Hey guys! I'm sorry it's been two weeks since my last update. First of all; no one reviewed. Come on guys, please? If you want more chapters you have to review. And second; volleyball started the twenty-first so I've been busy and tired from that. Plus I was super sick with a fever Thursday night into Friday. I had to miss practice (it was hell week so we had practice every day.) Oh and school starts this week (Imma be a Freshman) so I've been getting ready for that. Ugh, who else is starting school? Or has already started? It sucks, right? :/
But I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)
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Rebekah pulled out her apartment key and slid it into the lock to open her door. She stepped into her apartment and placed her bag on the kitchen counter. Her apartment wasn't too small, but it wasn't huge either. It was comfortable for one person. When you walk in, you're in a small hallway with the kitchen on your left, a bathroom in front of you, a living room/bedroom to your right. She has at least half of her stuff, and spends most of her time at Matt's house anyway. She's even been hinting at moving in to his house sooner rather than later. She doesn't want to wait until the wedding to move in; they're basically a married couple anyway. They've been together just as long as Katherine and Elijah, Sage and Finn, and Damon and Elena, who are all married with a kid (or one on the way.)
She walked over to her mini-fridge, pulled out a bottle of beer before sitting down on her kitchen stool. She took a swing of her drink as the doorknob wiggled before opening. Matt used his key Rebekah had given him two years ago (when she moved in after graduating college,) to open the door. He seemed to have not known she was home (she hadn't texted him after her lunch, but she was going to do the same and show up at his house later.)
"Nice to be barging in on your fiancé's privacy," her voice rang across the room. He slightly jumped in surprise as he turned towards her.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were here." He smiled sheepishly.
"That's why I said you were barging in," she joked. "Breaking and entering, I'm going to have to call Damon."
"But I have a key," he played along.
She walked up to him and plucked the key out of his hand and threw it on the floor. "What key?" she asked innocently.
"Okay, miss. I'm sorry for breaking into your house. I was just coming to wait for you, but I understand I wasn't invited."
"That you weren't. What shall I tell the police to do to you?"
"While I agree I should be punished, I would much rather you punish me."
Rebekah grinned before leaning in to capture his lips with hers. Her hands cupped his face while his arms wrapped around her waist. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. As he bit her lip, he backed her into the counter and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. After a few minutes of their tongues fighting for dominance, they pulled up for air. Their foreheads leaned against each others'.
"So.." Matt started to talk while carefully rubbing circles on her thigh. "How was your lunch?"
"Huh?" Rebekah's eyes opened. "Oh! That. Right. Well, Katherine's pregnant."
"I figured. I mean, it was about time. No wonder that girl didn't get pregnant when she was sixteen."
Rebekah slapped his arm, "Hey. That's my sister-in-law."
"You don't like her very much, either," he pointed out.
"True," she acknowledged. "But I owe it to my brother to not be mean to her." Matt chuckled. Matt's laughter died down when he noticed Rebekah's face fall as she stared off into space.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he put a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
Rebekah sighed and shook her head,
"Nothing."
He raised an eyebrow. He held out his hand to help her get down from the counter. As he led her to the couch he told her, "Nothing always means something."
She flopped down on her couch, "I'm fine..." She looked up at his big blue eyes and caved, "I don't even know."
"You can tell me anything. We're going to be married soon." His eyes widened as he realized, "Are you having second thoughts? Did I do something?"
Rebekah giggled and grabbed his hands. "No, you did nothing wrong. And I can't wait to be married to you. It's just... My mum is coming back to town, and I'm not really happy. None of us are," by us she meant her and her brothers.
Matt's face fell too. "I'm sorry, that must bring back horrible memories."
She shrugged and leaned back on the couch, bring her knees up to her chest. "Not really. I don't really know how I feel about her. She's my mum, I have to love her. But she makes it so damn hard. Then there's her effort, only to have us all shoot her down and her running away again. There's also the times she brings up our father which erases all and any progress she made. I don't know. Maybe after Elijah's baby is born, and you and me are married, she'll leave again. I doubt she'll come down for when Klaus or Kol get married or have a child because they don't even talk to her. They haven't for years. Except to say how much she's a horrible person. I want to say she's not that horrible but that could just be the young girl buried deep inside of me who still needs her mother, no matter what she's done."
