PHILOPHOBIA ▶ E. Mikaelson [1] ✓

CHAPTER ELEVEN

My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.

All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.

Original Characters do not belong to me.

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5:15 Bridgit Mendler

I think I've gone dumb, sick on puppy love

Wanna break out, think I've had enough

The walls are cavin' in, and my thick skin

Is feeling kinda' thin, you've found your way back in

Never thought in May, when we came to June

I would feel this way about you

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Pushing my car door closed, I walked around the red Cadillac towards the trunk, yawning. The soft breeze brushed past my bare shoulders, spreading a calm feeling down my back as I clicked the button to open the trunk up, revealing a few grocery bags sitting inside.

I didn't usually bother to get up this early for anything, seeing that I wasn't a morning person.

But the Mikaelsons had a bad habit of not buying actual food and it really showed. This was the oldest vampire family to ever walk this earth and they could get all the blood they wanted. 

Whereas I love to enjoy a burger or two in my life.

And lets just be honest here, a pregnant werewolf couldn't get by off of just a loaf of bread and some juice.

So, at eight a.m, I decided to actually get up and get some ingredients to make both Hayley and I some breakfast. Grabbing the handles of the bags, I pulled them out of the car, using my other hand to shut the trunk closed. The Abattoir stood high in front of me, the echoes of my wedges bouncing off the hollow walls as I walked inside. Rounding the corner, my eyes were focused on the ground below  that it took me a while to process someone clearing their throat a few feet away from me.

I glanced up, my eyes immediately growing wide, the bags slipping out of my hands. My legs started forward, closing the distance as I wrapped my arms around the figure.