Moving Day

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"she had everything she needed in life. at least, she thought she did."

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"Come on, Lor! We need to go!"

Alora was rushing around her room of the loft her and her father lived in. She had been doing some last minute packing. She had overestimated her skills at how fast she could pack and thought that she could do it all in the morning, yet here she was now, rushing around her room, quickly throwing everything into boxes as fast as she could, not bothering to fold any of it.

"Lor! Come on, kid!" She heard her father call again.

"One second, dad! Sorry!"

Alora continued to rush around her room, throwing in the last bit of things that were on top of her dresser, tossing them into a box that was already overflowing onto the mattress below it. She then turned around to pull on her sneakers, hearing the sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway leading to her room.

As soon as her dad was at the doorway, Alora was quickly making her way towards the door as well with a large grin on her face, content that she had finished packing all of her things in her room before her father had to come in and help her.

Alora looked up to see Dean leaning against the frame of the door. He was wearing a white V-neck with his arms crossed over his chest, displaying the multitude of tattoos and runes that lined his arms. He had an amused smirk toying on his face as his eyes scanned over her room.

"What's that look for?" Alora questioned.

"First off, your shoes are on the wrong feet," Alora looked down at the ground, pouting when she saw that they were indeed not on the right feet. She quickly slipped them off and put them back on their respective way.

"Better?"

"Second off, you forgot to empty out your closet," Alora turned around quickly, only to see that clothing was spilling out of the closet doors. She turned back to her father with a sheepish smile.

"Third off, your boxes can't be put into the car if they can't be taped shut...which they can't...because they can't even close."

"Packing's hard," Alora justified, weakly, making her father nod his head just to humor her.

"Lastly, Arthur is eating your macramé plant holders," Dean commented, biting back an amused grin.

Alora's eyes widened before she turned around to see her bright orange cat that had one black paw and one black ear with her plant holder in between his teeth. "Arthur," She whined, rushing across her room, picking him up and removing the crochet from his mouth.

Arthur looked to be glaring at her.

She narrowed her blue eyes and glared back at him.

He whacked her with his tail.

Dean couldn't stop the laugh from escaping his lips at the comical sight of his daughter and her cat glaring at each other.

"It's not funny," She protested, turning her attention back towards her dad.

He uncrossed his arms and held his hands up in mock defense. "You're right, you're right, it's not. It's hilarious."

Alora and Arthur were now both glaring at Dean, which only made him laugh harder at the scene before him.

"Fine," Alora huffed. "It's a little funny. Can you please help me pack?"

Dean waved his hand through the air. The closet doors opened, all the clothing levitating into the air before they began swirling around the room. He waved his hand the other way and all the items in the boxes were lifted into the air, following in a similar fashion as the articles of clothing. He then snapped his fingers and all the items flew down into the boxes, the clothes all neatly folded, the other items were perfectly ordered, and the flaps closed and taped shut.

Alora's eyes lit up in realization. "I have magic!" She exclaimed like an excited child.

Dean snorted. "You're so slow sometimes, kiddo," He told her as he ruffled her hair, making her swat his hand away with a smile on her face. "Now let's get going."

"What about the boxes?"

He turned back to her with a pointed look. "As much as I'd love to see you struggle to get them down the stairs, let's opt for the more efficient option, yeah?"

Alora nodded.

"Sounds like a good idea," She agreed.

Dean wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into her side, placing a kiss on the side of her head. "Come on, kid. I'll meet you downstairs," He then exited her room.

Alora quickly glanced around her room once more, making sure she had everything before she began to head towards the door to her bedroom.

"Don't forget about your cat, Lora!"

Alora's eyes widened considerably. "How does he always know these things?" She muttered under her breath and spun around on her heel, picking up the orange cat.

"I would never forget about the little rascal, dad!"

Arthur whacked her with his tail.

"Suck up," She mumbled to the cat.

