Saved By A Mikaelson (Loving a Mikaelson AU)

Chapter 15: Daylight Snack

Chapter 15: Daylight Snack

Song: Teenage Dirtbag- 5SOS (cover)

"I used to think that you were like me. You were attracted to the darkness. But Tate, you are the darkness."

-Violet

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It's early.

I have no idea how early, of course. It isn't like I have an alarm clock beside me bed or anything. Or a phone. The sun has long since risen I think. Obviously I'm not crazy enough to wake up at seven.

 By the looks of the scene outside my window, I guess it could be ten? Eleven?

I yawn and stretch, still feeling drained from last night even after the amount of sleep I've just gotten. I have a minor headache, and I'm extremely hungry.

I'm also incredibly sick of crappy dinners only found in a cardboard box. 

And I'm the type of person that when I start to think of a certain food, I have to have it. And currently? It's eggs. They're all I can think about. The smell, the fluffy texture, the sound of the butter on the pan.

YES. RIGHT NOW. EGGS.

Now I feel like I'm starving and craving food like a pregnant lady or a prisoner in a cellar.

So I get the bright idea to sneak out of my room for food. There's got to be a kitchen in this huge house somewhere, right? It can't be that hard to find.

Right?

I'm not completely stupid though, I do check out my window to see if there are any cars in the driveway. I don't want to run into any more of Kol's siblings. Or him either for that matter.

The road in front of the house is completely empty, which should mean I'm alone in this mansion. But I highly doubt that. Kol doesn't even trust me to leave the room, let alone be in the house alone.

 I put on my very over-sized sweater to cover up the fact that I'm not really wearing any pants - in case I do see someone, and I slowly creep out of my door.

I soon find out that when I previously mentioned that this house is big, that is the understatement of the bloody decade. 

This really is almost like a castle.

I could get lost here. Can you imagine the hide-and-go-seek games? There's a ballroom for god's sake! 

I peek around corners, searching for something, anything, that shows signs of food. I come up empty-handed, too. At this rate I'll be searching all day long.

They have everything here - from pool tables to an art studio (which is absolutely breath-taking, by the way. I can't help but wonder which of them owns the room), but the only thing that seems impossible to locate is the stupid kitchen.

It's got to be here somewhere! They have to eat something sometime other than takeout! Most kitchens are on the first floor, I'd assume. But who knows. I don't even want to try and count the number of stories in this house, and I might have to look through all of them. And as a plus, Kol is most likely around here somewhere, and will probably put bars on my door if he catches me running around.

Eventually I do find it, and I'm clueless as to how I could've missed it. It's enormous. Tiled and glossy, like it's waiting just for me. There are pots and pans and dishes and plates and strainers and everything you could possibly think of in multiple colours and sizes.

I pick up a black cast-iron frying pan and set it on the stove. Next I need butter, eggs, and spices. The spices are on a shelf, and I won't have any problem finding what I need. There's loads of the stuff.

I walk towards the fridge to look for eggs and butter. They're like two of the main ingredients of life, aren't they? Everyone has them. 

I grab the fridge door, but before I can open it - 

"What. Are. You. Doing."

I bite my lip to supress a scowl as I turn around. I guess I should've known Kol would find me sooner or later, I mean I really shouldn't be too suprised.

I cross my arms, standing my ground as I look up at him. "I am getting some actual food if you don't mind. I can't live off of things that are found in a box, I don't know about you. If you want some eggs, let me know - " I turn back around, but he interrupts me.

"Wait!"

"What?" I growl. 

"You won't find much of anything in there." He nods towards the fridge. I just roll my eyes. "I'm sure I can find something. Besides, it's not like there's a dead body in here. Right?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

I just shrug my shoulders. "Then why are you stopping me?"

"You know what, fine. We don't have eggs, but we can get some. I can't leave you here, and you're not going by yourself even if you could drive. So let's go."

I stare at him blankly. "The last time I got in your car I landed myself in this murder house. I really don't want to know what will happen this time."

He shakes his head. "The last time you got in my car, you had fun, there's no use in denying it. What's the harm? Or are you afraid to be alone with me?" He raises an eyebrow, a wide smirk on his lips.

"No! Of course not. Fine, I'll go."

"In that?" He asks, pointing at my sweatshirt, observing the fact that it's pretty much the only thing I am wearing. "I wouldn't mind of course." He grins.

I roll my eyes. "I'm sure you wouldn't. Just wait a few minutes for me to change."

I start to run up the stairs, but he calls after me. "Did I mention how much I approve of the outfit choice?" He yells.

"Shut up!"

The perks of an almost snow day: lots and lots of writing :D Basically in my book, these Kol and Lacey roadtrips are about as exciting as the Delena ones. Don't even try to deny it, they're the best thing ever.

The most ironic thing about this chapter: I hate eggs with a passion, I can't stand them. I think they taste like cardboard and even smell makes me want to barf XD

Loves,

Mollie x