The main goal of Jasmine's life, like everyone (okay may be not everyone), is to have an adventures life. Who would have been expecting her to find herself in a coffin with a dagger in her heart. Well does it ring any bells? I mean how many coffin w...
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"Now what?"
"If you say 'now what?' one more time, I swear Kol I will snap your neck and be done with you." I snapped at him at last losing my patience. He has been asking the same question for the thousandth time in the last ten minutes. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating. But I am super irritated. "And for the hundreds and last time, I am looking for a way to enter the house. So shush." I finished, looking for my target.
After our tiny winy accident due to my 'blind person one handed' driving skill, we vamp speed rest of the way here. Right now, we're lurking in the shadow not far away from the Whitmore house.
According to my supposed 100% correct information, Sarah Whitmore should still be alive and kicking which means the presence of Dr. Wes Max-freaking-field, hypothetically, is to be limited. Well, this actually acts both good and bad way for me.
Again I have to be careful of that Aunt also since she has knowledge about Vampires which means she might have her defenses also against my current kind.
'So no tension' I sarcastically thought after listing out all pros and cons of the current plan, mentally rolling my eyes at my paranoid self.
I was brought out of my thought hearing Eldest Mikaelson's sarcastic remarks. "And in all these, how this helps?" He questioned as he gestured towards the snuggling dog in my arms, "Don't tell me this stolen thing is going to invite us in?" He joked, making the fun of the poor creature. I tightened my grip on him in comfort as he let out a whine looking at the culprit. Like he understood he is being mocked.
Well, this guy, about whom opinion is made, came from the house whose gate was my driving skill's first victim in this world. I don't know whether he came to catch me for breaking into their house or for getting warm from the skin biting wind, I chose to believe the second one, because I fell in love with him.
So yes, I picked him up and vanished, leaving my shocked brothers behind, who apparently came out from their surprise after hearing multiple footsteps coming towards them. And in no time, they followed my lead and like this it became three to four members group with the addition of Padfoot. I know not too Original name but nobody can deny Sirius Black rocks.
"It's not stealing. It's called borrowing..." But before I could finish, he cut me off, "I might have been daggered the longest but I know the difference between the two terms. You didn't ask for permission before taking that dog. So, it's called S.T.E.A.L.I.N.G." He finished, spelling stealing to me like I am kid or the one who was daggered for nine hundred years and don't know anything.
"Nobody was taking care of him. This poor little baby was out in cold, whimpering, biting my shoes and barking at me for getting attention at that time." I said while rubbing my nose in his pure shiny black thick fur which looks silver color when light hits on it.
Well, coming to think of it, after wording the situation, it feels like this guy, who is currently licking my free hand, came to catch me instead. I shook my head inwardly not wanting to believe it because if it was true then why it didn't bite me and ran away by now, "Besides, we left our expensive car at their doorstep. If they miss it so much, they can sell the car and buy another one."
