FOR THE HEART OF A WOLF [KLAUS MIKAELSON]

THIRTY EIGHT ▶ THE ATTIC

"We're hoarders."

The words slipped out of Faye Daniels mouth as she stared into the attic of her home with Lacey beside her. It was filled to the brim with trunks and bins most likely stuffed with clothing from different era's. There was a rack with clothes in hanging garment bags that kept them from gaining dust. Books were piled high on shelves and Faye even swore she spotted an old record player in the back with an Elvis record lying on top of it.

"We're not hoarders." Lacey told her niece as she looked at the mess herself, "We're vampires who collect stuff over the ages."

"Hoarding." Faye corrected her, walking into the attic, "We're gonna find something dead in here. I hope it's something cool."

"You're terrifying." Lacey muttered as she walked over towards one of the trunks labelled with a decade on it.

"But you love me though right?"

"Someone's gotta do it." When Lacey said that, Faye grabbed the nearest thing to her, a photo album, and threw it in the blonde's direction. The vampire immediately caught it and set it down beside her before turning to glare at her niece, "This attic ain't gonna' clean itself."

The hybrid pouted at her aunt and stomped her way over to one of the boxes that had that year 1700 written on it. Faye plopped in front of it before clicking it open. She began rifling through everything, trying to find something that peaked her interest. 

"So what is all this stuff?" Faye asked Lacey who was placing books into a pile and moving them aside.

"Mostly just my old stuff and some of your dad's. Dresses, photos, books, stuff we owned from the old days we never got rid of."  Lacey told her, "Other stuff is your stuff. Like your highchair, baby clothes, I think the bike you learned to ride on is up here somewhere."

"I had a bike?" Faye questioned, her eyes wide and bright.

"Of course." The blonde answered, "It was ninja turtles. You adored it."

She jumped up, ditching the box of poofy dresses and and corsets to go look for the bike. Lacey knew exactly what she was doing as she moved boxes of stuff quickly around, using her vamp speed, until she found the green bike that was barely taller than her waist. Faye wheeled it out into the middle of the attic where it was clear with a wide smile on her face.

"You've had this hidden up here all this time?" Faye questioned, moving to sit down on the seat. She didn't dare try to ride it, not really remembering the time she learned. She moved her hand on to the horn on the handlebar, squeaking it loudly. The hybrid let out a giggle, "I wish my car honked like this. It'd be a lot funnier when I get road rage."

It was then when she noticed the smile on Lacey's face. Faye tilted her head to the side with a small smile of her own, "What?"

"I just thought I'd never see you on that bike again." Lacey told her. A fond look grew on her face as she stared at her niece, "When your dad took the training wheels off for the first time and tried to teach you how to ride it without them, you crashed into a tree. You had a few scrapes and bruises that healed, but you were emotionally scarred. You refused to ever ride that bike again because it was evil."

Faye snorted, "I sound like a drama queen."

"You were one and still are one. You get it from your dad." The blonde vampire toyed with her daylight ring that sat on her right hand ring finger. She went to speak again, but Faye's phone ringing in her back pocket interrupted their chat. The hybrid pulled it out and looked at the caller ID.

"Speaking of drama queens." She groaned before answering the call, knowing he would be the persistent man he was and come to her house to speak to her, "What do you want?"