Translucent (Legacies FF)

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Flashback
May 20th, 2017

"You can't do this. It's my birthday!"

"Your mother and I are beyond fed-up with your constant partying. No more of this. Now get out." My father stands in my bedroom doorway, a suitcase in his hands. I open and close my mouth in disbelief as reality sets in.

"You're kicking me out?!" I snatch the suitcase and stuff clothes inside as well as my computer and cell phone.

"The parking tickets and other fees of your partying attitude has finally run us down. Now out or I'm calling the cops!"

"Fuck you, Dad!" You sneered. Packing the little other necessities you'd need, you grab your keys and pull the cords apart to strap your bag onto the back of your motor-powered bike. The keys slide into the ignition as you slip your leg over the bike, awakening the beast. You offer a gesticulation towards your father standing the garage.

-W-

The beast rumbles as I pull into the parking lot of a local food chain restaurant and slip my cell phone out. Three messages. One sent twenty minutes ago.

Dad
Your credit card will be frozen by tomorrow night so prepare for it, you ungrateful bitch.

Damon Salvatore
Have anywhere to go? (Sent 1 hour ago)

Klaus Mikaelson
Stay safe and healthy, Taylor. (Sent two years ago)

I smile at the last one. Klaus Mikaelson, the Great Evil. More like a great friend and companion.

Damon Salvatore, my biological father, hadn't been seen for five years. Now this text offered peace and hope that he was alive.

The door to the restaurant slams open and a man with red eyes exits, blood dripping down the front of his tux. I duck down to avoid being seen by the creature and plant my hands on the glass door handle, and step inside. A headless corpse rests on the bar, the head hung above on a nail peg. The stench of a thousand corpses hangs in the air.

Another red-eyed creature is slumped against a pillar, feeding on a young woman who's in dire need of surgery.

The switch of a revolver rings out from behind me as the creature is punctured in the chest by a bullet leaving an awful smell. The shooter steps into the sunlight and points his small gun towards me.

"Don't shoot, I'm not one of them."

"Prove it," he slices the top of his arm open with a glass shard and I pass a bandage I found on the bar, which he disses. "Okay, so you're not reactive to the blood. Why didn't they attack you?"

"That's what I'd like to know."

"Because those were vampires, Mystic Falls' worst enemy."

"I know what vampires are, thanks. I've read my fair share of Anne Rice novels."

"I don't believe you."

"Want me to walk out into the sunlight?"

"Alright, you're free to go. Not even a bloodsucker would say that. I'm Matt Donovan, chief of police."

"Taylor Salvatore."

"Any relation to the Salvatore brothers?"

"Damon is my father."

"On your way then."

I gather my purse and skip out the door to the alley.