Wreckless (Vampire Diaries)

9

"Riley." There was a snap in front of my face. "Hey."

My eyes opened, and I was prepared to defend myself. Both my hands were in front of me ready to attack. My vision cleared and I could see a worried Damon.

I sighed and slammed back on to the plush bed, and held my forehead. It was aching like I had just gotten hit with a metal bat. I groaned, and rolled to the side of the bed. Damon didn't seen to protest, he just stared at the wall like it was suddenly interesting.

Me on other hand, I just wanted to go home and write all this stuff down. It was another dream, yet it felt so real. What was up with Niklaus getting into my head.

"We need to call Elena." He went grab his phone, but I had already reached forward and grabbed it. Damon's hand was laying on top of mine, and the voice came back into my head.

"Lies. It's all lies."

I gasped at the sound o0f the girls voice, and walked out of the room. I some how found my way to stares and started walking down them. The living room came into view, and I saw a glass of alcohol on the mahogany coffee table. I went to reach for it, but Damon had already grabbed it. He shook his head, and put the bottle into the cabinet which I assumed was the kitchen. I really need a drink, and I didn't have time for someone trying to take things away from me.

I growled in frustration, and walked over to the sofa by the fireplace. I sat down, and put my head in my hands.

It didn't make sense. All the dreams, and Niklaus being in both of them. And what was with that little girl that looked like a spitting image of me. It was probably just my mind playing stupid tricks on me. 

"Why does this keep happening." Damon said more to himself then me.

He leaned on the doorway of the kitchen while I closed my eyes trying to ignore the subject. But the pictures kept flooding through my head.

The lonely cottage, and the demon girl. 

I felt the couch slope down as Damon took a seat beside me.

"You can tell me, you know." He elbowed me in the arm.

I looked up at his face. His face was stretched into a friendly smile. I was tempted to tell him everything, but I turned around before I could even open my mouth.

"I don't even know what happened. How am I suppose to tell you?" My voice was hoarse.

I must have been out for a few hours, because my throat was a little scratchy.

I stood up, and walked towards the front door. 

"Can you take me home, please." I kept my head down as I opened the door, and waited for Damon to follow. 

I heard the sound of his keys, and the sound of the door shutting from behind me. I stepped into the car waiting for him to start the ignition.

I needed to go home and write this all down. Before I forgot all the major details, but with these kind of details I doubt I would forget.

I looked out the window as the trees flied past. We came to a stop at a red light, and I stared into the dark forest. I scanned the trees, and found a figure staring right at me. It's yellow eyes glowed from the rest of the body, and I could see a little evidence of blonde hair. I gasp, his finger was up to his mouth, and then he was gone.

"Riley?" Damon voiced called.

I looked over at him, and smile showing him there was nothing to worry about but he didn't seem to by it at all. I turned my attention back to the window, and looked back into the woods but nothing suspicious was in sight.

I hadn't noticed we had stopped until Damon cleared his voice. I looked to see my house right in front of us. I figured Damon didn't want to come in, so I just smiled.

"Can we not-".

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. And I meant it you can tell me anything."

Before he could say anything else I pulled him into a hug. He was tense at first, but then wrapped his arms tightly around me. I smiled at the warm feeling. I couldn't tell you the last time I've hugged someone. It felt good. 

I buried my nose in the crook of his neck, and got a whiff of his expensive colone. I let go, and opened the door and walked towards the house but not before turning around and mouthing a 'thank you' to Damon. He nodded and began backing out of our driveway.

I prepared myself for the worst and opened the door. It was nice and warm inside, and there were no voices to be heard. I climbed the stairs, and went to my room. I closed my door tightly behind me and went straight to my diary.

I wasn't much of a diary person, but Elena said it would help me with the lost of our parents. I don't use it to rant, or write down how today has troubled me. I just simply right the things that fascinated me the most in life, and record the important stuff that happened that day. I often draw pictures in it to explain how I feel. Paint was better then words to explain my feelings over something. It was one of those twin differences I guess.

 I pulled out my wooden easel, and all my paint brushes. I put a canvas on the stand, and put the darkest colors of paint I could find on a wooden plate and I started working my magic. I flicked my wrist, and curled the paint brush. Not even thinking about what I was painting. My hands did all the work, and when I was done I was surprised by my artwork. In front of me was a picture of a man with blonde locks that hit his shoulders. He was in a tightly fitted suit, and his trousers hanged loosely from his ankles. His eyes were the main attention seeker. They were the exact same blue with green specks that I saw in my dreams. Even when I used the darkest colors his face still looked bright.

There was a rush of wind coming form the window. I rushed over, and closed it before looking outside to see if there was anyone watching me.

"Beautiful painting, love." I whipped my head around to see someone standing by my painting. I was shocked, I couldn't even move. "But I don't believe my hair looks that long." His strong British accent flowed through my head.

It was him. The guy of my dreams, literally. He was standing in my room looking at my painting. I had to be dreaming. I pinched myself, and winced at the pain. The man gripped his arm exactly where I had just pinched myself.

"How rude of me." 

He turned around and was in front of me in a flash. I almost tripped over my own feet when I saw his face. 

He hadn't changed one bit, but his hair looked like it was cut off. I liked it more like this only when he had long hair he looked more... vintage.

He took his hand in mine and brought it to his lips.

"My names Niklaus Mikaelson".

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