The Original's Mate

Chapter Seven: Hiding From the Hybrid

Arabella's: POV

"MOM OPEN THE DOOR!" I yelled from outside my house I could hear my mom moving around inside before finally opening the door. "What, can't you open the door by yourself ?" Mom asked while turning away to go back to whatever she was doing. "Wait I can't come in." I say while trying to go after her. "And why not?" She asked with a angry look on her face while stairing at me. "Because you need to invite me in." I compeled. "Come in." I gave my mom a smile before walking in and runing upstairs. "Bella open the damn window it's cold out here." Imogen said while knocking on my window. "What do you want Imogen it's three o'clock in the morning?" I ask while opening the window and then falling back down on the bed. "I don't have time to explain we gotta pack." At these words I sat up and watched as she used her vamp speed to pack me a couple of suit cases. "Why are we packing?" I ask while getting up and going to the bathroom to pack my bathroom toileries. "Klaus has returned to his true form." "Really, who cares, I mean why are we leaving I mean i'm the best protection Elena has." "Because right now Klaus isn't after Elena." "Then who's he after?" "You." After packing up all of my things I was in a car on my way to Imogen's house in New Orleans it wasn't long before Imogen was getting a call from an unknown number. "Imogen's phone this is Arabella speaking how may I help you?" I ask in a profesional tone causing Imogen to laugh. "Arabella just the girl I was looking for." A heavnly voice said causing me to shiver in delight. "Let me guess, Klaus?" I ask making Imogen look at me and grip the steering wheel tighter. "Correct love now tell me where are you?" "Somewhere sorry Klaus I gotta go the phones dying bye." I say while hanging up on him only for the phone to ring again except this time it wasn't Klaus but Damon. "Damon's calling." I say while looking over at Imogen. "Tell him I said to fuck off that were over." "Ok." I said while answering the phone. "Hi Damon, Imogen said to tell you to fuck off and that you guys are over bye." I say before hanging up the phone. "What'd he do?" "He won't come to New Orleans with us." "Let me guess your over until we get back?" "Yup." "Ok." I say while sliding down in my seat I hope we get to go home soon but until then i'm going to enjoy my time in New Orleans.