VAMPIRE EMPIRE

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

//Rulia //
I'm right outside the rotunda. Hasn't changed. It never has and hasn't started now it was only a few weeks earlier I was risking my life right where I stand. I suck in a large volume of air and let it out. I feel so nervous my armpits are so itchy from sweat.

I read somewhere, if you're nervous, it's because you are about to do something that's really brave. Really brave. Walking into a place with haunting vampire and witch ghosts that probably don't like me and one vampire that hates me the most, Stephy. Troy is so mad, when I heard about him being poisoned as a remedy for a hangover he had going on, I put two and two together. Fingers all point at me.

I slowly push the noisy vintage and really long gate open and step in then let it bang behind me. If I wasn't pocketing because of the morning chill I would try protecting my ears. I should be in school... Twenty minutes late for a Chem lesson. I'd rather be in a house with a million rooms I can be killed in than sit through a chemistry lesson involving The Mole... That shit drive me crazy.

I quickly walk across the beautiful but  not so neat highway. It's got dry maple leaves crunching under my feet as I progress closer and closer to that big dark brown mahogany door. I push the door and it swings open without me having to use the bell. The fact that I don't Smell the choking and nauseating smell of the dead already, the place is all cleaned up ...the whispers are still happening. They all just started whispering at the same time after I entered.

The floors are really shiny and slippery and are reflecting everything. This place is really beautiful. It's like going back in time. There's a long hallway with a staircase at the end and throught the hallway are doors opposite each other. This looks like a horrible place to live, no TV. I don't see any sockets and my phone is on power saving mode.

"It is beautiful, isn't it? " A female voice asks infront of me. I was staring up at the chandelier. I bet it's Stephy. The whispers die Immediately. I am meant to understand they serve as a bell. Isn't that haunting.

"It is. "I nod quickly. She is so angry at me for what I did. Well, what she did. I would not have needed the compulsion if she and her fat mouth had not told me about the other girls Troy has been sleeping with which I now realize isn't true.

"How did you know where to find me? A spell?" She is inquires.

"Trust me that never goes well. I know you guys grew up here. You look at it as some sort of a fortress...damn you are very hard working to have cleaned it up." I have to complement her for that. You know me and order. The nervousness is back on .

"You're sweet. How about we just skip to my best part?" She grabs my neck and dashes me to the wall and squeezes it. Her claws are  digging into my flesh. I really don't want to hurt her.

"You know, Troy would never forgive you if you killed her, Stephy. Let her go." I can see that it is Robert trying to help me. He's squeezing a blood bag into his mouth and not spilling it on himself or something, given I have never seen him in a color that is not white. Goes well with his long white hair he pulls back at all times.

Stephy's grip loosens,releasing me and I drop on the ground. Breathing hard and thankful to still have my life in me. I would hurt her too, but she wouldn't survive and Troy wouldn't forgive me either. I can't even focus enough to heal myself, I don't even get up immediately. Robert pulls her to his side and passes her the half filled blood bag. She stares weirdly at it.

"I don't like jokes. You know how I feed. Get that abomination away from my face, am Ok." She's catching her breath at the same time looking for her human part. Her eyes are slowly turning normal, the Vein sinking lower and her claws going back.

"I got kicked out of my own apartment because of that piece of shit. " She is pointing at me accusingly.

"Hey, I have a name. It's Rulia, buddy heard about it, bitch? " I ask her. My name is so lovely I don't see why she'd pick an insult instead. I support myself on the wall with creepy vintage patterns sticking out of it. Ignoring Robert's hand. If he's trying to be Elijah Mikaelson he might as well start with suits, hair and straightening up.