One Of A Kind (Klaus Mikaelson x OC)

Chapter 40- The Five

Again I woke up earlier than usual, before Nik. It wasn't like yesterday though, no, in fact, It wasn't because of my alarm. It was still dark out. Something felt off.  I carefully exited the comfort of the warm bedding. My bare feet step on the cold wooden floor. I involuntary shiver as the cool air of November nip at my skin. I reach out for my phone on the bedside table and move carefully as to not disturb the sleeping supernatural creature that laid in bed beside me. The padding of my feet on the floor echo in my ears. It's as though my senses- my supernatural ones- are heightened more than usual.  

I step out into the empty hallway and slowly make my way down towards the kitchen. I sit at the island and place my head in my hands. My chocolate hair falling and covering my face. The weight of everything coming crashing back down from the past couple of months. All of the deaths. Just everything, but I said I would let go. I should let go, or try to. A year ago none of this happened. I was seventeen. Aware of the supernatural but not caring because of me being 'normal'. I suck a beer or to and watched bad movies. I snuck out and went to prom. Everything was normal. Funny how such a simple word could have such a drastic change, considering that the supernatural is my new normal.

Me dying around five times this year and yet no consequences. Somehow coming back to life half of those times with no magical protection. I know it's the spirits that want me to live. Well, up until now- I don't know if that'll change. They want me to know about the mark.  When the hospital blew up I almost certain that Klaus took Connor somewhere. When he saw the markings on the stake he said something about 'The five'. A supernatural vampire hunter, one how thinks I'm one as well.

I'm not. I don't know how to explain it but ever since I came back to life from successfully drowning but not dying. I've had this gut feeling. Like I'm supposed to do something. Like something important is supposed to happen. And that's the reason the spirits-or nature-or whatever they are- won't let me die. And they want me to be apart of whatever is going to happen. Something important. 

I ket my head sink onto the cool countertop. My cheek pressed against it feeling the cool marble against my skin.  I take my phone from my pocket that I tucked it into when I came down. 5:10 am. That's what the clock on my phone read. I should still be drained. Yesterday was hectic. I ran all over town. I went to school ran across town to save Damon went back to Klaus then to Damon again then saving Rebekah and then Elena.  Why aren't I tired? I feel wide awake. Like I could run a marathon. I slip off the chair and enhance my hearing. 

At first, theirs ringing in my ears. Muted but still there. Then I pick up on a disgruntled voice and chains rattling. I swiftly make my way through the house and round the corner the noises I've been hearing was coming through there. A simple door, but a hybrid is standing there gauding it. I think his name was Mark.

"Hey, Mark," I call out to him in the dimly lit hallway. I see his figure lightly jump and tense as if he's sensing a threat.  When he turns towards my voice and sees it's me I see him visibly relax. Slightly but still relax. "Klaus told me to tell you that he needs you to go and check up on Tyler." I lie smoothly.

"Oh? Why?" He asks wearily.

"Klaus got word that there was a potential hunter in town and he might go after Tyler. YOu know how he feels about you guys dying. I'm sorry, I would go myself but he's overprotective and rarely lets me leave." I semi-lie. There was a potential hunter. Jeremy, but he doesn't know. "Plus if nothing is going on then you get to relax for a bit. I know how Klaus treats you guys. So it's a break." I tell him. He looks in thought before he nods and heads off but stops and turns around.

"What about the hunter?" He asks.

"Klaus told me to put a spell on it so only certain people could enter so he doesn't need any gauds," I inform. Well, lie further. He nods curtly before leaving. I slowly enter the room. I would define it as a red room of pain. I didn't even know this room existed. I look towards the middle and see Connor hung up in chains with a board behind him. He groans a little more and lifts his head. "I'm sorry," I say.