“Who?” Elena gasped as her back hit the wall, much harder than she would have expected anyone to push her. The food dropped, landing on the ground with a splat and she inwardly groaned, now what was she supposed to feed Meggie? It’s not like she could cook. Her blue hues widened as her head moved forward only the slightest bit, but feeling something sharp hit her skin. They moved from the food, to the stake, back to the man who was holding her down. “Are you holding a stake to my neck?” she hissed, attempting to push him away, but only resulting in him responding with a harder push against the wall.
Elena let out a shaky breath, cold and light, as her eyes met his. He seemed angry, pissed. The blonde closed her eyes and swallowed, taking a deep breath. She had to be calm in these type of situations, something both Meredith and Bonnie had told her multiple times when she started to visit the cemetery at night. And she had to think it through, thoughtfully, as Aunt Judith had told her the first night her parents died. Her eyes opened again, her blue eyes hinting at some violet as she met the other’s dark, fiery brown ones.
“I’m sure whatever this is,” she started slowly and quietly, using her best calming voice the blonde could muster up. “That whatever this is, or whoever you think I am, it’s not it. I don’t know a Katherine, at all. There’s no Katherine in Fells Church. Nor am I this Katherine. I’m Elena, Elena Gilbert.” Elena shook her head, beginning to get scared. “I- I have a sister at home, which I was trying to get food too cause our Aunt is out. My friends are on their way, we have a Winter Dance to prepare for.”
Again, the porcelain skinned girl took another deep breath, calming down. This was just a guy, wasn’t he? A crazy one, maybe, but a guy. And she was Elena Gilbert, Queen Bee at school, Ice Princess. The girl who all guys wanted, and other girls wanted to be. She literally had the whole town wrapped around her finger and the death of her parents just added to the easiness of her life. And this was just a guy. Just a guy with normal hormones and… holding a stake at her.
“This Katherine girl,” Elena muttered, focusing on saying the other girl’s name a little huskier than anything she had said before. She focused her eyes on him, making sure that the eye contact she made held steady. It was part of her charm, the eyes. The gold and violet specks mixed in with the blue is what got everyone, because it was one of a kind. No one else ever had those kind of eyes. Placing her hand on the man’s arm, she attempted a wiggle and pushing at it slightly, making sure the eye contact stayed.
“Look,” she stated boldly after he didn’t budge. “I’m Elena Gilbert. I get what I want. If you let me go, I’ll help you find this Katherine girl, whatever.” She wouldn’t, of course, put another girl in danger. But, Elena had been in track a few years back, and was always a good sprinter. So, she figured that once she got enough room, she could take off towards home. And then call the police and send them after this… crazy person.
Again, the blonde shoved back at him, not too hard, but not too lightly. Elena sniffed, her nose tilted up. “But you have to let me go. I have a sister to feed. One who’s seven, and who also happens to be home. Alone.”
His fist clenched hard around the stake, leaving his fingers white and rough again the smooth wooden weapon as he stared down at the opposing victim he had pinned against the alley wall. Her words sounded kind, sincere even, but his gut was on a mantra, continuously reminding him of the memories Katherine burned in his mind—nothing can take away the scars he had. Not even her supposedly sincere pleas and cries.
"Not this time, Katherine," Nathan spatted out those words, putting all his anger and jaded history to support his one reply. He could practically feel the anger that rolled off his body, digging the stake a little bit harsher against the other’s smooth skin. "You don’t have a fucking sister. You don’t have a place to call home. Don’t play this game with me. You’re just a fucking vampire that ruined lives—and I’m not letting you get away this time."
Nathan’s body fought her rough pushing, mildly surprised that she hadn’t used her exceptional strength to push him off, yet. It was almost like she was human, an innocent bystander fighting for her life against a thief, and he was it. It was that mild second where he contemplated if she was telling the truth, if she wasn’t then he’d probably be the one pushed against the wall with her fangs sinking into his skin, letting him bleed to death against the cold, harded brick wall. It made him reel back, for a minute.
"What’s you—Tell me your name, again," he questioned in a rush and almost as angry as before, but eyes softening at the thought of actually holding an innocent person. "Just, tell me your name. Who are you."
His grip continued to hold his stake tight, continued to press it against the fine skin before him, watching her every move—every breath she took as the experienced trainer he was. He was supposed to know this, know the difference between human and supernatural. Nathan should’ve known this—but yet, he couldn’t. Nathan’s feet scraped the snowy grounds, making the littlest of noise, hoping that no one would find them in this compromising position; his body pressed tightly against her, holding her every limb as he pressing an opposing weapon against her jugular. God, his mind raced from Katherine, to this girl, to all the things he had learned about supernatural beings, to not getting caught. It was times like these where he actually wanted those breaks that he could never have, as he could’ve still been at the bar, drinking his beer in peace without seeking a supernatural being like Katherine from afar. God, Nathan just wanted some peace.