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Dean was loading the boxes into the back of his car—the trunk and the backseat, seeing as they had quite a few items. He blamed it on his daughter's excessive amount of candles, refusing to admit that a large amount of it was his countless books.

Alora bounded through the doors of the lobby of the apartment their loft had been in. She quickly rushed over to her father's car, Arthur still in her arms, coming to a halt when she was next to him.

"Took you long enough," Dean commented, shutting the trunk before making his way around to the driver's seat. Alora followed in a similar fashion to the passenger side.

When Alora opened the door, she was met with the sight of her father's pure black cat sitting in the seat where she was supposed to sit.

"Dude, so not cool," The teenager mumbled. "Can you please move?" She gave him a slight nudge with her hand.

The cat didn't budge.

"Dad."

"Hades, move," Dean said in a stern tone, staring at the cat in the seat next to him.

Hades leapt onto the center console in between the two front seats before making his way down into the footwell behind the driver's seat.

"Thank you," Alora told her father, earning a nod from him in response. She then slipped into the seat, closing the door behind her, and putting on her seatbelt.

Dean turned to his daughter. "Do you have everything?" He asked her.

"I do," Alora responded with a nod.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am," She said with an affirmed nod.

"A hundred percent sure?"

Alora sighed in defeat, "What did I forget?"

Dean tossed her an orange pill bottle that Alora quickly caught. She blew a raspberry before tossing it into the backseat.

A loud meow sounded from behind them that was followed by continuous hissing, making the teenage witch sink down in her seat, worried about the fact that she upset Hades, the very temperamental cat, who only liked Dean.

"Hades, no."

The cat ceased hissing.

"Thank you," Alora mumbled, weakly. Arthur snuggled up to her.

"So where are we even going?" She then asked.

Dean's jaw muscle ticked before he responded, "Mystic Falls."

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The side of her head rested against the cool glass of the passenger side window. Her blue eyes scanned over the scenery that was whipping past as the car sped down the freeway. Her fingers drummed against her thigh, lightly bobbing her head to the music that was sounding through her earbuds.

Alora's eyes swept across the scene once more before she picked her head up off the window and rested it against the headrest of her seat, tilting it to the left so she could see her father. She quickly took notice of his stiff posture, the way his jaw was clenched, and the way that his knuckles were turning white from how tight he was holding the steering wheel.

The teenage girl removed her earbuds from her ears, placing them on her lap. She bit her lip briefly, debating whether she should speak or not.

"Are you okay, dad?" Alora questioned.

"I'm fine, Lor," Dean replied, making her lips turn down into a frown.

"Then how come you look like you're about to rip the steering wheel off the car?"

Dean cast his daughter a glance out of the corner of his eye. He then looked back down at the steering wheel, loosening his grip before turning his attention back to the empty road ahead of them. "That better?"

Alora gave him a small smile. "You know, if you wanted we could turn this car around and go somewhere else? Anywhere else. You like New Orleans, right? We could drive there instead or we could go to New York. You've told me stories about how much you liked it there. I mean, we really don't have to go to—"

"We're going to Mystic Falls," He cleared his throat. "You wanted to know more about my past...well, Mystic Falls is a part of that."

"But if it's making you upset then I don't want you to go there ."

Dean glanced over at her once more before going back to the road again. "I need to go back there eventually, kid. It's not on you."

"But what happens if vampires come into town or werewolves or witches," Alora bit her bottom lip, "or what if they come back."

Dean sighed, "Then we'll deal with it," He glanced over toward her, his eyes conveying nothing but sincerity, "together."

"Together," Alora nodded, a small smile rising up on her lips.

"I promise you, Lor. Everything is going to be okay," Dean told her, noticing her hesitance.

And Alora believed him.

How could she not?

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a/n: hello lovelies:) here's the first non-chapter-chapter. technically, this should be the only update for a hot minute, but we all know how that has gone with my previous stories, right?

alora and dean>>>

and as I said, alora is happy, bubbly, and cares about people a lot, which you shall see more of in mystic falls.

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