He sighed. âI donât try to read peopleâs minds a lot. It throws them off and Iâve got annoying exes who like to get pissed over it but I felt like something was off and I tend to push too hard when I think something is being kept from me, if it relates to me.â He nodded. âYeah those movies are really fucking lame. Iâve been lucky to not date anyone who liked them.â He had been where she had, well not the werewolf part but he knew that things were confusing and he wasnât the dick everyone thought, or he was but that was beside the point. She had been used by Klaus so that Klaus could get to him and that wasnât cool at all. âWell alive is a relative term but Iâll be okay, or something. It hurt like a bitch and if Klaus wouldnât have healed me, Iâd be dead for good by now but I mean, it sounds like he used you and you didnât need to go through that. I know what it feels like to be used for personal gain. I was turned for that reason. Word of advice: donât go up against Klaus. Iâm stupid enough to do it and one day it will get me killed. Heâs an original vampire, only heâs a hybrid so heâs both vampire and werewolf.â
"Well that's good, because I imagine plenty of people would have much more aggressive reactions to it than I did," she nodded. Sophie supposed it made quite a lot of sense that when he felt something was being kept from him, he dug deeper. If she was able to read minds, she would probably do the same. After all, curiosity killed the cat. Or, in this case, the supernatural teenagers. "Either you haven't dated a lot of girls, or you've dated quite a few who don't have terrible taste in films," she chuckled, even though this wasn't really a time to joke about much. Biting her lip when he pointed out that alive was a relative term, she realized that the phrase couldn't be quite so easily applied here, where apparently vampires existed. She listened to his explanation about why he survived, and though she would have preferred if Klaus had never come and unchained her and led her to bite Noah, she was very glad to see that he wasn't dead, or, well, not fully dead. "Don't go up against Klaus, got it," she gave a nod. Her eyes widened at his last comment, "he's both?" That explained the odd smell. Nothing she was learning tonight was easy to comprehend. Noah was still alive, he was a vampire who could read minds, and now Klaus was part vampire and part werewolf. "How handy that I ended up here," she murmured, letting out a sigh.
Clair rolled her eyes as she listened to the girl talk. Sophie clearly didnât get why Clair was saying this shit and she wasnât sure she wanted to enlighten her. But it was her new duty as beta or whatever so she was going to suck it up. âLook, I am so far from optimistic that people normally freak the fuck out when I see the bright side of the situation, but you literally have no idea what this is going to do to your life.â She took a minute to reign in her emotions before continuing, âI have had the shit kicked out of me because someone thought I was spying on their pack, I have been kidnapped and forced to turn in a place where I didnât feel safe because my kidnapped thought itâd be amusing, I have nearly died more than once because people hate me for being what I am. I was involved in a motherfucking war where I had to endure months of not knowing if this was the night I was gonna die because I got shit genes, and on top of that I had to worry that someone else with a vendetta wasnât going to try and turn me into something worse than what I currently am. Itâs a whole lot more than transformations,â she said shaking her head slowly, âand when you go through it all, if you donât have something to hold onto itâll kill you.â She looked down at the ground, ashamed of her outburst. That was too personal, she should have just let Sophie think that adjusting to life as a wolf sucked and left it at that. It was out there now though and she couldnât take it back.Â
She got ahold of herself and was glad to see that Sophie wasnât continuing to freak out over the murderous part of being a werewolf. âShit happens,â was her only response. There were a lot of parts of being a werewolf she could talk about, but the story of why she turned was not something she was going to share with a stranger. It was something she had trouble sharing with anyone and her beta duties didnât involve ripping herself open to make some strange new wolf feel better. That shit wasnât happening. Her other question gave Clair pause. Pack information could be dangerous to give out, she didnât know anything about this girl and all wolves were not created equal. âAs a species? Nope,â she shrugged, âweâre nearly on the verge of extinction.â It was true, there werenât really that many of them left anymore compared to vampires, and Klaus was trying to mutate their small population into a mix of both, but it didnât answer Sophieâs question. If Sophie proved herself to be a good candidate for pack, then Clairâd be happy to talk to her about the real werewolves of Mystic Falls and all their drama, but until then she wasnât gonna talk.Â
