Chapter Thirty Eight

I frowned at the sunlight hitting my eyes, at first I thought that was the perpetrator behind waking me up but then I felt the twanging in my stomach, a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. I shot up on the hospital bed, flashing away down the corridor, almost crying with relief when I located a bathroom. That relief, however, quickly dissipated as I quickly kneeled in front of one of the toilets, throwing up the blood I had consumed last night. I had forgotten how much I hated vomiting, but as my body shook with dry heaves and my whole body became covered in a thin veil of sweat, I vividly remembered why.

I groaned when I felt my stomach churning once more, Nik joined me in the bathroom just in time to see my head disappear into the toilet again. He didn't say a word; he simply crouched down beside me, one hand holding back my hair and the other gently rubbing my back, a gesture that I was grateful for in that moment. I had felt his concern when he had originally stepped into the bathroom, but when I was still vomiting twenty minutes later and showing no signs of stopping, I felt him start to panic.

'Elijah! Bekah!' He shouted, never ceasing rubbing my back, I tried to tell him that I was fine, it was probably morning sickness, but the heaves didn't let up enough to allow me to form a word never mind a sentence.

I felt Bekah and Elijah join us in the bathroom, their panic growing when they saw just how much blood I was throwing up, but I wasn't surprised; I had consumed more than any of them last night.

'What's happening? How long has she been like this?' Bekah asked, crouching down the other side of me, her hand going to my lower back.

'Almost thirty minutes.' Nik answered, his voice close to hysterical.

I sent a comforting wave to them all to let them know I was fine, I knew Nik was about to berate me for wasting my strength but Elijah spoke before he could, picking up on what my signal had meant.

'This is probably to do with the pregnancy, Niklaus. As you said, Genevieve cast a spell rendering the protective magic on the baby void, perhaps it means that Kimberly is no longer protected from the symptoms either.' He said, sounding calm as he always did but it seemed to allow him to get through to Nik.

I pointed to Elijah to indicate that I agreed with him, Nik must have still looked unsure because Bekah added onto Elijah's revelation.

'Morning sickness is symptom of pregnancy, and seeing as you still aren't showing and you're throwing up it means she's still in the first trimester. Hopefully she's near the end of it because this is just brutal.' She murmured, her voice soft.

'You can say that again.' I muttered, leaning back into Nik's chest, his arms winding around my waist; I was pretty sure I was done now seeing as I didn't physically have anything else inside of me to bring up, 'I forgot how much throwing up sucked balls.'

No one found my remark amusing and I opened my eyes to see the varying degrees of concern on everyone's expression.

'I'm fine you guys, honestly.' I assured them, the comforting waves I was sending toward them as I spoke helping to calm them down, 'I'm actually a little hungry.' I said and I felt my eyes flash amber as the veins grew underneath my eye lids, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, when I opened them again I was back in control.

'I'm not surprised with all that you've just thrown up.' Nik muttered shaking his head in relief that I seemed to be fine.

Elijah flashed away and came back handing me a blood bag, which I accepted gratefully but I had taken no more than a few gulps when I felt the twanging in my stomach again. Apparently this blood wasn't good enough for the baby, though there weren't any quarrels last night.

'What is happening?' Nik demanded, losing his temper and feeling helpless over something he couldn't control.

'I don't know. Elijah?' Bekah asked.

'I-I'm not sure the empathetic and prophet pregnancies I've seen haven't included any that were part vampire.' He answered, sounding at a loss.

I wiped the sweat from my brow when my stomach had once again calmed down, 'I don't think the baby likes the blood. Which does not bode well for me.'

'We'll figure it out, love. For now let's get out of here.' Nik murmured, placing a kiss to my temple that seemed to relax my whole body completely.

'Okay.' I agreed, allowing him to pull me up from the floor, 'are we ready to commence the plan?'

'Love you don't look like you could stand on your own at the moment, never mind-' Nik argued, lifting me into his arms as he spoke, but he stopped abruptly as I cut him off.

