“Ow,” Izzy groaned as she grabbed her head and rolled onto the bed, trying to soothe the pain in her head. “What the hell!”
“Sorry,” Kol apologized. “I think we overstayed our welcome,” he bit in his hand and offered it to her. “Here, drink this, you’ll feel better.”
“Ew! No!” she pushed his hand away from her and grabbed a pillow to put over her head. “Fuck!”
“No! Leave me alone!”
Kol felt a little helpless now. Izzy was obviously in pain and he had the means to help her out. “I just want to help, drink my blood, it’ll get rid of the pain.”
“Give me your phone and leave,” she said as she peeked out from underneath the pillow. “Please, I want to be alone and call my dad.”
Kol sighed as he placed the phone on the bed and got off. “Alright, I’ll leave you alone. I’m going to pop over to Nik’s alright? I’ll be back shortly.”
Izzy made sure she heard the front door open and close, which wasn’t too hard to hear because everything was so loud and echoing inside her mind right now that it was hard to think straight. It took her a good ten minutes to type in her father’s phone number in Kol’s phone because of the bright light and put it half underneath a pillow so it wouldn’t be too loud for her.
“Bunny! Are you alright?”
“I broke my phone yesterday, this is my friend’s phone,” she said in a small voice. “I don’t know if what we did was right, daddy… was I supposed to give in and just let it happen? Was I selfish for wanting to live my own life even though I don’t have a purpose yet?”
“It’s not about you being selfish, bunny,” he said after a while. “I think that you wanted the right thing. You found out what your history is, and you made a decision. And I think that’s a very good thing. I had hoped you’d make the right decision. I’m proud of you.”
“But he’s so sad and she was so broken and sad and-”
“You don’t have to stay there if you don’t want to. You can come home.”
“I’m not done yet. He needs my help. I think. I don’t know. I can’t think right now. That’s why I’m calling you.”
Peter sighed, knowing she wanted him to tell her what to do. “I can’t give you the answers you are looking for from me. You need to decide for yourself if this is what you want to go forward with or not. Because once that family attaches itself to you, there is no turning back. You see how much it hurt to lose their precious friend. If they bring you in like that for you to change your mind down the road, they could be even more hurt or turn angry and that isn’t one family your mother and I care to encounter in that kind of mood.”
“Are they good people?”
“They can be,” he answered carefully. “But they are vampires with volatile emotions. They don’t take betrayal kindly. So when you decide, be sure of your choice. There won’t be any backing out.”
“Do you think they’ll be what I need?”
“That I don’t have an answer to. Only you do.”
“You’re purposely not answering my questions because it’s free will and my own journey, isn’t it? Time for me to grow up.”
“I can’t answer something I don’t have an answer to Izzy. You know it doesn’t work that way.”
“Fine, but knowing what you know… do you wish to see me with these people or do you think I should come back and stay?”
“Living with a witch, I’d say no, but every supernatural creature, witches included, have a good and dark side. It’s a matter of who they surround themselves with. Think about what you’ve observed and learned so far.”
“I’m not a witch,” she muttered. “I’m a freak created by something that’s not even known on the supernatural scale to fuck with nature and get herself back into the land of the living or maybe not because it was someone else who wanted that. So I am nobody.”
“Your mother is, however. Because how she was raised, she would instinctively say no, but you can’t just go on someone else’s say so. History sometimes tends to teach the wrong lessons. And you are not a nobody. You have your own mind to choose what you want.”
“What if I make the wrong choice?”
“Then you make the wrong choice and learn from it. I can’t help you with this, bunny, this is your own path.”
“Fine,” she sighed as she winced at the front door shutting again. “I’d better go. Thanks daddy.”
“And if that young man offers you his blood to help you with your headache, you take it.”
“Ugh,” she said as she hung up and flung the phone back onto the bed. Her headache was a bit less, but occasionally she could feel a sharp pain in her head and she didn’t dare to get off the bed and do something. But she needed to apologize to Kol for being so rude.
She tried to get off the bed but got dizzy and fell back again.
Apologizing to Kol had to wait until he was back into the room.
She wasn’t sure when or how she’d fallen asleep but when she came to, her room had three extra people in it and they were reading a book. “Well, that’s not creepy,” Izzy muttered as she sat up and rubbed her head. The headache was gone. Everything felt so light and easy and as if everything was open and possible.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Kol asked as he threw the book across the room like a coaster and sat down on the bed to check her over. “You were out for a couple of days.”
Klaus never looked up from his sketch pad as he spoke with an amused tone. “Seems like deja vu.”
“I’m feeling fine… I think…” she kept rubbing her head. “Ugh, it itches.”
“Are you sure you’re feeling fine?”
“Yes. Why are you all here?”
“We were worried, we weren’t sure if you were going to wake up,” Myriam smiled at her. “Sorry for the creepy factor but we wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Izzy nodded. “Eh, I’ll go and take a shower and get some clean clothes.” When nobody moved, she added; “Alone.”
