The Night's On Fire(Kol Mikaelson Fanfic)

Chapter 2

-TNOF-

-Flashback. London; 1680-

"Here you are, miss," the elderly man says, hanging the seemingly young woman a basket of fresh vegetables. The woman smiles kindly at the man, handing him a pouch filled with coins, vastly overpaying the man. The man's eyes widen when he looks into the pouch.

"Thank you kindly, sir," she says, her dulcet, false English accent blending in with everybody else. Before the man can say anything, she's already walking away. Returning to her home takes a little longer than originally planned, due to her decision to enjoy the cool breeze, and to take the long way home. Before long, the sun, which was already setting when she purchased her vegetables, had disappeared from the sky, being replaced with a bright gray moon.

As she walks, she hears a scream emitting from a few yards away from where she's standing. She stops walking abruptly, and listens closely. She can distinctly hear the sound of a man chuckling, and a woman sobbing.

"Please, don't do this. Please, let me go!" the woman pleads, and the other woman flashes to the scene, her basket of vegetables being dropped to the ground. She sees a rather large man pinning a blonde woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, to a wall. He was assaulting the blonde woman's neck with unwanted, wet kisses, and slowly raises her skirts farther up her leg. The blonde woman suddenly drops to the ground, hurriedly fixing her dress, when the man is ripped away from her.

"Now, I believe that the lady said no," the dark haired woman growls in the man's face. The blonde watched, wide-eyed as the woman who was no bigger than herself, held her assailant to the opposite wall by the neck with amazing strength. The man's eyes widen in horror as the whites of the woman's eyes turn dark red, dark veins appear underneath her eyes, and her canine teeth elongate into sharp fangs.

The blonde woman gasps when the dark haired woman bites into the man's neck. The brunette muffles the man's screams with her hand, and moans at the taste of his blood. Eventually, the man stops struggling, and his heartbeat ceases. The brunette drops the lifeless man to the ground, and looks at the blonde, who foolishly didn't run away. The blonde looks at the brunette with a mix of fear, horror, and fascination all playing on her pretty face. The brunette's eyes are still dark, and fangs still showing as she looks at the blonde.

"Why haven't you run?" she asks, slowly approaching the blonde.

"What are you?" she asks, hoarsely.

"Is it not obvious?" the brunette asks, smirking darkly.

"A v-vampire," the blonde whispers. The brunette does nothing to confirm or deny the blonde's suspicions. "Are you going to kill me?"

"Do you wish to die?" the brunette asks.

"No," the blonde says, standing up. The brunette narrows her eyes at the blonde, confused at her own feelings. She feels as if she can trust this woman, that she wants her to know what she is. The brunette shakes her head slightly, and moves closer to the blonde, who quickly backs up, pressing her back against the wall. The brunette grasps the slightly taller blonde's chin between her thumb, and index finger, looking into her eyes.

"You won't tell anyone of what happened tonight," the brunette compels the blonde. She sees a dazed kind of look gloss over the blonde's eyes.

"I won't tell anyone of what happened tonight," the blonde repeats robotically. The brunette nods, and steps away.

"Now, go home," she tells the blonde, who snaps out of her daze, and nods. The brunette looks at her a bit longer, and turns on her heel, starting to walk away.

"My name is Alexia. Alexia Branson. What's your name?" the blonde asks, and much to her surprise, the brunette stops.

"Sofia."