Matt listened to every word. He understand exactly how she felt, if he was being honest. "I understand where you're coming from. But let me just tell you one thing: just because she gave birth to you, does not mean you have to love her. Love her if you want to. Not because you need to. Family is someone who grew up with you, looked after and cared for you, did not abandon you, and loves you no matter what. Those people are your brothers. You guys stuck through fourteen years of your father's abuse. You guys made your own little family. This woman who calls herself your mother left for six years after your brother died, came back out of no where and moved all of you to America, didn't make any efforts until your sorry excuse for a dad died, then left for another six years when her efforts failed and her last child was over eighteen. She's just your mother when it's convenient for her. You don't have to love her." He sighed as he thought about his mother. "My mom was the same way. She was only my mom when it was convenient for her. Vicki and I took care of each other. When Vicki died," his voice caught in his throat as he thought about his sister. Rebekah rubbed his shoulder soothingly, silently telling him he didn't have to talk if he didn't want to. "I was left alone. She came back, but I had to send her away. She just wasn't my mother. She was just this mess who lived across the hall. I mean, she made out with my best friend. My underage best friend. I couldn't love her. I didn't want to love her. I wanted her gone, and I haven't heard from her since."
"Did you ever want to talk to her?" Rebekah's voice sounded small. "Like.. Did you ever think about reuniting with her after you kicked her out?"
Matt hesitated, "Yes.." He was telling the truth. "I wondered what would happen if I asked her to come back, because I wanted her back the next day if I'm being honest. She'd probably think I was a crazy teen who couldn't make up his freaking mind. So I didn't ask her to come back. It was hard being officially alone at first. But I had my friends; Tyler's parents were kind enough to let me stay with them until I got enough money from working at The Grill to be able to buy back my house after I graduated. My friends, and you of course.. you guys are my family. But... I really would have wanted her to have been better and come to my graduation. I sent her an invitation, but maybe she never got it. I would have thought she would have come."
"I'm sorry she didn't. It's possible it got lost in the mail, but if she did see it then it's just terrible that she didn't come. But there's also the fact that she knew how old you were, she knew what year you'd be graduating, and around what time. It couldn't have been that hard for her to find out."
"I know," he said bitterly.
"Do you think she'll come to the wedding if you ask?"
"Doubt it." Matt knew what she was doing. "Stop trying to shift the subject from you to me."
"That's not what I'm doing," she lied. He gave her a look. "Okay, fine. But we both have estranged mothers, we can help each other. It's best if we both talk."
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. He kissed her hair, "I know. And I love you, Miss. Mikaelson."
She leaned her head back and grinned, "Nuh uh, Mrs. Donovan." She kissed him quickly, "I love you, too."
...
After a hard day of chasing down criminals, Damon and Enzo started heading to The Grill to meet up with Alaric who was dealing with crazy teenagers who were tired from a weekend of partying.
"Hey, drinking buddy!" Damon grinned as he sat beside Rick. "How'd you beat us?"
Alaric sipped his drink, "I got out early." He nodded at Enzo who sat on the opposite side of Damon.
Alaric Saltzman was a history teacher at the Mystic Falls high school. He is married to the guidance counselor, Jenna Sommers. Their one year anniversary was actually coming up within a couple of weeks. He's best friends with Damon and Enzo. He's also good friends with Elena, Jeremy and all their friends. He was married to Kaelie Flemming, Elena and Katherine's birth mother's younger sister when they were in college, but she had a freak accident and died when they were twenty-four. Two years later he moved to Mystic Falls and quickly fell in love with Jenna, as well as fitting in quite well with the gang. He's known as the 'cool and hot' teacher, being only thirty-one.
"So how's the crazy kids?" Enzo joked.
"Crazy. How about the crazy juveniles?"
"Even crazier," Enzo shook his head and laughed.
"And how's the missus?" Damon asked about his aunt-in-law. If you think about it, Alaric is his adoptive-uncle-in-law. As well as his step-uncle-in-law too. Damon shook his head, it hurt his brain to think about it.
"Jenna is wonderful. And Elena?"
"Elena had an interview with the paper for her book. That girl is going far, I'm very proud of her."
