anne

24 | I have Dreams, when I'm awake, when I'm asleep

TVD - S5 E18 - the night before 

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A few days after she'd returned to Seattle, she told Charles that she'd be out of town for a while on a different case, and reminded him that he would be safe with some of Klaus' men watching over them. 

She was left with little choice but to compel her boss to give her indefinite leave—despite her reluctance to use her Vampire powers on the job. Then all that was left was to decide where she would spend the next month or so, and who it would be with. She thought of Rebekah but she knew Klaus was still hotly tempered about her, and she didn't want to start anything. So, she called her other friend to ask what was up.

"Tell me, friend, what news is there in the good town of Mystic Falls?" Anne threw herself down on the couch in the morning and lay on her back, crossing her legs in the air and playing with her hair.

"Literally nothing," Damon said, "Everyone's either studying, drinking, or avoiding conflict. It's absolutely, painstakingly boring. You should come down, join me and Enzo in our drunken, single, misadventures."

Anne grinned, "Well, wouldn't you know, I was just about to ask to come and visit."

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It was late at night when Anne arrived in Mystic Falls, her rental car she got at the airport was running low on gas, so she'd stopped by a gas station to fill it up. As she put her credit card in, a brisk wind blew throughout the trees, making the leaves chime in the breeze and carrying the smell of the dewy grass.

These simple interactions between the elements of nature always calmed Anne, pulling her back to her roots when she was a human; raised to garden, grow, and harvest. Had it not been for her current job in the city and her natural knack for solving things and getting in trouble doing so, she would've liked to live somewhere more distant from technology and society. If she was totally honest, she missed the simplicity of her human life as a farmer and Viking, but the rise in technology did result in heated floors and spas, so there wasn't much room to complain.Her thoughts were interrupted by a faint whooshing.

Anne turned around and saw nothing. Confused, she called out, "You may as well show yourself. You'll get nothing out of hiding, you know."

Spinning around once more, she found no difference. So she raised a brow, put her wallet into the car, and put the gas pump into the tank. As it filled up automatically, the 'whooshing' noise returned again, stronger than before.

Anne whipped her head up and saw a woman, standing in the middle of the road with her back facing her. Anne paused and frowned, calling out, "Hello? You okay?"

The woman whirled around to reveal herself. She was tall, with brown hair and brown eyes, clothed in a white dress from the Elizabethan era. Oddly enough, her attire wasn't the thing that struck Anne with curiosity. It was, instead, the sudden British accent blabbering a whole heap of words.

"You must be Marianne! It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Well, in person I mean. I've seen you plenty before. You look so much like him!"

Anne's mouth hung open, completely baffled by this overstimulating impression at a gas station in the middle butt fuck nowhere.

"Excuse me?"

The woman made an 'o' face, and clicked her fingers, lifting up the bottom of her dress to make jogging over to Anne easier. Anne put a hand between them, "No, no. Ah, ah, ah. Stay back."

"Oh, no, please. I'm not going to hurt you-"

Anne arched a brow, "I'm not worried about that."

"Oh?"