"When I look into your eyes, I know I've found the mirror of my own soul."
Elijah x Klaus x Kol x OC
Season 4 - ?
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(Pretend like that is silver instead of blue^^)
Krystina's POV
The guys and I were heading to the school for the lacrosse game. Scott had called and filled me in on some stuff they learned after I had left. Liam is an IED and the killer on the team is Garrett.
I sighed and tossed my phone into the cup holder. I ran my hand through my hair as I turned on my blinker for the upcoming turn.
"Well, I'm guessing whatever that was about wasn't good." Kol stated plainly from the passenger seat.
I snorted lightly, taking a glance in the rearview mirror at Elijah's car behind us. "It certainly could've been better, but a least we now know it's probably Garrett. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if his girlfriend was in on it too."
She's seen Garrett and Violet in the hallways at school sometimes, always cuddled to each other. At first glance, you would have never expected it to be them. I guess the phrase 'never judge a book by its cover' is very fitting.
"What do you and your friends plan to do? Catch him, kill him?" Kol's brow rose, though he did perk up at the thought of someone dying tonight.
I frantically shook my head in refusal. "We're not killing him, or Violet. It's not how we do things. All I care about is preventing him from hurting my friends. So refrain from killing anybody, please?"
Kol let out a playful sigh but otherwise nodded his head in agreement. I see the beginnings of the school appear up the road and press down on the gas pedal. Elijah's car following close behind.
•••
We arrived just as the players were heading onto the field. I wished Stiles, Scott, Kira, and Liam good luck before walking up the bleachers with the three brothers behind me. I passed Liam's friend, Mason, and Violet on the way up. I tensed up when I noticed Violet's eyes following us, a certain gleam to them. My hands fisted, trying desperately to keep the silver mist at bay.
The guys seemingly picking up on the unease glided a little closer. Nik's hand falling to my waist. A small gesture that I gladly accepted. We quickly sat down on the cold metal bench a few rows up. My eyes anxiously scanned all the players and the people around me.
"So, who exactly are we supposed to be watching?" Nik drawled as his eyes lazily flitted around. A smirk already present upon his lips. He was leaning back against the bleachers behind him with his arms folded across his chest.
I pulled my wandering eyes away from him and pointed towards a player wearing a maroon jersey with the number seven on his back. "Number seven, Garrett."
Elijah narrowed his eyes at the boy not impressed but said nothing. Instead he just gently wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me further into his side. We continued to watch the game while also keeping close eyes on Garrett.
