DRABBLE // A trip to Beacon Hill's California gone bad!
Created by Anastaisia Petrova (Mikaelson) on October 1st, 2020 @ around 9:23 AM
Mentions: Anastasia Petrova, Mikaelson Family, Scott Mccall, his Pack and the Argents.

A long sigh escaped the brunette's mouth as she put the last of her luggage into the back of her car. The car was an old police cruiser, silver in color. She closed the back of the car and turned around to see Klaus right smack in her face. A slight smirk on his face. "Ugh!" She replied with a long sigh as she gave him a disapproving look. Klaus smirks wider. "Hurry back, Doll-face!" He tells her with a loving touch to her face. He lift it so she was eye level with him and compels her to go and see Scott McCall and to get to know him and his pack.  Klaus breaks the connection and disappears, leaving Anya standing in the driveway.

Anya blinked her eyes and turns to go to the driver seat of the car. She opened the door, only to have be slammed shut by Rebekah, who grabbed her by the throat and began to choke her, a stake at her belly, pinning her down against the car. "I don't give a damn what Klaus just said, just make sure..." She paused a moment. "That you get the information we want." She snapped her, pressing the stake against her more. "O-of course!" Anya whispered to her, her eyes were wide with terror.

Elijah walked out of the house seeing the two...

"Rebecca!" He said calmly but with authority. "Let her go!" He told her as he descended the stairs, fixing his suit collar. "I would assume Klaus had already compelled her to go and find it out." He said reaching them now. He put his hands on his sister's and moved them away from Anya. Anya let out a sharp cough grabbing her throat with both hands as she struggled to breath. After a few minutes, she had her composure back and she got into her car.

She said goodbye to Elijah and snapped a —goodbye— to Rebekah, before flooring the car onto the main road. She drove for hours and hours, listening to some heavy metal music along the way. A few times she would stop and get gas and a 'little snack' of human blood, before she continued on. It took her about 10 days to get to California and another couple of hours to reach, Beacon Hill's. She continued to drive until saw the sign. 'Welcome to beacon Hills, California...' She read as she zoomed past it. Finally! She thought as she turned a corner and saw the first string of houses and lights in the small town.

She drove through the town until she found a motel and parked her car in the parking lot. She turned the ignition off and sat in the car for a few minutes, relaxing a little, before making her way to register for a room. She gathered the stuff in the front passenger seat: her black leather coat, her black faux furred purse and her carry-on bag. She took the keys out of the ignition and opened the door with a free hand. She climbed out of the car and closed it. She looked around at the motel, from her spot by her car, and let out a long exasperated sigh. She shook her head and walked to the receptionist area. She entered the building and asked for a room. Using compulsion, she compelled the receptionist to give her the room on the floor. The receptionist, checked and handed her key. Anya took the key and compelled her to remember that she was in the room  and that she will be there for a while or until she told her she was leaving.

After that she left with the keys in her hand and she went back to her car to get the rest of her stuff, having compelled the nearest set of humans, who grabbed her stuff and followed her to her room and put the stuff on her bed. She compelled them again and then they left. She sat on her bed for a few minutes and then grabbed her bag of blood and took one out and drained it. Anya put the rest of the blood in the fridge and then put the her bags in the small closet, that had been provided. Then she went to bed.

The next morning she rose, grabbed a bag from the fridge, drained it in a few gulps and got herself dressed. She wore a black shirt with a purple shirt over it and black jeans. She put on her leg length black boots and her black leather jacket. She combed her hair and put it in waves. She looked at herself for a couple of seconds admiring herself. Her phone rang. She vamped to her phone on the in table and picked it up. "Hello?" She asked into it. —it was Klaus— She let out a long sigh. "Yeah, I just got up, I'm gonna meet him sometime today." She replied to him. "Good." Klaus told her as he gave her further instructions. "Got it!" She replied as she hung up on him. She sat down on the bed, putting her hands on her face and then moving them down with a loud groan.

