All I Need

Sour Neon Worms

Lydia knocked on the door or Marcel's place.
"Come in!" He yelled from inside.
She opened the door and saw a few vampires sitting around.
"Who's this," one growled looking hungrily at her.
Marcel ran in and growled at him

Lydia sat her suitcase down.
"I could've handled that," Lydia chuckled.
Marcel raised an eyebrow, "These ones are stronger than the last ones you faced."
Lydia flashed her Hybrid face.
"Well I'm the second original Hybrid," she smiled, "I can't die."
Marcel's jaw dropped before he ran to her, grabbing her face.
"How? Did he hurt you? I'll kill him," Marcel blurted out.
"Long story, he would never hurt me, no you won't," Lydia replied.
"I just want to make sure you're safe," Marcel said.
"I am," she smiled.
"I promise to protect you and make you happy for as long as you're here," Marcel smiled.
"Ugh! You're my best friend!" Lydia smiled.

Stiles walked into a restaurant in the new town he was in and saw only two people in there arguing.
"Klaus?" Stiles asked.
Nik looked over at him and knitted his eyebrows together.
"Who are you?" Damon asked.
"Figured you spent enough time stalking Lydia's Instagram account you would know," Stiles told him, "you're the one she calls shrimpy right?"
Damon growled and tried to speed at him only to have his neck broken by Nik.
"What are you doing here?" Nik asked.
"Dad got a new job. I'll only be here a month or two though," Stiles replied, "I have FBI training."
"Ah," Niklaus smiled, "what about Lydia?"
"She's in her happy place," Stiles laughed, "New Orleans."
"She said she might go there," Nik smiled.
"Yeah she's hanging out with this guy that calls himself the King of New Orleans. She calls him the Prince because if she's Queen he sure as hell isn't King," Stiles laughed.
Nik chuckled.
"Well, I was going to get food but..." Stiles looked down at Damon.
"Yeah," Nik chuckled.

Lydia woke up on her third day in New Orleans. She got dressed and walked out of her bedroom door.

The vampires hanging out with Marcel whistled at her and she rolled her eyes and flipped them off. One walked up to her and had his hand on her back.
"You really are a pretty thing," he said, "why don't you have a real man?"
His hand lowered to her butt.
She grabbed his hand and ripped off his arm, growling as she flashed her Hybrid face.
"What the hell!?" Marcel yelled.
"He had his hand on my ass!" Lydia defended herself.
"You can't just keep hurting my vampires!" Marcel yelled.
"They can't keep disrespecting me and getting away with it!" Lydia yelled, "You told me you would always protect me and side with me no matter what and now look at you. You won't help me at all!"
Lydia sighed and looked down at her feet.
"I mean... look at what you're wearing. Of course they're going to try! And I shouldn't have to protect you! You're a Hybrid!" Marcel yelled.
"Look at what I'm wearing!? Are you fucking serious!?" Lydia yelled.
Lydia glared at him and put out her hand. She summoned her belongings.
"Fuck you," Lydia growled before walking out the door with her things.
Stiles walked into the grille and saw Niklaus sitting with Kol at the bar. Stiles phone started vibrating and he saw Lydia was calling him. He answered.
"Hi, Lydia," Stiles smiled as he answered.
Nik turned and looked at Stiles and waved him over. Stiles walked over as Lydia talked to him on the other end.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked.
Nik and Kol turned and had their full attention on Stiles and the phone.
"I'm so fucking done with vampires! I can't even! My fucking best friend is a douche bag and I'm over it and I don't want to fucking drive all the way back to California," Lydia started.
"What happened?" Stiles asked.
"His vampires are douche bags and handsy and Anytime I fight back Marcel gets bitchy cause 'I need all my vampires Lydia' and 'of course they're gonna try look at how you dress' like really motherfucker!? I'm fucking over it! I just wanted to go get some fucking food and look cute but nooooo!"
"Where are you gonna go?" Stiles asked, "Do I need to come get you?"
"No, I have my jeep. I just don't know what to do and you're like the only person I was gonna call to talk to because you're not going to come kill everyone or hardcore judge me or anything," Lydia sighed.
"Ah," stiles replied, "so are you leaving New Orleans then?"
"Yeah, I think I'm going to stay at a hotel."
"Okay, were coming too," Stiles said.
"What? Who?" She asked.
"I moved to Mystic Falls, tardo. Who else lives in Mystic Falls?"
"Nik!"
Stiles hung up the phone.
"You coming too?" Stiles asked Kol.
Kol smiled and opened his mouth.
"He's not coming," Nik replied.
Stiles and Nik walked out and got in the jeep and drove away.
Stiles pulled over at a bar where he saw Lydia's jeep.
Stiles and Nik walked up to the bar.
"Are you here for the red head?" The bartender asked.
Stiles nodded.
"Come back here," he sighed.
Nik and Stiles were led to the kitchen.
"And then you just go like this," Lydia said as she swirled the pan, "and boom! Now you can make fajitas! Now, pass me a tortilla and a plate!"
Lydia made her own fajita and turned around to see Nik and Stiles.
"Want fajitas?" She asked.
Nik saw her eyes were red and rolled his eyes.
Lydia shrugged and led them to the bar where she continued to eat her food.
Marcel pulled up to the bar Lydia was at and ran in.
"Lydia! I-" Marcel started.
His eyes met Nik's as the Hybrid turned around.
"Klaus," Marcel growled.
Lydia shoved the rest of the fajita in her mouth and chewed and swallowed it quickly before turning around with stiles.
"The fuck is your problem, Marcella?" Lydia asked.
Marcel turned to her.
"I was worried about you," he said, "and it seems I was right to be. You're sitting here with Klaus Mikaelson!"
"Oh trust me," Lydia smirked, "I've done a lot more than sit with him."
Marcel made a disgusted face.
"Choose," Marcel said, "have Klaus in your life or me."
Lydia stood up and grabbed Nik's hand.
"I'll take Nik," Lydia growled.
Marcel's face was hurt.
"Sucks getting hurt doesn't it?" Lydia asked Marcel as she walked passed him with Nik and Stiles.
"I need Nik to drive me," Lydia whispered when they got outside.
Nik nodded and helped her into the passenger side of her jeep and got in the drivers. He told stiles to follow them and he drove to a hotel and paid for them to get rooms.
"Where do you want to go, love?" Nik asked her when they got to their room.
Lydia shrugged.
"I'll take you anywhere want," Nik told her.
"But you have to go back to Mystic Falls," Lydia groaned.
Nik sighed, "I know, but I can get you to where you need to be."
"I'll just drive home in the morning," she said.
Nik kissed her forehead.
"Okay, love."
Nik told stiles the plan.
Lydia woke up the next morning and looked down at Nik.
"You ready, love?" Nik asked.
Lydia nodded and got out of bed.
They all walked out of their rooms. Stiles hugged Lydia and told her to get home safe. Nik kissed her and told her the same thing. Lydia opened her door and sighed before looking at Nik one last time. She sighed and climbed into her car and drove away.