Paranoia(Klaus Mikealson Fan-Fic)

The New Original

Alice's POV

Death was something I was so afraid of, but now I've done it too many times. And I'm ready to not be the innocent, scared little girl. I understand now, I am a two thousand year old werewolf, which I find not even possible but somehow the universe still needs me here. Flashbacks are what I've been encountering in this death, I've never had something like it before.

"You know what I am huh?" Damon said stopping and walking around me watching every move I made. I nodded and looked at him curiously.

"What's your name?" I  asked. "And wouldn't you like to know." He said smirking. I growled at him pretty much. "Damon Salvatore is my name sweetheart." He said then stopping.

"Your a feisty one? Ummm?" He asked, then asking questioningly what my name is. "Alice Night." I responded."Well I need someone like you by my side." He said laughing and I went wide eyed. He charged at me getting you in a head lock, he then bit into his wrist and shoved it into my mouth.

All I could taste was his metallic gross blood pouring down my throat. "HELP ME!!!" I hopelessly got out.

Until I saw him. Klaus...

"Why don't you put down the girl, Damon." Klaus said. "And why would I do that?" Damon responded smirking."She's feisty I like it, she's Elena Gilbert's best friend, whose dating my idiotic brother. Perfect way to get back at him!" He spat. I was shaking now in fear I've never been more afraid in my  life.

"If you don't put her down I will assure you a life full of misery lad." Klaus said. "Why should I be afraid of you?" Damon scoffed.

"I'm one of the original vampires, that's why you should be afraid. Nothing can kill me, but I can kill you easily right now." Klaus scoffed back.

I gasped loudly, looking around to see I am laying in a bed, with someone holding my hand. My other hand quickly grasped the figures throat, holding tightly. I growled lowly, looking around for any in-particular surroundings. I was in Niks bed.

My gaze was brought to Rebekah, helplessly trying to get out of my hold. I growled lowly showing my fangs, coming closer to her looking deep into her eyes.

"How long?" I demanded.

"Not for long, maybe a day?" She chocked out.

"Why am I alive?" I spoke out, the anger and rage was boiling inside of me. The old Alice was done being scared, I'm a two thousand year old werewolf. I deserve a little more respect.

"I don't know, Elijah used the originals blade, I don't know how you're alive right now. Regular vampires die from the blades magical curse." She tried to explain, but my hand tightened quickly.

I chuckled darkly,"I'm two thousand years old, don't make your family seem like you guys are THE only powerful beings on this earth. I'm done dying for your family. It's my life, and by the looks of you struggling, I'm way stronger than you." I growled, smiling creepily. She looked terrified, but this wasn't anything dark inside of me, this was my clear mind speaking. I've died millions of times over the past decades, it's my time to take control finally.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't kill me." She started to beg.

"Rebekah, I don't have my humanity off, this is not darkness creeping inside of me. This is the real me, and I done hiding. You are the sister of the love of my life, I'm not going to kill you..." I sighed, but quickly snapped her neck and let her droop down to the ground. I smiled evilly at her unconsciousness,"Permanently."