Hey y'all. Here's chapter 4.
CHAPTER 4
Dana's POV
"That's not what I asked you Bonnie," I ground out as I talked to Bonnie on the phone. "I asked you to give the phone to Stefan who's supposed to be with you. But it seems like you're avoiding the action of doing so, meaning that either he left or something happened." I pause and look at Klaus who seems to not be paying attention to my conversation and painting a weird looking fruits basket. "Where's my brother Bonnie?"
She doesn't answer. I hear her sigh. There's moving in the background. "Elena's dead, Dana," Bonnie says.
"What are you talking about," I say trying not to voice my shock.
"Elena was killed by Rebekah last night," Bonnie says miserably. I sit down in shock and anger trying not to believe the words that just came out of her mouth.
"You let her get killed by Barbie Klaus?!"
"That's not our only problem," She says quietly.
I jump up and raise my voice in anger, "What do you mean that's not our only problem?!" Klaus turns around and raises an eyebrow. I glare at him and he turns back to painting whatever the hell shit he was painting.
"Well," Bonnie says dragging out the word. "Elena's a vampire, Katherine's human, Rebekah's nowhere to be found and apparently Stefan's on his way to New Orleans and he's not answering any of my calls."
I hear a clunking noise and when I turn around Klaus is no longer there.
"If you hear from him call me," I tell her. "I don't care about the other two. Do whatever the hell you want with them. And as for Rebekah, when you see her tell her that I have a couple words."
I don't wait for a reply and I hang up.
"Klaus?" I say loudly hoping he'd hear me.
I walk out the room only to see Klaus looking out the window behind the curtains. "What are you looking at," I ask him.
His hand on the curtain stays while he lifts his other hand and puts a finger to his mouth. Confused, I look out the window with him only to see two vampires looking around.
"Who are they," I ask him.
"Two of Marcel's little minions you could say." He has furrowed brows. I'm guessing he's not happy.
Both of the vampires are talking and tune in to listen to the conversation.
"There's nobody here," the one with curly hair says.
"Yeah. Marcel must trippin'," The other vamp replies. "There's no way anyone could be here. It's too quiet and it looks like nobody has been on this property for a 100 years."
"I don't know about you but I'm getting the hell out of here." The curly haired vamp begins to walk away and the other follows him.
"No way I'm staying here. But the rumors about Klaus got to be true. If he even was here we'd be dead before we could even say a word." Both walk of the property and Klaus moves from the curtain.
"I'd kill them if they were worth the effort." I raise an eyebrow.
"You kill people on the effort it's worth," I ask. "Since when?"
"Since the beginning of the phrase 'When I want to'." He turns and walks to his painting, He doesn't say another word as he sits down, picks up a brush and begins to paint away.
"What's with you and this painting thing? I thought it was drawing that you were into back when we were in Mystic Falls."
Klaus doesn't turn around but I could tell that there was a smirk on his face. "Painting, Love, is a form of art," Klaus says. "And I enjoy all types of art." With each word there is a stroke of paint on the canvas. "I enjoy drawing, painting, music, dancing, killing."
Now it's my turn to smirk. "That's nice," I say.
"Oh but that's not my absolute favorite love," He says as he finally stops painting.
"And what would that be," I ask.
Klaus turns around and says, "Why, sex of course." I raise an eyebrow. "It's the most fabulous types of art," He says.
I cross my arms and go sit on the bed. "And you're one of the most fabulous types of corrupt people I'll ever know."
"I love you too love," he says as he turns around and begins painting again.
I let us stay in silence for a few minutes just so that we could change the subject.
"So," I say. "What are we going to do about Marcel?" I pause. "Knowing you, you'd probably want to kill him."
"No," he says not turning around. "That's a last resort. I would never want to kill him."
The fruits basket is bright now yet the edges of the canvas are dark and look as if he's trying to make it look as if they are burnt ends of a picture or paper.
"What's so special about him that you won't kill him?"
"I raised him," he says. "Marcellus is like a son to me."
"Is he like a son to you now," I ask. "He's like a Baby Klaus but black and I think he's trying to find ways to kill you. Just saying."
I lay down on my back on the bed and sigh.
"Yes," Klaus replies. "He's been apart of my family since he was a boy and he will forever be apart of my family."
"Always and forever," I whisper.
"Yes. Always and forever."
There's a crash downstairs and both Klaus and I speed down the stairs only to see Rebekah. "I wish I was apart of that little moment," She says. "Always and forever is always the promise but the problem being is that it's not always fulfilled."
Rebekah begins walking through the house. "It's so nice to be back home after a hundred years. Did you miss me Nik?"
Klaus doesn't reply and he begins to walk away.
Rebekah smirks and looks at me. " See Dana. Always and forever are just words we say. They're just words to make us feel content with ourselves and eachother. Nothing more."
Hope you guys liked it. I'll try to update soon.
