Chapter 5

"When are you going to talk about us to your brother ?" The dark haired beauty asked him as she rearranged her skirt.

"Soon, Katerina, you have my promise. I am just waiting for the right moment you know that." Elijah said while buttoned his shirt back up.

"Is Klaus ever in a good mood ?" She rolled her eyes, before draping her arms around the Mikaelson shoulders. "Just consider what I said, we can just elope and then we'll go to your family."

"No. My family should be there when we get married."

"Fine, just don't forget your promise." She dropped her arms.

"Never."

She smiled enticingly before kissing him languorously.

"Think of me." She whispered in his ear before leaving the room her hips swaying.

-O-

"Provoking the Mikaelson isn't a good idea."

"When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it boy." Giuseppe Salvatore rebuked his youngest son. "And you, have the shipments arrived ? You better take care of it correctly."

"Yes, sir." Damon answered tightly.

"Fine, you two can go."

Once the door of their father's office closed behind them, Damon clenched his fists.

"Until when are we going to have to take his order."

"If he continues to bait Klaus Mikaelson, perhaps not for much longer, but then we'll be dead too."

"Always the pessimist little brother."

"Or realist. Even if we win the war that's coming it won't be without a lot of bloodshed."

"We'll think of something. We always do."

-O-

"Freya, what do you think of this dress ?"

"Going out ?" She asked her little sister.

"Just to the Mystic, I feel like dancing tonight." She smiled brightly twirling.

"So unfair. I want to go too." Pouted Henrik.

"I wasn't allowed to go either until I was sixteen. You just have to wait."

"Yeah, but you're a girl." Grummeled the youngest Mikaelson.

"What's that supposed to mean ?!" Rebekah glared at him.

"Enough. None of us were allowed there until we reached sixteen, it was Mother's rule. And you only have a year left to wait Henrik." Freya intervened before her sister lost her temper.

"Well, if I can't go there, I'm at least going to hang out with my friends." He stood up and walked to the door.

"Be back before nine or I'll come get you." Warned Freya to her disappearing littlest brother, but she smiled fondly.

"Brat." Rebekah huffed.

"And you're better ?" Laughed her eldest.

"I'm eighteen. I'm an adult." Primly said the younger blond.

"You're used to getting your way, and some would say a spoiled princess. I'd mostly blame Klaus for that, but we all pampered you and Henrik growing up."

"I don't see why I shouldn't get anything I want, I'm Rebekah Mikaelson."

"Yes. But be careful of reaching for the sun or you'll get burned." Freya's tone turned serious. "I know about you and Marcel."

Rebekah stiffened, as a cold chill went down her back.

"Does Klaus..."

"Our brother doesn't know anything." The younger girl breathed a sigh of relief. "Yet. Sooner or later he will learn of it."

"You won't tell him, right ?" She worried.

"No, it's not my secret to tell and you should be allowed the right to see who you want. After all, I wasn't too much older than you when I got married." She looked in the distance as if remembering the past as a flash of sorrow passed on her face.

Rebekah put a comforting hand on hers.

"I'll give you an advice, it's for you to decide to follow or not. Tell Klaus, better he learns it from you and Marcel than from a third party which will happen if this continue on. If you're not serious then break things off, there's plenty of boys for you to play around that aren't so close to our family."

"I really like Marcel. No, I think I love him." Murmured Rebekah.

"Then tell Klaus." Freya firmly reinstated.

Rebekah remained silent, thinking. She wasn't sure she was ready for that yet. After all, she knew her older brother's temper.

Katherine makes an appearance, so do the Salvatore brothers. More setting up... But Klaroline is coming I promise.

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