[ ; THE EXPECTANT HYBRID & THE ANCHCR ; ]
Alone. It was what she had
wanted to be for quite some
time now. Just to be alone.
Ziva David was the hybrid in
which Klaus kept in his pocket--
like a knife one never leaves home
without--a fanged, pawed, Israeli knife.
She was so tired, tired of being everyone's
secret weapon, tired of being trapped in the compound all of the time, tired of being where she was. However, it was now impossible for
her to be alone, for no matter where she went
there would always be someone with her--
or rather two someone's.
When Davina Claire, a witch whom
the hybrid had befriended, confirmed
her suspicions, she knew she had to
get out of New Orleans, as quickly as
possible. Therefore, she went to the
one place she could think of--Mystic Falls.
She had friends there, friends who knew all
too well what she was, though were oblivious
to what was going on with her. Ziva was
struggling to move boxes back and forth from
her mini cooper to her cottage-esque home
when she saw a familiar face. From the way she
dressed, the Israeli could tell which of the Petrova
copy-cats she was.
Her Hebrew greeting followed
her shutting the screen door to
her home. Pulling the sides of
her shawl-like sweater around
herself, she gave her a gentle
grin as she tried to hide the
face that she was starting to
show.