'It doesn't matter, Nik. You know we need to do this.' I told him, my hand gently caressing the side of his face, I wanted to kiss him but I figured he'd be grossed out seeing as he'd just watched me throw up for almost an hour.

'She's right, Niklaus.' Elijah agreed, while I struggled in Nik's arms trying to get free; I couldn't go home in his arms if I was supposed to be mad at him, which I would be if he had banished Bekah.

'I'm fine.' I told him as I finally got my feet to the floor, but as I took a step my face almost met the ground, luckily Nik caught me in time.

'I'll carry her, it'll give us time to say our goodbyes.' Bekah offered, picking me up bridal style.

'Ah, my knight in shining armour comes to my rescue once again,' I joked, grinning when Bekah struggled to fight a smile as I referenced her interference in a fight between me and her brother back in Mystic Falls; it seemed so long ago.

'We'll meet you at the compound. Don't forget the plan.' Bekah said, allowing Nik to place a kiss on my forehead before she flashed us away, the soft breeze feeling wonderful against my face. When we stopped I opened my eyes, noticing she had bought me straight up to mine and Nik's room, she gently put me down and I stared at her for a long moment, tears forming in my eyes before I abruptly threw my arms around her, hugging her tightly.

'I wish it didn't have to be like this, Bekah.' I whispered.

'Me too, Kimmie. But it won't be forever.' She promised, speaking only loud enough for me to hear.

'You're going to be the best auntie.' I told her, as I pulled back, smiling when she grinned, tears in her eyes.

'I can't wait to meet my niece or nephew,' she said, gently placing a hand on my stomach.

'Part of me still can't believe it.' I admitted.

'Of course you can't; you've just had this sprung on you out of the blue. I'd be worried if you had accepted it straight away no questions asked.' Bekah said, smiling kindly.

We heard footsteps entering the plantation and we shared a look as well as a final hug; it was time to get this over with.

'Rebekah!' Klaus yelled, fake rage present in his voice that stirred the other occupants of the house just as he wanted, 'I will find you, sister.'

Bekah and I rolled our eyes before we walked out of the room, Bekah's hand in mine, discretely supporting my weight until we reached the balcony at which point she released my hand.

'Well I'm right here.' Bekah said, smirking as she riled up Nik even more, or that is how it appeared to Elena, Kol, Finn and Hayley as they came out of their bedrooms, hanging over the balcony below us as they assessed the situation.

'Nik, calm down. You gave her until noon to say her good byes. She has another two hours.' I said, managing to make myself sound as if I were close to losing my temper.

'She's right Niklaus. We will take our leave until then.' Elijah told Nik, taking his forearm and moving to drag a furious looking Nik out of the compound but before he could, Kol spoke up from the balcony below Bekah and me.

'What's going on?' He asked.

'Bekah summoned Mikael in 1919 to come and kill me so that she could be with her precious Marcel.' Nik sneered.

'Is that true, sister?' Finn asked, leaning over the balcony below so that he could look up to us.

Bekah took a deep breath, tears falling down her cheeks, 'it's true.'

'So Bekah plotted to kill you. It's nothing more than any of us have done over the centuries.' Kol protested.

'That was my point, bestie.' I muttered, trying not to sound weak; the railing was the only thing keeping me up at that moment. I saw Nik's eyes flash in concern as he noticed my deteriorating state, but his mask of anger was back before anyone noticed.

'You're making her leave?' Elena asked, surprised, 'you're okay with this?' She leaned over the railing and looked up to me, I gave her a sad smile before I answered.

'He was going to kill her, Elena; it's a miracle I got him to settle on sending her away.' I told her before she drew back, her and everyone else on the balcony below shocked.

'You were going to kill our sister?' Finn asked, disgusted.

The shame in Nik's eyes was real as he avoided the eyes of those on the balcony below us as he settled on Bekah and me; we were both giving him a soft smile. Mine shone of understanding and Rebekah's emanated forgiveness, which seemed to give him the encouragement he needed to continue with his performance.

'Yes, I saw it as only a suitable punishment for what she did.' Nik smirked, clasping his hands behind his back before he continued, 'and I would be inclined to move forward with my idea of punishment if you dilly dally.'

