Her brand new black Prada heels clicked along the floors of the hallway as she looked up at the numbers of each compartment. Her hands were shoved deep into the pockets of her Belstaff Lola Blouson leather jacket which covered her brand new D&G black t-shirt that she got when she was in New York, that‘s where she got the phone call. The keys of the compartment were in the right back pocket of her black diesel jeans, the new women’s edition. She‘d managed to get a copy of the keys from a friend and made her way over as soon as she could. Her blonde hair curled to perfected sat perfectly along her shoulders and spread and swayed along her back with each step she took while her side fringe was swept to the side. Her deep sapphire blue eyes scanned the numbers intently. She could hear the blood bags she’d packed swishing about in her new black prada bag, the sound was actually making her slightly hungry but she knew he’d need all the blood he could get now that he’s been weakened like this. She had to find him before either one or both of the Salvatores got there or the hunter she’d been so cautiously warned about, they refused to tell her the hunters name, they just warned her that he was stronger than any of them. She knew it was a risk coming out here and that it was probably one she could regret in a few years time but she had to save him. She wouldn’t lose him, not again, not like this. She just had to find him.
She turned yet another corner and carried on her journey down the line scanning each number. She’d just been lucky the witch she’d convinced to help her wasn’t exactly the Salvatore’s biggest fan and agreed to help her the moment she explained her plan to ruin the Salvatore‘s and their precious little doppelganger. She was beginning to get impatient as she felt as though she had been walking the exact same halls for a thousand more years. She had been warned that there was a hunter on the loose with an immortal white oak stake and that she had to be extremely careful, but since when did she ever listen to anybody‘s advise about what she should do. Her footsteps echoed through the empty place. She looked up at the compartment infront of her. 1012. A wicked grin spread along her blood red lips, she was getting closer. A noise made her whip round as the light above her head started to flicker slightly. She hurried her way up the corridor.
1015, 1016, 1017, 1018, 1019 and finally 1020
She took a deep breath as she yanked off the lock and forced the door upwards. She coughed a little as dust hit her. She had to squint her eyes as her hand scanned the walls for a light switch. A dull light came on above her head allowing her eyes to finally scan all the junk the Salvatore’s had shoved into the compartment. Slap bang in the middle of the compartment was a huge red oak coffin that covered most of the compartment. She walked over to it carefully, still deciding on wither or not to open it or not. Did she really want to face him? Would he forgive her after the way she spoke to him just before she left?
She inhaled and exhaled slowly before making up her mind. She pulled the coffin lid up slowly. His skin was grey and cracked in some places. His light blond hair was shorter than when she had last seen him, it had been three hundred years since they’d last seen each other, but other than that he still looked the exact same. A smile covered her lips as she remember how he used to be before he found out there was a way to break the curse placed on him by his bitch of a mother. She gritted her teeth as she thought about the woman so heartless she killed her children to turn them immortal then tried to do it again. She jumped back in surprise when his blue eyes snapped open before moving to meet her. She frowned she looked into his eyes, they used to be so full of light and mischief but were not dull and lifeless. He looked a shadow of his former self. He looked nothing like the man she had stormed out on three hundred years ago without turning back. His eyes stared mindlessly into hers, she wasn’t sure if he knew she was there or not, or wither he was in denial that she was there to help him.
She slowly reached into her bag and pulled out one of the blood bags. She grabbed a straw and poked it through the top of the blood bag before allowing her fangs to drop down from her gums with a pop as her eyes turned black, she felt the veins swimming underneath them. The predator in her was out. She pulled up her jacket sleeve slowly before sinking her fangs deep into her wrist, hissing as she did so. ‘ He better bloody appreciate this’ was the only thought on her mind as she allowed her blood to drip slowly into his mouth. She quickly pulled her wrist away before grabbing the blood bag. She placed the straw between his lips and tipped it up slowly so the crimson liquid flowed through the straw and into his mouth. She saw his throat move as he gulped it down. His eyes fell close as she removed the blood bag and allowed the blood she’d given him mixed with the human blood to do the magic. She grabbed the chains and used all her force to pull them off with one hand as she knew he’d be too weak to do it himself.
She grabbed a plastic garden chair that had been sitting the other side of the coffin before resting her feet upon the bottom half of the coffin. She began examining her nails in a bored fashion.
After what felt like house she finally heard a sharp gasp and panting as she saw he began to sit up. He didn’t see her because of the coffin lid. He slowly climbed out the coffin stretching his aching muscles. She used her left foot to slam the coffin lid shut. He spun round to face her growling. His eyes were black with a yellow iris, he had a set of vampire fangs plus a set of werewolf fangs beside them. She huffed and raised her eyebrows at him.
His jaw dropped in shock as he took in her appearance. His eyes immediately turning back to their light blue colour they were before, they were now graced with the brightness she had missed. His eyes scanned her face as they bulged out of his head at her.
‘’About time, do you have any idea how long I’ve been sitting here. I’m thee most impatient person ever and you take forever to wake up. Not a good way to get on my good list now is it’’ she snapped sarcastically over towards him. His mouth moved as if trying to form words that shock had taken from his lips
He stared at her in a confused manner as if he was hallucinating and she wasn‘t actually there. She waved up towards him to show him that it was her and that she was actually sitting infront of him and so it wasn‘t just his mind playing tricks on him, she was real. He thought she was dead, he flinched as he remembered the harsh words they had traded on the last night they saw each other before she ran out the door and never came back. Klaus remembered how worried he was about her when she didn’t come back but he knew she could handle herself
‘’Larisa?’’ he finally chocked out. His voice sounded hoarse from lack of use.
The moment her name left his lips a smile broke out onto her face as he continued to stare at her in shock.
‘’Hello dad, miss me?’’
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