A Secluded Mansion in Northern New York
I smiled and took a sip of my whiskey. I walked down the stairs and into the library. My smile widened and I shook my head slightly. I downed the rest of my whiskey, set my glass down, and threw my arms around my best friend. He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I pulled away and slapped him across the face. He stumbled back and I folded my arms.
“What’s that for?” he cried.
“You were supposed to take me out dancing,” I said.
“I’m sorry I was a bit busy daggered in a box,” he cried.
“Is that supposed to be an excuse?” I asked.
“Well yes,” he said.
“It isn’t,” I snapped. I picked up my glass and poured myself some more whiskey.
“Still an alcoholic?” he asked.
“Still an ass?” I asked. He smirked and I poured him a glass of blood and whiskey. He took the glass and I sat down on the floor. My friend leaned back and settled into the couch.
“How long have you been out?” I asked.
“A few days,” he said.
“A few days? And your only just now coming to me,” I said.
“I had some nasty business to take care of with my mother. She tried to kill us all,” he said.
“Again?” I asked.
“Yes it was god awful,” he said.
“So are all your siblings back?” I asked.
“Yes, we all had to be undaggered,” said my friend. I smiled and shook my head. I took a sip of my whiskey and looked at him with sparkling eyes.
“So tell me where is Mikaelson homebase now?” I asked.
“Mystic Falls a rather unfortunate town,” he said.
“A hotbed for the supernatural I hear,” I said. He looked at me and a wicked smile spread over his face.
“Am I sensing a scheme?” he asked.
“You’ve been stuck in that box for far too long-I think it’s time we had a little fun,” I said. A smile spread over my friends face and he pulled out his keys.
“Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart,” he said. I smiled at him and drank the last of my whiskey. I stood up and he held the door open for me. He smiled down at me and I chuckled lightly.