The Original Hybrid

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Damon and Stefan share confused glances. I roll my eyes at them and press my arm further against Damon’s neck as he winces. “Neither of you know what a hybrid is? Really?” They both shake their heads, Ellen does too but I choose to ignore her, so I groan dramatically before pulling my arm away. Damon falls to the concrete, and I momentarily forget about what he has done to Lexi.  

“I’m a vampire and a werewolf,” I begin to say, but Stefan opens his mouth to speak. “If I were a hybrid cross of vampire-werewolf-witch I would be able to magically seal your mouth shut while I talk. However, I am simply a hybrid. So you are going to need to not talk willingly, or else I will willingly snap your neck.”

Anna laughs quietly at my threat. She has heard me make it a thousand times before, but she has also seen me follow through with it a thousand times before.

“Not a goody two shoes anymore, sister?” Damon taunts me while rubbing his bruised neck, but I ignore him. I never was a goody two shoes. I was just more obedient and tolerant than Damon was. Now I am more reckless and irrational than him. People change.

“As I was saying… I am a hybrid, so I am both werewolf and vampire. I’m still not sure how that is possible. The only person who may know I have been avoiding for the past seventy years so… I probably won’t be finding out any time soon how I am what I am. All you two, well three, I guess, need to know is that my bite can and will kill you.” Stefan’s eyes widen at my words. God, how do I know so much more about vampire-werewolf culture than these two combined?

“Wait, that means that you were about to kill Damon!”

I can’t help but laugh at Ellen’s sudden outburst. “Precisely,” I say with a smirk. “How many brain cells did you just lose for coming up with that?” She looks offended, but I am only just getting started.

No one makes fun of my hair and gets away scot-free.

“Who is the person you’ve been avoiding?” Anna asks, and I shoot her a glare. She knows the answer to this. Why the hell is she bringing him up in front of my long lost brothers and their rude Katherine copy?

“I strongly suggest that you do not get on my bad side while I am here in Mystic Falls. I’ll spare Damon for now, but only because Lexi wouldn’t want him to suffer the way he will from my bite. It is worse torture than any Mikaelsons could ever give you,” I ramble while walking towards where Anna parked our car. Stefan and Damon seem unphased by the name I just dropped. Do they really not know about the Originals either? Yet everyone seems to be scared of the famous Salvatore brothers! “Annabelle and I will see you once you all figure out how to open this tomb. Oh, and be sure to invite me when you go to do it. The look on Damon’s face will be all the revenge I will need.”

Anna glares at me when I use her full name. She claims that Annabelle is not modern enough, so she hates it when I call her that. I only use it when I am particularly aggravated over something she did.

“Kariana,” Stefan calls my name right as I am about to get into the car. I look up at him with a bored look. “Do you need somewhere to stay?” He suddenly asks, and I can’t fight the disgusted look that appears on my face.

“Don’t try to play helpful twin brother now, Stef. That role disappeared the minute you killed our father. Normal brothers don’t do that.” I look at Damon who has gone back to his cool stance. “And they don’t kill their sister and brother’s best friend to protect their own behind either.”

“How will they know where to find you? I mean, once Damon knows how to open the tomb.”

I smile at Ellen’s question. Anna opens the driver’s side door and climbs in. The engine roars to life. I look all three of them in the eyes before responding with a smug smile.

“I’ll be around.”

~

Anna and I pull into what looked like an abandoned house from the outside, but I can see a light on inside. She parks the car and places the keys into my hand. That is her way of telling me that next time we go on a cross country mission I am driving.

We both get out and have an unspoken race to the front door. Anna wins and smiles triumphantly as she knocks. I ring the doorbell as I drop the car keys into my front pocket.

The door opens to reveal an older woman. She is rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.  

“Can I help you?” She asks us before letting out a yawn. I didn’t realize how late it is. Why the hell were my brothers at the Mystic Grill at ten past midnight?

“Hello, ma’am.” Anna starts the act that the two of us have preformed a million different times. “We’re sorry to bother you, but our car has run out of gas, and Ariana needs to call her parents to pick us up.” I nod along and pull out the dead cell phone that I carry around. I hold it up for the old woman to see, she squints her eyes and sees the blinking battery light, and then she smiles. “Come on in girls. Phone’s on the kitchen counter. You can help yourselves to whatever’s in the fridge- in moderation, of course!”

I give Anna a look telling her that we shouldn’t kill this woman. She seems to be very nice, and I have a moral rule that I do not kill anyone if they are currently innocent. In fact, I used to hang out by prisons back in the day so I could catch the escaping criminals and kill them rather than someone else. It is extremely rare that I drink from a child or elder, and even then I do not kill them like I would usually.

Anna gives me a slight nod of the head before she sticks her foot through the doorway. It passes through with ease, and we both follow the woman into her lovely home. I grab her wrist and she turns around.

“What’s your name?” I ask with a sweet smile. Another weird moral that I have: liking to know a person’s name before I compel them. That way if I compel them to forget everything they have ever known, I can at least tell them their name and the time of day!

“Jane.”

“What a pretty name…” Anna mumbles as she begins to look through Jane’s drawers. Jane is about to protest, but I gently guide her head to look me in the eyes.

“I like you, Jane, so we won’t be killing you. However, you cannot tell anyone what we are, or that we are staying here with you. Others may join us and you will have to invite them in as well. No one is allowed to come in unless you ask us first. You will bring us whatever we need. Food, clothes, blood, etcetera. Then when we are done with our task, you will forget all about Anna and I. You will return to your normal life once we have left, and you will never ever speak of us to anyone. Is this clear?”

Jane nods, still entranced by the compulsion, and my smile grows. “Fantastic.”