The Big Bad: A Love to Conquer the Ages

🗝Chapter One🗝

For the last one thousand years I've kept my true nature hidden. While many people believed in my species, the supernatural thought them imbecilies. There's no such thing as Angel's. However, I can assure you, we're very much real. While witches, werewolves, and vampires fought over trivial matters, such as who was the dominant species, I've sat idly by, watching the fist fights rage into full on war. I've watched centuries of drama, but more closely than anything, I watched the Mikaelsons.
Their dysfunction family was the high light of my life. The betrayals, the romances, the utterly ridiculous family drama, I've seen it all. I've watched as they've turned against their brother, tried to get away from him, only to end up back where they started; daggered in a box. I understood their individual pain. But deepest was my understanding for Klaus. His epic rampages have filled my nights with horror, and fright. Even as powerful as I was, he was the face that plagued my nightmares.
So why was it that I was sneaking out of his hotel room, cursing myself for a hangover, and a one night stand that should never have happened? Simple. I am a stupid girl who can't keep her legs closed in the presence of grave immortal dangerous.
Or so my father says.
No matter how hard I tried, I could never meet his standards, so I might as well be the disappointment I was claimed to be. And if sleeping with the big bad wolf was below his standards, I was on the right track.
For over a thousand years I've lived by his extreme rules, been the perfect, white picket daughter I was meant to be, but I was done. No more would my holier-than-thou father dictate the decisions of my life. So if I wanted to sleep with Niklaus Mikaelson, I was gonna sleep with Niklaus Mikaelson.
But now, as I pull out of the hotel parking lot, I begin to see where my whole screw you dad protest might have taken a bad turn. I just, willingly, slept with the most dangerous supernatural entity since Sirus. And he was one big bad.
I watched as the streets changed to cities, and cities to states. Marveled at the beauty of the world around me, finally being able to truly experience the wonders of Earth. Before I knew it, I was hiding from the humidity in Texas, swimming day, and night, and being attacked by fire ants.
My boots thumped on the brick roads as I made my way towards my car, shopping bags in hand. I fumbled for my keys, the several bags giving me much unneeded trouble.
Finally managing to unlock the car, I hastily toss my bags in the passenger seat, taking my place in the driver's. I place the keys in the ignition, turn the car on, and pull out of the large parking garage, rolling through the streets of the 'Domain' on my way home.
The radio blared throughout the car, playing today's hits. There wasn't music where I came from, not like this at least, quickly becoming one of my favorite aspects of the mortal world. The music was, however, rudely interrupted by the obnoxious ringing of my phone.
"Incoming call from 'That Guy'," my bluetooth rang.
Groaning, I pressed the little green button on the screen of my car. "Hello father," I greeted emotionlessly. I had hoped to never hear rom his again, but it seemed he had other plans.
"Vivian, if you are going to insist upon living with the humans, it will fall upon you to take care of my Earthly dealings. Some disturbing information has come to my attention. You're needed in New Orleand immediately," he instructed before ending the call.
"Gee, thanks dad, my day was good, how have you been," I snide sarcastically, turning down on my street. "Wait, but isn't he here on Earth as well?" I question, pulling up to my apartment, fuming at this new found information. "Why can't he just do it himself?"
Parking in the garage, I decidedly leave my shopping bags in the car, making my way up to my apartment. The elevator moves at an agitating slow pace--my already short fuse quickly fizzling away--slowly moving its way up to my floor level.
With a finally dinging, I step out of the metal coffin, and trot down the hall, stopping right in front of my door. Fishing the keys from my pocket, I step into the cool Texas apartment, taking one last look at it before I'm off. I hadn't lived here long--or on Earth in general--but there ere already so many memories infused in these walls.
With a graceful flick of the wrist, items begin floating about the apartment. Books, clothes, shoes, suitcases, a computer, hygiene protects, everything I'd need for this particular trip. They all float around the air, hovering and bumping into one another.
Another elegant swish of my hand, and the items all dropped to their respected places, zipped up, and packed, I grabbed the suitcases, and made my way back down to my car. It didn't take long for this trip to commence, my Angelic powers proving to be a great help in this particular situation.
A couple hours in the car, and before I knew it, I'd be walking through the streets of the French Quarter, eating jambalaya, and participating in extravagant festivals, and parties.