Lightbringer | Kai Parker Fanfic

Twelve

I can hear voices inside the room but nothing distinct. I look left and right, glad that the first floor corridor is empty; everybody is busy partying downstairs, I don't expect anyone to come up and interrupt. I want to, though; interrupt. I feel like something big is going on and my stomach twists with apprehension. And excitement. My heart is beating at high speed; this is so close to blowing my cover.

When voices raise, arguing, I don't think about it twice and open the door, entering the room in an unsteady, tipsy step. All heads snap to me, and one glance is enough for me to assess the situation. The three vampires, the twins, Tyler holding a hunting knife filled with witch Light, Cute-Gemini-guy standing on his own.

"Here you all are!" I shout, way too loud to sound sober, and they all watch me awkwardly walk my way to them.

"What is that," Damon asks with a wince as I spin clumsily.

"Andy?"

"What is she doing here?" Enzo asks.

"Andy, go back downstairs," Luke warns me.

"It feels like one of those nights, this place is too crowded, too many cool kids..." I sing, sort of dancing, as I get closer to them, distractingly taking an elastic band off my wrist to tie my hair into a high ponytail.

"Did she just sing Taylor Swift?" Damon whispers.

"She's drunk," Liv says, coming my way. "I've got this." She grabs my elbow and pulls toward the door. "Come on, Dee, let's go back to the party."

"What? No!" I shout with a pout. "There's too many people. I prefer your counter-party; it looks fun!"

"Trust me, it's not," she says, while I discreetly pull until we're closer to Tyler and the Gemini stranger.

"Oh, hey, hot guy from the bar," I greet him with a candid smile.

"Hi," my dancing partner says, looking like he's having fun.

Stefan clears his throat, "Hm-mm, Liv? Do you need help?"

"What do you say we ditch this place and go for some real fun?" I ask the witch.

He gives me the widest smile and arches a playful brow, while Liv is still pulling at my elbow.

"Not him, Andy," she says with authority.

"Chop, chop, little Parker; get rid of her already," Damon urges.

"Why not?" I ask Liv. "You jealous?"

"Ewe, gross! No! He's my brother."

"Your brother?" I repeat, facing her.

That's when the pieces fall together and I look up at him. The guy with whom I flirted all night is a murderer; and by the looks of it, he's about to obtain a very mysterious artifact that is filled with very powerful magic. My witch-gone-astray inner alarm goes off and I immediately know what I'm supposed to do. Stop whatever dangerous exchange is going on, retrieve magical artifact, take out the witch if I have time. "Yeah," Liv confirms weakly.

I've stopped debating, so she is gently letting go of my arm while sharing a glance with said brother. That is when I turn to him and tilt my head, slightly smiling, "Which makes you... Malachai Parker."

"It does," he smiles back.

"Wait. How does she know that?"

"Good," I assure, taking a step closer. "Cause there's a death warrant on you."

There is a beat of general surprise, long enough for them all to frown or blink. And then I act. With one, smooth kick in Tyler's hand and a well-calculated lunge, the hunting knife lands in my hand. Tyler is already onto me, trying to get it back, but I'm too fast and too strong for him. It only takes me a couple punches to lie him down. That's when Damon and Stefan both come for me with their vampire speed.