A/N: SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG! I HAD MY COMPUTER CRASHED AND NO MONEY TO GET A NEW ONE BUT NOW I SHOULD BE UPDATING MORE REGULARLY...ALSO, THIS MAY CONTAIN SOME SERIOUS DISCIPLINE BUT I FEEL LIKE THIS IS WHAT WOULD BE PLAYED OUT. I'M SORRY IF THIS OFFENDS YOU BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.
"Hey there."
I snapped my focus to Damon Salvatore standing in front of me. "I'm not allowed to talk to you." I quickly ignored him, going back to my spinning.
"Wanna see stuff your family's hiding from you?" I glanced up slowly to see Damon half-smirking. When I didn't reply, he winked and held out his hand. Before logic could sink in, I took his hand.
Damon had all the books broken out, scattered amongst his coffee table, and we both were scavenging through the notes. "See, there's all the lore on your uncle here." Damon pointed to the sun and moon curse, but I just smiled. I knew what my grandfather had done, and what the true curse was but I didn't dare breathe a word about it. "Oh Allison!" Damon sang, flipping through the books. A girl in just her bra and panties came waltzing in, clearly compelled to Damon's will. "Could you please feed our young guest?"
She smiled and held out her wrist to my mouth, and I couldn't ignore the temptation so I bit into her, relishing in the warmth of her blood. The satisfaction of her blood was a high and I didn't need a lot since I was only half and a small child as well. "Thank you." I said, smiling, wiping my mouth.
"So what's the lore on your family? What do you think? Are we missing something?" Damon asked, flipping through the books.
"Well, my grandfather was extremely sadistic. The lore is something about my uncle being half wolf and half vampire-he's the original hybrid. The curse was just something made up…" I trailed off to the sound of feet on the stairs leading to the boarding house. I shushed Damon, focusing my hearing. I recognize the patterns. My heart stopped and I looked at Damon frantically. Someone knocked on the door, and when I finally heard Kol's soft growling, I panicked. I froze when I noticed Stefan opening the door. "Hello." Kol smiled, his eyes flashing towards me. "I'm just here for my niece."
"What if she doesn't want to go with you?" Stefan stood tall with his arms crossed, daring him to try anything.
Kol growled, throwing himself at Stefan but was stopped by the magic of having been uninvited. He laughed, then placed his hands behind his back. "Mikah. If you would like me to tell Niklaus everything, I suggest you get your ass outside right now. You have until three." I looked over at Damon, glancing at the book….a dhamphyr…that's what I was. I reached for the book and Damon took it out of my reach. "ONE!" I heard Kol roar, as I realized he saw what I was doing. I glared at Damon for a minute, quickly speeding to Kol's side. He yanked me forward, vamp speeding all the way to the mansion.
He threw me inside the door, sitting me in the kitchen. "What were you doing there?" Uncle Kol's voice was low, and he was smiling as he took my hand and led me into the family room and sat me in the chair. He had his arms on either side of me, but I was staring intently on the hole beginning to form in my jeans. My stomach fluttered with butterflies as I could feel his gaze on me. I could smell Uncle Nik entering the room and I made note of his stiff presence as he was watching our interaction. "Sweetheart, I just want to know what you were doing."
My blood started to boil and I could help but get angry. I could feel my fangs retract and I gritted through my teeth, "You know what? It's not of your fucking business…sweetheart." I answered, still looking down. I started to chew on my bottom lip, ignoring the blood coming from my lip.
"Let me show you how it's done, brother."
I glanced up to see the scowl on his face and my heart dropped. I tended to be brave, but my uncle scares me when he's angry. "What did I tell you?"
"You said not to leave." I whispered, sinking further in the chair away from him.
"What did I say about eating people?"
"Not to." I gulped. "But I didn—"
Uncle Nik popped my thigh, causing me to hiss but I didn't dare strike back. "If you're going to lie to me love, don't wear your dinner home." He pointed at the top left of my shirt where there was a small drop of blood. "What were you doing?" He asked, raising my chin up.
"I was just wanting to get out. That was it. I just didn't think you'd notice me." I cursed myself for being a coward, but Uncle Nik nodded in approval.
"Go fetch the belt." Uncle Nick stood up to the side, to allow me to get up. I looked up to him pleading, but I could see his face. My heart raced as I slowly made my way to the closet. "You have to the count of three to have it back with your jeans down and over the couch." Uncle Nik growled, slamming his fist down on the table. "One."
I used my speed to grab the vervain-soaked belt hanging in the closet and was over the arm of the couch with my jeans around my knee by the time he shouted 'Two."
"Please, Uncle Nik. Please don't whip me."
My stomach was in knots, but I could hear Uncle Nik behind me pacing back and forth. "Mikah. You need to obey. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Uncle Nik." I whispered, holding on to the couch pillows with all my might. "I don't need a spanking, I won't do it again." I pleaded, growling at Kol's laughter behind me.
"Uncle Nik," Kol mocked, his voice turning sarcarstic. "I think she deserves a whipping for the disrespect and nearly choosing to listen to Damon over her own uncle."
I groaned, and could just picture Uncle Nik glaring daggers at me. I shot Kol a look of betrayal and I could see he instantly regretted his words. I knew by Kol's face that Uncle Nik was furious. "Damon Salvatore, eh?" Uncle Nik whispered. I wanted to run away, but I settled for burying my face into the couch instead. "What did I tell you?" I couldn't respond, and I felt him jerk my panties down to my knees. "What. Did. I. Tell. You?" He growled, and I instantly retreated further into the couch. I could feel the anger radiating from him, and I shivered.
