Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries in any shape or form. But I do own my OC.
A/N: So, here's Memory Lane. We'll have more Tonnie scenes and a lot of Nikliyah and Alijah if I have my way. Not to mention, some New Orleans flashbacks. And definitely some more extended scenes between Jenna and Aliyah, maybe finally even having that drink!
By the way, this story is officially M. Be prepared for lots and lots of sex (okay, not 'lots and lots' (maybe just 'lots'), but you know what I mean), babes.
I know it's a bit late, guys, but Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hope you guys enjoyed all your holidays!
Reviews: I'm putting the replies at the bottom of the chapter, after the A/N at the bottom, so you don't have to skip past all of that to get to the chapter.
Warnings: Sexual Content, Language, Dark Themes.
Stormdancer
Chapter 16
Memory Lane: Part I
September 10th 1864, New Orleans
"My ability to forgive you for the stunts you pull is slowly waning, Niklaus." Aliyah said, sharply, shoving past him as she strode into their room. "Your recklessness makes me wonder whether you are eager for Mikael to wrench us from yet another place we may call home."
Suddenly, she felt the wind change in the air as the door slammed. Two, strong hands grasped her arms and she was suddenly pinned against the wall, Klaus' cold, blue eyes boring into hers as his mouth twisted into an expression of utter fury and disbelief. His grip pressed into her, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her arms, almost to the point of drawing blood, but Aliyah knew that even in the depths of hatred, Niklaus would never even dream of raising a hand to her in violence.
But she chose not to shake him off, knowing that her strength was more than enough to do so. Her gaze never left his, allowing him to see the indignation and defiance mirrored in her obsidian-black eyes. His furious gaze did not falter for a second.
"Don't you dare, Aliyah." Klaus said, lowly, his voice dangerous. "You cannot say that to me of all people. I am the one who ushers us away whenever he finds us. I have done so for the past nine centuries. I resent that you would think-"
"You and Kol have done nothing but slaughter your way through New Orleans for years." Aliyah snapped, her teeth baring at him in a vicious scowl. "Imagine what sort of example you both are setting for Marcellus if all he thinks about vampires are uncivilised barbarians who play with their food! It's as if you cannot do anything in this town without the slightest bit of melodrama. Baiting the witches and dueling stupid human men when you know you will win... and drinking from those godforsaken ingénues and heiresses!"
A slow, smug smirk on his dark red lips was left on his mouth after her tirade. "Oh, tell me more about the ingénues and the heiresses, hellcat."
"Oh, don't, Nik." Aliyah hissed. "Don't try and act as if I'm the hysterical, jealous wife that you have to soothe every time she complains to you." She snarled.
Klaus grinned and dipped his head down, his lips skimming the length of her throat as her head tipped back, unwillingly. His hand slid down the side of her body to curl around the curve of her hip, pressing her back against the wall with a loud smack.
"Oh, hellcat, did my paying attention to those girls upset you?" Klaus purred, his lips trailing a line of kisses across her shoulder. "For some reason, I believe that you are not truly angry about all the blood I spill and you are truly angry at me at putting my teeth into those girls, am I not correct?"
Aliyah cursed under her breath and swung her hand in a sharp arc towards his face, but he caught it easily, pushing it back down to her side. "Let me go." She demanded.
"Never. I will never let you go." He vowed. "My jealous, little hellcat." Klaus crooned, using his grip on her wrist to pin her hands above her head against the wall. His blue eyes were so fierce that she felt her resolve against him weakening, and she sank back against the wall, allowing him to trap her against it without so much as a complaint. "Come now, wife. Don't be cross with me over something so silly. You know how much I despise when you are cross with me. And you know that they mean nothing to me." He said, reassuringly.
Aliyah pouted, tipping her head up. "But you're always so sweet with them, Niklaus." She whispered, her eyes going wide.
"Liya." Klaus chided, gently, kissing her eyelids, his voice a warning growl.
He squeezed her wrists in a scolding, but her eyes never faltered from him. His eyes left a trail of fire on her skin, blazing her insides from outside. She was aware of the sudden burning heat between them, despite her anger. Her lips parted and Klaus took that as an opportunity to swoop down and crush his mouth to hers, his hands and his mouth suddenly desperate for her.
His hands moved into her thick, dark curls, removing every single pin in a flash - much to her irritation; she had spent a great deal amount of time fixing her hair into that style, after all - and letting the long, loose curls tumble down her back. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her mouth pressed against his so fiercely as if she were frightened that he would disappear if she didn't hold him against her. They were a muddle of teeth and tongue and fangs even descended to draw blood in lustful moments and their hands skirted over each others' bodies as if they would never see each other again.
