(The Originals) (The Vampire Diaries)
It's not hard to love, it's hard to share that love with the other person. Sometimes it's not worth it to share your feelings if your going loose them in the end.
Calista is a very old vampire who returns to My...
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Calista stumbles into a concrete room. No windows are visible and the only light is the one that hangs in the center of the room. It hardly illuminates any of the pitch back room.
Carefully, she approaches the shiney wooden coffin in the center of the room.
Her fingers pry open the lid to the coffin open. She quickly raises the lid to reveal a very young girl laying there.
Her clothes suggest that she is from a long time ago.
And her face suggests that she is no older than sixteen years old. Calista reaches out and runs her finger tips across the girls cheek.
Suddenly the girls eyes snap open, startling Calista.
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Her eyes snap open and she immediately inhales sharply. Her breathing begins to slow down as she relaxes once more. She peers over at a sleeping Klaus next to her.
Her bare feet hit the hard wood floor as she makes her way to the bathroom where she finds an outfit set out for her.
She presumes that Klaus picked it out last night after she fell asleep. She looks up into the mirror at herself. She still looks incredibly pale but she doesn't look as sick. Nor does she feels as nauseous as she did the other night.
She quickly dresses herself and pulls her hair up into a perfect pony tail.
When she re-enters Klaus' room she sees him resting against the head board of the bed.
"Goodmorning, love."
Calista stops in the middle of the floor and forces a smile. It feels quite odd to be anywhere near him after so long. But more than anything she desires to remain here but then Damon enters her thoughts and she can't help but remember how she loves him.
"Sleep well?"
"No," Calista answers with a sigh before sitting on the bed next to Klaus, "I had a strange dream about a concrete room with a young girl in a coffin."
"It was just a dream," Klaus assures her and she nods.
"I guess so. It's just, it felt so real," She explains with a small sigh, "Anyways, I got to get going."
"Where to?"
"The Salvatore's."
"Why?" Klaus demands as jealousy fills his heart once more.
