ミ★ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a sarcastic blonde whose haunted by the dead meets a boy with a perfect smile, who just so happens to be haunted by his past?
Will they be able to keep one another at arms length or will they be each others undoing?
Klaus shoul...
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➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱
𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄, and when the sun set in Mystic falls, it always meant trouble was lurking in the shadows. But Cordelia didn't spare that a single worry, not when her uncle was almost certainly practicing his furious speech, lecturing her on the horrifically awful idea that was welcoming Elijah back into the land of the living. So, after much begging, Cordelia had convinced Elena to drop her off at the Grill, the local bar-slash-diner- well, only bar in the near vicinity. She'd told Elena she'd only go for some pancakes, but Cordelia was in fact, lying.
If she was going to get screamed at by bunny-muncher she was going to need to be absolutely hammered. So, as she bid Elena and Elijah goodnight, after making Elena promise not to mention anything regarding Bonnie being the only one who could even have a chance at taking on Klaus, to the Salvatore's - she knew Damon wouldn't let Bonnie have a say whether she wanted to or not. She thought it best for Elena to talk to Bonnie about it, alone.
She strolled up to the Grills door, sending Elena one last reassuring wave before walking in. It was a Friday night, so the bar was packed with drunken men and women. Which meant - as long as Matt wasn't working the bar, Cordelia wouldn't have to worry about getting id-ed. They'd be too rushed off their feet to care.
Her feet led her to an empty stool in the corner of the bar. Next to her were an array of random inspirational quotes littered across the wall, whilst the other side held an empty bar stool. She wasn't blind to the eyes that tracked her every move, all lustful man, who'd decided liquor courage would make them invincible - even to the law, apparently.
She didn't pay them any mind, instead Cordelia's head fell against the bar, her face resting in her hands. Letting the coolness of the bar sink into her skin, groaning, as her mind replayed the day in her head. Taking in a deep breath, she let the sound of drunken laughter rumble through her, usually she'd want to slap them. But tonight, she needed a good distraction. And sadly, their annoying voices were all she had.
Though she couldn't bath in her own company for long, not when he walked into the bar. "Long day?" A voice questioned, it was deep and rather English? She almost couldn't hear it, it was smooth like butter on a warm slice of crisped toast.
Surely he wasn't talking to her. I mean, Cordelia didn't know a single British person, or at least she didn't think she did. No, wait! Elijah, god, she'd been with him all day. How the fuck had she suddenly forgotten about him? Very long day.
Her inner torment soon came to a sudden halt when she realised she hadn't even looked to check if this Brit was speaking to her. So, slowly her head raised from her arms and she twisted in her seat. And, when she did, she was met with a tall, lean man standing behind her. Looking at her. What the fuck.