"Me too. And Chris?"
"As hyper as ever."
Damon and Alaric both looked over and Enzo who just shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, I don't have a wife or kids."
"Or a girlfriend," Damon snorted. "Dude, you need to get out there."
"But Maggie-"
"That was three years ago."
"He's got a point," Alaric agreed. "You don't have to date again if you don't want to, but don't still be so hung up over Maggie."
"Have either of you been dumped? Don't answer that. But it fucking hurts."
"He cried for five days and wouldn't leave his house," Damon whispered to Alaric. He broke out laughing as Enzo glared at his friends.
"If you guys will stop laughing at me, I'll tell you that there is actually one girl who catches my eye." Damon and Alaric both raised their eyebrows. "But she's taken."
Damon rolled his eyes, "You have a British accent, girls dig that."
"Yeah, her boyfriend is also British."
Alaric snorted and Damon sighed. "Caroline, really?"
"Klaus would definitely kick your ass," Alaric chuckled.
"Shut up!"
...
"Caroline!" Elena exclaimed when she saw her best friend as she opened her front door. She reached over to hug her blonde friend. "What are you doing here?"
Caroline followed Elena through the threshold. "I need to ask you something."
Elena sat down at her table and gestured for Caroline to do the same. "Anything."
Caroline sighed as she sat down beside her friend. "Do.. Do you think I'm needy?"
"No, why are you asking that?"
"I don't know. But seriously, what is the first word that comes to your mind when you hear my name?" She raised her eyebrow.
"You're giving, smart, kind, and hilarious. Bright. Happy."
"Thanks," Caroline smiled. "But I'm not an insecure control freak?"
"Oh, you are. But we love you anyway." Caroline laughed. "What's wrong?" Elena was curious. Her friend was never like this.
"Klaus has been.. Distant lately."
"Lately?"
"Since Saturday. He came back from that lunch all depressed. Well, not depressed. And not angry. But just not happy. And this morning when I went to hug him, he pushed me away. I feel like he's mad at me. The last time I felt this bad was when things started going downhill between me and Tyler. Elena, I do not want history to repeat itself. I love Klaus, and this is killing me."
Elena reached out to touch her friend's hand. "Did he tell you what happened at the lunch?"
Caroline shook her head, "He's been silent and cooped up in his art room all weekend."
"Well, this is most likely not the reason he's upset: Katherine's pregnant-"
"Wait, what?! Katherine and Elijah are going to be parents? Why does no one tell me anything!"
"A baby, and plus Rebekah and Matt's wedding equals..." Caroline looked confused. "Esther is back in town."
"The Mikaelsons' mom?" Caroline asked. She had never met the woman, only heard things about her. From what she's heard, she's not too fond of her. The thing is: Caroline doesn't even know about Mikael. Klaus always changed the subject when she mentioned his father, never brought it up, he didn't want her pity, he didn't want her to leave, he just didn't want her to know. He was too proud of his new and improved life to bring up his dark past. "What the hell, didn't she move to like L.A?"
"I think it was Palm Springs."
"Whatever. That poor family, though. Poor dysfunctional, old-fashioned family. I mean, why is their dad's name Mikael when their last name is Mikaelson? And is Esther even a name? And Niklaus is such an old version of Nicholas. And the way Rebekah and Kol spell their name.. It's actually quite cool, but still odd-"
"Caroline."
"What? I love that family."
"You don't like Rebekah."
"She doesn't like me! Actually, she doesn't like Katherine, Sage or Bonnie either. Huh."
"Caroline," Elena got her friend's attention. "Do you know why Klaus hates his mom?" Caroline shook her head.
"No. Do you?" Elena shrugged. "How the hell do you know?"
"I don't know exactly why he hates his mom. But I think I know why he hates his dad."
"His dad? He never talks about his dad. And how would you know?"
"Elijah told Katherine, who mentioned something about how much of an abusive asshole Mikael was."
"Abusive?" Caroline's heart broke as she pictured a young Klaus getting slapped. She quickly shook the thought out of her head because she couldn't think about it.
