Edgewalkers

The man on the edge: the hybrid

Having overheard the conversation of the two journalists yesterday, I had started wondering. Why was I with the Mikaelsons in the first place? They didn't seem to approach just anyone, so why had Rebekah invited me to join them? When I asked her exactly that question, she answered: "You were treated unfairly when I first saw you, and then you made it clear that you did not want to listen to what people said about us. I liked that."

For a second, she looked at me and seemed to think. Then, she continued, "But you're not a permanent member of our group yet. We don't trust people that easily. Especially my brother Niklaus. He is very picky when it comes to who is allowed into the inner circle. Right now, you're just an acquaintance of ours."

I kept quiet. That wasn't so reassuring. What if the Mikaelsons lost their trust in me? Would I get tossed aside with no one to turn to? This drew up the question I'd already thought about yesterday once again. Would I ever really know them? Would I ever be a part of them? And did I even want that? Or were they involved with stuff I wanted no part of? Had Sophie been right?

If Niklaus Mikaelson decided I was not trustworthy enough, would even Rebekah neglect me?
Where would I go then? I had been labeled as a Mikaelson by everyone in school, except by the group themselves. I was neither a part of everyone else, nor did I fully belong to the people I hung out with. This was a tricky situation. It seemed like it was most definitely too late to turn back now. I just had to earn their trust.

While I was not completely accepted by the Mikaelsons, all of them were at least nice to me. Marcel wasn't with us all the time due to him "keeping the Fangs in check" as his girlfriend put it. Kol joked around a lot, he didn't really mind me being with them and since Davina and I got along very well, so did he and I. Rebekah was probably my closest friend of the bunch, which wasn't surprising since we shared many of the same interests.

Sitting with them at lunch had become normal. Kol was just telling me about how the family always got together for dinner and how a few days ago, he had accidentally spilled all his soup over his brother Elijah. Rebekah couldn't stop laughing, remembering her brother's shocked face.

"He was so pissed afterwards," Kol guffawed. "You should have seen him! It was hilarious!"
"I can imagine," I chuckled.
"Do you have any recent stories like that?" Davina asked out of interest.

I shook my head. "Unfortunately, I don't. Back in Mystic Falls, my mother was usually out late and here, I live alone, meaning I can only accidentally spill something on myself."

Davina let her head rest on her hand. "Doesn't that get lonely?"
"A bit," I admitted.
"Why don't you just come over to our place today? I'm sure Elijah won't mind another stomach to fill," Rebekah suddenly suggested. Davina excitedly nodded. "It will be nice to show you the mansion!"

"Sure thing!" I gladly accepted. I would never decline free food.
"Awesome! I'll give Elijah a call!" Rebekah declared. When she returned, she smiled at me, indicating it was okay for me to accompany them later on.

"Oh, just one more thing." She turned to her brother. "Kol, you'll have to drive home. Nik has decided to head off and do business and Elijah is tending to the cooking."
Did that mean Niklaus wouldn't eat with us?
"With what car am I supposed to drive?" Kol enquired.

"Nik left the Porsche around the corner. He said you should have the keys with you," Rebekah stated. Kol snapped his fingers to agree with her. "That I do."

When school was over, I followed the family outside and we waited for Kol to pull up with the car.

"Everyone, welcome aboard!" he yelled out the car window when he stopped in front of us. I entered in the back with Rebekah and Davina. Never before had I sat in such an expensive car. For the other two, this was no big deal.