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I downed another shot. Klaus and Stefan were busy with a witch and I felt like shit. "Your father and uncle will be back shortly, Theo." I looked up at the witch. I hadn't realized they had left. "Whatever." I shrugged. "What's got you so down?" The witch, Gloria, raised her eyebrows at me. "Not much." I downed yet another shot. "Just an evil hybrid uncle, a ripper dad, and I haven't even met my mother." Gloria smiled. I laid my head on the table. The time passed quickly and I heard the bar door open. "Someone's drunk." Klaus's voice commented. "Theo?" A familiar female voice breathed behind me. I spun my stool around. She was the same as I remembered...blonde hair, sad blue eyes, tan skin...my mother. I felt my heart skip a beat. "Mom..." I breathed. My eyes burned. Her face lit up and before I knew it I was in a tight embrace. "Oh my god, you're so grown up..." she whispered. I just clung to her, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Memma...." I breathed. "Rebekah. We have business to attend to." Klaus ruined the moment, sounding impatient. "Nik! Can't you give us a minute?" Mom snapped. I glared at my uncle. "I did. Two minutes, in fact." He replied with a scowl. "You're so mean!" Mom growled. I flashed my eyes at him. Klaus huffed and I buried my face in my mother's neck. "I'm not letting you go ever again." I mumbled. I felt another person join our hug. I turned my face to see Stefan holding both me and mom. "You won't have to, Theo." he vowed.
