Chapter 12

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I tapped my nicely done French nails as I waited patiently for Kol. He was supposed to show me around but I didn't want to go around the house by myself.

I wasn't stuck here or anything but Kol said I couldn't leave for another day. It's not like it mattered because my father was gone on his little vampire hunt with his buddy, Marshall.

I had known Marshall as a little girl and used to think he was my uncle. Well, I was wrong about that. I didn't know any of my family growing up. It had always been dad and I.

It's so ironic that sometimes you have only one person that you can trust but in the end they still stab you in the back.

That's my father for you. Stubborn son of a bitch. He's a stubborn, ass, complicated man and will never give up his ways. Yet, I still love him. Don't know why, I just do. That's family for you. They piss you off but somehow you find a way to forgive them.

I was still my daddy's girl. I would never stop but I still couldn't shake the feeling of anger coursing through my veins as an image of my father attacking Caroline came.

Sure she wasn't family but she had been my best friend since we were children.

I looked around the red painted walls and perfectly placed decorations as I looked at the beautiful paintings on the walls. I had heard snippets in conversations that Klaus was an artist, a painter.

Oh the joy.

The funny thing was that his paintings held a light to them. Klaus was not good, he was dark. He was darkness, there was no light. When he had been human maybe.

He was nice at times but that wasn't the true nature of him. He found pleasure in killing, any vampire or hybrid did for that matter.

Luckily the room was well conditioned but I could see the blazing heat of the sun outside. That big ball of gas. The sun was a lucky bastard, lived forever and nothing ever happened to it.

I saw Kol come down the stairs as my mind transported elsewhere. My reality was horrible and it was nice to indulge in my fantasies.

It was truly Summertime Sadness.

Why you ask?

It's Summertime of course and I'm sad so put it together like that Lana Del Ray song. What a lovely match, don't you think?

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