The Lost One [rewrite, the vampire diaries fanfic]

6. Breathing your love

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"Miss Angeline Petrova," Elijah Mikaelson kissed Ava's hand and she curtsied. "This is a true pleasure." She had her hair on curls and she had a light blue dress with an open neck. She had her silver family necklace on her neck.

"Quit the formalities Elijah. She is practically a part of our family," Rebekah said with a small smile and pulled the girl into a warm hug. The beautiful white mansion was on the owning of the Mikaelsons. It was huge and Ava knew they were rich. That's what her father had told her. Now deceased father because of Klaus. And for that she was always grateful to them. For taking her in after her father's death.

"Ava," Klaus walked to her and took her by the hand. He had appeared from no where but started leading her into the beautiful garden. It was truly an amazing house. "I hope my siblings didn't bother you."

"Not at all, they were most kind." Her proper english let out. First Rebekah hadn't approoved her but somehow the blonde sibling now liked her. Ava didn't mind. It would be easier if she'd like her. "Klaus I have a question."

"Go on," he looked her under his brows with a smile. He knew what she was going to ask. Ava snickered nervously and rubbed her lips together.

"Your family are all vampires and that makes me wonder. Could I be a vampire as well?"

"Why would you want to be a vampire?" he raised his brow and stopped walking. Ava put her hands on her lap and smiled shyly.

"Because of you... Because I love you."

Present

Ava opened her eyes carefully. Every part of her body was aching. This wasn't a good feeling. A hangover. She stumbled up from a bed. Ava gazed the room. It was her room. Ah thank god she was at the Salvatore boarding house.

She had dreamt about a night back when she was a human. When she was with Klaus.

No. Ava concentrate. Do not dream about Klaus Mikaelson the man who killed the love of your life. The man who has done horrible things. And who has apologized... This was becoming more and more hard.

Ava felt her neck; the necklace was still intact. She got up and shook her body. Literally; she jumped up and down, shook her legs, and hands. Her eyes stopped over to her bureau that had a huge box on it, with a smaller box next to it. Ava looked around her; there was no one to be seen. Ava walked casually over to the boxes, and grabbed them, and placed them to her bed. As she opened it there was a dress with a piece of paper over it. She grabbed it and opened it swiftly.

"Please join the Mikaelson family this evening at seven o'clock for dancing cocktails, and celebration." Ava cringed and threw the invitation somewhere on her bed. "He has the nerve," she scoffed and took the dress out. It was a beige/greyish dress with a grey corset with embroidery. Ava squinted her eyes and laid it on the bed.

"Okay mini box what do you hold?" Ava grabbed the white box and opened it like it was christmas. There was a diamond necklace. It was full off diamonds. Ava's eyes got wide as she stared at the necklace. "What the hell?"

"I see you got invited as well," Damon's voice carried from the doorframe which he was leaning on. Ava turned to him slowly; she was still in a slight shock.

"Yeah, with a couple of gifts. I mean who does he think I am? Someone who forgives just because she gets diamonds? Uh uh, I don't think so," Ava talked mostly to herself but she was glad Damon was there listening.

"What a douche," he mocked and made Ava laugh at his not funny joke.

"I hate him," she stated and sat down onto the bed with her messed up looks. She didn't care; it was just Damon. He sped over and sat down next to her.