Crazy in love *Kol Mikaelson ff* ♡

pretty liar

I put comfortable clothes on and go to bed. Too many thoughts keep me awake and the window. I turn around to see it's open even though there's no wind blowing outside 'creepy' I whisper to myself as I close it again. On my side still hangs the painting of the unknown artist looking at me with that seductive smile and again I smile back like an idiot. I am not tired anymore so I sit down in front of the picture to observe it better. It somehow gives me creeps but I still think it's the most beautiful painting I've ever seen.

I must have fallen asleep because I still lay on the floor the morning after. Just in that moment Damon enters the room 'what are you doing on the floor?' I looked a little bit shocked '-nothing... just streching' to proof I strech my leg a bit. He looks confused 'sure, I just wanted to tell you that breakfast is ready and well you should know that sometimes I'm tactless' I had to smirk 'apologize accepted thanks'he smiles then leaves.

After putting some dark clothes and black make up on I go down to have some breakfast. 'Oh, and who are you? Mrs badass clothes.' I turn around and see a man smiling in my direction 'you mean me?' He noods 'I'm Valentine and who are you?' He laughs 'I'm Enzo. What brings you here?' He sits infront of me with a glass filled with something red. Could it be blood? Is he a vampire? I just take a bite of my croissant and tell him about my mom trying to 'fix' me. I look around me and notice that we're alone. 'So Enzo, what is that in your glass? Blood?' I laugh to make it seem like I don't know anything about vampires 'sure and I'm a vampire' than he starts laughing too. Enzo looks deep inside my eyes 'what do you know?' I act like I am not wearing a vervain neckless 'nothing' he smiles 'good then forget what I just said'. I stare into his eyes for a few seconds then close them and smile like Erin once thaught me 'what was I saying?' 'That it's time to go to school' interups me Jeremy 'come on let's go'. I tell Enzo good bye and fallow Jeremy to school. A friend of his picks us up 'Valentine, that's Matt, Matt that's Valentine' I smile at him 'Nice to meet you Matt' 'Nice to meet you too. Black is you colour huh?' I laugh 'definitely yes'. We keep talikng while driving to school. 'Shouldn't you be in college?' I ask to Matt 'yes, but I failed the last tests so I'm stuck here another year' he explains friendly. Matt is a nice guy but not my type, I'd just be able to hurt him.