On My Own (TVD Series)

Ancestral Line

After finishing the dishes from last night, I pulled the faucet spray from the sink, rinsing off and drying the plates afterward. With the kitchen being pitch dark, it was early in the morning and I could hear the birds chirping outside. Their hearts pounding as the sun rose and beamed through the leaves. 

Everyone was still asleep, on the other hand, I had just arrived after cleaning Elena's floor from Kol's body being burnt to a crisp. Finishing up cleaning the dishes and the stovetop, there was a sudden loud thump against the sliding door.

"I saw the doorbell, figured everyone was still sleeping," Klaus whispered, watching his breath fog up the glass.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped, quickly drying my hands before opening the door.

"Well, I figured you would take your time and arrive at lunch...so I came to you."

"I haven't even packed-"

"No need, we're not going." He whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"Rebekah just informed me of her arrival, away from someone wanting to hurt Jeremy and Stefan's passive-aggressive attitude, they have settled at a farm for the night." He added, taking an apple from the counter.

"So, you're just going to let them have the cure?" I asked, holding onto the back of a high chair.

"No, but I see no need to be there with all the drama...and...we could do more here than on an island."

Then suddenly, another loud thumping sound came from up above us. Silent for a few seconds, their footsteps continue, and I grabbed Klaus' arm, dragging him into the second set of stairs near the back of the kitchen.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"That's my father. be quiet."

Sliding our backs against the wall, I lowered my finger gently, locking the sliding door.

"The attic, come on," I whispered, gliding up the stairs.

Still, in hiding, I flicked the door leading up to the attic open, quietly dragging Klaus by his hand as I headed up the stairs.

"That was rude...you could've introduced me."

"...he doesn't do well with male guests."

Shoving him inside, I lock the door behind me, lighting up the room and opening the window after.

"Alright, so if we're not going...what's your plan?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips as he looked around the room.

"Do you happen to have your grimoire?" He asked.

"Yeah...40 of them. I'm gonna need you to be more specific."

Opening up one of the storage rooms on the other far end, I show Klaus the stacks of papers, books, and candles on the shelves.

"One that specifically mentions a man named Silas?" He smiled.

"I told you, I've never seen that name anywhere in the books. If it is, then it's under a pseudonym..."

Reaching for one of the stacks, he takes them back over to the open floor. Stuffing in some candles and more grimoires in my arms, I followed him, setting the candles around us in a circle.

"What pseudonym would you give yourself if you were a 1000-year-old witch..."

"...Silouanos..." I mumbled, flipping through old pages in one of my mothers' diaries.

"Where did you find that?"

"It's in my mother's old journals...it means Forest Dweller in Greek." Showing him the page, I continued to look through some of the loose papers that peaked out.