Goodbyes are only the beginning{a Klaus Mikaelson/TVD fan fiction}~DISCONTINUED~

Chapter Five

Shyera's POV

I woke up at the crack of dawn, rather sloppily, the sunlight shone straight down onto my face, I held up my hand in front of my face, covering my eyes. I groaned my voice heavy with sleep, as I rolled out of my bed landing on my bottom on the floor, the fall woke me up as I stood up with the support of the bed running a hand through my tousled hair trying to get it out of my vision. I looked down only to see my tank top had crawled up my stomach and had managed to stay in the position, it was in when I woke up, even after falling down. I didn't know why I woke up so early. I decided to get into the shower and took a rather long one. As I got into the shower I felt the warm water rush down onto my face then onto my body. I got out and started searching my closet for an outfit. I soon slipped into black skinny jeans and a white tank top that had the words 'bite me' plastered across it with a pair of fangs, I chuckled looking at it thinking it was really ironic. As I walked down the stairs I put on my leather jacket.

"Alright, let's go" I announced, looking up from my phone realizing it was still really early and that all the guys must be sleeping. So I decided to call Caroline up. After three rings she picked up

"Hey Care!" I exclaimed with a perky tone

"Hey Shyera, why did you call me at this time of the morning" she whined, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Get up!" I said

"Oh c'mon it's barely 6:30 a.m! Can't I just sleep?!" she whined once again

"No way, get up! We have a big day a head of us! I'll be at yours' in 5" and with that I hung up not waiting for a reply. I started to her house.

~Time Skip~

"Did you see what Klaus looked like?" Stefan asked, curiosity covering his green orbs "No, he escaped before I could wake up" Came Ric's blunt reply. I rolled my eyes, they had been asking so many questions lately it had started to get under my skin. Currently we were at the Gilbert residence. "Let me get this clear, you want me to look out for someone I've never seen before in my life, and try and protect myself and my best friends life?" I asked boredom clearly lacing my voice "Calm down, Shyera! You're only going on the biggest adventure of your life!" said Damon, sarcastically. "Hey, what about me? You wouldn't protect me?" Asked Chazz dramatically raising his hand to where his heart is "Ugh, stop being so overly dramatic or I'll make Klaus feed of you myself! And anyway, you can take care of yourself" I said "What do you mean?" asked Chazz "Look, you're not a baby anymore and I can't stand up for you anymore, we only have an 11 month difference, it's not like it's 11 years!" I retorted. All I got in return was my black haired brothers' pout, jutting out his lower lip as he batted his eye lashes slightly "Oh brother, that look doesn't work on me, I've become resistant to giving in" I stated honestly and I was soon nudged by Bonnie.

Chazz sighed in defeat, "Okay fine, but don't come crawling back to me for help for protection, it's every Vaughn for themselves now!" "Not entirely, we still have our friends you know" I remarked crossing my hands over my chest and leaned against the wall. "I see your point, but we can't get help from each other, agreed?" he asked for confirmation "agreed" I confirmed. "Well I'm off to the Mystic Grill, you're more than welcome not to join me" I said walking towards the door emphasizing on 'not' because I didn't want anyone barging into my me-time. I sauntered over to the Mystic Grill not giving a care in the world about what is going on right now. I soon entered the Mystic Grill and the eyes of people were on me, I walked to the bar calling out, "Matty! Hey! Can I get a drink please?" I asked, my voice perky "Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?" asked a masculine voice I didn't recognize, soon the man who asked me that, turned to me.

I had to admit. He was absolutely striking, angular cheekbones and bright blue eyes. My eyes flicked down to his perfectly shaped lips, unable to help myself. I smiled at him sheepishly realizing I was staring "Haha yeah... but I just needed to get a load of my chest" "Well, mind if I join you?" He asked, smirking "Uh, yeah sure why not, Matt I'll have a bourbon please" I said, noticing the mans smirk had turned into a full blown grin, "That's a little strong, don't you think?" he asked as Matt he passed a glass and I smiled and nodded my head to thank him, as I turned to look at the man I realized he had dimples, "Well, you can blame my taste of drinks on my uncle" Saying that made a small smile graced it's way onto my lips because when I first moved to this town I hated alcohol and now I love it thanks to Damon. "I don't think I've properly introduced myself, I'm Nik" the man said "Shyera" was my simple reply, I held my hand out for him to shake but unexpectedly he took my hand and gently placed a delicate kiss on the back of it, a pink tinge hit my cheeks as I looked away.

I took a sip of my bourbon enjoying the burning sensation gliding down my throat. "Shyera, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" as he said that I noticed that he had a thick English accent, quite similar to my own, I was born in England and I spent 2 years of my life there, then I moved to New Orleans but I couldn't seem to shake off my accent. "Thank you" I smiled, then turned and downed my drink, I grimaced at the bitter taste. That seemed to make Nik chuckle. Turning in my chair to completely face him I asked, "So Nik, where are you from?" "Here and there around England" he said with a smile "So like a English gypsy?" I asked, unsure of myself "Haha you can put it that way" he said, laughing. I smiled at him before asking him if he wanted to play some pool luckily, he agreed.

"So, Nik, is that short for something?" I asked curiously "Yes, it's short for Niklaus" he said "I like that name, but can it be shortened to something else other than Nik?" I asked "Why yes of course, on most occasions I am also referred to as Klaus" as he said that my eyes widened and my grip on my cue stick was so tight so much so that my knuckles had turned a deathly white, "Klaus..." I whispered "Yes, oh and pass this message to my doppelgänger, it shouldn't be much longer now until the time has come" Klaus lowered his voice to just above a whisper as he circled me as if I was his prey. I gave a tiny nod "Good, until next time love" he said, and with that he walked away leaving me all alone with my knees wobbling and a whimper of fear threatening to escape my mouth...

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