His fingers slid down her curvy body, grazing over spots which made her gasp into his mouth, until they met the hem of her dress. He rucked up the skirts of her dress, including her voluminous petticoats up to her waist, until everything was bared to his gaze, Aliyah left only in her heels and stockings. Aliyah lifted herself up, gripping onto the edge of the doorframe with extended claws, and wrapped her legs around his waist and her fingers tearing at the seam of his trousers. His mouth latched onto her neck and she whimpered when she felt his fangs scrape at the sensitive skin of her jugular. Her hands made their way into his blonde curls, ignoring the feel of the slick pomade on her fingertips, as his fangs finally sank into her neck, the sharp sting making her moan as she tipped her head back.
Droplets of her sweet blood, much like the heady taste of whiskey, fell onto his tongue, making him groan against her skin, his hands tightened on her waist. He pressed himself against her body and let his hips slot against the 'v' she made with her outstretched legs. Aliyah's stomach clenched as she felt the length of his cock press against the aching wet flesh between her thighs. His hands slid up her long, smooth legs under her rucked up skirts, to hook around her thighs and spread them even more. When he finally pushed into her more than willing body, it was with a forceful thrust that rocked the foundations of the house. She cried out, loudly, and he replied with a low groan.
Her hands scrambled to clutch onto his shoulder blades, as he began a forceful and punishing rhythm, as if he were trying to appease every single one of her fears with a convincing thrust into her tight, wet cunt. He bore into her and she rocked back and forth, her head thrown back in pleasure, as high-pitched whines left her throat, one of her hands scraping against his scalp through his blonde curls and holding him firmly against her neck, as he tasted her potent blood.
Klaus' lips curled into a smirk against her neck, his hand snaking between their bodies and underneath her ample skirts to rub at the quaking bundle of nerves between her legs, his fingers sliding against her slick, wet heat, and she could feel a tingling starting to form on every inch of her skin.
"Aliyah," Klaus began, lowly, his forehead pressed against hers as he rocked into her. "There is only you, hellcat. Only ever you. I can imagine no-one else. No one else could but us in this world, my love." He muttered, furiously, and groaned when she clenched around him, drawing him in deeper.
His hands were splayed against the wall and he pushed himself into her body, hiking her up against the stone, so that there was no space left between them. A strangled sound left her throat and a burning heat began to coil low in her stomach.
"Say you're sorry, hellcat," Klaus demanded, harshly, his nails digging into her hips, thrusting into her over and over again. "Say you'll never doubt me – this, us – ever again."
"Never." Aliyah snarled back at him, her fangs descending and the veins under her eyes rising to the surface, her eyes tinged a bloody crimson.
She knew exactly what her denial would do to him and a particularly savage, remorseless thrust came after her refusal and perceived disrespect, shards of stone falling from the ceiling with the violent nature of the motion. A scream leapt from her throat and she somehow still had the sense to wonder whether his siblings could hear them.
"Say it." Klaus ordered again, his fingers unforgiving and punishing on her skin.
One of his hands left the wall, temporarily, and he tore at the fabric of her dress with his fangs until he had ripped the bodice of her dress right off, his lips latching on quickly onto her bare breast, his teeth grazing her nipple. She was right on the edge, and they both knew every touch of his teeth and his tongue and his mouth on her skin brought her right up to that precipice over and over again, but he would not let her fall over the edge.
Not until she apologised for doubting him.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry, my love," Klaus cooed, a devilish smile curled on his red lips. "I think I will enjoy making you say you're sorry, hellcat."
Finally, Klaus' thrusts sent her so far into oblivion that she finally acquiesced to what he wanted, finally giving him her apology and her oath that she would never doubt him again. She screamed it over and over again, her fingers scrambling against the doorframe and wall for purchase, as her husband took her like the wolf he ached to be. Her unapologetic, shameless cries for him never to stop, along with her love for him, would have embarrassed a much more modest woman than her, and she held back a flinch as she remembered Elijah was currently upstairs, reluctantly listening to the score of his brother fucking the woman who used to be his wife.
Klaus' hands tightened on her hips and he thrust into her, forcefully, finally her thighs spasming around his waist. Her stomach convulsed and the searing heat deep in her cervix began to grow, her hands clutching onto Klaus' arms. She bared her fangs at him and he tipped his head to the side, exposing his jugular to her. Her eyes bled a deadly red and she hissed, lurching forwards and sinking her fangs into the sensitive skin of his throat, moaning at the sharp and invigorating taste of his blood finally sliding across her lips. She felt the telltale pinprick of his teeth biting down her neck and she held his head firmly against her, the rush and intimacy of blood sharing sending her into a whirlwind of an orgasm.
