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THE MOONLIGHT bathed the road as the three different cars drove along it, each with different people and different conversations. The blue Prius had two girls, one with strawberry blonde hair and the other with brunette curls, that were sharing experiences from their summer and talking about their broken hearts. In the blue jeep, two guys talked about the tattoo one of them had gotten and about his equally broken heart. And finally, there was one foreign girl with vibrant blue eyes and dark hair that was driving alone in her recently restored 1961 Porsche 356B, with an ivory exterior and red interior, she drove it proudly; there were only three things the dark haired girl loved, and one of them was her precious car she got two years ago.
Unlike the others, she was silently enjoying the music blasting from her radio, listening to a mixtape her boyfriend made for her almost three months ago. It had different genres and artists, from Frank Sinatra with his blues and jazz, to Sex Pistols with their rock and roll. The girl found funny how she could go from jamming to the loud songs, to almost crying with the slow ones. Her emotions were a mess, and her only aunt forcing her to move to the small town of Beacon Hills wasn't helping. She couldn't say no to her because she was the only family she had left, and because her best mate encouraged her to leave town for her own safety. She was beyond angered by how he only reappeared into her life after leaving her parentless to do that, and then left her for the psychotic hybrid that compelled him to betray her. Not even Damon, or her childhood friends, Bonnie, Caroline and Elena, could do anything to help her, nothing but feed her with the doppelgänger's blood to complete her transition.
When the three cars stopped at the same red light, the dark haired girl leaned back her head, admiring the starry sky at night and the bright moon shining brighter than ever. She smiled. For a little while she forgot why she was driving her car to a new town, and why she found herself forced to leave her friends.
The cause was Klaus Mikaelson, the only person she admitted the night of her father's death she hated the most.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the first time —in the past hours— she found a red light that night. It was overwhelmingly tiring how in every stop she encountered before this one, the light was always green.
Suddenly, when she heard a voice saying a quick "Hi", her eyes shot open and her hands gripped tightly the steering wheel.
Her brows furrowed together in surprise when she found no one was talking to her. The red was still on, and she inspected the area —including the woods on the sidelines— to make sure she was alone. Just as she was about to close the top of her convertible car, she saw the car next to the blue Jeep speeding up and driving away, even though there was no green light yet.
"How impatient," she muttered while shaking her head, deciding to leave the top open so she could keep enjoying the refreshing breeze.
Finally, after her favourite song from the mixtape was over, so was the red light, and she focused again on the road, accelerating slowly as she awaited for the blue Jeep in front of her to drive away. But then, the van came to an abrupt stop, making her push the brakes rather roughly. She frowned, annoyed because of the damages it could've caused to the new wheels her father had bought her not more than two weeks ago.
