The Original Queen. (Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction)

Chapter 17: Bree's Bar.

Recap:

"That's cuz we told her," Stefan replied, looking at Klaus with disgust. "We're grateful that you brought her home. But she will not be a pawn in your games,"

"Otherwise you'll find that a certain minx of a sister of yours will be, uh, how should I say it, slaughtered," Damon said as he smiled sadistically at Klaus.

In an instant, Klaus's mood changed even though he looked a little calm. "My dear sister would rip your pathetic little heart out before you have the chance to grab a stake," and was satisfied when he saw that Damon stepped down slightly. Klaus smirked at the duo and turned to walk away, pulling out his phone. Damon had reached behind his back, where a stake was tucked in under his jacket and was about to strike Klaus's back when Stefan stood in front of him.

"No, not yet," Stefan muttered. "Plus that wouldn't help," he added as he looked at the weak looking stake.

"But Talia- Klaus!" Damon spoke. "How-?"

Chapter 17:

Talia's POV:

I couldn't forget the angry looks my Dad, Stefan and Damon threw at Klaus who was supporting me by my waist, a smirk on his face. Why were they so angry that someone bought me back safe and sound? Sobering up, my head was hurting so bad.

"That'll teach you to drink again," Dad said as he handed me a glass of water and a couple of aspirins. 

"Nurgh," an inhumane noise escaped from my mouth and I blanched, swallowing the disgusting tablets. I put my head in my hands and just sat still. Suddenly it occurred to me that I'm some kind of a witch, I can do some witchy spell and bam! The hangover will be gone. Please hangover begone. Please hangover begone. Please hangover begone. I repeated these three words in my head as I rocked back and forth then opened one eye to see the others giving me a weird look. Pfft, they're just jealous.

"What?" I asked defensively. Then I noticed that the headache was completely gone! I smiled and stood up. "I'm hungry," I announced, shocking the others. "What?"

"How is it that you're not puking your guts out? I mean you're supposed to be hungover!" Damon spoke, looking incredulously at me. You're just jealous I smirked in my head.

"Because I did some witchy juju spell and lo and behold, hangover gone!!" I smiled at each of them. "Now, where is da food at? I'm ravished," I carried on walking before turning back to my dad, who looked stumped for words. "Dad, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been drinking alcohol. First and last time I drink it, I swear. I'm just glad that Klaus bloke bought me back. He seems nice enough. How come you guys were glaring at him?"

"Sweetie. He's Klaus," dad said.

I nodded slowly and replied, "I know, I just said, didn't I?"

"He means he's Klaus, the original vampire. The one who is after Elena's life," Stefan spoke and my mouth formed an 'o'.

Third Person POV:

"Bloody hell," Talia uttered. She started to pace the living room, her hunger slowly disappearing. "Bloody hell," she repeated and Alaric looked at her, concern evident in his eyes. "But he seems so... so normal!"

"Sweetie, are you ok? I mean, you're hungover a few minutes ago and now I just told you about Klaus. Plus you found out about vampires, wolves and witches," Alaric now walked up to his daughter and put his hands on her shoulders, causing her to raise her bruised shoulder slightly due to the light pressure. "Are you okay?"

"Dad. I feel like this is a dream and I'm just gonna wake up to a normal day back in England. But now... hearing all this. It's just surreal," Talia stuttered as she spoke. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again. "I'll be fine. I mean, yeah. I'll be okay. I mean, Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie and Tyler are still the same people, just have different food preferences to me. Lexi too. Lexi is a vampire, right? I mean, she's your oldest mate," she addressed Stefan who nodded.