PHILOPHOBIA ▶ E. Mikaelson [1] ✓

PROLOGUE

       My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.

All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.

Original Characters do not belong to me.

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New Orleans

            The chill of the night air fanned against my clammy, caramel skin as I leaned against my vehicle with my arms crossed. The LED gas station lights forced my eyes open, staring up at the price meter as each interval went up.

$10.75.                     $11.05.                      $11.25.

I tried to block out the noises coming from every direction; Car engines running from the main road, the cashier's fingers tapping against the register as they checked customers out, the stream of gas gushing from the machine in front of me, and into the cadillac.

The strong odor of diesel trailed inside my nose, nostrils expanding more.

Believe it or not, the smell of gasoline always satisfied me. It was one of those unusual things.

Acquired tastes.

Guess the heightened senses thing was coming in handy. Besides the blood part.

For the past 5 years, it's been nothing but blood. Bloody hands. Bloody veins. Bloody bodies.

Bloody pulses.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I slowly became aware of my heartbeat as my heavy eyelids betrayed me, sending me into a transcendental state. Each thud multiplied in my brain, overlapping one another, my mind becoming well aware of everyone else around me as well.

The veins connecting to the beating heart. Running together towards the jugular vein.

Blood flowing all over the body, an endless cycle.
Blood.

Suddenly I felt a bump in the car, knocking me out of the trance, my eyes snapping open as my body lifted from the car. Everything was back to the way it was, the tiredness back in my eyes, the screen on the machine stopping at twenty dollars.

Full tank. Great.

Removing the gas pump, I shoved it back in its holster before I closed the small door to the fuel filler. I was headed towards the driver's side, pulling the door open, when something became audible in my ears.

"Hey I don't want any trouble- Please, please what do you want from me?"

My body stopped, my eyes searching toward my surroundings until they narrowed in on the far side of the building. There were two rather skimpy guys cornering a bystander against the wall, one of them snatching what looked like a set of keys.

"Hey, give them back- I didn't do anything!"

The guy with the keys, pointed them towards the frantic man. "Yea? Because you owe us money and we're gonna get it tonight."

Fuck this bullshit.

I roughly slammed the door shut, my sneakers hard against the pavement as I made my way around the car and straight to the altercation.

"Hey. Hey!" I yelled, coming up to the guy, using my strength to push him aside. "Leave him alone."

A sneaky grin appeared on the guys face after he straightened his posture, his teeth disgustingly yellow. "Oh... lil' miss is trying to save the day, huh?" He looked over at his friend, still walking towards me, a laugh escaping his mouth.

"Jim, you see this? She won't do shit."

He was about a few inches away from me, before I gritted my teeth, my strength increasing along with my emotion, swinging my fist back as it connected with the guy's jaw. The blow spun his head immediately to the left, his limp body falling onto the ground.

I knew he was dead.

Ignoring the shocked expressions from the two men left, I grabbed the back of the victim's neck, forcing his eyes on the same level as mine.

"You're gonna forget this. No one mugged you, you just simply came out of the gas station and got distracted."

His frightened emotion from earlier soon disappeared into a sort of daze, a slow nod coming from him. I turned to the dead body on the dirty concrete, stepping over him and reaching into his hand for the man's keys.

"Go." I tossed the keys to which they landed in his hands.

He walked casually to the rest of the open area as if nothing happened.

"Please. Don't kill me."

My attention veered to the person behind me, my troubling emotions still coursing through my body.

I simply grinned, tilting my head a little to the side to get a better angle of him. "Oh you poor thing."

In the blink of an eye, I had him against the wall, both of my hands wrapped around the fabric his collar was made of.

"You should have thought about that when you got off on terrorizing others. Don't scream babe."

My gums ached in need, feeling the red veil coat over my eyes as his heartbeat flicked with fear at the image of what I was turning into. I felt my canines rip past the tender, pink flesh of my mouth becoming visible, soon coming into contact with the vein in his neck. And with that contact, I realized just how hungry I truly am. As the streams of blood flow into my tongue, there was an explosion in my mind.

Euphoric almost.

My fingers ran against his dry hair, pulling his neck more towards my mouth to give me better access. He tried to struggle but it only fueled my hunger more.

I was gonna suck him dry.

As the red liquid made my body feel on fire in a way, I could also feel the life drain out of his. Mouth overflowed with blood, dripping from both sides of my lips, I finally let go, shoving him down next to his pal.

Dark curls falling in front of my eyes, my tongue licked the corners of my mouth, falling in love with the taste all over again.

Fuck.

That was exhilarating.