The Originals

26

As we walk into the compound-me storming in- everyone looks up. I ignore them and go upstairs to wash all this mud off me....wish Klaus threw at me in punishment of making him walk.

Jackson follows closely behind, trying to talk to me, however I'm too irritated to reply to anything he has to say.

"Jackson!" I yelled facing him. "I'm covered in mud, I almost died...again, and we have yet another person to go after and kill. So, let me take a shower then we can talk."

He nodded, and walked back to everyone else. As I reached the bathroom, I took my shirt off, leaving me in my jeans...I know, scandalous.

I was moving my hands to my jeans when someone came up behind me, kissing my neck. I smiled and leant back into Elijah, sensing the familiar warmth.

"I'm afraid, I must stop you," I whispered. "I have to shower."

"Shall I join you?"

"No, because we wouldn't get anything done," I replied facing him. "Next time, though. You definitely will."

He smiled, gave me a kiss and walked out, slowly closing the door behind him.

After showering, I got into some clean clothes and threw my dirty ones in the hamper. As I was about to go downstairs to begin a plan with everyone, someone began calling me.

"Hello?" I asked answering.

"Jessica, we need you," a familiar voice spoke quickly.

"Damon? What's wrong?" I asked turning on some water then sneaking out the window.

"Get to Mystic Falls, I'll explain when you get here," he replied then hung up.

"Damon?" I asked in the streets while breaking into a car. "Damon?!"

I groaned frustrated, then got in, and hot wired the car. As I began driving, someone was suddenly in front of me, causing me to slam on the breaks. Marcel.

He jumped in the car, and I started driving again, speeding...a little.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"A friend called, saying he needed my help. So I'm going to meet up with him. Why are you here?" I asked never moving my eyes.

"Well, when you didn't show up, I kind of followed you."

"Anyone follow you?"

"Nope. They're all busy arguing with each other."

"About?"

"What attacked you."

I sighed and nodded, before turning the radio on and going faster. After a few hours, we made it and I dropped the truck off in a ditch.

Marcel followed me as I sped to Damon's house, hearing a things crash and break through the door. 

Immediately, I sped in, and shoved a guy to the wall while Marcel did it to the other one. The guy I was holding against the wall had blond hair and looked familiar.

"Damon!" I yelled.

"Jess! Get your friend off me!" He yelled as Marcel kept him against the wall, about to snap his neck.

I let go of the blond and pulled Marcel off Damon.

"Why the hell am I here, Damon?" I asked as I kept Marcel back.

"Something's happened, and you're the only person I could think of to call," he explained pouring a few glasses of bourbon.

"Wait, so you're Jessica?" The blond said standing next to Damon.

"Yes, and you are?"

"Stefan, I'm his brother."

"This is Marcel. Don't piss him off," I recommended taking the glass from Damon.

"Our witch, doppelgänger and perky blond are all missing. Can you help us find them?"  Damon asked.

"Sure, when did they go missing?" I asked as Marcel cautiously looked around.

"See, that's the thing. They were here this morning, then it's like they blinked away. Like they disappeared before our eyes," Stefan explained.

"Marcel," I called him over. "Call D. She can help us see what happened to the-"

I stopped as all of us fell to the ground from aneurisms. We were all groaning and I looked up to Alaric with his hand out causing this.

"W-what's happening?" I asked.

"Your buddy, Alaric, is it? Hm, nice body. I'll give him back, I really will, but for now. I'm gonna keep you all guessing," Alaric said, well whoever was in Alaric said.

With a flick of the wrist, all of our necks were snapped and we died.