Sitting at the table, she could tell there was some sort of disconnect in the conversation. Something she was missing. But she had no clue to what extent, or what is was that she wasn't picking up on. All of this was new to her and it was clear that the girl in front of her was growing frustrated, and probably had much better things to do than sit here and ramble off facts to someone who just didn't get it. But Clair was still sitting there, and that might just have been because she was really annoyed Sophie was sitting in her table, which she understood, yet she hadn't been shooed from it, so she was just going to take that as some sort of sign that she wasn't entirely hated so far. When Clair said that she had no idea what this was going to do to her life, that was something she could easily agree with, because just several weeks ago, she hadn't though this possible, and now there were people sniffing her out places and giving her ominous warnings. Though as the other girl at the table went on, Sophie grew silent, luckily not dumb enough to interrupt such a speech. As Clair spoke of the horrors she had been through, Sophie knew that her expression was molding into one of shock and horror, though she tried to keep her composure just enough so that not everyone in the Grill would realize. There really wasn't much she could say in response to the stories. Her mind was reeling as she tried to grasp at the reality of this, but it felt too foreign, too confusing, too frightening. It was, perhaps surprisingly, the very last comment that got to her most. Thinking it through for a moment, Sophie began to wonder if she actually had anything to hold onto. Nothing was coming to mind. Sure, she tried to be a happy person, but at the moment, she didn't feel like she had anything, and she wasn't positive what she was supposed to do about that.
Aware she had grown incredibly silent, but just hoping she had not been supposed to say much, she nodded, realizing that clearly, shit did happen, and it happened in a large fashion. It was beyond evident that Sophie needed to figure more out, and she needed to figure it out fast. First she needed to work on getting everything required for her second transformation, of course, so she didn't terrorize the townspeople or anything bad like that. But then she apparently had to work on trying to find something to hold onto, meanwhile attempting to avoid any possible encounters, because Clair had been through much more than she could ever fathom. When her question was answered, it wasn't hard to tell that there was something going unsaid, but she was too new to all of this to have any idea what it was, and on top of that, after all she had just learned, it wasn't like she was about to push Clair for more information. "Oh wow, okay," she nodded again. "I guess that's not entirely a bad thing?" she suggested, not really sure if she meant it, but not wishing this upon anyone. The downside was that she suspected Clair's comment meant that wolves were being murdered, which made it a bad thing. This was much too complex.
Rachel was great. He loved Rachel a lot and they were just starting to get back to where they were and he still wished they could go back to New York. But unfortunately they were stuck in this hell hole for now and that was just how it was. He just had to learn to live with it. He probably should have used a different tactic other than speaking in her mind because that generally didnât make most people the most comfortable when someone in front of them started speaking in their mind. He nodded. âAnd fuck, I do not spell bad. You smell like a damn wet dog so youâre not any better. Itâs not my fault that the smell of death doesnât go away after who knows how many showers in the last two years? Only your kind can smell it anyway.â He then sighed. Fucking Klaus. He really hated Klaus and wished someone would just kill him already. Klaus had done this to him and he was pretty sure he did it so Puck would have to do what he wanted. âLook, I get it. I mean, I always died and am only alive because I had his blood and now owe the mother fucker because of it. But yeah, vampires exist and I mean really? Did you really think that vampires didnât exist and werewolves did? Donât you watch that Twilight shit? Youâre a chick and all.â
Nothing about this was even remotely close to how Sophie expected the night to pan out. Most notably, she had expected that Puck would have died by now, so seeing him in the first place was freaky in itself and just incredibly off-putting. The next thing she knew, he was reading her mind, which made her realize he knew all about what happened in New York and all of the time before and after that. He also knew that she had bitten him, though hopefully he would understand that she was being truthful when she said it wasn't intentional. And now apparently there were more supernatural beings out there? This night was getting very weird, and she hadn't even had a drink. "Ah, well that explains things," she nodded. "I'm sorry for thinking so much about how bad you smell. It is- was just rather distracting. Sophie let out a noise of acknowledgement when he said he now owed Klaus. Clearly this was of some importance, and it explained why Klaus had let her free in the first place, let alone guided her to Noah's apartment. She was quickly realizing that everyone in this town attracted trouble of some sort or another. Unfortunately she also found herself feeling a need to stay here. It's not like she hadn't already gotten into enough trouble already. She rolled her eyes, "I saw the first movie with a friend years ago, and it was horrible, so it's not like it convinced me that supernatural creatures existed. The only reason I started believing it is because one night I transformed into a damn wolf." Letting out a huff, she looked back up at him. "Sorry, I just- I'm sorry for biting you and, you know, everything. I'm glad to see you're still alive."