'Yes, alright.' Her voice was full of faux annoyance before she continued, 'I just need to say good bye to-,' Bekah started but she was interrupted by Kol from the floor below.

'You don't need to say good bye to me sister- I'm coming with you.' His voice was certain and I knew he wouldn't change his mind.

'Me too.' Finn said immediately.

'Me three.' Elena agreed.

There was a silence and I knew they were waiting for me to agree too; Bekah was my sister, Nik had threatened to kill her and he was now banishing her- I should want to leave as well.

'Myself and Kimberly will remain.' Elijah answered; I noticed that he left Hayley out of that statement and I frowned at him, not understanding why.

No one argued with Elijah's words, though I felt Hayley's confusion from below me. I heard everyone below shuffle off to back and I tried to ignore the sharp pain in my chest as I realized what was happening; my family was falling apart.

'You better call me every day.' I said for what must have been the hundredth time as I hugged Elena and Kol.

'We will bestie, I promise.' Kol chuckled, but there was a sadness shining in his eyes that had been present since he had announced they were leaving an hour ago.

'You should get going. You don't want to be stuck in traffic.' I told them, discreetly wiping the tears away from my cheeks.

'I love you Kimmie,' Elena whispered, coming in for one final hug, after I told them both I loved them, they were gone. Finn had not bothered to say goodbye, at least not to me; I sensed that he was disgusted with me for agreeing to stay with Klaus after what he had been about to do to Bekah. I was worried what that meant for our relationship, but I could only hope that he could forgive me; we were doing this to protect them. With everyone gone, the compound suddenly felt very empty, the tears in my eyes threatened to spill over, but I forced them back, knowing that if I started it would be hours before I stopped.

I was about to make my way downstairs when my ears suddenly picked up on a conversation happening downstairs.

'You want me to leave? Elijah, I care about all of you too, you've all become my family, if there's anything I can do-,' Hayley started, sounding close to tears, but before she could continue, Elijah cut her off.

'Hayley, while I appreciate your efforts I think you should go out to the bayou, with the rest of your pack. They are your family, not us.' Elijah's tone was cold and harsh but it heavily contrasted with how he was feeling; his heart was crumbling because he was hurting her.

'Elijah-,' Hayley tried again but just like before, Elijah refused to let her finish, I assumed because he was close to breaking, to giving in.

'This is family business, Hayley. You've outstayed your welcome and you need to leave.' Once he had finished speaking I heard a door close, signaling Hayley's departure, before she had moved too far away I sent a wave of comfort toward her, hoping to ease her pain a little. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn't continue to focus on her; my strength was deteriorating and I was getting weaker by the minute.

I didn't need my empath senses to know that Elijah was hurting in that moment. He had sent away the woman he loved to protect her from whatever danger his mother was going to bring to us, it was honorable, but honestly I knew it wasn't necessary. Hayley had been right when she said she was a part of the family, and Elijah's fear that she wouldn't survive the Mikaelson household was misguided and as soon as I had the strength I planned to fix it. But I knew Hayley at least needed today; she would want to work through her sadness alone just like Elijah would. Which is why I promised myself there and then that I would only talk about it if they bought it up. With that thought in mind I decided to seek out Elijah, hoping to take his mind off his painful encounter with the werewolf.

I managed to walk down the stairs without falling, thanks to the help of the railing, but when I reached the bottom I took a deep breath and applied all of my focus, happy when I managed to make it to the sofa in the centre of the room. As I tried to find another jolt of energy inside me, I couldn't help but ponder over my predicament; it just didn't make any sense; I had been able to keep blood down yesterday evening, after Genevieve had cast the spell but now the thought of blood made me want to throw up. How was I going to last another however many months without feeding? I was part vampire, just like the baby probably was, so what was the problem?

'Are you alright, Kimberly?' Elijah's soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts as he sat on the sofa across from me.

