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"Damn, being rejected hurts…" I muttered, my chest tight as I stared into space. "Even though part of my soul is connected to Tory, the other part is still me—a regular human from another world. I've never felt this shit before. I mean, I've never really dated, just hung out with girls, had fun… Damn."
"I need a cigarette."
I stood up, my legs heavy, and walked to a nearby grocery store. I bought a pack of cigarettes and four bottles of whiskey, the weight of them in my hands a strange comfort. I climbed to the top of the tallest building I could find, sat down, and began to drink. The alcohol burned my throat, and the heat of the day enveloped me, but I barely noticed—I was too drunk to care. I eventually fell asleep right there, lost in numbness and pain.
6:30 p.m.
"Ugh… My head is exploding. Where am I?" I woke up with a groan, my body aching against the hot concrete. I grabbed my phone to check the time: 6:32 p.m. "Wow, I really blacked out…"
Riiing, riiing, riiing.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice hoarse.
"Clark? Where are you?" It was Hayley, urgency cutting through her voice. "I need you here. There's a vampire claiming to be Klaus and Elijah's sister, but he's not answering his phone. Do you know where he is?"
"Where are you?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"In a house that Elijah arranged for me. The address is…"
"Okay, I'll be right there. Give me a few minutes."
I quickly went home, took a shower to get rid of the smell of whiskey and sweat, and went to her. Knock, knock, knock.
"Clark?" Hayley called, opening the door.
"It's me," I replied, walking in. "What's going on?"
A woman with blonde hair and sharp eyes stared at me. "So it's you, the other werewolf?"
"That's right. You're Rebekah Mikaelson, I'm Clark," I said, keeping my tone firm.
She raised an eyebrow. "You know me… Okay, Clark, open your mouth. Where's Elijah? I've been calling him like crazy, Klaus doesn't know where he is either. That leaves you."
"About Elijah, I have no idea," I admitted. "But it seems like something happened to him. I don't know him well, but from what I've heard, he honors his agreements."
"You're lying!" she snapped, stepping forward and grabbing my neck.
Klaus, who had been watching everything in silence, didn't move a muscle. Hayley screamed, "Let him go now!"
I smiled at Rebekah, calmly grabbing her arm and removing it from around my neck. She recoiled in surprise. "How is that possible? You're just a werewolf…"
"You don't know me, then," he said, pushing her back gently. "I suggest you be careful what you do from now on."
Hayley stared at me, her mouth hanging open. "How are you so strong, Clark? I thought you were just a werewolf…"
"I'm a little special," I replied, with a small smile.
Klaus intervened, his voice grave. "Don't mess with that boy, sis. I don't even know if I can beat him."
The two brothers looked at me, surprised by his words. Rebekah crossed her arms. "How are you so powerful?"
"I'm a little different from the average werewolf," I explained. "My true strength doesn't come out only during the full moon. Every day of the year, I'm the same—stronger, faster, more deadly than the average werewolf. Maybe one day I'll show you."
"If you don't know where Elijah is, then where did he go?" she insisted.
Klaus shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not that worried about Elijah either. He'll show up one day. I'm going out for drinks." He waved goodbye and left.
"Okay…" I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck.
Rebekah led us to a corner of the house, pointing out coffins lined up against the wall. She told us her theory: Klaus had pierced Elijah's heart, and he was lying around there, "dead." I listened in silence.
"Everything's fine here, so I'm going to leave," I announced, turning toward the door.
"Wait, Clark," Hayley called.
"Hm? What is it?" I asked, turning to her.
"Spend the night with me," she begged, her eyes soft. "Not in a… sexual way. Just stay here with me. This house scares me alone."
"Okay, sure," I agreed. I made us both a simple but comforting dinner. We ate, talked a little, and went to sleep in the same bed. Nothing happened between us, of course. She was pregnant, and I was deep in depression over being dumped.
The next day, around 9am…
Riiing, riiing, riiing.
"Hmm…" Hayley groaned, still sleepy, nudging my shoulder. "Clark, your phone is ringing."
"Give it to me," I said, rubbing my eyes. "Tory, what's wrong?"
"What was that, you idiot?" she exclaimed on the other end. "Why didn't you call me or come talk to me after that?"
"Sorry, beautiful. I had some problems the other day and had to travel. I'm in Louisiana."
"Louisiana?" she repeated, surprised. "What are you doing so far away?"
"I had to come help an acquaintance…"
"Hmm, I see. And what happened to that girl?"
"Sam? She broke up with me…"
"Ah… I see. Are you okay now?"
"I'll be back soon," I promised. "And I'll tell you some things you need to know."
"Okay, I want to hear all of it," she said, her voice softening. "I… miss you. Bye." And she hung up.
"Okay…" I muttered, putting down my phone.
Hayley raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Trouble in paradise? How many women do you have, Clark?"
"Counting you, that makes two now," I replied, laughing.
She grabbed a pillow and threw it at me, laughing too. "You idiot!"
"Hahaha," I laughed along, feeling the weight in my chest ease, even if just a little.