He nodded. âYeah sheâs going to be a star. Sheâs really amazing actually.â  He was trying to focus and was glad that they were outside. He wasnât good at keeping his emotions under control when he found out something that was unpleasant. He could feel the need to demand to know exactly what happened but he had also picked up on when she had said it was Klaus. He was going to fucking kill Klaus, only he couldnât kill Klaus because no one fucking could. But he also couldnât kill him because he owed him.  He then glared at her when she spoke in a harsh whisper and spoke to her in her mind. She had a secret and he knew that she would struggle to keep it but he wasnât about to say it out loud. âIâm a fucking vampire, thatâs why. Not only am I a vampire, I can read your mind and I picked up something off on you..â  He then spoke with his lips.  âNow, tell me, did you mean to do it or was it that mother fucker Klaus?âÂ
"She always seemed pretty great," Sophie nodded, trying to picture the girl as well as she could remember, which unfortunately wasn't too well. It had been a while since she'd last seen Rachel, though she supposed she might end up seeing her in Mystic Falls at some point. It was clear that Noah was put off, but she could understand why, and she happened to be all sorts of confused and uncomfortable and guilty at once and this was just very far from any conversation she was expecting to have tonight. She still couldn't believe he was alive, and now he knew she had been the one to almost kill him. Before she could sort anything out, he started talking, though his lips weren't moving and it freaked her out beyond belief. "A what?" she looked at him in confusion, not sure if she could just think it, since apparently he had been reading her mind. Shit. That meant he knew far too much. Sophie began to shift uncomfortably before snapping back to focus on the fact that he knew she was the one who had bitten him. "You're telling me that va- they exist?" Maybe that was why he smelled so bad. Letting out a sigh, she ran her hand through her hair and shook her head, "I didn't mean to do anything. I was chained myself up and everything," she still spoke relatively quietly. "He just showed up and unlatched me and led me to what I guess is your apartment, and I definitely didn't take enough wolfsbane, and I- I don't know what happened. You were just there and I couldn't stop myself. But it's not as if I meant for it to happen. I'm sure this means nothing, but I'm sorry for, you know, biting you."
He nodded carefully. ââI always do stick to my story. Iâm really not one to ever change my story.â Â He shrugged. âYou never know. Thereâs all sorts of myths that surround the full moon, so anything could happen really.â Â He could tell that she was calm and he didnât dislike her. Â She was nice enough but something was off and he was pushing through her thoughts but he was doing it settle enough so that she wouldnât get headache.â Â He then got her thoughts and realized it all. It was her. She was the one who did that. She was the one who was the reason he almost died, the one who was the reason the last person he would have looked at was Kol Mikaelson. Â He had to keep his composure though. Â âYeah she is. Â Sheâs talented and all that. So, you tried to kill me then?â Â He then wanted to facepalm himself. He had the tact of nothing. He shouldnât have said that. Â âUm I mean, did you want a beer or something?â
"Which is good," she nodded, finding his repetition and oddly obvious questions tonight a bit suspicious. He wasn't dumb. Even if she barely knew the guy and could probably smell him from a mile away, she had never found him to be stupid or anything. Maybe he had more to drink than it appeared. That could be it. "I suppose that's true," she shrugged, figuring she might as well entertain the notion. Her eyes met his neutrally as she tried her best to clear out the memories of that night in order to not seem guilty or anything. "That's good. She was a performer if I remember correctly," she smiled a little. But instead of responding, he kept talking, and her eyes widened. How did he know that? Could he smell her? Â "Excuse me?" she stared at him oddly. Though the way he had said it made it clear he wasn't just guessing. "I never tried to kill anyone," she said honestly. She had only ended up killing them or biting them. She had no idea why she had been sent to bite the boy in front of her by a guy she barely knew. Her tone lowered into a harsh whisper, her eyes full of confusion. "Why would you ask me that?"
