Simple Secrets || N. Mikaelson

~17~

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Talia Monroe wasted no time in fleeing Mystic Falls, Virginia. She had packed a back in seconds and left on the first flight out of there. It didn't matter to her where she went, as long as she got away. 

The first flight took her to New York and from there she went to London.

Unsurprisingly, the Mikaelsons had a townhouse in the city that she was able to move into. Talia got an interior decorator to redo the old-fashioned house, getting more modern furniture that fit her personality. 

Lounging on a white couch complete with gray pillows and a pink throw blanket - Talia was still experimenting with her own taste - she held the TV remote aloft and switched through the channels. 

Her manicured nails were playing with a loose curl, wrapping it subconsciously around her index. Her mind was in turmoil and had been for a few days. Since she had arrived in London she hadn't been able to feel the soulmate bond at all. 

Nothing on Klaus's side, which only made her anxious. 

She'd been in London a few days and he had said he wouldn't call on her again, but did that mean he would split the bond? 

Could he even do that without her present? Plus, they didn't even know what might happen if they did split the bond. She would lose access to his immortality, wouldn't she die? 

Or, maybe, the Hybrid didn't care if she lived or died, as long as he didn't die too. 

Groaning, Talia thought it through again. Of course Klaus would split the bond. It would be the only way to save his own ass when she wasn't being protected 24/7. 

Staring down at her hands, Talia examined the gray, marbled nails she had just had done. She was just a weakness to the Hybrid and they both knew it.

Talia had thought he had begun caring for her again. The talk next to the river the night Stefan almost killed her, his worried look after her three day kidnapping. 

A kidnapping she still had no idea what it had been about . . . that was weird. She had nearly forgotten about that. 

Talia scratched the back of her neck, lifting up her thick curls to air out the skin there. She definitely should think about how three days were missing from her memories, but at the same time she just didn't care. 

Standing and turning off the TV, Talia headed to her room to change out of her sweatpants into a cute dress. It was gray and raining out, but she didn't mind. London needed to be explored and she was more than happy to explore it. 

Tugging on a cute, yellow sundress that complimented her skin tone, Talia bounced outside and was met with torrential rain. A peal of laughter escaped her lips as she was immediately soaked to the bone. 

God, she loved the rain. 

She twirled, droplets causing her thick curls to weigh down and make her head feel like it weighed a thousand pounds. Her hair would take forever to dry, but she didn't care. 

Though, it was beginning to frizz quickly. 

Grimacing slightly, Talia continued her walk down the street. She draped her scarf over her hair, tucking it under the scarf to protect it. Her curls were mildly manageable, letting her hide them away. 

Dress swishing around her legs, she darted into the first clothing store she found, looking for some more dresses. 

Since leaving Klaus, she had discovered a love for loose, swishy dresses. Especially pastel colored.