Once in a Blue Moon [TW/TVD Fanfic]

Glitter and Champagne Part 2

Chapter 3 - Glitter and Champagne Part 2

Scene 4: Special Guest

3rd Person POV

As Derek pulled up the concrete driveway in his sleek black Camaro he couldn't stop his jaw from dropping. He knew the Mikaelsons were rich, but he didn't know they were this rich! Thinking back to the text he was sent Derek now realized just how literal Briar meant it when she called her home a mansion.

Once the alpha was parked he withdrew his key from the ignition and let out a shaky breath. Come on! Get it together! He told himself. This was his best friend for goodness sake! What was his problem?!

Derek watched as tons of guests flooded the building. He wondered how many vampires would be attending. He might have to watch his back tonight.

Finally, after it felt like a good few centuries had passed Derek opened the driver side door and nervously stepped out into the cool night air. He took a few breaths to try and calm his racing heart while simultaneously wiping his sweaty palms on his black slacks. He then made his way up the driveway and towards the front door where he was quickly ushered in by some sort of compelled greeter. The Mikaelsons and their need for grand affairs. Derek almost thought this ball would be some sort of joke. Clearly, he had never attended an actual Mikaelson ball. He was in for a real treat.

The Mikaelson siblings were stood regally on the left side of the main stairwell. The oldest being Elijah stood at the top followed by Niklaus, Rebekah, Kol and Briar who were all standing below him.

Elijah addressed the guests receiving their full attention. "Welcome, thank you for joining us. You know whenever our family comes together like this, it's tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance."

Briar's eyes searched the crowd eventually landing on a handsome broody werewolf who surprisingly scrubs up well. Derek could sense someone's eyes on him and as he looked around he caught the gaze of Briar. The two locked eyes before she sent him a dazzling smile to which he returned with a grin of his own.

Elijah's voice soon interrupted their little moment when he says, "Tonight's pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom."

Briar rushed down the stairs heading straight to Derek. The werewolf let out a grunt when the youngest Mikaelson all but threw herself in his arms.

"I missed you." She whispered as she pulled back. Briar then grasped Derek's hand tugging him along to the ballroom.

"It's been so long since I've last seen you. You've grown!" Briar chuckled when the man responds, "And I see you haven't grown an inch."

"Do you know the dance?" Briar didn't expect her friend to know it. It was invented way before his time. So, it came to quite a shock when Derek easily followed her lead and performed the dance perfectly.

Briar clapped her hands when the dance was over. "You did wonderful, young sir." Derek couldn't help the heat that overcame his face when she said this. Thankfully, Briar didn't notice as she was staring at something across the room.

The evening progressed and soon it was nearly midnight. Having gotten plenty of sleep and was still wide awake Briar lead the intoxicated alpha outside. She helped him to his car, but instead of putting him behind the wheel she slipped him in the passenger seat. She buckled him up and made sure he was comfortable before speeding back into the house and grabbing the bags she packed. She threw them in the back before shutting the door. She then slipped into the drivers seat of the expensive car making sure to have swiped the keys from her friend beforehand. Briar slid the key into the ignition and then started the car. She knew werewolves couldn't get cold, but she felt like it was right to turn up the heater anyway.

Once she knew Derek was as comfortable as could be she backed out of the driveway and headed down the road. She keyed Beacon Hills, California into the GPS before looking back at the road with a content smile on her face.

The town they were leaving was indeed a supernatural hotspot, but the town they were heading to was a completely different story.

It isn't called Beacon Hills for nothing.