Chapter three - pizza
MYSTIC GRILL
"One bourbon please love" Alison asked the blonde bartender, he raised an eyebrow.
"You new here?" He asked while pouring her a glass, knowing that she was underage-well she looked underage.
The brunette original nodded and grabbed the glass from him, the blue eyed bar tender smiled before talking again.
"I'm Matt Donovan" he held out his hand, Alison grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes.
"Alison" she smiled, matt then walked away to serve another person as Alison sat at the bar, drinking and playing games on her phone.
"....one bourbon please bus boy..." Alison looked up from her phone and shot her attention to the familiar voice and saw the raven haired man she thought was dead sitting across the bar from her, in a leather jacket and swirling an empty cup that was now being filled up and looking better then ever. He looked exactly the same and Alison was fuming. She knew who did this.
Her best friend Katerina petrova.
The original ducked her head and faced the other way, not wanting to see the eldest Salvatore alive or breathing after what he did. Alison slowly lifted up from her stool and made her way outside before hearing Damons voice again.
"....who's that?...." she heard the Salvatore ask, Alison stood near the exit extremely still and listened to him.
"...Alison, I don't know her last name she didn't tell me...." matt answered, Alison heard Damon huff.
"....she looks familiar...." he said with a tone of confusion, Alison stopped listening and sped out the door and back home.
She had questions racing through her mind all at once and she didn't have answers to any of them.
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Alison's pov
Don't you just hate it when you run into the boy that broke your heart centuries ago in your hometown? then realising that he's still alive and over one hundred years old, and possibly turned by your ex-vampire best friend?
Just as I thought that maybe, just maybe,
that moving back here wasn't so bad.
My thoughts were interrupted as usual by my door creeping open, I turn to see my brother Elijah.
"Is everything alright sis?" He asked as he Walked in to my bedroom and sat on the end of my bed. I hummed a yes and continued to search through my phone.
"You wanna order some pizza? Kol and Rebekah are out raiding the hospital for blood, so it's just you, me and klaus" my brother said, walking back towards the door, I nodded.
"I'll be down in a second" I closed my phone and made my way downstairs to my two brothers, they looked up at me and smiled before klaus handed me the box of pizza.
"Thanks" I smiled, plopping myself down on the lounge between both of them, I reached out to grab the remote but klaus grabbed it before me. I groaned.
"Really?" I asked annoyed, my brother smirked and changed the channel.
"Yes little sister"
As much as I loved my siblings equally, klaus was always the one there for me, and always looking out for me when I was in trouble. To say that I would save him is an under statement, I would quite possibly die for him. I know that sounds crazy but he's been there for me since day one and always protected me, he might be annoying and obnoxious as hell but I love him more than anything.
As for Elijah, he's always been loyal. He's the brother I got my loyal trait from, he taught me his ways and how to be moral and keep my word. Without him I probably would be dead, every time I got in trouble, usually stealing and lying to get out of things, he pulled me back and put me in line.
As for Rebekah and Kol, they kept to themselves most of the time, and when they were with me they would always annoy the crap out of me to the point where I would threaten to kill them.
As you can see, I get angry quickly and if you're on my bad side - well you'll be dead before you can be on my bad side for more than 2 minutes.
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