the girl who cried vampire? / chapter two

NABILA DIDN'T KNOW IT YET, but she was running on a timer. The more time she spent unconscious, the harder it would be to control her urges. The same urges that were going to surprise her when she would wake from her two hour knock out on the couch of the same man that saved her life.

After the events that led to her waking up on the busted up couch, she wished she hadn't been saved.

"You do realize how bad this looks, right?" A voice spoke out in an argumentized tone.

"Well, what were we supposed to do, leave her there?" A younger one argued back.

"Uh, yea. That's exactly what we should have done." He sassed.

"She hasn't even woken up. We can't just kick her out."

"Miguel, for all we know, she could be one of the most wanted criminals in the world and we just helped her escape! Do you know what that makes us? Accomplices!"

"Really, sensei? I mean look at her? She's harmless." The boy laughed.

"Yea, you're laughing now but you won't when you get your head chopped by the end of the day. I'm gonna go grab a beer." The man shook his head, leaving him with his words in his mouth.

"Oh, come on. You're being dramatic." He said as he sighed, letting him go and sitting by the couch where the girl laid.

"I'm sorry about him. He's my sensei." He began talking to her as if she were awake. "I promise he's not always that bad. He just... has trust issues you know?"

When there was no response, the boy face palmed himself. "Who am I kidding, you can't even hear me."

Nabila couldn't help pretending she was awake any longer and laughed at the boy who thought wasn't being heard.

"You're awake." He sounded scared, and slightly embarrassed.

"Yea, sorry. I didn't want to interrupt your conversation." She admitted.

"You mean the one with my sensei or the I was having with myself?" He chuckled, blushing a little once they made eye contact. He hadn't really taken notice of her face earlier due to the fact that they were too busy trying to outrun the guards.

"Both?" She replied, causing them both to laugh.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Nabila. Nabila Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson? That's a very unique last name." He realized that he said that out loud and regretted it.

"Thanks." She smiled. "It's from New Orleans."

"Uh, anyways, I'm Miguel. Miguel Diaz." He smiled back, shaking her hand.

"New Orleans you said? Then how did you end up in California?" He asked curiously, not knowing that she herself had no idea.

"I wish I knew."

"Oh. Do you have family over there?"

"Yea. A lot." She said, clearing her throat before continuing. "But listen, I really have to get out of here. Like now."

"Oh, no. Don't tell me you really are a psycho on the loose. I knew I should've listened to-"

"No. It's nothing like that I swear. I just really need to get back home."

"Home as in, New Orleans?"

"Yes!"

"So, you're really not a murdering psychopath?"

"No, I promise." She chuckled, not realizing the other guy was standing there watching them from a distance.

"Well look who's awake. Little ms 'I promise I'm not a psycho'" He spoke in a mocking tone, while he held a beer on the other.

"Where you... in the restroom with a beer?" Miguel questioned the guy, who looked beat.

"Hey! I'm asking the questions here."

"It's probably best I don't ask anyways." He added.

"So, you girl," The man pointed to the girl sitting down on the couch. "How about you tell me why you're so wanted that they had to lock up your door with not one, but two chains."

Nabila wished she had a straight answer for that, but of course she didn't. So she came up with the best excuse she could possible come up with in a second.

"My dad is a bloody murderer."

She wasn't exactly lying, since her dad was indeed a bloody murderer, but she wasn't about to fill them up with the details already.

The two stood there with their mouths wide open, not expecting that answer at all.

"Your dad's a what now?" The blonde man asked again, even though he had heard it perfectly clear the first time.

"I said my dad's a-"

"I know kid, I heard you the first time."

"Oh."

"Is he dead or in jail?" He asked another question without shame, which earned him a distasteful look from Miguel.

He was definitely dead. But she couldn't say that for obvious reasons.

"Definitely not in jail."

"Oh! I get it now. Since you're his daughter, and he's a wanted guy, they wanted you for questioning right?" Miguel came up with a pretty good conclusion. Although it was far from right, Nabila decided to go with that.

"Yup. You guessed it."

"Why were you in the park anyways? Don't tell me you saw your dad and freaked out."

"No. I wish I had." She accidentally whispered, causing the two guys to look at her weird.

"What?!"

"I wish I had so that I could have called the cops on him." She saved herself with a 'good' excuse.

