Night Time Creatures [Klaus Mikaelson]

29 • 50's Decade Dance

Aliona's P.O.V

Tonight was the night of the school dance and it was 50's themed, I dug out the only thing that I owned from that era which was a pale blue dress that ended below my knees, reminiscing the memories that went with it. It had been a scary time, I'd worn this dress to a party on the night that he'd nearly found me. I had to go on the run once more in this dress but quickly changed because it wasn't exactly practical for travelling in.

I slipped it on complete with some blue heels and red lipstick, tying up my hair in the classic voluminous hairstyle. I could remember when it seemed like a sin not to have big hair.

Before going to the school, I decided to go and see my brothers, to see what they were wearing. I didn't see them in the 50's so god knows what they looked like.

I let myself in since yet again the door was unlocked, hearing raised voices coming from the study. Trying to be silent in heels was becoming near impossible as I stayed by the doorway and out of sight.

"Enough about her...Why did you bring me Dad's journal?" Damon asked as I managed to get a look at him sat at a desk.

"Because you were looking for it." Stefan spoke nonchalantly. "I've already read it and there's nothing in there about Katherine or the tomb or how to open it."

"Not surprised, the man barley knew how to spell his own name." Damon sighed.

"Well I seem to recall also having a lot of trouble trying to spell out Giuseppe." I spoke and walked into the room as Stefan smiled at me.

"Well would you look who it is." Damon smirked as I raised an eyebrow at him, seeing Stefan had made an effort unlike Damon. "We were just talking about you."

"Damon don't." Stefan spoke sternly as I tilted my head, wanting to know what they had been saying.

"How maybe our dear sister is a teeny tiny bit depressed? Or slowly going crazy?" Damon spoke as I felt myself getting angry at his words.

"What are you talking about?" I asked looking between them both.

"The cemetery, you said that you go there a lot." Stefan referred to our encounter this morning.

"So?" I questioned in confusion.

"So why do you like to hang around dead people?" Damon asked as I shrugged.

"What's it to you anyway?" I snapped back as Damon held his hands up.

"Ali we're only trying to help, you just always seem on edge and you do go to the cemetery a lot." Stefan offered as I shook my head, stepping away from them both.

"Yeah don't you get bored? What do you do up there?" Damon's questions were beginning to get on my last nerve as I huffed loudly.

"Quite frankly it's none of your business!" I spoke bitterly as Stefan sighed, Damon just smirked at my anger.

"But I'm your older bro, come on you can tell me." Damon continued to speak as I shook my head.

"Damon lay off her." Stefan snapped as I swallowed thickly.

"No Stefan it's fine, you wanna know why I go up there?" I almost shouted as Damon nodded. "I go up there to see mom! To talk to her and clear my head! It's where I can drink from blood bags in piece so that I don't kill people in the town!" I was shouting by the end as both of the looked stunned, an awkward silence fell across the room. "I'll see you at the dance." I muttered to Stefan before turning and leaving, not wanting my brother's to see the tears that were now running down my cheeks.