Protector- Niklaus Mikaelson

Small Talk Under The Stars

Chapter Two: Small Talk Under the Stars

Madeline.

"So, sir. Why with all the drinking?" I asked him as I was walking on the curb, trying to keep my balance and not fall off. I almost did, but the stranger had grabbed my arm before I leaned too far off and kept me in balance.

I nodded, "Thank you. Now answer my question." I continued with a laugh.

"Well, I drink to cope with the problems I have, and none that you need to know and worry your pretty little head about." He said talking in a slow and calm manner.

This was not as I expected. It was going well. Good.

I stopped walking and looked at him, "I've got time."

"Really?" His brows furrowed together either in confusion or curiosity, "You would want to hear my problems?" He finished.

I nodded, "Of course. I believe people deserve to be listened to. It isn't much, but it does help alleviate the heart from some of the trouble it feels."

A smile came on his lips, "And besides," I continued, "I wouldn't judge you. No matter how bad they may be. I have heard many things in my time of existence. I want to hear your story."

"My story?" He said raising a brow at me.

I nodded once more, "Yes." I smiled, "Your story. The you that you are, or claim to be."

"All right. Well, first I — "

I cut him off.

"Sorry, but can you hold on to that thought for just one teeny little second?" I looked ahead of me. I know this street. There's a park just a little up the road.

He was silent. However, he understood. "Come with me, sir." I said, grabbing his hand and walking towards the park just a few meters away from where we stood moments ago.

I pulled him over to the willow tree that still stood tall and proud after all the years I was gone from this little town of Virginia. The tree grew a top of a small hill near the playground. I let his hand go and sat down against the trunk. The lonely stranger from the bar looked at me confused.

"Well, c'mon. Sit down." I said, patting the grass beside me. He shook his head playfully and sat down.

His legs crossed, and back leaned on the bark of the tree, and he breathed in as I asked, "Please, continue."

"Well..." He started.

The man at first, was cautious as he told me his story. He looked at me every now and then, perhaps to see my reaction. Attentively, I listened to his words. He told me about his life, and that he was constantly misunderstood. 

He explained to me that because his family feared what he was, he stabbed them in the heart — quite literally — and put them all in coffins until he wanted them to be reunited with him at last. He said that he was feared by everyone who came into contact with him, and because of what or who he is, he had little friends. He attempted to explain to me, without losing me in his explanation, that he was some sort of a vampire-werewolf hybrid, and that his mother had put a spell of immortality on his entire family, so he had no other choice but to stake her in the heart.

He went on about his many attempts to kill Elena (Bonnie's friend, I assume) and that the Salvatore brothers (whoever they are) always seemed to get in the way. He rolled his eyes as he said that he was co-King of New Orleans, though I didn't quite understand and maybe it's a territory thing between werewolves and vampires or something of the sort that seemed to come out of a Twilight book. Lastly, he finished with telling me about the witches and warlocks that fear him, yet help him anyway, and his sire over Tyler (whatever that means, and whoever that is) by turning him into a hybrid like him.