'I was just thinking about my blood problem.' I answered, giving him a frustrated smile, managing to keep the pity out of my gaze with great effort. I didn't have to concentrate as much on pretending, however, when I noticed a cut on his brow. I hadn't heard anything that would have indicated that his interaction with Hayley had come to physical blows, but before I could question it the smell of his blood suddenly overwhelmed my senses and it made my stomach churn, my hand came over my mouth to quell the sudden sickness that had come over me, 'don't take this the wrong way, Elijah but could you stop bleeding.'

His eyes lit up in realization, but before he could do anything about it, Nik appeared biting into his wrist and offering it to Elijah sending me a concerned look that I didn't pay attention to as I stared at the dried blood left behind on his wrist after it healed. It drew me in and made my mouth water; while Elijah's blood had smelled disgusting his smelled absolutely divine, even more so than it usually did. I felt my veins grow under my eyes and my fangs extend and I gently ran my tongue over them, my eyes still on Nik's wrist; I could hear the blood pumping through his veins.

'Love?' he asked, though I knew if he couldn't see my physical reaction to him, he would be able to feel my hunger.

My eyes snapped shut as his voice broke me out of the trance I had been in, I took a deep breath and willed my face to return back to normal, once I had control my eyes opened to see Nik and Elijah observing me curiously.

'Sorry.' I apologized, embarrassed.

'Actually I think I've just realized why you're having trouble drinking blood, love.' Nik smirked, coming to sit beside me.

'You have?' I was surprised.

'You need to feed on me.' He said, sounding confident in his deduction.

'How so, Niklaus?' Elijah asked.

'She looked nauseated when she saw your wound, but when she smelled my blood she looked hungry.' He explained before he continued, 'so if she can keep my blood down, the reason she threw up earlier was because her body was rejecting the blood since it wasn't mine.'

'There's only one way to find out.' I muttered, hoping he was right; having to feed off him for whatever reason was better than not being able to feed at all.

Nik offered me his wrist and I took a breath, bringing my fangs forward- willingly this time- before I bit into his writ. My first gulp was tentative, because although he tasted incredible, I was worried it was going to end the same way it had earlier. Nik placed a hand to my hair, softly stroking me as he kissed my temple before he whispered into my ear, 'help yourself, love.'

Not needing any more encouragement I unleashed my hunger, biting harder into his wrist, too far gone to even think about taking his pain. I felt his blood travel down to my stomach where it settled rather and didn't complain. I wasn't sure how long I was drinking, but I didn't stop until I was full, until the lingering hunger that had been present all day had been quenched. When I pulled back I bit into my own wrist and offered it to Nik when I felt that he was a little dizzy, he only needed a gulp or two and my wound healed quickly.

'How do you feel?' Elijah asked after I had licked the remaining blood from around my mouth.

'Great,' I answered honestly, and I did I felt wonderful, euphoric even.

Nik chuckled, amused and relived as he placed a kiss to my hair.

'I wonder why it has to be his blood,' Elijah murmured, his hands in a prayer position in front of his lips as he pondered in his own mind, 'what makes it complicated is the fact you are made up of so many different things, though I don't think this has to do with your other gifts. This is to do with you two being mates.'

'As long as I don't have to starve for the next however many months I don't mind.' I said honestly, laying my head on Nik's chest and casually throwing my legs over his lap.

'Perhaps your right. As long as you have a food source we can figure out what we are going to do now.' Elijah agreed.

'What happened to your forehead anyway?' I asked.

'Marcel and I had an argument when I re-banished him from the quarter.' He explained and I wasn't really surprised; if Nik was punishing Bekah than Marcel needed to pay for what he did as well.

'Tell me the next move is ripping off Genevieve's head.' Nik said, making me chuckle, though I knew we couldn't it was still a nice idea.

'I wish, but our only advantage right now is that the witches don't know that we know about the baby, or that they intend to kill it.' I said, running my hand through his hair.

'Exactly, at least Kimberly is capable of thinking above unnecessary murder.' Elijah said, his tone sarcastic making me snort and Nik glare.

Before the conversation could continue I felt my vibrate in the pajama shorts pocket, my nose wrinkled in disgust when I realized I'd been wearing the same clothes for almost two days. Gross.

