The Hybrid and his Mistress

Part 4

Created: Wednesday, Dec 13, 2017, 2:41 PM

Hi friends. Here goes the latest installment of this Untitled story. As of now, I've only had one suggestion for a title and the more I think about it, the more I like it. So you want to contribute, make sure that you do it before Chapter 6, because that is when I will being changing the title. So, I've decided to never post from the app again, or until they fix it up a bit more, because as I was typing this on my computer, I just realized how much I missed the little dividers I use to denote a scene change that the app totally disregards (not to mention spacing issues and totally getting rid of my bolds and italics).

Now, all those typos, that is totally me. My bad. I'm not using a normal word processor like Word which would normally catch all those things, I'm actually using Evernote, which is like this note thing..duh...but I like it better because it's easier to organize my notes and it while it does have a spellcheck function, it doesn't pop up all the time (like word) talking about this is a passive sentence, blah blah blah. Like, bitch, did I ask you if my sentence was passive? Anywho. I'll go back and clean up the previous chapters formatting and spelling. I'm surprised nobody has said anything about it already...thank for being awesome and overlooking my faults guys! Onward!

Updated: Saturday, Jun 03, 2023, 7:22 PM

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Klaus Mikaelson was brooding at the bar of the Mystic Grille, with a tumbler of bourbon in hand, when she walked in. Nay, strutted. She definitely strutted. He had been there for a while, bemoaning his life and plotting destruction of the Salvatores and company. He had just gotten everything ready to wake up his brothers and sister. The mansion he so painstakingly designed and refurbished (with his own hands...and help from his hybrids), and the murder of their father who had been hunting them all since their rebirth as creatures of the night. But all of this meant nothing now that Stefan Salvatore, a man he once called brother, decided to steal the coffins of his actual siblings from right under his nose. He knew he should have hidden them somewhere else.

So yeah, he was brooding a little bit. He'd earned it. But all that changed the moment he caught a whiff of lightening and power. Orchids and almonds. And he turned his head to watch the most beautiful creature he'd ever had the pleasure of gazing upon, walk through the door. And that was saying something, seeing as how long he'd been around and the sheer amount of faces he'd seen.

She was a petite thing, this woman. She was dressed in all black, as if in mourning, from her platform thigh high boots to the shades that hid her eyes from his interested view. Her skin was all cream and roses, nails black to match her clothes and pointed dangerously. What he could see of her face was a masterpiece, he could paint it everyday for a millennium and not get tired of it. Her pouted lips were full and turned down a bit at the corners as if she wasn't a fan of smiling, high aristocratic cheekbones, dark perfectly arched brows, and curly black hair piled atop her head in a bun. Her scent and looks were the epitome of lovely. He was reminded of a quote, 'Though she be but little, she is fierce.'

One more thing. In addition to the designer tote she was carrying, there was also another burden she had with her. A child. A baby. Wrapped to her chest with a black sling. Almost blending in with the rest of her attire, the child was so still. No matter. He would get to know her. He just needed to amend his thinking to get to know her child as well.

She looked around the Grille upon her entrance, and found herself a seat in a booth near the back.

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Eris Black (previously known as Willow Potter) was quite knackered. She had just flown in from New York, after a flight from London. And while she was happy the House Elves had finished all her moving for her, they were still unpacking and so weren't quite ready to begin cooking. She bundled Teddy up, and hopped in her Black Escalade (she liked these American cars, so luxurious and over the top) searching for the nearest watering hole.