Feared

8

Warmth kisses my cheek, and I let my eyes flutter open. Me eyes flip over the room, and I see nothing familiar. I turn on my back, and prop myself up on my elbows. I look around me, and see fancy furniture. Dressers and cabinets that look from before this time. I then stand up, ensuring to keep my movements quiet in case there are any vampires or werewolves around, and look into a mirror I see. I remain in my clothes that I was wearing when I came here, to my relief, but I have blood staining my shirt. My hair is now a mess, so I walk into the attached bathroom.

I no longer care to make noise, because I feel I'm not in much danger. Marcel brought me here, and didn't do anything to me. And obviously a girl lives here. The products that sit in the bathroom prove this to me. I shed my clothing and step into the shower. I turn it on and hot water cascades onto my body. I did myself of the dirt and sweat and dried blood. I then grab the shampoo that was left, and wash my hair.

Elijah's POV
Two day ago
The door opens, and Nicklaus and Marcellus walk in. "It's her! It's her! She's alive!" Nicklaus says, walking to the liquor table. Before I can question him, I notice the girl Marcellus has in his arms. I look at him confused. "Take her to Rebekah's bedroom." Nik tells him.

I wait for Marcellus to come back until I start questioning. Rebekah and Kol waiting as well. "Nicklaus, would you care to explain what this is?" I ask. "It's Callie." He says. The name racks through my brain, and then I realize who he is talking about. The name hangs in the air as everyone is taken aback at the name. It's been three years. Three years since she let herself burn to death.

"She was just there. In the street. And I saw her. And she ran into Rousseau's. Then I walked in, and she left. I said her name, and she ran away." Nicklaus says, his hands on his head.

"She started having a panic attack in the street. People were swarming her, so I walked over to help. I recognized her, and I was trying to talk to her, but it was like she didn't even hear me. Then she started screaming, and blood was coming from her eyes and her ears and her nose. Then all the windows busted in the buildings for like a mile in each direction." Marcellus says.

Callie's POV
I walk out of the bathroom and to the dresser. I pull the towel closer around myself, and open the drawers. I grab some underwear, then a shirt and some shorts. I put the lacy underwear on, then I put the apparent see through black tank top on. I throw the tiny jean shorts on, and put my ankle boots back on. I search for my daggers and pistol, but can't find them anywhere. Crap! I let my fingers graze the vervain charm around my neck, and take a deep breath.

I make my way down the stairs, and see many people sitting down on couches. The one in the suit looks at me, and I take a deep breath then walk in to the lounge area, taking a seat on the same couch as him. I pull my legs up to my chest, and lean back.

Elijah's POV
Present day
I hear footsteps upstairs, then the sound of a shower. We all look at one another knowingly, and sit in silence.

She finishes her shower, then dressed herself. I then hear frustrated footsteps and a huff, and I chuckle. We took her weapons from her. She'll be ticked.

Footsteps sound down the steps, and I look up at her. I watch her chest start to heave, and she walks over to us. She sits down next to me, and pulls he legs to her chest. A nervous habit she has.

She looks between all of us, and I sigh. This will be fun.