Shattered

2

I walk over to my side of the attic, and grab my canvas. I feel something move within my gut, and feel the fire light to my blood. I scream in pain, and hear footsteps. I look to see Father Kieran, and he runs over to me. He sees the scar on my hand light up, and his face goes pale. I tuck my head between my knees and cry.

The pain slowly subsides, and he looks at me. "Are you Okay now?" He asks, and I nod. "Peachy." I say, then stand up with his help. I walk over to my bed, and grab my glass of water from my nightstand. I gulp it down, then grab my phone. I dial Marcel's number, and watch Kieran walk out.

Livi! What's up? Are you okay?!
A witch. Someone was doing magic.
Okay. I'll take care of that. Are YOU okay?! That's all I'm worried about. Do I need to come back?
No. I'm okay. Kieran was here. He held me through it, so I didn't seize. Where are you though. It sounds like your having some issues.
I'm with some old buddies of mine. Livi, I have to go. I'll see you in a little bit. I'm gonna text you a phone number. Call it if you need anything.
Okay. Adios 'mishaamigo'.

I hang up, and sigh. My phone rings, and I look down to see a number below his name. I clear the message from my lock screen, and open my phone. I get on Netflix, and turn on Supernatural. There my husband comes on the screen, and I smile. "Hiya, Sammy." He says, and I squeal. I wish Dean Winchester was here. Then he'd just off all the vamps like Diego.

Elijah's POV
I can't stop thinking about the girl. I don't know who she is, but she seems troubled. I sense something dark in her, and it quite worries me. Marcel seems to be close to her, but that will only be bad for her. This makes her easy leverage. I pity anyone who can be used as leverage when my family and I are around.

Olivia's POV
I groan in boredom, and look at my phone. Heyyyyyy. I have that phone number. I know Marcel said to call it if I needed anything, but I need entertainment. Technically I'm not doing anything bad. I go onto the phone number, and call it.

Hello?
Who's this?
I'm sorry. You called me.
Yes, but I got your number. So what's your name.
Who is this?
I asked you first.
I demand you tell me.
Demand? Huh? Well listen here, buddy boy. Nobody demands me.
My apologies. My name is Elijah Mikealson. And you are?
Mikealson huh? That name sounds familiar. Hey, are you related to that Klaus Mikealson guy that walked in the bar and freaked Marcel out?
Ah. Is this the girl that Marcel ordered out of the bar, who also bumped into my brother?
Sure is.
Well, then you'd be happy to know this is also the guy who you were talking to when you sat down.
What?
Remember. I believe you said something about 'drinking like it's candy'.
Oh! It's you! Cooli! I never got your name! Well, Elijah. How's life.
You know you still haven't told me your name.
Ugh. Do you have to know?
I would like to.
Well, Mr. fancy pants, my name is Olivia Labonair.
Did you say Olivia Labonair?
Yes. Those words literally came out of my mouth not even a minute ago.
Your Marcel's friend.
Yes. Marvels my home slice. But don't worry. He's not my bestie. Nope that's Davina.
Well it seems I have to go.
No! I'm bored. Your entertaining with all your fancy ness.
I will talk to you later, Ms. Olivia Labonair.
Ugh! Fine! Bya, Mr. Fancypants.

He hangs up, and I throw myself onto the bed and groan. I'm boreeeeed!