"I shouldn't have said anything. He should tell you on his own time, whatever he needs to. But with him being distant: Just let him be alone. You know how he is. He'll come around. Let him come to you. And once he does, you need to be there for him." Elena knew how to handle this kind of situation with the times Damon had his 'moods' in the beginning of their relationship.
Caroline nodded, "Thank you Elena."
...
When Caroline walked into hers and Klaus' house, she saw him sleeping on the couch. His dark blonde hair was messed up, and his lips were curled up in his signature smirk. She smiled at the sight: he looked so child-like, so innocent (which is far from how he acts when he's awake.)
She walked over to the couch and picked up the blanket hanging on the back and put it over him. She gently caressed his face before leaning down to kiss his forehead. As she started to turn away, she felt a hand grab her wrist. She looked back down to see her boyfriend's tired, dark blue eyes staring at her with a gaze full of admiration.
"Hey sleepy head," she grinned. He sat up and moved over so she could set beside him, which she did.
"Hello love. What time is it?"
"Almost five o'clock," she chuckled at his groggy voice. "When did you fall asleep?"
"After lunch, I think. I was up all night with a painting."
"I know. You didn't come to bed last night."
Klaus noticed the hurt in Caroline's voice. He wrapped his arm around her and said, "I'm sorry. It's just I kept getting idea after idea and I had to paint it before I forgot it."
"I know, don't worry about it." She gave him a small smile.
"Well.. Would this make you feel better?" He smirked and leaned in to kiss her.
It was a two second kiss, but it still made Caroline grin. "Yes." She leaned backwards on the couch, dragging him on top of her. Their kiss resumed: starting out slow and gently but quickly resulting into a strong spark of passion, just like their relationship. It was a clash of lips, tongue, and teeth. Hair was being pulled and shirts were discarded. He moved his mouth to her neck, which made her moan in pleasure. He smiled against her silky white skin, and breathed in her scent which was strawberry shampoo and vanilla perfume. It was his favorite smell. She grabbed his face with her hands and brought his lips back to hers, as he took too long getting back to her.
"Am I interrupting something?" A voice rang across the room.
Klaus jumped away from Caroline as he flinched at the voice. He looked up and there she was.
"Mother!" he exclaimed. His voice wasn't excited, it was shocked and a little angry.
Caroline gasped and threw her hands up to cover her mouth. Great first impression, she thought.
"Niklaus." Esther stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Her hands on her hips in all her bad mother glory. She never caught him making out with a girl when he was a teenager, so why not do it when he's twenty-seven?
Klaus sat up on the couch, reached down on the floor to grab both his and Caroline's shirts. He threw Caroline her shirt, while he hastily put his on. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" He screamed as he stood up.
"I'm visiting my son," was all she said.
"And how the hell did you get in here?"
"Klaus, we don't need to yell," Caroline stood up and affectionately rubbed her boyfriend's shoulder. But she was in fact wondering how Esther even got in their house.
"The front door was unlocked."
"You can't just barge in to people's houses without their permission!" It was Caroline's turn to be outraged. "It doesn't matter if it's your son, or if the door was unlocked, it's still an invasion of privacy!" She also mentally cursed herself for not locking the door when she came in. "Wait, how do you even know where we live?"
"Now Caroline, there's no need to yell," Klaus mocked the girl standing beside him. She turned to glare at him.
"We?" Esther raised an eyebrow. "You both live here? Elijah forgot to mention that Klaus had a girlfriend, nor the fact the tramp lived with him."
Caroline felt a tug at her heart at the fact she was just called a 'tramp.'
"You can not call Caroline that," Klaus growled. "She is not a 'tramp.' She's an amazing woman, who I love with all my heart." The girl being defended smiled in gratitude.
"Oh really? How long have you even been dating?"
"Four years," they both answered.
"When did she move in?"
"A little over a year ago," Caroline answered.
"You let her move in after only three years?"
"I don't really think it's any of your business," Klaus said. "Can you get out? You're not welcome here."
"I just wanted to see how you were doing," she started to turn away. "But I will be back." Klaus and Caroline both just stared as she walked away, staying in place not daring to say anything until they heard the front door slam shut.
Caroline sunk down on the couch, her head in hands.
"Oh my god, that was so embarrassing."
