Night Time Creatures [Klaus Mikaelson]

53 • Funerals And Evictions

Aliona's P.O.V

"Matt listen to me, I've had a very trying day." I could feel the tears welling up as I spoke but chose to ignore them. "I understand if you don't want a part in all of this but please, let me just stay tonight. I'll get my stuff and be gone by tomorrow." He looked at me for a moment before nodding, watching as I broke in front of him. The tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed, mourning Jenna, never seeing Elijah again, the whole complications with Klaus. It had all become too much.

"I promise I'll be gone by tomorrow." I repeated as he nodded again before pulling me into a hug, it felt as if he were being cautious, and it was in that moment that I knew it wouldn't ever be the same again with Matt.

*

I woke up feeling as if someone had thrown me into a brick wall, my whole mood felt like a heavy black cloud. I rolled out of bed for the last time in this room, looking around at where I'd resided for a few years now.

I began to gather up the few things that I owned into the two boxes that I'd brought with me, I did feel sad to be leaving the small house. Mainly feeling guilt because Matt would now be living on his own.

"Hey I'm all packed." I walked downstairs and told him, he nodded from the counter where he was cutting some slices of bread. I placed the boxes on the table and began to make a cup of coffee when I was halted, my nose twitched and the hunger smelt it before I could.

Blood.

I glanced to where Matt was stood, he'd cut his finger with the knife in his hand.

"D-did you do that deliberately?" I asked him, he swallowed before nodding. "Why?"

"To see what you'd do." He spoke as I shook my head, laughing slightly.

"Matt there are certain things that you shouldn't do and antagonising a fragile vampire, who doesn't have a good control over her hunger, is one of them." I spoke, eyes never leaving his bleeding finger. He looked at me for a moment before nodding, I could feel the veins under my eyes and was surprised at how unfazed he seemed.

"You were saying you were all packed?" He diverted the subject, putting his finger under the running tap and drying it off until there was no more blood.

"Y-Yeah I am." I nodded.

"Where are you going to go?" He asked with a small frown.

"My brothers I guess." I shrugged, he nodded as my phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Ali hey, we're having the funeral later on so hopefully you have something nice to wear?" Stefan asked.

"Yeah I do actually, fair to say I've had my fair share of funerals over the years." I tried to joke however there was no noise on the other end of the line. "Okay I'll see you later then, also Matt's found out about us. He's kicking me out of the house, is there any chance I could stay with you?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes or I was in trouble.

"Of course you can!" Stefan spoke, seeming genuinely happy.

"Okay I'll be over soon then." I replied and hung up.

*

Less than an hour later I'd arrived at the boarding house with my two boxes of items. Stefan had shown me to a spare room and I'd unpacked the little that I had, mainly just clothes and a few photos. The odd pieces of jewellery too, gifts from old lovers and even a pendant from when I'd been a human and lived with my brothers.

Now I'd slipped into a simple black dress that ended just above the knee, I'd decided to keep my hair down, it was naturally straight and framed my face. Finally I put on some small heels and walked towards the door, meeting my two brothers in suits as we prepared to leave for the funeral.

The service was truly beautiful, both John and Jenna were buried next to Jeremy's parents. A small cluster of Gilbert's was forming in the cemetery, despite our efforts. Elena laid flowers on each grave, even on her adopted parents. Next Rick laid flowers on Jenna's, leaving us all tearful. Apart from Damon who still looked grave yet didn't cry.

"We're going back to the house now Damon." Stefan spoke as the two of us walked over to him, the service had ended and everyone was talking in small groups.

"I think I'm gunna skip the tea and cakes." Damon shrugged as we both frowned at him.

"Elena needs us Damon." Stefan spoke in confusion. "All of us."

"She doesn't need to worry about me." He sighed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

"Tyler Lockwood bit me." Damon explained as my eyes widened, he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the red and angry bite mark. Dark veins surrounded it as the infection was spreading through his bloodstream as we spoke. "It's actually more of a nip really, but there it is."

Stefan and I moved closer, looking in complete shock at the bite. There was no cure. Was the only thought in my mind, it continuously made itself present by echoing in my brain.

"We'll find something." Stefan whispered. "A cure."

"There's no cure Stefan." Damon shook his head.

"We kept Elena human, we found a way when there was no way." Stefan spoke, he was so hopeful that it made me even more sad. His hope was only building him up to be brought down more by the reality.

"We can help you Damon." I nodded supportively.

"You wanna help me? Keep this from Elena, the last thing she needs is another grave to mourn." Damon spoke nonchalantly as I sighed, I couldn't let my brother die.

Especially not from something as torturous as a wolf bite.