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Exiting the airport, brown eyes swept over the crowds of people and buildings that scraped the sky. Caramel hands ran through black hair and then began straightening a pin-striped gray pant suit.
Away from Him and she still acted like the perfect little doll. How bland.
The young woman trotted down the stairs, excitedly lugging her suitcase behind her as she made towards one of the cabs. Freedom, this meant freedom.
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Two weeks later and Talia had found herself a job. She had bought an apartment using her credit card, which was connected to Klaus's bank account, but even with the limitless wealth she still wanted a sense of normalcy, which lead to her getting a job at a nearby restaurant.
She stood in her master bathroom, studying her appearance in the mirror as she finished her make-up. She ran her hands lazily through her curls, smiling at its natural appearance and texture. Rubbing some essential oils into her thick mane, Talia felt happy. For the first time in a long time, she was happy. During her years with Klaus she never wore her hair in its natural state, constantly keeping it straight.
But her freedom came with the ability to change her appearance whenever. To wear any clothes and try any make-up and let her hair be in any style. The beautiful curls that framed her face kept a constant smile on her lips and her heart fluttered.
This is what is should feel like, this is what it should feel like to be alive.
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Three months passed, Talia made friends and quit her job and got another one and made more friends and went on a few dates and partied and went clubbing. She did all the things she had always wanted to do and had never had the chance too. Her happiness never faded and there was a smile permanently on her face.
Yet the smile disappeared the moment a certain number called her phone.
The Monroe walked across her living room towards her mobile on the kitchen counter. Picking up the phone without checking the Caller ID, the brunette beauty brought the device to her ear. "Hello?"
"Hello, love." His voice brought shivers down her spine, sparks running across her skin and igniting her veins. She swallowed thickly, taking in a deep breath.
Of course he was calling, of course he couldn't stay away. They were magnets, two souls drawn together and he wouldn't let her run off for too long. "Klaus, what do you want?" Mild annoyance touched her voice, dripping from her tongue like venom.
She expected a cruel reply, an snide remark that would leave her shaking. What she got was anything but. "Is that how you greet your best friend?" He was teasing, a thing that Talia was unused to.
The woman nodded, resting her free hand on the marble counter and staring down at her painted toes. Three months of freedom, she was lucky she had gotten that much. "Yes, especially after I've asked for space."
"You got three months of space, I need you now, Talia." Now Klaus was the one who was annoyed. She shouldn't put him to such measures, but the woman was sick of that perfection she was expected to maintain.
Her voice turned ice cold, spitting out like daggers as the words fled her lips. "Three months versus thirty years, it's nowhere near enough. I'm not coming, Klaus, get yourself an assistant." She was ready to end the call when his voice lifted into a pleading tone.
"Wait! I'm sorry, I just need you, Talia. I miss you and I need your help. My hybrids aren't surviving, I have to know why. Meet me in Mystic Falls, tomorrow night?" She could hear the desperation, the pain intermingled with something else, perhaps guilt? Klaus Mikaelson never apologized, it was enough to make her falter.
Talia tapped her index on the counter and considered the possibilities of what might happen. She understood this new revelation, what it meant for their futures and the young woman was convinced. Well, not convinced so much as manipulated, as per usual. "Alright, fine, I'll come, but only for a few days, then I'm leaving again. Alright, Nik?" She heard his breathing on the other side.
"Of course. I'll see you tomorrow, love."
The call clicked off before Talia could reply and she rested the device down on the marble countertop, studying her bare feet. This would not be fun.

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