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Arabella was awake by the sound of her alarm blared through the room. She rolled back hastily grabbing her phone to shut it down. She barely got any sleep last night. Her eyes were puffy from crying herself to sleep and she feels nauseous and tired, mentally. Today, was just another day where she go out to work and return back home alone. It's pathetic really, the person she consider to be her friends turns out purposely fool her and make fun of her sanity. Manipulation, back stabbing bastards.
She stands up to get a quick warm shower to start her day, she can't show up outside looking like a fucking zombie. Once she was done, she get dressed and apply a light makeup to cover her dark circle under her eyes, a nude colored lipstick and arching the end of her eyebrow with pencil brows.
The brunette grabs her bag she carried yesterday, digging inside it finding the picture from Picayune in 1919 that has Klaus and Marcel in it. When she find it, she reach a lighter inside her drawer litting it and watches the picture burn in ashes. Arabella slips her wallet and her phone inside her Louis Vuitton pouch and walks out from her room. She takes apples for her breakfast, and grabs her car key exiting the house and head inside the car speeding to Rousseau's.
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'"This is madness!" Klaus growled, pacing around the room. "How can a 16-year-old girl shake the entire French quarter?"
Marcel steps approaching him. "I've seen her rock the church, but I've never seen anything like this."
"How did you control her when she was in the attic?"
"I didn't have to, but then I never killed her boyfriend." Marcel arched his eyebrow, a sarcastic tone filling in.
The hybrid rolled his eyes at him. "Yes, yes We've been over this part already..." He nodded his head reluctantly. "The point is in her present state she's useless as a tool against the witches."
"She's not a tool. Something's wrong with her."
The original with a black suit walks down the stairs, "She has too much power that she cannot control. That much we already knew. But why is it manifesting itself in such an aggressive manner?" He questioned before turning away, exiting the compound. "Where are you going? "
"This is witch business. Let's ask a witch."
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ROUSSEAU'S BAR
Arabella was cleaning the counter in front of her with a blue rag, and her concentration was interrupted when a voice chimes in causing her to zooms out. She looks up to see a handsome guy with a black t-shirt standing in front of her. He has a dark brown eyes, and also his hero hair. "Can I have a glass of Bourbon?"
"Yeah sure.." She mumbled, placing the blue rag away. "In a minute." She turn away from him, grabbing a bottle of Bourbon and tiptoed reaching a clean glass. She places the fragile stuffs down the table, and pours out the alcohol to the glass. She turns her body, and walking close to the counter sliding the drink down the surface. "There you go.."
The guy beams in a smile to her, "Thanks." He examined the brunette appearance once more before sipping his drink. Arabella nods her head, putting the bottle of Bourbon she's holding next to her. "So.." She trailed off, eyeing the stranger. "I've never seen you before. Did you just moved in or..?"
He gulps the drink, his lips parting out. "And what makes you think I'm new here?"
Arabella was taken back by his rude remarks, well pretty face doesn't always matches out the attitude. "I work here and usually folks inside the country drinks their sorrows here." She responded but her voice came out harsher than she plans it to be. The stranger was surprised by her comebacks and he stares at her chuckling in amusement. "I'm not anguished, or upset or whatever it is you think of."
His voice spoken gentle, and it runs down coaxing the tension between them. "Where you from?" She can't help but ask. He narrowed his eyes at her, and a silence fell in for a moment. "I'm prying didn't I? I'm totally prying! I'm-"
"No your not. Your trying to make a decent conversation and it's nice, really. I just haven't been around with people in so long and it's just new from me to hear someone questioning me with so much interest sparkle in they're eyes."
"Oh.." She whispered her face flush in embarrassment. "Georgia. I was born in Mystic Falls, and decided to move here for a clean slate and fresh starts." He tells her.
"You moved here alone?"
"Yeah.." He nods.
She hummed quietly in response looking at him and continues. "It's just you then?" He narrowed his eyes at her, "Sorry if I'm being too noisey..tell me when to stop."
He let out a small chuckles and shook his head. "Stop apologizing just because your suspicious and your you.." He emphasize the last word, "I'm Blake. You are?" He lifted up his hands for her to shook it which she politely did the same. "Bella."
"Bella..um that's a overrated nickname.." He remarks at her, and she punches him in the shoulder playfully. "Hey! Watch it." She laughs at him causing him to laughed as well. She couldn't argue it was true anyway.
"Since you've been bombarding me with questions, table turns." He states, gulping his drink finishing it.
"As much as I would enjoy the twenty one questions that has not even begun yet with you, I have costumers to serve." Arabella dismissed him politely, slowly turning her back against him.
"Wait!" He calls out, the bartender turns to stare at him in confusion. "How about after?"
"After what?" She raised her eyebrow, clearly not getting the code.
"After work.I have somewhere to be so maybe I'll meet you here..?" He suggested, examining the look drawned in her face and mentally curse at himself when she stays silence. "Okay then." He smugly responds, and sliding a twenty dollars bill to the counter.
"Yeah of course you can." She answered his subconscious thoughts. "I'm sorry. Some stuffs happened lately and it feels like I need to trust no one. Considering your a stranger I just met, so yes it took a lot wailing it inside-but you seem like a nice guy-"
"Hey, I'm aware I'm a stranger to you and though it may appear such odd when you hear it but I don't plan on murdering you-let alone talking to you if you differ the terms." He spoke, meaning every words.
Arabella smiles at him, and grabs the money he placed down the table. "So it's settled." The two exchanges number before Blake exited the bar, leaving Arabella to work her ass.
author notes i'm SO SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING!! i'm out of ideas!! also this chapter is horrifying, it's been on my drafts for one month rn and i discontinued it in reasons me trying to think abt interesting plot twist ahead and look where it got me now haha ik it's bad but anyway i'm gonna make two part of this chapter so tune in✨ ily guys
