The Other Gilbert

Worse Than Poison

I've braided and un-braided my hair continuously for the past couple hours, until I finally left it in a braid. It's what I do when I'm nervous and from what I know now, I have the right to be nervous. It was some heated conversation between Klaus and Stefan that lead to Stefan going off again to who knows where. I can barely put much attention to Stefan's absence right after the first time he'd gone off and left me alone with Klaus. One in a billion is practically embedded into my head. Why Klaus finally decided to throw me some kind of information about what I am, I don't know, maybe he felt sorry but then again, Klaus has no heart to be able to feel any type of remorse. What am I, the one in a billion gonna do with this information. It's information but it's not enough for me. It's only possibly that whatever Klaus told me were true, then at least I can hold some kind of closure for myself.

I take another sip of the juice, i'm not sure why but I can't stop craving it. I'd have to say it's tomato juice, but I can't really taste anything. It's kind of like water but really thick. It's got such a weird taste to it, especially the thick texture. I honestly am not even worried that Klaus could have spit in the cup, it beats poison any day. Heck, I'm still alive. He didn't poison me so that's a good note.

You're one in a million...my mom use to tell me that. She was off by a thousand millions. My body tenses thinking about her again. I haven't been thinking about my family since I got to Mystic Falls. What if she knew something about me? What if she saw things like I did?

I cant help but feel a bit thankful that Klaus had told me a bit of information. Out of everything he's ever told me, this was the most helpful...almost thoughtful thing he'd done. I don't think he saw much of it but it was a lot for me.

He's been troubled that his hybrids aren't turning out the way they were supposed to. I've witnessed the bloody tears and seizures of the wolf packs they've hunted. He's distraught. I have to say at that moment I felt sorry for him, he looked like he didn't having anything left. But there is the undeniable hatred I will always hold for him. Although, I know what I could possibly be, thanks to him. I can possibly be helpful for my friends and family. I just need to know how to 'work' it. How am I supposed to figure this out on my own? I wouldn't even know where to start.

My head snaps towards the direction of the door that divided me from the bar. I heard some grunting and groaning that catches my attention. I frown, not necessarily the kind of stuff you'd hear going on at a bar. I inch my way towards the door, Klaus won't be that bothered by me taking a peek. At least I hope it doesn't bother him.

The last thing I would have imagined was that Damon's dumb ass would return back to the bar, when I clearly told him that Klaus will kill him if he saw him, but I was proven wrong when Damon's dumb ass did show up after I clearly told him Klaus will kill him if he saw him.

"You want a partner in crime. Forget Stefan, I'm so much more fun." Damon goes crashing down into one of the tables on the other side of the bar. I ached. I can't be any help for him and Stefan seemed to have disappeared. Klaus is going to kill him for being here and I can't help him. I look over behind the bar hoping the Witch would stop Klaus from going any further, but she's not there.

Seeing him snap the leg from the wooden chair sparked something in me, "Klaus." I squeak. He stops mid air from driving the steak through Damon's heart and turns to look at me. I'm shaking in fear that he will drive that steak right through his heart that I am running my mouth in fear.

"Ah, just the girl I was hoping would make an appearance." He does what I least expect him to do, he retreats for Damon and helps him back to his feet and dusts his shoulders from any wooden debris. "Don't move." He tells him. I stare at Damon quizzically, Klaus didn't tell him not to move...he compelled him. Why would he-