I woke up with a light headache, groaning as I slowly gained consciousness. Not that I wanted to get back to reality. With another groan, I massaged my temples and opened my eyes, expecting to see my star-like ceiling in Malaga. Only, all I saw was a boring white ceiling.
'Why couldn't it be a hospital? Or heaven?', I wondered as I slowly sat up and looked at the medieval room I was in.
I was still in With a sigh, I realized I was still in a coma, and with another exaggerated sigh, I remembered what I did the night before. Well, I remembered a part of it and I couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed.
'How could I act as if I was a fairy around people older than my ancestors! Holy nutsy, I even jumped on their beds...Okay, you're fine mazikeen, it's already in the past, with luck they might have forgotten with all the memories inside their heads.'
I joined my hands before leaving my second husband, the bed. Next, I marched to the mirror and observed the girl I was shown who had the same features as in my world, with the same black eyes staring at me. She had curly jet-black hair that reached her bottom, she had a small nose yet plump lips. She had freckles on her face, but not much. It was me, I was still the same 17-year-old who got cheated on by her dumb ex-boyfriend before falling into a coma.
'Right, dumbass and Martha, I hope they're both having the loss of their lives.', with that wish, I started to think about what I should do.
Even though the vampire diaries wasn't my favorite show, I couldn't lie about the fact that it was fun to be around mythical creatures. There were vampires, werewolves, and witches, and maybe there could be other creatures as well. And while I was spending my 'coma break' here, I could maybe change a few things, wreck havoc, carve my name in this town so they would never fort about me. I could show the mikaelsons the unicorn and burning hills way of life.
Speaking of them, I could start with Esther, that original motherducking backstabbing bitch.
While thinking of all the main points to get rid of her, my best friend came into mind, Ariadne. I would kiss her if she was here as her blabbering about the tv show was going to help me get rid of that bitch and the nearing problems. I missed her a lot, her and the random calls to tell me about everything that happened to her in an hour.
Even though you couldn't trust her with your secrets for longer than a day, you could trust that she was going to have your back no matter what and where. She always had mine anyways, even when I accidentally destroyed someone's car.
With a sad smile, I started getting ready with Rebekah's clothes, and dear fashion week, she had clothes. not just any clothes, designer and very pretty clothes. I chose some black skinny jeans, a white shirt, a red leather jacket with red ankle boots. It was a given that she and I had the same shoe size.
Once done, with my iPod, I made my way downstairs with difficulties because of the so many turns I had to take. The house looked like a simple mansion from the outside but the inside was a maze. Finally, I was in the parlor, and to my surprise, everything looked tidy, not a hint that there was a ball last night, and I was the only one awake.
That made me smirk, I was the first one downstairs. 'Let the unicorn and burning hills show, begin.'
With that in mind, I again connected my iPod to the Hifi system and three seconds later, I'm Ready by AJR was blasting throughout the whole mansion.
I was dancing to the tune while making breakfast when I heard the sound of doors being opened and close with force. '3...2...1.'
« ENOUGH WITH ALL THE RACKETS! », was what the one and only big bad wolf yelled.
I sighed in happiness, what a beautiful sound to hear on this lovely morning. I couldn't see their faces since my back was facing the kitchen's entrance but I could almost smell the desperation oozing from them. But since I wasn't done with the food, I ignored them until I was.
However, it was but a mere wish since two seconds later, my back roughly met the wall, again, and a hand wrapped around my neck, again, and in front of me, Mr blue eyes a.k.a Santa Klaus, again.
« What in the bloody morning are you doing? What is the meaning of this? », he demands.
Well me being me, all I did was smile sweetly and bat my wonderful eyelashes at him.
« Answer me! », he none other than screamed again, with eyes flashing gold.
'You're choking me. how can I speak? Man and logic are like the sun and moon.'
« Niklaus! You might want to stop choking her if you want some answers. », that was Elijah, verbally coming to my rescue.
'It is very appreciated, noble bee.', I sarcastically approved in my mind.
« It seems Miss Gilbert was just making breakfast. Though I wonder why she found it clever that making such a noise was needed? »
'Did he just call music noise or do I have a cat in my throat so I didn't hear him well?', I wondered as I craned my neck to look at him, only I couldn't since Klaus was still in front of me and his hand wouldn't leave my precious neck.
'That's it.', I was going to show these uneducated people the unicorn and burning hills way of life. How dare Elijah classify music as noise. Was it the years or the spiderwebs I could see on him?
With a sigh, I pushed Klaus away from me, something he let me do, the man knew to protect his cojones since he moved, or else. I ignored his mean look and returned to making breakfast. it didn't take me long to finish before I placed everything on the dining table with Finn and Elijah's help.
Next, I faced and graced them with my attention.
« Good morning to you, the Mikeysons family. How are you? Me? Oh, little ol' me had a great sleep. Oh, this? », I ask with fake concern, while pointing to the dining table.
« Aquí está... This is, a little thank you for yesterday. For the ball and everything, it was fun with lots of surprises. For breakfast, there are pancakes with honey and chocolate dips, and whipped cream. I made some croissants and chocolate twists. The beverages are fruit juices, coffee, and blood for vampires. I warmed them for you. », I explain with the professionalism of a butler.
With a warm and sincere smile, I looked at each one of them. « I hope this sits well for you. Please enjoy. »
I wasn't surprised when Kol was the first one to sit down while the others remained up and confused.