'Hey Cami, what's up?' I asked, my hand still moving through Nik's curls.

'I don't know if you already know this but Davina woke up yesterday. The witch tied to her resurrection must have died.' Cami said, her tone tentative as if she didn't know whether she should be telling me.

'She's alive?' I asked, surprised I didn't know, and when I felt Elijah and Nik's surprise it confirmed they didn't either.

Marcel must have taken her body from the compound yesterday whilst everyone was preoccupied with Nik, Bekah and I being missing.

'Yeah, but she's in a bad way, Kim. Marcel was trying to help her last night but apparently the ancestors gave her a hard time for misusing her magic the whole time she was… gone. She's scared to use her magic again and she was pissed off when she found out that Marcel and I were hoping that she could help us.' Cami explained, sounding guilty.

I stopped myself from snapping at her when I realized that she was genuinely remorseful and it wasn't her fault; she wanted to save her uncle and she wouldn't have known how Davina's time on the other side would have been.

'Where is she?' I asked once I'd managed to control my voice enough to not sound pissed off.

'That's why I'm calling… Marcel handed her over to Genevieve in exchange for her dropping the boundary spell wherever Bekah was stuck last night.' Cami murmured, the annoyance towards Marcel evident in her tone.

I felt my mouth drop open, shocked; I couldn't believe that he would do that to her. He handed her over to the very coven, who was more than likely pissed off with her due to her part in the extension of the harvest ritual. I sat up, placing my bare feet on the concrete floor.

'I'll go to her. Thanks Cami.' I said, standing up and making my way to the staircase; five minutes to shower and change wouldn't kill me, 'how's your uncle?'

'Not good. Bastianna refused to lift the hex because I didn't stab Klaus with some weird blade. But thank you both for trying to help. I appreciate it.' Cami said, her tone sincere.

'Of course. Call me if you need anything else. Okay?' I murmured into the phone, after she assured me she would and we had both said our goodbyes, I hung up the phone.

Five minutes later I was freshly showered, my hair in a high ponytail seeing as I didn't have the time or patience to dry it and I wanted it out of my face. I had put on one of Bekah's biker dresses that she had left behind; it was pale blue and lacy. I had caught a reflection of myself coming out of the shower and noticed that I had a slight bump, so I opted for Bekah's clothes because she was a size bigger than me so the dress hung loosely around my abdomen. I paired that with my black leather jacket and black biker boots. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand where I had placed it just before I got into the shower and put it in my jacket pocket. Deciding I was ready, I made my way down stairs to see that Elijah and Nik hadn't moved.

'I'm going to see Davina.' I told them and I almost made it to the gates before Nik appeared in front of me, cutting me off.

'Not alone you're not. From the sounds of it, Genevieve will be there and I don't want you or my child anywhere near her.' Nik said, his tone final in a way that made me raise my brow.

'Okay, first of all, It's not your child. It's ours.' I murmured, my eyes narrowing in annoyance, 'and I can't even begin to imagine how terrified and how out of place she must be feeling right now. She needs a friend and seeing as Marcel was happy to hand her over to a coven of psychos while she's unsure of her magic I'm guessing she needs someone more than ever.'

'I don't care, that is not your problem.' Klaus said, his tone booking no room for argument but I just rolled my eyes.

'If you think you are going to dictate what I do, where I go and who I talk to for this pregnancy then you are sorely mistaken, Nik.' I told him, my tone completely serious.

The anger in his expression melted away, showing a glimmer of vulnerability that made my own annoyance subside.

'I'm going to see Davina. The baby and I will be fine. I promise you.' I murmured, both of my hands going to either side of his face as I gently bought his gaze to mine, allowing him to see that I was being sincere. After a long moment he nodded, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

'Don't be gone long.' Nik said, his hands resting on my hips.

'I won't be, and I have my phone if you need me.' I assured him.

