Since it was only midday, I told the Scooby gang and Katherine I was heading to the local bar and grille to buy a drink, lord knows I'm gonna need it if I'm gonna take down Klaus Mikaelson. Everyone who knows anything in the supernatural community knows two groups of people, The Originals, and me and Katherine. I walk up to the place called the Mystic Grill, and I find there were only a few bar flies at the bar, and others sitting at tables around the room.
I sit at the bar in between a man in a flannel, and another in a leather jacket, quite similar to the one I am wearing. I glance between the two, and I can't help but wonder their stories. I couldn't very well see the man in the leather jacket that nearly matched mine, but the man beside me looked as if someone had just stripped naked in front of him.
The bartender walks up and I simply say "scotch" and he's off to get it. The thing about alcohol is, it's always calmed me even in the most stressful situations. I probably sound like an alcoholic, but I'm not into killing humans. I only kill the supernatural, mostly vampires, and afterward or even before, alcohol has been my go to.
"Rough day?" The man in the flannel asks with a flirtatious smirk. I snort and roll my eyes, ignoring him. "It's rude to ignore people, honey." His voice rasped, sounding closer, and I feel a hand on my thigh. I growl and turn, pulling my fist back, and I send it into his jaw, causing him to fly backwards.
"You pack a hard punch, love. Someone's having a spectacularly bad day." A voice with a British accent comments from beside me. "Maybe I'm just an all around bitch." I shrug, but when I look up, I'm faced with the blue eyes of the devil himself.
There was a small pause as he looked at me with slightly wide eyes. "Klaus Mikaelson." He greets, holding a hand out for me to shake. Hesitantly, I place my hand in his, before pulling away. "Lena Antonette." I give a smile to mask my small bubble of fear growing inside me.
"Ahh, the famous Black Widow." He smirks and I shrug, picking up my glass and I take a drink before pulling it away, but keeping it in my hand.
"So, What brings you into this small town?" He asks, and I look across the bar. "I'm visiting." I lie, and lucky for me, I'm a spectacular liar. "Katerina Petrova?" He asks, a knowing look on his face when I look up. "Wouldn't you like to know." I avoid answering his question, and his eyes darken.
"I'm afraid you're gonna have to come with me, love." He says, grabbing my arm and he leads us out of the bar. I don't even try to get away, I simply let him lead me out of the bar and out to the sunny streets. "What are you really doing here?" He asks, his eyebrow cocking up. "I told you, I'm visiting." I roll my eyes and cross my arms.
"But why now? There's motive behind it, I hear there's always a motive behind the things you do, and even the places you go." He asks, clearly getting irritated. "I haven't seen this place in almost a century, I thought I'd take a spa day from the murdering, ya know? A nice little vacation from being the bad guy never hurt anyone." I smirk, looking at my nails.
"You know, for centuries I've heard of the famous Black Widow, the brutal woman engaged to kill anyone who gets in her way. I've heard that you can either be impeccably lovely, but you can also turn into a vicious monster, quite like myself in that manner. You, love, are quite extraordinary. I've always wanted to meet you, learn some of your ways, and now I finally have." He smirks, holding out his hand. "Now, perhaps I could let a fellow "bad guy" in on my plan." He smirks. I cock an eyebrow, my eyes flickering from his eyes to his hand.
I bring my hand up and take his, but I lead us down the street. He seemed hesitant to follow, and I could tell he was when I led him into an ally, then placed my fore arm across his chest and sped him up against the wall. "How do I know I can trust you?" I ask, tilting my head.
He chuckles darkly and holds his hands up in surrender. "You're quite intimidating for a small girl like yourself, I'll give you that." He comments with a smirk, and I put more pressure on his chest. "How do I know I can trust you?" I ask again. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have. Besides, why would I hurt someone who I could potentially strike a deal with?" He offers, and I ease my hold against him just a little bit. "I'm listening." I shrug and he chuckles. "I'd be nice if you'd release me." He comments and I shrug. "I could, but how do I know you won't rip my head off?" I counter. "We both know I could throw you down this alley, right?" He smirks and I roll my eyes. "It's like you said, if you wanted to, you would, besides, I'm stronger than you think." I say, putting more pressure back against him. "Point proven, but you are the vampire vampires are afraid of. Not completely immortal like myself, but yet vampires cower in fear at the mention of your name. Can you imagine the terror we could cause if we teamed up for, let's say a decade long bender?" He purposes, and I release my grip on him, crossing my arms. "Whats in it for me?" I ask. "Ahh, I forgot, there's always a price for your services. How about I purpose the thing you and your friend Katerina want the most," he takes a step forward, and leans down to face me. "Her freedom." He smirks, and my hard look falls. "How do I know you'd keep your end of the bargain? How do I know you won't get bored and kill me or something?" I ask. "I'm a man of my word." He shrugs. "But how do I know that?" I ask, he nods at the ground, and before I knew what was happening, he pulled my own move on me, and sped me to the opposite wall, holding me against it. "Are you afraid of me, Black Widow?" He asks, trying to compel me. "Yes." I say in monotone. He smirks but I lean forward, binging my lips close to his ear. "Psych." I whisper. "Vervain, even better." He says sarcastically, and I can't help but chuckle, leaning my head back against the brick wall. He releases me and I dust off my black jeans and tank top. "So, do we have a deal?" He asks, holding his hand out for me to shake. "You have to swear to me that me nor Katherine come to any harm." I say with a warning look, and he places his hand across his chest. "I swear on my mothers shallow grave." He says, placing a hand on his chest, where his heart would be, if he even had one. I make a mental note to find that one out, the mystery of the deadly and murderous Klaus having a heart, that one would make headlines in the supernatural community for sure. I look down at his hand, then back into his eyes. "You have yourself a deal, Mr. soon-to-be Hybrid." I say, shaking his hand.
"How do you know about me?" He asks, completely surprised. "I'm the Black Widow, I know everything about your family, I steer clear of you guys as much as I can. I'm kind of alive, and I'd like to stay that way." I shrug and he nods. "So, we have a deal, then." He says and I nod. "You sure do, Mr. Mikaelson." I say and he smirks. "I do have one question, though." I say and he looks at me with amused eyes. "And what's that, love?" He asks curiously. "Do you have a heart, or is there just an empty hole in your chest cavity where it should be?" I ask curiously and he lets out an amused laugh. "Well, that's one of the worlds many mysteries, isn't it?" He smirks, not answering my question. I roll my eyes and follow him down the sunny streets of Mystic Falls. This is gonna be the start of something bad, I just know it.