« Why thank you, Miss Gilbert, al- », Elijah began but I interrupted him. Being called miss tired me and I let him know of that. « Please Elijah, it's M-Anastasia, or Ana if you want. Being called miss, is too weird and it makes me feel old. Which I'm not, I'm just 17. »
« Alright, Ms- Anastasia. As I was about to say there was no need for you to do so, but your action is very much appreciated. », he says before he shared a look with the rest of his siblings and Esther and they all sat down.
I was the last one to sit since it was their house and maybe they wanted to sit next to each other. The sitting was the original witch bitch at the head of the table, on her right Finn, Klaus, Kol, and on her left Elijah, Rebekah, and finally, me.
They were about to serve themselves when I remembered an important detail. « Stop! »
Realizing how suspicious I sounded I quickly explained. « Because I wanted to thank them, I looked for specific vampires way to do it. I sort of used blood to make breakfast, only a part of it. The pancakes or normal but the dips on Kol's side are mixed with blood while those on my side are normal. The same for the chocolate twists. »
« You made food with blood? », Kol asks with a face full of wonder.
He seemed the only one curious as Santa narrowed his eyes at me. « Or perhaps you added poison to the mix? if you do not remember my reputation, you will find that I'm not so forgiving. »
« Hush Nik. Would you shut up and eat already, the poor girl woke up early just to make this. But I hope for you you did nothing suspicious to the food, I wouldn't mind trying to get a dead human doll. It would be a first. », Rebekah threatens.
Why did I think she would come to my rescue? Was it that much of a big dream?
« Oh please, Santa, I'm not that boring to give you such a simple death. Why don't you just eat and find out how it tastes, or whether the big bad wolf can survive it? », I retort, tilting my head to the side, and sending him a challenging look that did not please him, not one bit.
« I'll have you know, I will rip your throat out and feed your limbs to the wolves and watch with satisfaction as they devour you. »
« Realmente? What a cute threat and you kiss your mother with that mouth? », I tauntingly tell him making both Kol and Rebekah laugh and Santa eye-murdering me. ' If looks could kill I would be wiped out from this universe.'
« Must you always fight? », Elijah questions, rolling his eyes at us.
« Klaus, enough, why don't we all calm down and appreciate what Anastasia made for us. I'm sure her actions are honorable. », the original witch bitch says, finally opening her mouth and stopping Santa from talking. Although I'm glad we can finally start eating, she'll still need to go down aye.
They hesitantly served themselves as if they were waiting for something to pop out of the food. It wouldn't be a bad idea for a prank but even if my body was in a comatose state I wasn't ready to lose my throat yet.
So I chose to serve myself last as I wanted to see their reactions. Kol was the first one, he seemed to like the food since his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. Next was his sister, Rebekah she wasn't very expressive but I managed to catch a smile before she pulled back her resting bitch face.
After her, it was Finn who showed as much emotion as a dead body. Then, it was Elijah, he nodded and sent me a smile that boost my confidence. The vampire was like an encyclopedia, maybe if I've impressed him with my cooking, he can be my recipe book editor.
Finally, it was Santa's turn, the man took a lifetime before having the first bite of pancakes with bloody chocolate dip. At least the surprised look on his face was worth the wait or else, I wasn't going to count him while I cooked ever again.
I didn't bother looking at their mother's reaction, why would I, she would disappear soon anyway. Okay, maybe I did glance at her once but it was to see if she wasn't choking on any pieces, and to my displeasure, she wasn't.
Rolling my eyes I then looked back at the siblings, asked for their opinions and while only Elijah and Kol complimented me, Klaus did his best to piss me off by saying that even a 5-year-old could cook better. All I did was chuckle and watch him fill his dead body with my food.
'Yeah, he could beat me in a threat contest but he could not beat my food.'
I smirked and ate as much as I could to give me the strength to not laugh at myself at what I was going to do.
« Finn...is it? Because of my medical problem, I feel like a new person in this town. So, I thought why not you and I go on a road trip. », I suggest once we were all done eating.
« What? », he exclaimed with a disbelief look on his face as if I just asked for his hand in marriage.
« Sí. You and me, in a car, with blood bags, snacks, a map, and history books, going wherever the wheel will lead us. », I explain with a daydreaming look on my face.
Kol chuckled, leaning forward. « Darling you should know, my brother Finn is anything but like Crowley. »
Although I wanted to agree with him and laugh my heart out, I couldn't mock Finn that way. It was going to fuck up my plan of digging a way around the burning hills.
Finn, for the first time I have ever seen him doing so, glared at me. « And why would I go anywhere with you? »
'Did he really ask me this?', I wondered.
« Realmente? Because, one, I'm amazing. Two, it could be fun. Three, we could discover interesting things in this town or another. I heard you still aren't accustomed to this era. And I lost my memory, we're kinda the same so why not. »
Thankfully, I managed to catch their attention, giving Finn enough reason to agree with me. « And we could throw away the rotten food. »
They followed me until this part so I felt like I should explain, which I did. I tried explaining it as a riddle.
« See this pancake on my plate, let's say the fork next to it is a chicken dipped in BBQ sauce that I placed on top of the pancake. Then this croissant, let's say it's a bridge, on top of the chicken, like a bridge above a river and it's stopping us from removing the pancake. », I start, placing the fork on the pancake and the croissant on top of it all.
« Asi, I want to eat the pancake and I don't care if it has bbq on it. So I need to take off the croissant, destroy the bridge and burn it to dust. Once the bridge is off, I remove the chicken and eat my pancake. It doesn't matter if there's the bbq taste in my mouth, they're like memories of what was once, scars from battle war. I can't change the memories, but I can decide the future, and how it will taste. »