Puck watched every move she made, leering at her. It was something he did well.It was the vampire in him that knew how to stalk and watch people. Â He could feel her trying to push her memories away and he wondered why exactly because it wasnât like she knew about empath vampires. There was only less than a dozen in existence. Â He knew that her mind would betray he eventually. She was hiding something. He could feel the uncertainty and worry in her and hen he felt those things, it just made his powers and instincts stronger because that was a level of chaos that his mind just started to feed off of. Â But this was more about him trying to figure out exactly what she was hiding. Â âI am from here. Iâve lived her all of my life.â Â Both of them. Â âWell other than when i lived away from here with Rachel but all sorts of things happen. Thereâs nights everyone stays in. The full moon nights can be some of the worst nightsâ Â He had learned to not be offended by the werewolf smell. His sister was one, his friends were one, it was just life. There was something in her eyes that raised his impulses and made him feel uneasy. He was determined to get to the bottom of this.Â
It appeared that Noah was a little too observant, and she found it unsettling. The problem was, she couldn't pinpoint what the issue was. Maybe he was just put off after everything he had gone through, but there seemed to be more to it than that. But right now wasn't the time to contemplate it; she was at some boy named Jeremy's graduation party, and even if she didn't know the boy to congratulate him, she could at least attempt to enjoy herself in his honor, or something of the sort. "So you said when I first ran into you here. That was your explanation then and it's your explanation now, so I'm inclined to think it's the truth since you're sticking to your story." Sophie knew that you could stick to your story and just be repeatedly lying, as she was when it came to why she was here (well, it was the truth, but only a sliver of it), but she figured that Noah probably was, indeed, from Mystic Falls. "The full moons? That's funny. It's not as if the town's on the ocean for it to affect the tides or anything. Are there weird rituals or something?" Her composure was calm and her voice held curiosity so well-practiced that it sounded genuine. Masking her true emotions had been something she'd gotten better at since her parents had died, and something she had perfected when Aaron's violence had started. Still, her mind wandered not to the first full moon she had paid attention to, but the second. The wolfsbane, the chains, the pain, the immense, immense pain, the arrival of Klaus, the guidance once she was freed, the apartment, the boy in front of her, the attack. Licking her lips and sighing neutrally, she ran a hand through his hair. "So Rachel was the girl who lived in my apartment building. Are you saying she's from here, too?"
He nodded. âI just canât imagine anyone giving up fucking New York for this.â  He then watched and he kept his senses turned up and he saw what she was thinking and he tried not to be taken aback by it. There was something about this that was just crazy.  She was happy and then she wasnât and wow.  He was almost glad that vampires didnât go through what werewolves did. They didnât have to deal with their bodies being ripped apart or having to kill someone. They had to feed to complete transition and the ones hat were worth it did kill but that was different.  âWell thatâs good reason too. You sure thatâs why?â  He knew that his eyes were likely a little darker than they should be.  âHow has your stay in Mystic Falls been anyway? Nothing out of the ordinary? I hear that this can be quite the town.âÂ
She shrugged, "maybe I'll return someday, once I travel more." Sophie knew it was a lie. Unless the feds came for her and hauled her back to that state to be tried for murder, there was no way in hell she was ever going back to New York. Not with the memories it held. "I thought so," she shrugged nonchalantly, though when he questioned her, she found her mind wandering again. Resisting any physical signs that might have revealed the anguish in her mind since Noah appeared a bit too perceptive, she fought with her mind, trying to shove her memories away. The issue was that she couldn't forget how much the first slap had hurt, or the last. And those were not even close to the terrors that filled her thoughts right now, which she usually managed to suppress at least until she was asleep and she had yet another nightmare that felt  more like reality than the life she was currently living. "And yeah, I'm sure," she gave a half-smile and cocked her head, as if his question made no sense to her, since of course she was telling the truth. "Fine, thanks," she replied, thinking about the inn where she had spent the majority of her time. "Why are you asking me questions as if you've never visited? Didn't you say you were from here?" Sophie wondered if maybe his stench had gone to his head, not letting herself contemplate that maybe it related to the fact that he should be dead.
