Ava was known for running away.
What happens when she finally has to come home only to be met with the demons she tried to leave behind.
Ava O'Connell was ready to go for good, until one pretentious family got in her way.
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Slightly hungover and disheveled by the blistering sun beating down against the pavement, Ava stumbled along with Vincent and Camille. A lukewarm coffee was plastered in her grip as the trio scoured the streets for one mass murdering psycho. It was not exactly how Ava thought her day would pan out.
"I get that we have to keep tabs on the vampiric asshole, but I thought we could -you know- take shifts at least." Ava mumbled, shoving her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose. Cami laughed at her little sisters comment as the group spotted their criminal.
"Look ave, there's safety in numbers. And right now, we're tracking a mass murderer." She observed, turning her back on their victim so they didn't look suspicious.
"Do you think in a hundred years they'll be throwing him a party... smiley face carver blues fest?" Cami questioned as they observed the axe man festival, pushing past men with axes imbedded in their heads. Ava laughed at her sisters comment, her eyebrow quirking with curiosity.
"Probably, but I think they'll find a better name for it." She observed, chucking her cold coffee into a bin without a moments thought.
"Well, everybody loves a charismatic killer. We all know that better than anyone." Vincent chuckled half heartedly, receiving a heated glare off of the smaller blonde.
"Excuse me?" She muttered as her icey eyes flared with repulse.
"You and klaus, me and my psychotic wife." He explained, finding slight humour in the girls reaction. She found nothing humorous about it.
"Why do you think I don't practice magic anymore?" He continued after noticing the girl had become mute, she wanted to shout at him for his naive comment. To explain that her attraction was not just a thrill for dramatics, or an infatuation with death.
But she knew, her hot headed temper would only cause more distress than necessary. Cami was focused on keeping an eye on their own murderer, but as she blinked for just one second- the man had vanished.
"No, no. No! What happened." She whined as the three caught their attention on the now empty spot he had stood in before.
"He's been stringing us along. That bastard." Ava spat as she glared at where he should have been. Without a second thought, she used her anger to help find him.
She ignored the calls of her friends as she pushed past the crowds coating the roads, and headed in the direction she thought Klaus would have gone. Lucien, after all, was the embodiment of Niklaus Mikaelson.
As she turned a corner and left the sight of her sister, tins began to roll and chimes began to clatter. She found it sweet that he thought he could scare her that way, after spending so long with the mikaelson family.
"Avangaline, so good to see you, again." Luciens voice sifted through the air as the man materialised behind her. She swiftly turned, hiding her shocked expression with a slant of her eyebrow. He stepped closer, a sly grin slithering through his lips.
"I've been dying to get you alone." His voice was as slimy as his appearance, slipping through the air like water to a window pain. Slick and heavy.
"You do know I've been cleared of all suspicion by real detectives, yet you hound me. Why is that?" He chuckled, the tone forced and manipulative.
"My sister and I are known to read people, and you aren't that hard to read." Ava spat as she nudged her way out of the enclosing proximity. Lucien laughed again, the sound hallowed and shrivelled.
"On that, love, I beg to differ. I think maybe you're enticed by me." His voice dropped to a whisper, venom flashing in his eyes as he noticed the way her body shuddered at the thought.
"One thing we can agree on, however." He began, stepping closer to the girl with a predatory stance.
"This little theatre between us does need to reach a conclusion, I mean how distraught would Nik be if he witnessed our theatrics." The vampire lulled as his eyes went into slits, watching the way the girl continued to squirm under his stare.
Lucien delicately grazed the skin of her cheek with his hand, almost feeling the blood run through her veins. The touch intoxicating.
"So..." Lucien smiled maliciously, his heavy breath fanning her face.
"How do we end it?" The question was rhetorical, but Ava still felt a slick of fear run through her veins. This man was psychotic, fathoming something that only disgusted her to the point bile was rising in her throat. She quickly shuddered from his grasp, taking a large step back as she shot daggers at the vampire.
"You're delusional. And if you think you can do anything to me without a specific person tearing your heart from your chest, you really are as delusional as I think you are." Ava spat, wisps of her hair bouncing along with her slightly shaking structure. Lucien chuckled once again, this time more sadistic than before.
"You think just because you know someone like Klaus, you know someone like me?" He questioned with a narrowed gaze, finally becoming agitated with the O'Connell.
"You were his protégée." Ava reminded him, folding her arms as she waited for his hysteric response.
"You don't know me!" He yelled, striding toward her until he was mere inches from her skin.
"But you're about to find out." Ava gulped in a breath as the man vanished from her sight, her heart beating faster than she thought possible. She was scared of what he was about to do, and what he was capable to get away with.
The sound of struggled breath and a plea for help wafted through the air with a stench of blood. Ava's eyes widened as she realised what his plan was, and immediately set off to find the origin of the sound.
The blonde almost cried as she saw a helpless man cowering behind one of the main bins. Blood dowsed his skin as if it was water, his cheeks split open like he was a broken toy. Her body was trembling as she went to comfort the dying man, shushing his cries as she began to dial her sisters number.
She stayed like that for a while, allowing the mans blood to coat her skin like nail varnish and just waited until the inevitable happened.
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