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"So, I'll be writing 'occult human-trafficking' and 'human sacrificing' on the police report?"
Morgan lived a normal life besides the fact that she'd never known her parents. She had a shoebox apartment not far from the café in Brooklyn where she...
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Morgan Monteith & The memorable morning-walk
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CONT..
Looking into Morgan's eyes. Klaus smirked,"Remember." And at his words, a flood of memories came to her instantly.
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After the morning Morgan had, with Kathrine showing up and pretending to be Elena and having been almost decapitated by a furious Damon mistaking her of being the bitch-devil-reincarnate herself, she was elated to be out of the boarding house and spending some time for herself in nature. She'd been taking walks more often as of late to give herself some space from all of the supernatural drama. And in doing that, she'd found the nearby forest to be an excellent sanctuary.
It was a particularly lovely day outside that day. Even though the weather had turned chillier as of late, the sun shone brightly enough that she could take off her leather jacket and sit on it as she sat against a tree in a ray of sunlight.
A branch snapping brought Morgan out of her almost meditative state. She opened her eyes to orient herself, startled. In this shitty supernatural town, you could never be too careful.
"Oh, hi." She greeted the handsome stranger as he walked into the little clearing. He was smiling apologetically, "–I didn't mean to startle you." He had a British accent.
Morgan stayed seated, shading here eyes from the sun as she looked up at him approaching. "Thats alright, I was just sitting in my own thoughts, enjoying the sun. It's so warm today." She told him earnestly. He seemed to be of no threat to her. And she deemed it was only polite to do a little bit of small talk.
The man returned her smile showing off a perfect row of pearly whites, "It is indeed. Can I ask you, what is a beautiful girl like you doing out here all by her lonely self?" He asked looking around theatrically as if to further prove his surprise that she was truly unaccompanied.
Morgan chuckled, "I'm just taking a little walk, and enjoying the music." She confessed simply. The man looked puzzled, "I don't hear any?"
"The earth has music only for those who listen." Morgan lectured him wisely. The man looked at her, clearly intrigued now, "You know your Shakespeare.." He stated impressed. "Evidently, so do you." She countered equally as impressed.
"Would you like to sit with me?" She offered moving over a bit. "Why not, I'll humour you." The man accepted her invitation, approached and sat down beside her, leaning against the tree.
They sat for several minutes eyes closed, simply enjoying the sounds of the forest silently by each others side. "My favourite is the blackbird.. Do you have one? –A favourite?" Morgan finally gathered the courage to ask. The man looked at her surprised by her question. It was a question so simple, yet he had not been asked something like that for centuries. "A favourite bird?.. The starling perhaps? It was my mother's favourite." He admitted to her honestly. It was delicate moment for him. One of those rare moments where he felt his whole entire act drop for a second. A moment where he felt safe enough to share a private piece of information on himself.
Morgan smiled softly at him before breaking into a small grin, "The starling. A fine choice indeed." She said in a British accent. The man looked at her huffing amused at her attempt to mimic his accent.
Again, a comfortable silence fell over them for a bit.
"I can see now how you had my brother falling so quickly." The man admitted. A certain nonchalance in his tone. Morgan looked at him unnerved. "E-excuse me?"
The man smiled at her, though the warmth and kindness that she had seen before, was now totally gone from his face. "–The un-mistakable beauty of the doppelgänger, a pure heart, a stunning mind and the fire behind those Petrova eyes.." He continued, a sliver of his true nature shining through his cold and violent eyes.
"Klaus." Morgan scrambled to her feet.
Klaus got up calmly, taking his time. "Indeed. It was nice meeting you, love, but for now you must forget me till I'm ready to set my plan of the sacrifice into motion."
"No." Morgan's voice was but a whisper. Too caught up in her own fear to notice she'd even spoken the denial out aloud. "Morgana." Klaus grumbled her name sternly in warning to not do anything stupid. Alas, she ran.
"You can't outrun me dear." Klaus lectured her calmly as he sped in front of her. Morgan dodged him in a sharp turn and ran another way. "–you figured it out so quickly. I almost admire you for that." Klaus continued as he sped in front of her again, this time catching her by her arms, holding her in place.
"No don't–" Morgan squirmed and pleaded with the original, knowing neither was of use. "–Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit." Klaus told her, fake comfort doing nothing to calm her.
"Don't do it!" Morgan told him firmly. Trying to wriggle and even look away and turn her head. All futile attempts. "You will forget that this ever happened until I tell you to remember. You will forget my face until you see it again, and if anyone asks, you simply had a lovely little morning walk before you returned home. Nothing exciting happened."
Morgan blinked, and looked around confused. She couldn't remember why she was so out of breath so suddenly, nothing exciting had happened? She was just having a lovely morning walk?
Though a feeling of uneasiness settled somewhere deep within her, made her grab her jacket from the base of the tree and quickly return home to the boardinghouse.
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Notice, this is set in chapter five during Morgan's morning walk.
