed, headed downstairs, as I tried to get used to the light.
"Damon?" I called out. "Stefan?"
There was no reply.
I groaned. I hated being alone in big houses.
So, I would get out of the damn house.
I walked over to the fridge to make sure that we didn't have enough things. As I inspected the fridge, I noted that the milk container was empty.
Finally. An escuse to get out of the house.
As I was walking to my car, I noticed someone was inside, sleeping. I squinted as I stared at the figure; tall and broody. Jet black hair, annoying smirk; Enzo.
Why did the damn guy always have to be in my car?
I tiptoed to the car, carefully opening up the door and quietly shutting it behind me when I sat down. He was still asleep.
I evilly smirked and slowly moved my hand up to the wheel before slamming my fist on the horn.
Enzo shot up in horror as I laughed at him.
"Bloody hell, princess!" He exclaimed, running a hand through his jet black hair.
I started the car. "You were in my car, and I needed to use it. You up for some grocery shopping?"
"I've never really gone." He said. "You know, locked up for what seemed like eternity.."
I pinched my lips together. "Oh."
"But yes, princess, I'm up for it."
We pulled up to the grocery store and hopped out of the car.
Enzo went to grab a cart and met me by the milk aisle.
"Tell me if you see any Lactose milk." I said.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because I'm lactose intolerant, asshole!"
He gave me a weird look before scanning all of the milks.
"Found it," he quickly said, grabbing a carton.
"Okay, meet me at the chips aisle." I said while backing up.
Right when I was going to turn around, I bumped into somebody.
A familiar somebody.
"Oh, I'm so sorry—" I turned around to see Elijah Mikaelson towering above me.