Before I left I pulled him in for a kiss, only meaning for it to be a short peck goodbye, but one of Nik's hands went to the small of my back, the other caressing the side of my face as his mouth moved passionately against mine. He made me feel as if we were the only ones in the room, as if we were the only ones in the world and as his lips dueled with mine all thoughts left my mind, with only one remaining; I want this to last forever. Of course, he eventually pulled away, resting his forehead against mine as we gathered our breath. My eyes were glazed over and I felt completely and utterly relaxed from head to toe, but at the same time my skin was tingling in anticipation, desperate for more. He noticed this and sent me a smug smirk that snapped me out of my Nik-induced trance as I remembered where I had been going. With that I hurried out of the door, making my way to the address that Cami had got from Marcel. It didn't take me long to get there, and it was surprisingly easy to find though it was more than a little creepy. Why witches had to practice magic in an old, abandoned and dirty greenhouse when they could be practicing in a cute house or apartment I would never know. Each to their own I suppose.

I didn't bother to announce my presence; I just walked in like I had been there a thousand times before. Sneaking up on witches probably wasn't the best idea, but I could only sense Davina there and I didn't think she would attack me. I found her sat at a white countertop in the middle of the room, crying softly into her hands with several dead roses surrounding her.

'Davina?' I murmured softly, not wanting to scare her.

'Kimmie?' She responded, sitting up and wiping the tears from her cheeks.

'I heard you were back. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you, sweetie.' I told her, sitting on the chair beside her own as I pulled her head to my chest, one hand stroking her hair and the other around her shoulders.

'It's okay. I heard about what happened with Klaus and Rebekah.' She sniffled and I could feel that she was hurt, though she was trying to hide it.

'Yeah. Genevieve is a bitch.' I muttered, managing to get a startled laugh from her, before I gently pulled back, moving her dark brown locks away from her face, 'but I never expected you to remove the boundary spell, sweetie. You have to know that.'

She held my gaze for a few moments and when she realized that I was being genuine she hugged me hard, sobbing into my neck.

'Tell me what's going on.' I murmured, rubbing her back comfortingly.

'The whole time I was over there the ancestors spent the time telling me that I abused my magic when I sided with the vampires and if I ever did again they would make me suffer the consequences.' I could sense her fear and I was both concerned and angry at what they must have done to her to evoke such a reaction.

'Your magic is yours, Davina. You can do whatever you want with it, don't let the ancestors bully you into doing what they expect.'

'I don't know if I can even do magic anymore. I keep trying but I fail every time.' She said, pulling away from me, sitting up right in her stool and holding up one of the dead roses, 'I can't even do the spell to return this rose to the living.'

'Well then, I say use this coven like they used you for the harvest ritual. Let them help you regain your confidence to do magic and when you do, you decide what you want to do with your own power. Whether it is to stay with this coven or start your own, just make sure it's your decision.' I gave her a soft smile, happy that the calming waves I was sending toward her seemed to be working; she was now relaxed and her tears had subsided.

'Thank you so much, Kimmie.' She said, her hand squeezing mine for a moment before she pulled away.

'No problem.' I waved her off, not wanting her to make a big deal out of it.

'No, you're the only one who has told me to think about what I want, everyone else wants me to get my magic back so that I can do things for them. But you always give me a choice. I've never told you how grateful I am to you for that.' Davina murmured, giving me a soft sincere smile that brightened up her whole face.

'I'll always give you a choice, Davina.' I promised her.

'I believe you.' She said, still smiling.

We talked for a little while longer, but as the two-hour mark ticked by, Klaus' voice asking me to be back as soon as I could kept ringing in my mind. I gave it ten more minutes and with a parting hug and making Davina promise to call me if she needed anything, I was making my way home.

I had half expected Klaus' angry form to be greeting me as I walked into the compound when I returned home, but I was surprised to find it all completely quiet. When I focused I sensed that Elijah was gone and Klaus was upstairs in his art studio, which is where I went without hesitation. He seemed too lost and concentrated on the canvas he was painting on to sense me; though his body did tense up as I paused by the doorway, but it was an action he didn't seem consciously aware of. I couldn't see what he was painting; his body was blocking it from my view, but whatever it was he was pouring his emotion into it; waves of fear, excitement and admiration were coming from him in waves and it made me curious as to what form these emotions inspired.

