Now being face to face, she was positive he almost looked like Kol. Except his hair was jet black instead of brown. His eyes were like grey clouds on a rainy day, his skin was pure white, and was a few feet taller than her.
His British accent sounded so familiar.
"What the hell? Who are you?" She asked.
"You have Finn's eyes." He commented.
Aliza stared at him, utterly confused. She had no idea who this Finn was and at that moment she wasn't even interested.
"I asked who you are?"
"It's quite complicated to explain who exactly I am. But I want you to know something. When the time comes you shall help me." He answered.
She scoffed, "Help you with what?"
He smiled and said, "You will find out."
"What are you doing here?"
She turned around, only to see Niklaus standing behind her. He wore a white henley, she noticed the paint smeared on his shirt, his hands were stuffed inside his pocket. Aliza looked behind her.
There was no one.
She was baffled, he was standing right there and now he was gone. That was creepy. Was it a ghost? Vampires and Werewolves exist, does that mean ghosts are present too? That wasn't the most pleasing thought.
"I thought I heard footsteps." She answered. She figured she would ask about the man to the guards outside, maybe he was one of them. Niklaus squinted his eyes as if he thought she was lying.
"You were painting" Aliza looked at him and commented.
Niklaus raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. He seemed so bored, standing there talking to her. He asked, "What makes you say that?"
Aliza shrugged her shoulders and said, "You've got streaks of paint all over your shirt and hand. Also, your fingers are red, you've been holding something for a long time. I'm assuming that it was a paintbrush. Were you using oil paints or acrylic?"
She could've sworn his lips turned into the smallest of a smirk, "Why don't you take a guess, love? You seem to be quite the Sherlock Holmes ."
She took a moment to think before saying, "Well it depends on your style. Oil paints take longer to dry, You will have more flexibility. They work well in realistic style paintings. With acrylic paints, you must be decisive with your strokes. I'm guessing oil paints?"
There was amusement lingering in his eyes. The smirk had grown a little wider, just a little. They both just stared at each other in complete silence.
There was something odd about this entire family. Something very broken. Aliza wished to figure it out. She was sure that they had experienced pain. But in what way? There could be tons of things that could happen to a person in the course of a thousand years. There was a part of her itching to ask what is wrong? Questions like why do Freya and Elijah look at her as if she means something to them? Why is Kol so defensive around her?
Elijah entered the hallway and was surprised to see them. Aliza and Niklaus seemed unaware of his presence. He was worried, Niklaus would say something to Aliza despite Vincent making it very clear how that would end up.
"Niklaus."
Elijah stepped beside Aliza, a stern look on his face.
Klaus glanced at his brother, he knew that Elijah was worried he would say something to the girl. He had to admit the girl was smarter than he expected her to be.
It was rather interesting just how attached Elijah had become with Finn's daughter.
Without saying a word, he walked away.
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She was thinking about sharing this incident withVincent or her parents, but she just decided to wait a little longer.
The training was exhausting. She barely slept that night, she had inquired about the man but no one had seen him. She was a little freaked out about it because if it was a ghost she had no interest in interacting with him again.
The guards were so uptight and formal like she was the one with fangs and inhuman strength. Eventually, she had to call them out for being so stiff.
They addressed her as 'Miss' for god's sake.
She had to 'order' them to talk to her informally. That resulted in her making a bunch of vampire friends, how cool was that.
She yawned, she listened to Camille as she explained to her about Molar mass. Aliza would probably have to go through the chapter herself because she was feeling so sleepy.
"Tired?" Camille asked. She rested her hands on the table.
They were sitting in the dining room. Vincent and Elijah were in the living room, Elijah's nose in a book and Vincent's in his phone. Freya had gone out for some work. Aliza hadn't seen Marcel since morning. Rebekah and Niklaus were sitting at the bar practicing their daily dose of alcoholism.
Aliza rubbed her eyes, "You can say that."
Camille smiled, "Since it's the first day. How about we wrap up in an hour?"
Aliza shook her head, "Nah it's fine. Can we go to my room?"
"Sure."
She was already feeling guilty for dropping out of school, sure somehow her parents had convinced the school to take her tests but it wasn't enough to take the weird feeling away. She missed her home, the familiarity of it, the warmth, being around her parents, her school, her classmates. She missed having a routine.
Camille began gathering the books that were scattered on the table.
Kol stormed in the room, Aliza groaned at the sight of him. After sleep deprivation, drowsiness, body pain, and a headache, the last person she wished to be around was Kol. Her mood was off since the beginning of her day and now it was going to be awful.
Kol heard her and grinned.
She just gave him a blank expression hoping he would take a hint and leave her alone because she was really not in the mood for his crap.
"Camille, darling. How are you?"
Camille just smiled in return.
Kol pulled a chair and sat beside Camille. Aliza knew he was going to say something. She watched as Kol grabbed the chemistry book and flipped through the pages. She wondered if he understood anything written in it. He tossed the book back on the table.
Probably not.
"My, my little devil, you are even more boring than you look."
Much to her horror, Kol leaned against the chair and placed his legs on the table, over the book.
His dirty shoes on her textbook.
Her textbook.
Oh hell no.
She had enough.
Aliza smiled sweetly and said, "Well some of us have to work hard because we would like to be independent, unlike some other idiot who does nothing but sits at home and is a pain everybody's ass. Tell me Kol when was the last time you had a job? I'm guessing," She made a face like she was thinking, "Never years ago?"
Laughter burst through the house, Aliza recognized it as Rebekah's. Elijah and Vincent joined in. Niklaus was shaking his head, a wide grin on his face. Camille pressed a hand against her mouth, suppressing a laugh.
The look on Kol's face was priceless. He didn't see that coming. Aliza was done being polite to this guy because he had pulled the last string of her self control.
She wasn't going to tolerate anyone messing her books.
Not even an ancient bloodsucking asshole.
Kol opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I wasn't the one who failed kindergarten."
She snatched her book from underneath his legs, causing Kol to stumble a little.
Aliza walked towards the living room not sparing Kol a second look, Camille followed behind, her hand still pressed against her mouth.
After they both were gone Rebekah was the one who spoke,
"I'm starting to like this girl."
A voice came from the dining room.
"Oh shut up!"
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I hope you guys aren't bored with chapters like this where I write only such scenes where it's only interaction between the characters and no major story development but I promise there will be that in further chapters.
I wanted to make this story unique and show like.
I really suck at dialogue writing though so forgive me if the conversations seem odd to you.
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Who's your favorite transformer btw?
Mine is Optimus Prime, I think he is really cool.