Angel Petrova

The Power of Fear

⏫that's Ronnie.

The blonde girl clenched her teeth, as her heavy eyes opened. Her entire body was soaked in pain and exhaustion.

Counting to three in her head, she winced as she forced herself off of her bed, while muffling her pained gasp. Her hands clutched the headboard, using it as a tool to help her walk to the bathroom.

Looking into the large mirror, she sneered distastefully at the pathetic creature looking back at her.

This girl, no, thing, looked nothing like the real Angel Petrova.

The thing gazing back at her through dull eyes was laughable.

Angel's long, blonde curls were flat and matted, while her eyes were encompassed with dark, angry circles. Her skin was dry and held a grayish tint.

Shaking her head, she stripped before taking a quick shower and then quickly threw on a random outfit.

"Angel," a perky voice greeted. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Hello, Aunt Jenna."

"You okay, sweetie? You're not looking so good."

Angel shrugged and tossed the concerned woman a lazy smile. "I'm perfect. Are you okay?"

Jenna pursed her lips before letting the topic go. "Yep, I'm all good. Do you have plans tonight?"

Angel grabbed an apple from the fridge, while shrugging again. "Why?"

"I'm having Ric over tonight."

"Ric?"

"Alaric Saltzman. He's a history teacher at your school."

Angel nodded in response. "So, y'all are a thing?"

"Oh, um. I guess you could say that."

"Cool," she mumbled, while smiling at her aunt once more. "I have to go."

"Are you going to be here tonight?"

"I don't know," the blonde quietly said before making her way out the door. Her light footsteps echoed on the pavement, as she took a bite of the apple and gazed at her surroundings.

As she expected, her phone soon went off.

"Speak," she commanded, while a smirk adorned her lips.

"Haha," a voice bit back.

"What do you want, Niklaus?"

She could practically feel the impatience and annoyance radiating off of him though the device.

"I want the rest of the deal."

"Can't you just enjoy being a hybrid first. You know, patience is a virtue."

"Love, I have none."

"Patience or virtues?"

"Both."

"Ah, well that explains a lot."

"Angel! Just give me what I want!"

"Okay, just as an FYI, you sound like a two year old."

"Angel!"

"Okay, okay," she sighed. "TTYL."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm being a teenager."

"Well, you're horrible at it."

Angel scoffed, while hanging up.