She rose to her feet and grabbed her purse off the hook in the closet, closing the door, she then made sure she had the room key and left the room. Anya climbed down the stairs and ran into none-other-then, Derk Hale. "O-oh!" She replied softly as she bumped into him on accident. He took a few steps back and looked at her with astonishment on his face and then gave her a smile."No fowl." he replied to her as she passed him. Anya nodded a thanks to him and then continued her way to her car. She climbed in and went to see Scott McCall, meeting him at his home. An hour drive and she was pulling into the McCall family home.

She parked on the side of the street.

She walked up the driveway and to the front door, she pushed the doorbell and stood waiting for someone to answer. Minutes passed by and soon the door stood open and Scott was at the door with Stiles. "Hey, you must be Anya?" He asked as he swung the door open for. "Come on in!" He replied giving her a smile. Anya smiled back and walked into the house. Scott closed the door. "Hey, I'm Anya." She said to Stiles. "Hey, I'm Stiles." He replied with a small laugh. "So what's up?" Scott asked as he beckoned her towards the stairs and to his room. They ascended the stairs and once in his room and settled in Anya answered his question. " Well, Klaus has asked me to talk with you and see how things are doing up here." She answered him. "I'm here for a few days, so... I can learn all I can." She let out a sigh as she said the last word.

Scott nodded his head and thought for a few minutes. "He heard about me, eh?" He asked with a chuckle. "Yep!" She replied with a small chuckle of her own. "Well, I just became one, and still learning how and what I am capable of doing." He answered her truthfully. "Wait..." Stiles stopped the two in mid-sentence. "Who the f*** is Klaus?" He asked as he sat up in the chair he was in and leaned forward to see Anya. "Klaus..." She began, "Is the Original Hybrid of New Orleans." She replied looking from Scott and Stiles and back to Scott. "He is the "King' of the city." She explained to them. "He is half vampire and half wolf." She explained, seeing the confused look in their eyes. She let out a sigh and continued to talk. "Klaus heard.. through a ... grapevine, so to speak, that a True Alpha werewolf was up here, and he sent me to find out."

Anya took a sip of the drink that Scott had given her. Scott looked at Stile and Stiles shrugged his shoulders in reply. "So Klaus..." Scott paused a moment to gather his thoughts. "Wants to know more about me and the town?" He asked her. In reply Anya nodded her head —yes— but didn't say anything. Scott leaned back in the chair he was sitting in and let out a long sigh. "Sure!" He replied with a glance at the other two, a small smile etching it's way on his face. "Meet me here tomorrow and I will show you around." Scott said to Anya. "OK!" She replied as she got up and shook Scott's and Stile's hands, before vamping out of the room, the house and to her car.

The next day...

The brunette rose early in the morning, drank her fill f blood and left the hotel to meet Scott at his house. Once she was there, she was met with the rest of his pack, who greeted her with friendly smiles and wariness. "I told them." Scott said as he came out of his house to meet her, Derek right behind him. They walked up to her. "I'm Derek!" He replied with a smile. "so we have..." Scott paused for a moment to turn to face the pack." Malia, were-coyote, Derek, Were-wolf and Malia's Uncle. We have Stiles, Human, Lydia, Banshee, Alison, Hunter (But on our side) and Liam, Were-wolf." He introduced her to them one at a time. "Anya is a, well..." He was cut off by Derek. "A vampire!" He told them. " She comes to us, from New Orleans, to learn more to tell her 'Master' Klaus, about us." He said with a small scoff. Anya frowned at him slightly. "He just wants to know how things are up here." She replied softly. "Wel...l" Liam began "You can tell him it's fine up here." He growled at her. "Liam!" Scott snapped at him sharply. "sorry, he doesn't trust people." He replied apologetically to her. "It's fine." She said quietly, looking at the pack and their mistrust. She swallowed hard and then vamped away.

She called Klaus that night...

"Well how are things?"  He asked her. "Well, Scott seems to be the only nice one, besides Stiles. The rest are just plain rude!" She growled through the phone. "I want to come home!" She pouted at him. "You can come home tomorrow." Klaus spoke. "I see no reason for you to stay there if your not invited." He replied and then hung up. Anya put her phone down got ready for bed and climbed in.

The next few days she drove back to New Orleans...