Arabelle's room was warded against anyone and everyone present. Even against Niklaus, Marcellus and Nadia, and that says something. Every now and then someone from family would stop by her door, but no number of knocks managed to break Arabelle from her sniffling. It's been three days since the big revelation, and two days since the youngest Mikaelson was thrown out of the Salvatore boarding house. Arabelle locked herself in her room for two days now. No one in the household was brave enough to handle the hybrid. Not even the great Original Hybrid, Niklaus Mikaelson.

But on the third day, Rebekah summoned every ounce of courage in her body and knocked on her sister's door. "Belle?"

"Go away, Bekah", Arabelle said.

The response was enough for Rebekah to know how upset Arabelle was. But bracing herself, she went on. "Dear, please let me in"

Rebekah was not sure if it could work. She knew if Niklaus couldn't get through, she surely can't. But to her shock, her sister opened the door to let her into her room. And the door closed on her heels. The next moment Arabelle threw her arms around her sister and cried her heart out.

She didn't say anything. She didn't rub her younger sister's back or head. She didn't murmur 'It will be alright'. She just let her sister cry. She knew how it feels to give someone your heart only for it to be kicked in your face. She got used to it over the centuries. But to Arabelle it was all new. She never got herself involved with any man. She never fell in love before then. Her thoughts were always clear. Wait for the one meant for her. She never did the secret dalliances her older siblings did. Maybe that was why it hurt too much.

But Rebekah refused to dwell on it. Her only mission now was to make her sister get back her iron spine once more. "Belle-"

"Why does it hurt so much, Bekah?" Arabelle asked in between sobs.

"Because you are in love, sweetheart" Rebekah said. It was apparent that her sister was beyond distressed, for she called her Bekah. Rebekah let Arabelle to her bed.

Sitting down, Arabelle said, "I hate Damon Salvatore"

Rebekah chuckled, "No, you don't"

"Yes, I do"

Damon was drinking his tenth bottle of the day and the fiftieth bottle of the last three days. He was pretty sure that he passed the point of really recognizing the taste of his favourite Bourbon.

He didn't know why he was getting drunk. Maybe he was pissed that Arabelle tried to trap him with marriage or maybe he didn't like her at all. But he knew at the bottom of his heart that he was momentarily thrilled at the possibility of having Arabelle all for himself and was even ready to marry her because he really did love her. And the other possibility that she may have only slept with him because of a stupid curse pissed him off. And let's face it. She didn't exactly declare her undying love for him.

And he knew that he fucked up. But as usual his temper got the better of him.

He felt so guilty that he was afraid to face the youngest Mikaelson Hybrid.

Hybrid. God, she was so powerful. If what she did three days ago was just a sample of her power, think of what she could do when she was angry.

Even the thought of the recipient of that migraine was enough to make him even more afraid.

But luckily, he was Damon Salvatore and he would die before he let someone know that he was afraid of a little witch.

Even if the little witch was a direct descendent of a very powerful witch.

Even if the little witch was the protégé of a very powerful Bennett witch.

Even if the little witch was the only Vampire/ Witch Hybrid in the world.

Even if the little witch could kill him with the flick of her wrist and whose Original brothers and sister could rip him into shreds.

Nope, not at all. He was not afraid at all.

Damon sighed. He's been expecting her Original Hybrid brother to come barging into his house and bite him with his werewolf fangs.

He picked up his eleventh bottle of the day and drank, waiting for the inevitable. Whatever it may be.

But luckily for Damon, Niklaus chose to drown his sorrow of seeing his little sister hurt with his mate, who was not at all thrilled to see him at her porch.

Caroline looked him up and down. "What are you doing here?" she asked with her hands crossed in the front.

"Venting" Niklaus replied with an edge. A dangerous edge, one might add.

Caroline cocked her head to her right and pursed her lips. And Niklaus was sure he was done for. "Well, sorry to break it to you, Klaus, but I am not your therapist" she said as she rolled her deep blue eyes.

"Obviously," Niklaus drawled. "But the other option is ripping the older Salvatore to pieces. And I guess you would be very upset"

Caroline growled, "What did Damon do now?"

Niklaus sighed, "I wish I could tell you. But I can't." Niklaus sat down on the sofa dejectedly. He didn't know why he came here. When he left his house, he was determined to find Damon and beat him to the pulp. But the more he thought about that, he came to one conclusion. His sister would never forgive him if something happens to the older Salvatore. This was something that Arabelle herself has to sort.

Caroline looked at the Original Hybrid with a frown. As much as she told herself that she hated him, she could never lie to herself. She was attracted to Klaus. Even though all this talk about curse and marriage and all things, it's still weird to acknowledge it. She told herself she would figure it out. She still has time. Three moons was more than enough time for her.

As much as she tried to resist, the way Klaus looked, so sad and vulnerable, made her heart twist. She tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder. Klaus leaned into her, his forehead on her chest. She embraced him in return.

One thing led to another, and the next they knew they were kissing like their very life depend on it.

Author Note:

My dear readers, I know most of you are very upset with me because of the lack of updates. I am really sorry about that. Due to some personal problems I couldn't update often. But from now on there will be regular updates.

And I hope you liked this chapter. Again please leave some reviews.

Until Next Time.

Love,

Prithvika