Translucent (Legacies FF)

3.

"Great, welcome to jail." I mutter under my breath, toying with the keys in my hand.

"Milton Greasely, report to the office." Alaric calls through the announcer. A guy with an Afro barrels through the open doors, taking in the new girl's looks. "Sorry, MG. This is Taylor Salvatore."

"Thanks for the intro, but no one cares who you are anymore. I'll find my own way around." I push past M.G. and face the new reality.

"Mr. Saltzman clearly stated for me to show you around."

"Look, Milton, I'm not planning on staying very long, so don't get caught up in my drama."

"If you want to survive in this world, I suggest you shut up and follow me."

"Fine, but only because you're pretty hot." He takes the lead as I pull my leather jacket higher up on my shoulders and pull a ringlet of hair from behind my ear to frame my face.

A blonde and black-haired girl greet M.G. in the hallway.

"Morning, M.G."

"Morning, girls. This is-"

"Taylor Salvatore."

"I'm Lizzie and this is my fraternal twin sister, Josie."

"Nice to meet you guys. I don't plan on staying very long, but you two seem nice enough to spend time with."

"Come on, we'll show you around." Josie offers.

"Thanks, but Milton was showing me around first." He looks down at me and smiles. It's so infectious that I end up giggling.

"Let us know if you need anything."

"Seems like you'll definitely fit in here. You sure aren't afraid to say what's on your mind."

Hope Mikaelson to the office. Again, Hope Mikaelson!

Hope pats my shoulder and runs back the way we came. Another guy runs into me as we continue to the dorm rooms on the second floor. My whole body aches and I'm left with a pounding headache which causes me to slump against the nearest wall. "What's wrong?" Milton asks, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes.

"Nothing, I'm fine now." What I had seen was gruesome; a piece of Rafael's memories. He was chained up and was battered, bleeding bruises and slashes across his chest. His eyes glowed a bright amber and he was covered in coarse hair almost like an animal. "I saw something."

"What was it?" Rafael asks. He was doomed.

"You with glowing eyes chained to a brick wall in a dark room. I couldn't quite tell where it was exactly."

"Damn it! No one should be able to see those!" Rafael explodes.

"Rafael, calm down. Wait, how'd I know your name? I'm sorry, let's get back to the present."

"I shouldn't have exploded like that, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

"You're forgiven. Now, help me up?" Rafael offers his hand. "Thanks. Now about those memories....."

-W-

The dorm room has two separate bedrooms, a mini kitchen, and a living room. It was well-decorated and looked as though some magical creature had gotten ahold of the decor-only button.

"Hey! You must be Taylor."

"Who else would I be?"

"Clearly not anyone else. Your room's on the right and the bathroom is stocked as well as the kitchen."

"What are you?" I ask, entering my room, my bag open wide.

"A witch. What about you?"

"I don't know yet. Hope Mikaelson says vampire, but there's something weird about me."

"Milton Greasely seemed to be all over you."

"That's pretty much none of your business, although he's all yours."

"First of all, don't assume my sexuality. Second of all, I'm not someone you want to mess with. Third, I'm Josie's ex, so try to not be a complete total bitch. The name's Penelope."

"Looks like she had pretty good taste."