NADIA *
IT WAS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY. That’s what Nadia kept telling herself. That’s what she’d been telling herself for decades. Since she thought her mother was locked in a tomb—and then learning she wasn’t, Nadia had been trying to force herself. Yet she hadn’t done it. She let out a sigh and strolled over to the bar beside her. “How long can they really keep a girl waiting,” she joked. Nadia felt her heart race. Despite her best efforts, she was nervous. “I mean it sucks to have to keep compelling the staff to keep your glass filled, you know.” She wasn’t sure how well her mother would react to her knowing she was a vampire. Then again, she had no idea how much Nadia actually knew.
SHE GLANCED OVER AT THE female who’d sauntered over to sit by her . turning to look at her , she felt there was almost something familiar about her . still , she ignored it , turning back to the bar with a disgruntles huff . she was vary of other vampires , especially those who seemed to know who she was . it could imply a larger scheme , it could concern the mikaelsons . she lived her life on too many ifs but it was a way to survive . she turned to her again , lips pressed into a line & eyes narrowed . ‘ okay , you know who i am . now who the hell are you ? ’












