• A tale of love, pain and hope •
Mikaela Lockwood is the younger sister of Tyler Lockwood, and a recently-turned Hybrid. After being turned by Klaus, she becomes sired to him, and kills dozens of people. Her family send her to the 1994 Prison World...
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TW: 18+ only! This chapter contains explicit content, violence, and graphic/descriptive details of sexual scenes. I wasn't going to put a warning but this chapter is kind of intense, in all aspects!!!
Mikaela's POV
"Come on, asshole!" I hissed into the phone speaker. "Pick up!"
I'd called my brother five times already with no answer. That was the problem with him - he was always in my business until I actually needed him, then poof... vanished.
I nibbled on my fingernail anxiously, holding the phone against my ear as I prayed. Suddenly, a guy I didn't recognise breezed past me, looking over his shoulder to stare with a smirk on his face.
I raised a brow. "Can I help you?"
The young blonde shook his head, expression still smug as his eyes roamed over my body from head to toe through the pearly white mask covering his face. "Nah. Just seeing what's on offer."
Pulling a face in disgust, I scoffed. "Absolutely nothing for you," I snapped, shooing him away. "Run along now."
He chuckled, before shrugging and heading down the path away from me.
Creep.
As if by some miracle, Tyler finally answered. "What?" he asked in a bored voice.
"God! Took you long enough!" I gasped out.
He tutted. "I was busy."
"Doing what?" I asked, before pausing, realising I probably didn't want to know. "Actually, you know what? Nevermind. Can you come and get me? Please? Shit went south and-"
"Woah, hold on," Tyler interrupted me, beginning to panic. "What's wrong? Is it Klaus?"
"No, no," I assured him. "No, we're safe, everything is fine. It's just drama with Kai-"
My brother laughed harshly. "When is there not drama with Kai?"
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. "Look, can you pick me up or not? Otherwise I'll start walking."
It was quiet for a moment before he groaned. "Alright, give me twenty minutes. I'm on my way."
Exhaling with relief as I clutched a hand to my chest, I smiled. "Thanks. I owe you one."
Hanging up the phone, I hurried back inside, ready to say my goodbyes to everyone.
"Kayla? Is everything okay?" Caroline asked in a panic when I re-appeared. "What the hell happened?"
"We got in a fight," I replied simply, trying not to think too much about it. "Tyler's coming to get me. I'm sorry guys, but I've got to go. I can't be here any longer."
The group nodded in understanding.
Saying my goodbyes to my friends, I warned them all to not stick around much longer and to hurry home.