Klaus just faintly nodded. He was still in shock from his so-called-mother just barging into his house and calling the love of his life names. Oh boy was his older brother going to get an earful for giving that woman his address.
"Klaus?" Caroline asked as she noticed his fists clenching and unclenching. Before either of them knew it, Klaus had picked up a glass from the table and threw it at the fireplace. "Klaus!" Caroline cried as glass shattered left and right.
"I hate her, I hate her, I hate her," he kept repeating over and over. Caroline made him sit down and embraced him in a hug. She rubbed his back and kissed his head, like a mother would a child when he scraped his knee. Caroline was just so shocked. It all happened so fast. She had never seen Klaus breakdown.. he was so helpless, so broken. He was always so headstrong. Independent. He had a happy and giddy side that she was lucky to see, and a rude and egotistical side that she knew was just a wall. She had never seen this side of him, and it broke her heart. She now hated that woman with a burning passion, that she brought out this miserable side to him.
...
"So.. I was thinking about what you said last week." Bonnie's voice rang through Kol's cellphone.
"Oh, yeah?" Kol grinned. He was laying on his black leather couch with his feet crossed on his arm rest.
"I know it seems so early in the relationship.. But you're right. I love you, it's not even funny how much I do. It's also so adorable how much Emma loves you too. I asked her about living with you and you want to know what she asked me?"
"What did she ask you?"
"She asked, 'Does this mean I get two Daddies now?'"
Kol didn't answer but his lips curled into a smile so big it hurt his face.
"Kol?"
"Oh. I'm here, sorry. Really? I'm just, wow." He coughed. He needed to keep his masculinity and still seem like the insensitive bastard he is. Bonnie laughed on the other line. "Do not tell my sister that I was speechless over a five-year old, she'd never let me live it down." Bonnie's laughter continued.
"No promises."
"So, how long do you think it'll take to move in?"
"Hmm.. I don't know, maybe a week. Half of Emma's things are at Jeremy's, and I don't have much stuff. We'll start packing tonight. But I still have to call the landlord and yada yada."
"Okay. If you need anything, let me know."
"Will do."
Before the conversation could continue, someone started knocking on Kol's door. "Oh, pizza must be here. I got to go."
"Oh my gosh. And just a fyi, once I move in, I'm cutting you off the fast food and take outs."
"You're so mean."
"I love you."
"I love you, too." He clicked end on his phone before setting it down on the coffee table. He stood up and jogged over to the front door. He reached into his back pocket to get his money, but when he opened the door it wasn't the pizza delivery guy.
It was his mother. She stood across the threshold and gave a nervous smile to her youngest son. He just stared at her, wondering what the hell she was doing here. He knew she was in town but he told Elijah that he did not want to see her. He came back to his senses and gave her a dirty look.
And slammed the door in her face.
Wow, Kol! Do you guys think he was a little too harsh or do you think Esther deserved it? And poor Klaus :( I hate when he's upset, don't you guys? So.. more to come with all the Mikaelsons seeing their mom again! And do you think Matt and Rebekah talking about Matt's mom is foreshadowing something? Hmm.. And we met Alaric this chapter! YAY! And I know he was married to Isobel, but it kind of makes no sense with the age I have him at. If Isobel had Elena (and Katherine) when she was sixteen like in the show, she would have been 41 not 31. So I made up that she had a younger sister that he married. And I put in Dalarenzo, hehe :)
P.S: During Caroline's ramble of how 'old-fashioned' the Mikaelsons are (lol though, wasn't that funny?) I just wanted to say that Mikael's name isn't Mikael Mikaelson lol it's Robert but he's one of those people who like to shorten their last name and be called by that nickname (like Noah 'Puck' Puckerman or Stiles Stilinski- we still don't know Stiles first name. God I feel horrible for just comparing Stiles and Noah to someone like Mikael. Anyway.) And they named Klaus 'Niklaus' because they 'thought they were naming him something unique' (only to end up him having a life of mispronounced names and never finding his name on a coke bottle,) and as for spelling 'Rebecca' and 'Cole' with K's, they again liked the uniqueness of it.
(By the way, I'm sorry I'm horrible at makeout scenes :p)
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Aanndddd... Have you guys seen the season six trailer? Tell me your thoughts if you have!
Until next time :)