“Another prude,” Myriam sighed as she pulled Klaus out of the room. “Come on, let’s get her something to eat for when she’s all cleaned up.”
Kol looked at Izzy and he could see something had changed in her eyes. It wasn’t as if there was a conflict, but she looked brighter and lighter. “I have to admit something, darling,” he said as he walked towards the bedroom door to respect her privacy. “For a moment there I was afraid that Bella would have failed and that Ylva would have killed you.”
“I’m still here,” she smiled at him. “And thank you for your concern, I know it mustn’t be easy to give up on her.”
“It’s fine, it’s the right thing. Good that you’re still with us,” he smiled and headed out of the bedroom leaving Izzy alone to clean herself up and get into a clean change of clothes. Izzy had been out for a couple of days, giving him, Klaus and Myriam some time to deal with the fact that while Izzy looked a lot like Bella, she wasn’t Bella. Bella died fifty years ago and Izzy wasn’t Bella in any shape or form.
There were similarities, like the incredible lasagna she’d made, but she wasn’t Bella. She was her own person and both Klaus and Myriam were eager to get to know Izzy, and Kol wouldn’t mind if she’d stuck around either. As friends. He also knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, especially for him and Myriam and there might be trouble ahead.
Klaus looked at his brother with a knowing look on his face. Oh, his brother cared deeply for the girl already. “You do know you’ll have to tell her that we’re on a deadline with the witches here.”
“She just woke up, relax,” Kol said as he grabbed a blood bag out of the fridge in his guest room.
“And you’re going back to Mobile? You don’t want to join us in Vegas?” Myriam pouted as she leaned on the kitchen counter. “Vegas is just lovely.”
“Or you two could move to Mobile,” Kol suggested. “I thought about maybe going to Nashville for the music, but I’d have to find me another witch to seal my new accommodation.”
“Is it really that bad, Kol?” Myriam asked worriedly. “You never told me how bad it was.”
“It’s not that bad, it just gets annoying and I want some peace and quiet.”
“Do you still have it now that Bella’s really gone?”
Kol nodded. “I doubt it’s something that will ever go away. Although should Izzy ever want to transition, I could get the angel statue all to myself.”
She smiled then as she pulled a similar statue out of her pocket and handed it to Kol. “There, your own safety blanket.”
“But you never wanted to give me one!” Kol looked at it, dumbfounded before hugging Myriam tightly. “You have no idea how happy this makes me.”
“I never wanted to make you one because I believed it would go away on its own. Your situation is kind of unique. Not kind of. It is unique. Never heard of a psychic vampire before, have you?”
“And I want that to remain between us, too. It’s a weakness,” he scowled as he zipped down the stairs to put his statue next to Izzy’s and hugged Myriam again. “You’re my favorite sister-in-law.”
“I’m the only one!” she laughed. “But seriously, I know how much you love to travel and I wasn’t aware that you were being held back.”
“Well, for the last fifty years I wanted to remain close to New Orleans too…”
“And you don’t have to anymore. You can take Izzy traveling.”
He let out a snort. “I’m not even sure she likes to travel,” he sighed. “Getting to know someone is such a tedious little thing, what if I get bored? It’s not my thing, you know… I was obsessed with Bella before I got to know her, but this? This is different.”
“Different is good.”
“She’s human. I could break her.”
“You won’t,” Myriam said encouragingly.
“He might,” Klaus nodded as he looked up from his sketchpad. “But from what we’ve seen how he was with Bella, he won’t.”
“He won’t, what?” Izzy asked as she walked into the room, fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and drying her hair.
She huffed. “Have some faith,” Izzy smiled at Kol. “He’s been nothing but kind.”
Myriam smiled widely as she pointed at the plate of sandwiches. “You need to eat. We can hear your stomach rumble from here, it’s distracting.”
Izzy wrapped the towel around her hair and joined them at the kitchen counter. “Why are you all here? Did the witch kick you out?” She asked as she munched down on her sandwich.
“We were only allowed back in because of you,” Klaus replied as he looked at her. “Davina asked about our progress and she told us that if you were well, we would have to leave.”
“Oh,” she said a little bit disappointed. “That’s a shame. I’d have loved to see more of New Orleans,” she said as she looked at Kol and took another bite out of her sandwich. “Where are we going?”
“Well, where do you want to go?” Kol asked her, slightly surprised by her question, he hadn’t believed her really when she said she wanted to stick around.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged as she looked at Klaus and Myriam. “Where are you going?”
“Well, we’re just going back to Las Vegas,” Myriam smiled at her. “Nice warm climate, gambling, good music… good shows… the art scene is pretty cool too.”
“Great! I guess we’ll be going to Las Vegas then,” she smiled at Kol. “I’ve never been to Vegas.”