Nathan’s breath quickened, his hold loosening, as he looked down at Katherine’s eyes still guarded with uneasiness. “You have five seconds to prove to me that you’re not her—that thing—and I’ll let you go. Convince me.”
Elena was in the Grill, picking up lunch for her sister and her Aunt Judith. She had placed the order a half hour ago, but still she had to wait. Huffing, she placed herself infront of the bar, waiting with her cheeks in her hands. When the people finally came with her food, she gave them a cold look before throwing some cash on the table and turning around towards the door. The blonde paused for a moment, digging her phone out of the pocket and walking towards the door, eyes on her tiny bright screen.
Her distracted state was interrupted when someone bumped into her and she looked up, her blue eyes as cold as ice. “Excuse you,” she muttered under her breath as she pushed past the brown eyed and haired boy. Elena walked into the cold air the moment she got out, a simple breath came out her nose, a smoky like haze coming out.
The blonde briskly walked down the alleyway, the fastest way to her house, seeing as it was only behind the Grill. But, she paused when she heard footsteps. Nobody took this way but her, there was nothing to see, unless it was her. So Elena whirled around, eyebrows crinkled as she spotted the same boy. “Can I help you?” she snapped, her voice sharp and eyebrow raised as she crossed her arms, the food hanging off the tip of her right hand middle finger.
Nathan thought, he might have to check for the word ‘trouble’ stamped across his forehead in bright letters as situations like this one has always found its way near him when the young adult was least expecting it. It was his day off, too, for god’s sake.
The hunting business hasn’t been exactly blooming since Nathan had decided to continue his settlement in Mystic Falls, killing only a few other vampires and werewolves but not ever nearing one close these past few days. It finally struck him to finally take the temporary vacation he had been looking for, something that the brunette had never experienced ever since he had dropped out of college for this. So, he found himself nursing a beer over at the Mystic Grill, a teenage hangout that apparently was blooming with business. Nathan sat in the corner, quietly, holding his bottle close and lazily roaming his eyes over the sea of students that crowded into the building. And, god, Nathan would’ve had missed it if it weren’t for the searing anger in his chest.
Katherine von Swartzchild was someone that Nathan could never forget, with her soft blonde hair and the bright look in her blue eyes, it was ridiculous that he remembered all those small details about that one woman, but it probably turned out for the best when he spotted her across the room, sitting on the bar, looking as if she’d rather kill herself than even breathe in the same room as all those teenagers. People never change, Nathan thought grimly but eyes never once leaving the blonde. Screw vacation. If it meant killing the infamous von Swartzchild, it was really no competition which he’d pick.
Nathan shot up from seat from the back corner when he had lost sight of the blonde girl, carelessly throwing money onto his table as his eyes immediately scanned the room like the survival hunter he was. He wasn’t going to let this one get away, Nathan swore on it. Not after all the pain she had caused.
As soon as he turned around, his shoulder bumped roughly against another’s, words of apologies already falling out of his mouth.
Fuck, it was her. It was Katherine who stood in front of him, who looked near perfection except with the aura of anger that surrounded her. Not the anger that he would expect, though. She didn’t even seem to recognize him. It was odd, but then again, Katherine was everything that defined odd. Taking one good look around the grill, Nathan palmed the stake that was safely nestled in the crook of his waistband before following the blonde outside in the cold weather.
Nathan knew it shouldn’t take long for Katherine to find out he was following her; that’s why he took the stake out before he even knew it, and pushed her up against an alleyway as soon as words left her mouth. He pushed the stake firmly against her jugular, staring straight into her eyes as his own eyes flamed in rage.
"It’s been a long time, Katherine."
“I guess they wanted me to stand out” He smiled. “Thanks again” He nodded, smiling. “I’m pretty great. It’s good seeing my family here again. Are you new to town?”
"Well, they did a good job. You stand out pretty fine to me," he replied with a grin. "No problem. He laughed. "You haven’t seen your family, I’m guessing? And aha, I guess you can say that."
“Thank dude, it’s a mystery to you and me both” He laughed. “And how are you tonight, Nathan?”
"Really? Your parents must have a knack at unique names, then. I like it." He chuckled. "I’m pretty great, actually. And, yourself?"
She took a deep breath, hoping it would calm her fast beating heart. It did, only the slightest bit.