He was glad that he had learned not to be so obvious when he was reading people. It helped that he was a bit drunk. That was all Caroline Forbes fault. She was the one who had him keep getting her drunk. Â He then scrunched his nose with an intense look. He did not smell bad. He had showered twice already today and worn cologne. Â He nodded. âOh yeah. Everythingâs just great. You should get yourself a drink. My ex com..persuaded people not to card so thereâs plenty of alcohol.â Â He was beyond curious about what sort of werewolf she was. Obviously she had been triggered but beyond that, he didnât know yet. Â âSo tell me what exactly made you leave a place like New York for this shit town?â Â He knew that she didnât know Daniel so she was likely just stuck in this place like the rest of them. He wanted out. Â He then took another drink of his tequila and looked over at her, waiting to see what sort of answers she had exactly.Â
Noah appeared to be a little drunk, but she wasn't surprised. This was a party full of people in their late teens, so it was to be expected, and she might have felt more inclined to drink, as well, if she wasn't living in a constant state of paranoia since last weekend, and currently in more shock than she expressed. "That's good," she offered a half-smile, feeling too confused to properly reply. "Oh well that's handy, though I'm all set for right now, thanks. Maybe in a little while." He appeared to be thinking through a lot, but so was she, and so she figured there was no reason to over-analyze it. The less he recognized her, the better, she figured. His question didn't catch her by surprise, but it did send her mind to the real answer. Images formed in her mind of the apartment, the place where she worked, Aaron. Memories of happy times faded into ones she wished she could erase forever, but knew she would never forget, and would be reminded of each time she dressed in the morning because somethings never fully disappeared. The picture of the one night that drove her away burned the brightest in her mind at the moment, but she forced it away as well as she could, simply shrugging. "I wanted to travel down south a bit. I'm from Pennsylvania, and though my parents are no longer around, I thought I'd explore the lower half of the country. This is just where I last ended up."
After Puck had found himself relatively drunk but still in control of his mind, he looked around for Rachel. He still didnât see her and decided to go outside for some fresh air. He may not need the air but he figured that it wouldnât hurt to try to get some anyway. Â Plus, his head was a little loopy from the Tequila. Â He looked up at the sky and closed his eyes, wishing drunk people thought far too many thoughts because that shit was annoying. He then got the smell of wet dog nearby and knew that there was a werewolf close by. Â The problem was in this group of friends, that happened frequently. He was used to the smell of wet dog, but then he turned around, trying to pick up on Rachelâs thoughts to find her. He figured that was the least that he could do. Â He then found himself face to face with Sophie, he thought sheâd said her name was a couple of weeks ago and the smell was coming from her. Now that was interesting. âHey, Iâm feeling a bit less negative than the last time we spoke.â Â He was curious and still trying to figure out who had bit him. He would try to figure this out with a little bit of conversation.