"I will handle her spanking." I jumped up, but was quickly forced back down. "Niklaus. I will make sure we do not have this conversation again. It will not happen again, will it young lady?"
I closed my eyes, a tear falling down. "No, Papa." I whispered, suddenly contrite. "Papa, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
"I don't want to hear it. Do not make promises you do not intend to keep." Papa said, his hand on my back. His voice was sharp enough to cut the air, and I didn't dare respond with any form of disrespect.
"I was hungry Papa. I thought I could control the hunger, and I thought I would be okay. I just wanted fresh air." The waterworks started flowing, and I knew I was sounding more like a coward than I should be.
"Ask your uncle for the belt." He ordered, and I gasped but not disobeying him. My body shook and stomach dropped as I stood up, very aware of the fact my shirt was only long enough to cover the majority of bottom.
"U-uncle Nik? May I p-please have the belt?" I didn't dare make eye contact with him, his eyes bore holes in my face. I could feel the tears sting, but he handed me the belt. I took a deep breath and handed the belt to Papa.
"Bend over. You're getting the whole whooping with the belt. You're not going to be sitting for a long time young lady."
"Whoa, Elijah." Kol started, feeling guilty. I could tell he was just mad at me, but didn't want me in trouble. "Don't you think—"
"What, Kol? You don't think she deserves a tanning? I already gave her a switching for this last week." I hated the way Papa always sounded calm and logical.
"I mean…of course she does, but a bare belting? I am in the body of a 17 year old, and I have never had a full belting at the hand of my papa…"I bit my lip hopeful that Papa would oblige, but he just laughed.
"You wouldn't survive a belting from Mikael. I'll handle my wayward child." Without warning, I felt the burning, searing belt across my behind and instantly screamed, jolting up to have Papa forcibly bend me back over. "That was your only reprieve, child." He warned, and I held on to the couch with all my might as Papa brought the belt down again and I cried out.
"Papa…papa please? Can Uncle Nik or Kol hold my hands? I'm not trying to disobey." I could feel the tears streaming, and since it was only the second stripe, I knew Papa wasn't going to go easy.
"Of course. Kol." Uncle Kol sat on the couch in front of me, holding my biceps. Uncle Nik just glared at me. It'll be okay, Kol promised me silently.
Yes sir. I held my gaze on his face as I took a deep breath as I heard Papa bring the belt back. I cringed and cried out, but Uncle Kol was too strong for me to fight him, and Papa took advantage and rained spank after spank on my buttocks, heating and burning my bottom. I cried out, bawling and begging Papa to stop but my cries fell deaf on his ears. After what seemed like eternity, I finally heard Papa speak out, his voice assertive. "What was the spanking for?"
"D-disprespect, and the fact I d-d-disobeyed all the rules s-set for me." I sniffled, my ass on fire. "Please Papa, I learned my lesson." I started to cry again, but I felt Papa's hand on my back again.
He whipped me twelve more times across my sit spots. Hard. I fought hard to get up, and kicked, but Papa didn't miss his mark and Kol was too strong for me to fight against. I heard Papa walk away and I could hear the clattering of him putting the belt away in the closet. I sank my head in Kol's lap, crying my heart out. I didn't notice Papa pulling my underwear back up or him slipping my jeans off. I felt him rubbing my back and Kol stroking my arms as I continued crying. After a while, once I finally had my sobbing under control, Papa stood me up in front of him, pulling me between his legs. He kissed my nose, his eyes filled with tears. "Mikah, I don't like punishing you. You understand why I did, don't you?"
"Yes Papa."
"Tell me."
"I was disrespectful and I disobeyed you and Uncle Klaus." I swallowed, feeling guilty again.
"What else?"
"You and Uncle Klaus talked to me about this last week. You also told me not to feed without one of you." I whispered, the tears betraying me.
"The Salvatores want to hurt us. They are not our friends right now. Had they known your worth, they would take you from me. Do you know what that would do?"
"Make you angry?"
"You're missing the point." Papa put me on his lap, careful not to sit me on my bottom. "You mean everything to me. I couldn't lose you. You did something today and put yourself in a situation of getting seriously hurt—all because you didn't think. You do not tell the Salvatores who you are and you most certainly do not go in public without one of us. You look like an eleven year old, and that alone will raise questions. Do you understand?"
"Yes Papa."
"Now, about involving yourself in Niklaus's business…"
"Oh papa, please. I won't do it again." I started to cry, gripping onto his shirt.
"Are you paying attention?"
"Yes Papa."
"There better not be another time we have to discuss this but if there's a next time, you will go to Niklaus and you'll ask him for a spanking. Whether he decides to spank you or not, you will comply. Any arguments, and I will make sure he includes a whipping. Regardless, you'll have earned another round with myself and the belt. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir." I whined, burying my face into Papa's shoulder blade.
"Niklaus?"
"You are lucky your papa stepped in when he did. I am almost certain you'd still be feeling the belt right now if I was handling it. Stay out of Salvatore business. I do not like repeating myself. Understood?" Uncle Nik growled, his voice evening out. I looked up at him, sorrowful. I could see the worry in his eyes.
"Answer him, Mikah Kaylen." Papa scolded.
"Yes sir."
"I don't want anything to happen to you sweetheart." Uncle Nik whispered. He sighed and walked out of the room.
"I cannot bear to lose you, or to have to imagine where you are or what they're doing to you." I could hear the sorrow in Papa's voice and my heart broke. "I will be very strict about this. You do not go into town without Niklaus or myself." I cried some more softly, but only because I knew that Damon would want to talk to me and I wanted to talk to him. I felt like he had answers only he could answer for me. I knew though that I would have to be smart enough to hide it from Papa and Uncle Nik…