Clara’s eyebrows crinkled as he touched her hair, her breath catching in her throat as moved them away from her eyes, giving her a clear view of him.He wasn’t your everyday hot, his teeth a bit sharp, eyes not even, hair a mess. But, he was her type. Cute. Shy. Matching hair and eye color. And most definitely nice and sweet. “Maybe I should stay,” she said even more softly, before her voice got stronger and she giggled for a quick moment. “Yea. Nice town. Nice… people. Yeah…” Her hands moved slightly as she was talking, something that just seemed to happen with her. She could never seem to stand still anymore, especially since moving to Mystic Falls. It had been a while since she had felt this awkward around a guy, usually they were ignoring her or trying to get into her pants; or skirts and dresses in her case. “So, then you would know if it was nice here. I think I can trust my judgement,” with a shrug, Clara continued on. “I do like it here, already. Which is different, but nice. I’ll see what I can do about staying longer.” Clara’s fingers played with her own on top of the table as she finished up. “I’m just glad I met you, actually. At least I now know someone.”
It was a mystery of why she was still smiling directly at him, Nathan feeling like a complete creep hitting on a girl he had just met a few hours ago. But, he genuinely liked Clara as she came off as a sweet, innocent, beautiful girl—more importantly, normal. Nathan could admit that he needed some normalcy in his life as taking a break from hunting could do that to a person. So, Nathan continued to smile and nod through their conversation, gazing at Clara with admiring eyes and a hopeful glace. “Mystic Falls is pretty great. It has it’s flaws, but I’ve met some great people here and seen some great sights, so it’s not bad, you know?” Nathan inquired with a soft chuckle, picking up his drink to take a small sip to calm the nerves. “And, ah, thanks. You’re pretty great yourself. I guess we’re just too newbies in the town, right?” The elder teen grinned down at his lap before redirecting his smile back at the blonde, unable to hide that fact that he was spectacularly giddy to learn about Clara’s liking for him, too.
“Hey, I’m Callum Mikaelson. It’s a pleasure to meet you”
"Uh, hey. You got a pretty cool name, actually. I’m Nathan Davis."
She pursed her lips for a moment, averting her eyes to look down at her drink before looking back up and shooting him another small smile as she saw the dark flush on his cheeks. Clara took another sip, licking her lips for a moment and setting the sky blue drink on the table. Clara laughed lightly, her hair falling around her face, distracted for the time being. “Yes,” she replied softly, “Only been here about… a day now? I move around a lot, so I’m used to it.” She eyed him, pausing for a moment, “But, I kinda wanna stay here. How about you?”
Nathan took a long sip of his beer, as to hoping ir would calm his nerves about this whole situation now that he thought of it as a date. He couldn’t help but watch and long to brush the strans of hair that had fallen upon her eyes, fingers twitching beside his drink as he stuffed his hands hurriedly into his pockets and shrugged at the direct question. “You should, stay here, I mean. This place is, ah, pretty great,” Nathan replied with a quiet laugh, shoulders shaking with laughter as he blushed down into his lap. It’s been a while since he actually had a civil conversation between another girl, since he had broken up with his old girlfriend and long since talked to Maddie. And another, it was like Nathan’s mind automatically went towards Faye, the bitchy witch that Nathan wished to get rid off in his mind but ignored all together. “I’ve lived here for about a year, before I had to leave due to work a few months ago, but today was my first day back, actually,” Nathan explained, hand motions involved and a light of a smile in his eyes. “I’m just glad I met someone who understands, you know?”
Clara smiled brightly as she watched him walk away, her head tilted the slightest bit. Queer one, was he. Maybe she could get him to talk later. Clara waited patiently, her foot and nails tapping to the same beat as she watched him. She was getting better at this, she though to herself for a quick second. She was more patient, and actually had a lot of control over her body from how she was when she first … came back. As Clara noticed him coming back, her smile grew bigger. The drink in his hand was blue and she took it, her finger tips brushing his the slightest bit. Usually, she wasn’t straight forward like this. But there was something about him, something that made her think he would just get her. “Thank you, fine sir,” Clara replied, sipping the drink gracefully.
It was when Nathan had handed her the drink was when he felt the sudden brush of their fingers, his cheeks darkening and his lips quirking into a small smile. “You’re definitely welcome, ‘ma lady,” Nathan said in a playful matter, laughing quietly as he retook his seat across from the blonde. It was bizarre that Nathan actually took a liking towards someone that he had just met previously, feeling like a part of an unexpected date. “So, are you new here at Mystic Falls? I’ve never seen you here, before.”