Staying inside had worked for quite a while. For just under a week, to be more precise. Sophie hadn't enjoyed the hiding bit of it all, though the inn was rather comfortable. Her room was cozy enough, relatively small, but she liked it that way. Any thoughts of moving into India's place per the other girl's invitation had been put on pause for the moment. The thought that she had turned into a werewolf a second time was frightening enough, and adding to that the fact that she had ended up biting and subsequently likely killing someone was not okay in any manner. So Sophie had hid. But that was no longer going to work. The town was small enough that some newcomer staying shut into the inn was going to be suspicious, and, having heard of a graduation party, she thought she might as well stop by to eat or drink something that wasn't made from the same exact kitchen as all of her other meals recently. She had arrived late, knowing no one would notice to begin with, and was attempting to make her way through the room when someone turned around. When she saw who it was, her eyes widened a little, and she was fairly certain she had stopped breathing. How was that possible? He seemed so lively and normal. Though he did smell just as terrible as he had on that night, and she could smell the same scent coming from several people, whatever it was. "Hey," she shook her head and then smiled finally. "That's good to hear. Everything, uh, everything going well?" This was beyond strange.
âGood,â Clair said, breathing a sigh of relief, âbecause this is about as optimistic as I get and it wasnât so much optimism as a factual account of my life three years ago.â Her lips quirked up in a hesitant smile and she tried to think if there was any other way she could reassure Sophie. There probably was, but Clair didnât know the other girl well enough to figure it out. Sophieâs response didnât feel very hopeful to her, but what did she know about hope? It was still a pretty foreign concept to her. Hell, the past year had been smooth sailing for Clair and yet sheâd just been waiting for something bad to happen. When she got that fucked up letter, sheâd felt more vindicated than worried, and that scared her. This place was a black hole and she didnât want to get sucked in and lose herself.Â
Clair watched Sophie process the information and was relieved that she wouldnât have to repeat anything or go into further detail. Werewolf transformations were kind of personal. Everyone had their own way of approaching them. Sophie would just have to figure out what way worked best for her. âNo problem,â she replied, shrugging as though this was a casual conversation. Something about Sophieâs face changed and Clair knew that she had just realized what Clair had said. Having lived a morally dubious life since birth, Clair couldnât even imagine how Sophie was handling this. It was one thing to know youâd killed someone, but for the people helping you to have done the same had to be unsettling. âI donât really lie or sugarcoat anything. I tell it how it is and leave it at that.â Maybe that wasnât the best way to handle sensitive news but it was the only way that Clair knew how to do it. Matt returned with their food and she smiled up at him, âThanks, bestest friend. Looks delicious.â He walked away and she attacked her hamburger. âAnything else,â she asked, in between bites of food.
Sophie gave a slight shrug, listening to the girl's explanation and nodding. "Optimism isn't always worth it. There's no reason to act like this is any more pleasant than it actually is. That wouldn't really help anyone. And I figured it wasn't an entirely random example. But it's good you found someone, at least," she gave a small smile, which was more reassuring than happy. It seemed that the more they talked, the more she realized that there might be quite a few other wolves around. The idea that she wasn't the only one was a welcome concept, but the idea of not being alone in her struggles for once was foreign and she didn't exactly know how to take it.
The transition was something she knew she was going to have to figure out, and soon, at that. None of this was proper lunch table talk, especially if it was beginning to seem more and more like there was quite a wide array of people who could overhear such discussion. But the news that in order to 'trigger' this curse (and she was deciding more and more that it definitely was a curse) required murdering someone, while it made sense, also threw her off. Not only did that mean that Clair and Eden knew she had killed someone, but it also meant that both of them had. Maybe some of the murders had been accidental? She could hope, but Mystic Falls was beginning to sound more and more dangerous by the minute. "No need to sugarcoat it," she sighed. "I asked and you answered, and I'm glad, because I didn't know what to expect." Sophie thanked Matt with a friendly smile and then returned her attention to Clair. "Are there a lot of us?" From the way she and Eden had spoke, she wasn't able to tell, though the concept of people working together on it, like in a pack, made it seem like there must have been at least a fairly sizable amount.