"Ooooh." They both said.

"Just to be clear, you're okay right?" Miguel asked again.

"Yea, thanks."

"Good. You ready to go home, kid? Or do you want to stop by McDonald's for some food? You do like McDonald's right?"

"I can eat Mcdonald's." Miguel said excitingly.

"I wasn't talking to you, kid."

Home? Food? She was hungry after all, but not for food. She wanted blood — fresh human blood. Talking to them made her forget about how she ended up where she was in the first place. Her head started to replay the event that caused her to end up at the park.

Her death.

The more she thought about it, the more sense everything started to become. Her dad's ex-lover had killed her, but somehow here she was, completely fine? She had died and came back to life.

But how was that possible?

Aurora De Martel had feed her from her own blood, torturing her over and over again as she heeled, and then snapped her neck.

What she still didn't understand is how she ended up in California out of all places. It was so far from home that she didn't know why her killer would spend so much of her time dropping her on a random park instead of burning the evidence.

Whatever her reasoning behind it was, it didn't change the fact that she was dead, and soon becoming what she worst feared in life.

Her father.

A vampire 'in transition'.

"Hello? Earth to..." The man stopped once he realized he didn't know her name. "Wait, what's your name?"

"Nabila." She replied, her panic beginning quicker than she expected.

She could practically feel their hearts beating out of their chest, and the strong smell of blood surrounding their bodies.

"Weird name but okay. Nabila-"

"I have to get out of here." She interrupted, getting up from the couch as she looked for a way out.

"Woah, where do you think you're going kid? It's nearly midnight already. You were out a while."

"Yea, sensei's right. We should take you home."

"No-no. You don't understand. If I don't leave right now, I can seriously hurt you." She explained with tears in her eyes, trying hard not to inhale the smell of their blood.

"Okay, geez. There's no need to take out the 'I'm like my father' card." The man put his hands up in surrender. "The door is on the left. Don't let it hit you too hard."

"Really? We can't just let her go out like that." Miguel argued while Nabila's body was already moving in the direction of the door.

"She made her choice. We've helped her enough."

"She's clearly not okay!"

"Of course she's not okay, she just threatened to hurt us." He snapped, but that wasn't enough to stop Miguel, who was already going after Nabila.

"Wait, please don't go. We can protect you." He grabbed her shoulder, instantly regretting his choice when the girl sent him flying to the other side of the room.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Just get the hell out!" The man yelled as he tried to help Miguel up.

"I'm so sorry." She mouthed to Miguel, who gave her a sympathetic nod, and ran for her life.

Nabila didn't know where she was running to, or when she was going to stop. All she knew was that she needed to find her family before she killed someone, or various someones.

The road she was heading to was dark and sketchy. She wasn't surprised when she saw the apartment complex they lived in, the south side of town. There were a few cars occasionally passing by who honked at her to get out of the way.

But her feet grew tired the more she walked, and her body was slowly starting to die out. She needed blood now, and she was aware that getting to her family at her current state was unrealistic.

She was so caught up on everything but the road, that she failed to notice a truck heading her way. All she heard was the loud honking of the truck, the next part was a big blur to her.

She thought this time she was dead for sure. But she had been saved by a man who swooped in last minute. But what wasn't adding up is how anyone was able to save her when there was no one near her.

"Whoops. That was a close one, huh." A man with dark brown hair spoke once they were out of the road. "You gotta be more careful next time, little girl. Otherwise you'll end up like my twin sister, bleep dead."

"I- thanks?" She didn't know what to say. He had such a charismatic mood for someone who almost died risking their life. Although the 'little girl' comment threw her off when she saw he didn't look that much older than her — maybe by a few years.

"You can thank me once I save you from dying for real this time. If you know what I mean." He whispered dramatically even though no one was around. "You know, argh the big bad vampire transition. Been there, done that."

"Wha-"

"I gotta admit, getting your head literally cut from your head is not fun at all." He continued, speaking so much and so quickly that Nabila couldn't process it. "But hey, at least I don't have to use the bathroom now."

"Uhm, who are you exactly?" Nabila finally asked the question she was dying to know.

"Oh, sorry. Where are my manners." He apologized, leaning his hand forward for a handshake. "I'm Malachai. But you can call me Kai."