Danielle Gilbert ⚜ Klaus Mikaelson [3]

Chicago

Dani's PoV

I open my eyes, to find that I'm in the back of the car. I notice I'm wrapped in blanket.

I grab it tightly around my body as I sit up. I placed my hand on my neck, remembering that it healed.

Tears fall down my face as I realise what happened.

"I'm a werewolf," I whisper to myself.

"Yes, love, quite a surprise really, though Stefan here doesn't seem that surprised at all," Klaus states, looking at me.

"Everyone knew that I carried the gene, I just never thought I would trigger the curse," I mutter.

I glance at Klaus through the mirror and notice a small glimpse of sympathy, before anger consumed him.

"You should of told me Danielle. I mean we have hunting werewolves all summer," he spits.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't want to be an experiment in your little game," I say, as the car comes to a stop.

I immediately get out.

"Where the hell are we?" I ask, pissed.

Klaus smirks, "Stefan, Danielle, welcome to Chicago."

I stare at him open mouthed. Completely shocked.
What are we doing in Chicago.

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I stand there absolutely freezing, while Stefan and Klaus reminisce about old times.

"Can we go somewhere? Anywhere so I can get dressed," I ask them.

"Of course love, wouldn't want you to freeze," Klaus taunts.

I glare at him.

"We're going to see my favourite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her," Klaus informs us.

We then all get back into the car and drive towards this bar.

We enter and Klaus speaks first, "Looks familiar, doesn't it?"

Stefan stares at the run down bar in shock, "I can't believe this place is still here."

A woman walks out from behind the bar, "You got to be kidding me."

I chuckle. She glances at me, and I smile. She smiles back.

Klaus smiles at her, "So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender..."

She places her hand in the air, "Stop. You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny."

She looks over at Stefan, "I remember you."

Stefan nods, "Yeah. You're Gloria. Shouldn't you be..."

"Old and dead? Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?" Gloria remarks.