'Did I ever mention how hot I find a guy who can work a paint brush?' I said, finally deciding to announce my presence.

His surprise quickly turned into amusement as he placed a sheet over the canvas he had been working on before he faced me; he grinned when he saw that I was pouting before he came over and aligned my body with his, his hands resting on my ass, mine doing the same.

'Don't pout, you can see it when it's finished, love.' He murmured, resting his forehead against mine.

'Fine.' I agreed, though I had to resist the urge to look in the direction of the painting, despite the sheet interfering with my vision.

'I trust everything went well with the witch?' He asked, not sounding really interested as his hand curled around my ponytail, gently yanking my head back so that my lips were more readily available to him.

'Davina isn't so great right now, she's adjusting but she'll get there.' I murmured, suddenly no longer in the mood to chat.

'I'm glad you're back safe, love. I was starting to worry.' He murmured, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke, but in that moment he didn't sound worried at all.

'You would be able to sense if anything had happened to me, Nik. And I promised you we'd be fine.' My hands came to rest on his lean chest, just above his pecks.

'I will never not be worried about you when you're away from my protection, love.' His hands moved too; his right hand caressing the side of my face, his left moving to the small of my back and pulling me tighter against him, making me gasp.

'I know, Nik. Just like I worry about you.' I noticed the surprise in his eyes from my words, and he looked as if he were about to question me, but when he saw the sincerity in my eyes his disbelief disappeared and without another word, his lips were moving against mine.

I gasped when I felt my back suddenly being pushed up against the wall of his art studio, giving him the opening he needed to allow his tongue to enter my mouth, leaving no space untouched. At some point my hands had moved to tangle in my hair, and as he deepened the kiss I found myself tugging at his curls, silently asking him for more. He complied, gently tugging off my jacket and then taking my right leg and hooking it around his hip, aligning our hips, the friction jolting my body in the best possible way.

Nik's lips moved to my neck, placing open mouthed kisses all the way down to my left collarbone, and slowly moving to my right, while his hands moved up to my breasts, massaging them adding to my arousal with each movement. My hands moved to the neckline of his shirt, tearing it straight down the middle, I felt him smirk against my neck but otherwise he didn't react, never ceasing in his torment. I moaned when I felt the brush of his fangs against the crook of my neck, my hand going to his hair to urge him to continue, and when his teeth sank into my neck I released a moan loud enough that would have embarrassed me if I were still capable of a conscious thought. My own fangs emerged and I bit into the same spot that had opened up on his neck that had on mine, moaning again when the taste of his blood consumed me. My hands moved of their own accord, removing his belt and dark blue jeans as we continued to drink from each other; his own hands reached up under my dress, ripping my underwear to shreds. Before I could do it myself, his hands went to my hips, lifting me, my legs wrapping around his hips out of instinct. I withdrew from his neck, gasping in complete and utter pleasure when he entered me in one swift movement; his hips moved against mine in a frenzy of passion that couldn't be contained. While he continued to drink from me, my hands tangled in his hair, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust as we raced towards the end together. As we reached our climax in unison, Nik's hips were moving fast enough, rough enough that the wall I was against was starting to shake, the plaster cracking and crumbling to the floor. Neither of us paid it much attention as we finished, Nik's fangs withdrawing from my neck, his forehead resting against mine, we shared a satisfied grin and a soft kiss as we came down from the high we had reached together.

That's chapter thirty-eight! I hope you like it! Let me know what you think :) Sorry if you don't think much is happening in this chapter, it's a bit of filler and needed to set up the rest of the storyline. See you next week with a new one! Don't be mad at Hayley and Elijah's interaction here, she will be back I promise :)

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Mili: Awww y cant u make her a badass n just kill them all already badass move if she wakes up n just decides to say f*** it n kill them. split up u their stronger together. Her killing them with the family asleep not knowing will be cool. Haha, I wish I could, Kim is badass and believe me if there was a way for her to fix this problem on her own, she would, but unfortunately it's just not that simple :(

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