on the lookout / chapter one

FOR THE REST OF THE WORLD, Nabila Mikaelson was dead. But for the people at the West Valley hospital, the girl was the opposite of dead.

But the way they saw her didn't change the fact that she was in fact dead and in lust for blood — she just didn't know it yet.

When Nabila woke up, there was no one but a bright light that only irritated her eyes more. Her head was pounding heavily as she felt her heart jump out of her chest. The electrocardiogram machine next to her didn't beep at all, which was strange because that meant there was no heartbeat to record.

The hospital gown she had on was bringing her down, especially because it made her look like a hobo. She always said that she would rather be caught dead then ever wearing those — yet here she was, dead and wearing one anyways.

The weary girl directed her eyes to the door that was closed entirely shut. She found it strange that not one, but two locks had been placed by the door.

With every force she had, she stood up out of the uncomfortable bed and walked slowly to the door.

She should have known that it was a bad idea as soon as she tried opening the door, when the only response she received was a red buzzing light followed by a loud noise that made her drop to the floor in pain.

'Aaaaaah, make it stop!'

Her screams must have been loud enough to gain the attention around the hospital, noticing that the door next to her began to bang louder by the second.

She back away a few steps, scared that something bad was going to happen to her. She didn't know what or why it was happening, all she knew was that her family wasn't there to save her this time — she needed to fight alone. So she grabbed the closest thing to a weapon to protect her if the choice happened to come — a fork that she found underneath the bed (why it was there was the least of her worries).

"Woah, hey hey hey! It's just us, the ones that brought you here." The same boy with the red shirt put his hands up in the air, along with the old man with the blonde hair.

"Hey, kiddo. We're not here to hurt you." He assured her. "You can put the fork down."

And maybe it was her way of trusting people too easily or her instinct, but she ended up putting it down.

"Okay, good." He added, kneeling down to help the girl up. "Now we've got to get you out of here before they find you."

"Wha-"

"There's no time to explain." The boy said, the desperation in his eyes showing. "You're not safe here."

"Okay." Was all she managed to put together. It was also because she was too tired to argue or fight back.

If her dad was here, she knew he would be disappointed. His number one rule was to never trust strangers, no matter how kind they seemed.

'You can never trust strangers, only blood. Always and forever.'

But alas, he wasn't here. In fact, she was in this situation because of him. She hated him more than she hated herself.

The two each grabbed ahold of the girl's arms as they carefully skipped through the halls, watching attentively for any one that got in their way.

'Hey! Stop it right there!'

'Oh, shi-'

They realized they were surrounded from the back and the front, looking as guilty as ever as they held the patient they wanted.

'Sensei, what do we do?'

"Drop the girl and we run!" He suggested with a half serious- half joking expression.

"Sensei!"

"This way." He finally decided after a moment of thinking, pointing to the exit sign on his left and leading the way out.

They successfully exited the hospital, feeling relieved to know that they had escaped the security guards.

"That was a close one." The boy gasped for air, his hands on his kneecaps.

"Yea, tell me about it." The man panted, turning his head to the girl. "Now what are we going to do with you, huh?"

Nabila wished she knew the answer to that. She wished she had the answers to every question that was running through her head. Starting with why she had the sudden urge to rip the heads of the people who had saved her life not a minute ago.

"Kill me, please." Was all she muttered before fainting.

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"PLEASE TELL ME you've found something or else-"

"Klaus." Elijah cut in, walking in with his usual elegant attire. "Our sister is doing everything she can. Rushing her is not going to help find your daughter."

"Where's Hayley?" Klaus ignored him as he noticed she was nowhere to be found. "I assumed she'd want to be here to look for her other daughter. What else could possibly be more important than-"

"Niklaus, enough!" His brother snapped. It didn't come to a surprise since Hayley was always a sensitive topic for him. "She's with Hope, consoling her in these harsh times. You're not the only one grieving."

Klaus chuckled at his brother's last sentence
while Freya sighed, knowing that was never a good sign. "Grieving? Grieving what, brother? My daughter isn't dead, she's alive. Our sister here, confirmed it, right big sister?"

"Right." She nodded. "We'll find her."

"So, what's the plan?" Elijah questioned her sister, whose expression let them know that there was no plan.

     "Please tell me you have a plan, sister." Klaus gave her a maniacal smile. "Otherwise us sitting here is a waste of time. I should be out looking for her instead of-"

"Niklaus, please." Elijah interrupted again. He seemed to be the only one able to calm him down without being killed.

"Not yet, but I'm not giving up." Freya commented. She knew it would have been easier to give up considering they had no leads, but she cared too much for the girl to abandon her.

"Damn right you're not." Hayley appeared from behind them, Hope next to her.

"We have to find my sister."