Arriving here had changed that. Even though she was on the run, trying to just get farther and farther south before she possibly started making her way west, she never thought she would have a reason to stay in one place for a while that didn't include the police being much too close for comfort. But it was here, in Mystic Falls, that Sophie discovered she was not alone. There were others like her, and even if that was possibly a frightening concept, too, several of them had offered small pieces of advice, and she treasured those highly.
Sophie had counted each day until the full moon diligently. This time she was determined to follow Eden and Clair's advice as well as possible. She had found a place to chain herself up, bought some chains in a neighboring town, claiming her dad had some construction work or something of the sort, and managed to figure out how to get her hands on some wolfsbane. She was told it wasn't enough, but at this point, Sophie would take what she could get. Chaining herself up and forcing herself to digest the wolfsbane were incredibly unpleasant. In fact she couldn't even relieve the feeling anymore, it had been so horrible. But she had managed it like she had to and then waited.
Transforming hadn't been any more pleasant the second time around. Then again, what was one supposed to expect? Just the thought of ever organ shutting down and ever bone breaking could make someone cringe. When it happened, well, there was no time for cringing. But this time had been different. Yes, she had been chained up, and yes, she had been somewhat weakened by the wolfsbane, but that wasn't what felt most out of place.
Someone else was there.
Maybe he or she hadn't been there from the beginning, but now, she could tell. As she fought to break free from the chains, she could tell that someone was around. They reeked so much at this point with her heightened senses that she instinctually wanted to track this person down and kill them. Granted, no matter who had been around, she probably would have wanted to do so. But something stopped her. Something about this person seemed off. He smelled different, but familiar, and her throbbing head didn't have time to figure out what that meant.
The man had come into view, and she recognized him. She had met him before, but where? It took a moment for her to remember, but she quickly put a name to a face. Klaus. She had met him online.
He spoke to her and she listened, trying to calm down a little, though naturally she felt aggressive and wanted to break free from her chains. The rest of her memory at this point was cloudy, but she remembered being unchained, and being led through the darkness somewhere. There was an apartment building, and it reeked. It reeked terribly of something she couldn't identify, but something she wanted to kill much more than those people at the campsite. Klaus smelled like it, too, but he also smelled different somehow.
There had been a door opened and without a second thought, she was overcome by her natural instincts and ran inside. She spotted the source of that terrible smell and snarled at him. She snarled at him and then lunged, biting so wonderfully into his shoulder. She wanted to rip him apart but she had been forced to leave for some reason. None of the details were clear, and she hated that.
But now, as she sat on the overstuffed chair that was situated properly under the lamp in her room in this little in, Sophie knew who it was. It had been the boy she had passed several times in the hall, the boy - man? no, boy - who had held the door open for her one time when she came back with way too many groceries. His name was Noah but he went by Puck, and it had been a shock to see him here in Mystic Falls, where he was apparently from, but despite his somewhat negative attitude toward the beginning, he hadn't changed much. What had changed was Sophie, and the fact that she had just ripped out a chunk of his shoulder when she was sent to his apartment, only to find out he was a vampire.
Life just kept getting better and better.
And the book she was reading was the first normal one she had read in days. Before that she had been trying her best to research what all of this meant. She gathered that he was most likely dead, and that wasn't what she wanted, but she didn't know what to do. Sophie was pretty sure there was no easy way to drop by someone's house and say 'oh hey, so remember that wolf that ran in here and bit you last weekend? Yeah, that was me. I'm awfully sorry about that. Hopefully dying doesn't hurt too much.'
So instead she had been hiding. Not that there was much to do while hiding in the room of an inn for half a week, but she was making it work. She figured she might as well read her way through the bookshelf, because other than for meals, she had no clue when was the right time to leave her little space. Probably never. Not that it would be too hard for someone to find her here, but she was hoping that no one actually knew she had been the one to do this bad thing, which she could barely think about.
Hiding was much more appealing. Her original thought had been to leave town, but something kept her hear, and reluctantly, she accepted that fact. But leaving the inn sounded entirely unnecessary at this point. Living in fear and worry and guilt in a tiny room was much more plausible.
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