Two Fangs Deep

Just a Normal Day?

Scarlett's POV

After last night I felt like I needed a break from the Mikaelsons. 

What's up with their last name, anyway? Shouldn't Rebekah's last name be Esterdottir or something? As far as I learned from my time in Norway, that was how Vikings named their children, it was a part of their custom. Mikael-son since they are the sons of Mikael, while it's Esters-dottir since Rebekah is the daughter of Ester and not the son of Mikael, or the nordic equivalent of that word since it varies by where in Scandinavia you are.

Whatever, what do I know? I don't have a drop of Viking-blood in me as far as I know. 

I'm an orphan without a true name. I chose the name, Scarlett, because of my hair but now that name does not belong to me anymore. It's simply another character I play. 

I let out a loud sigh as I exited my current residence. After what happened with Klaus & ... Jakob. I just need some time to think. I need some time alone. You don't get a lot of it in the Mikaelson house. It appears to have become more and more crowded lately.

Jakob is currently looking out for my Master, so he doesn't accidentally ruin my plans. After all this time I should probably stop calling him Master. He never liked it when I did it anyway. It's kind of outdated. It sounds like some weird kinky fetish in this day and age. 

Back then, however, it was simply a sign of respect.

Flashback     Year: 1289

"Wrong again, Child," Master said in his usual stern but dull tone. 

"You are making too much noise. They will hear you coming from a mile away." 

I took a knee, breathing hard. 

Why is this so difficult? I believed that being a vampire would be a simple task. We are supernatural creatures, should we not be able to do this without training? 

"I am sorry, Master." He let out a loud sigh. 

"I am not your Master. I am training you to be my tool, nothing more." 

He rose from the stone he was sitting on. 

Before I could stop myself I exclaimed; "

Yes, Master! I am yours to command." Quite loudly may I add. 

He simply turned towards me with a hopeless look in his eyes. 

"You are no better than my sorry excuse of a son."

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That was when I really started to train with him. The first few decades were simply starvation, torture, and control training. Learning to feed on vampires, siring, and compulsion. I will forever be grateful for what he taught me but I believe some part of me, deep down, wished he would have let me die the day he found me.

I walked down the street. The sun was starting to rise. I could hear the birds chirp and the humans waking up from their slumber. 

I yawned and stretched my sore muscles. It was only a few hours since I met Jakob and I haven't fed in a long while, so my healing isn't at its best.

My dark hoodie and jeans were absorbing the heat from the sun. It made my body feel warm and I snuggled into the hoodie. It felt good compared to my usual cold self.