Maddison

Transitions and Truth

Lewis Caplaidi- Grace
-I was only, just a breath removed from going to waste,
till I found salvation in the form of your.
Your Grace.

Clean Bandit- Symphony
-And now your song is on repeat, and I'm dancing on to your heart beat
And when your gone I'll feel incomplete.
So if you want the truth. I just want to be part of your symphony.

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

***Maddison's POV-***

"So you just walked in and out our front door?" I asked Jones.

The witch Elijah has working for him. He snuck into our house last night, in Elena's room and stole a hair brush.

He walked through the front door and out.

"Yea, I did," he went up the stairs to probably his room.

I turned back to Elijah and Alex. "I have got to upgrade that houses' security."

Alexander laughed shaking his head walking to the living room.

"No, I'm serious. The amount of times someone has broken in or a vampire accidentally invited in." I followed him excusing myself from Elijah.

"Well maybe-"

"Maybe Elena, Jeremy or Jenna should have-"

"Locked the front door." he finished.

"I don't like the whole you finishing my sentence thing." I sat next to him.

"Hey! You cut me off first."

"Fair point." I stole the football he bounced around in his hand.

"Really?"

"What I'm bored." I shrugged.

He stole it back from me and smirked.

"Really?"

"You started it."

"Is that seriously your excuse for everything?"

"Are you seriously wanna keep doing this?"

I used my magic and threw the ball from his hand to the wall and I might have used a little too much force because the ball went through the wall.

Again...

"Did you expect a different outcome this time?"

"IF YOU TWO ARE GOING TO CONTINUE DISTROYING MY HOUSE AT LEAST CLEAN UP THE MESS!" Elijah shouted from the kitchen.

"I cleaned up your incident with the tv last time. Your turn to clean up mine." I pat his shoulder getting up.

My phone rang for the millionth time.

Stefan.

Its like I'm his personal therapist or something because he keeps calling to complain again and again and again. You get the point.

He is making it incredibly hard to sell I'm in New Orleans.

Just a voice. He can hear one voice, one sound and it'll all go to hell.

I declined his call going to the kitchen with Elijah.

"Klaus?" I sat on the stool.

"What about him?" he cut up the carrots looking up to me.

"Well... I think I should know a little about your brother."

His eyes darted to mine and widened slightly.