Her cunt convulsed around his cock and he smirked, proudly, against her neck as he felt her gush sweetness around him, his fingers slipping between their bodies to touch her wetness and bring it to his mouth, licking the taste of her, lewdly, off his fingers. Aliyah moaned at the sight and tightened her legs around his hips as he continued to thrust into her, searching for his own inevitable climax. She pressed her lips against his, shuddering through the remnants of her orgasm as his cock thrust into the oversensitive flesh of her cunt, her toes curling and her limbs seizing up as unimaginable pleasure engulfed her.
Klaus roared as he gave one more punishing thrust into her willing body, her muscles shuddering around him, as they pulled him in as deep as she possibly could. His muscles began to quiver, his breathing became shallow, and he shook as his climax overtook him, spilling himself deep inside of her, the taste of her blood and come on his tongue sending him right over the edge and into spirals of pleasure.
Aliyah's head smacked against the wall and she started to giggle, madly, her legs dropping, shakily, to the floor. She attempted to move and she was wracked with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she collapsed into his smug arms. Klaus lifted her up into his arms, after he divested himself of the constricting Victorian clothing. His hands fisted in the scraps of her dress and he tore it right down the middle without a care in the world, and Aliyah was much too dazed by their lovemaking to properly protest his actions. She suddenly found himself in his strong, warm arms, being carried over to the luxurious, large bed. He slipped her under the covers and joined her on the other side, his hands reaching out and pulling her into his side, his arms like vices around her body, determined to keep her as close to him as possible.
Once he was in the safety of his bed and his wife panting in his arms after their torrid lovemaking, both of them a sweaty, tangled mess of flushed, oversensitive skin, mussed hair and tingling nerves, he finally let his climax slash right through him and leave him spent with his head burrowed into the soft skin of her collarbone, good and proper. Her hands came up to thread through his hair, tugging on the blonde curls she loved so much. Even whether they hung past his shoulders, which had been his style for hundreds of years, she would spend hours twisting them in her fingers and braiding them on her own. He leaned into her touch and he could smell the scent of damask roses, jasmine and sandalwood that seemed to be a permanent imprint of her soft, flushed, honey-coloured skin, not bringing himself to comment on how many damask roses were left in the Middle East after Aliyah had boxes of her special damask rose oil, mixed with sandalwood paste and jasmine syrup.
But, all he could think about was how warm it felt to have his hellcat wife, purring in his arms, and how she was most likely the only being on this Earth that he couldn't feel empty inside around.
His heart ached when she wasn't by his side or in his arms. He has spent most of his life feeling unwanted and unloved – the curse left by his bitch of a mother and that bastard he had been forced to call Father his entire life – but he knew he could say without a doubt that Aliyah loved him unconditionally and irrevocably.
"Say it again." Klaus demanded, smirking, and winced when he felt Aliyah's nails dig into his skin to the point of drawing blood.
"Don't test me." She said, warningly, her hands tightening in his hair to the point of pain.
"So, are we ever going to talk about it?" Tyler asked, gazing at her, intently, as she paced around his bedroom.
Bonnie ran her hands through her hair, fisting in the strands. "Well, I'm trying to come up with the best way to bring this up." She explained, nervously.
"How did you do that in the woods, Bonnie?" Tyler asked, quietly. "Your hands just kinda shot out and the wolf was like tossed into the air or something."
Bonnie bit her lip and twisted her hands in each other, her fingers fidgeting. Her shoulders slumped and she crawled onto the bed, sliding forward on her hands and knees over his body so that she was straddling his hips, with her thighs on either sides of his waist. Tyler's hands made their way to curve around her hips, steadying her curled form on his lap. He looked up at her, watching her dark waves curling delicately around her smooth, pretty face, her green eyes looking down at him, almost afraid of his reaction. He felt a pang of pain in his chest seeing the terror in her eyes.
He never wanted Bonnie to be afraid of him.
"Do you remember last night at dinner?" Bonnie said, quietly. "You said that you knew I was hiding something from you, but that didn't matter to you, because you would still feel the same way about me." She whispered, running her hand through her hair.
Tyler's hands tightened on her waist. "Bonnie," He said, slowly. "That hasn't changed. You know you can tell me anything. There's nothing you can say to me that'll stop me from loving you." He said, earnestly.
Bonnie's shoulders slumped. "I'm a witch, Tyler."
Tyler blinked, having expected something completely different coming from her.
"Okay… um… well… I don't know…" Tyler stammered, sitting up but keeping Bonnie firmly on his lap. "I wasn't expecting that." He said, honestly, threading his fingers through her hair. "Um, when you say witch…" He trailed off.
Bonnie bit her lip and placed a warm hand on Tyler's cheek, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb. "It means I have magic. That's how I was able to stop that wolf from hurting Caroline. I used my magic to push it off her." She said, gently.
"Okay," Tyler shifted. "What does being a witch mean?"
"Wait," Bonnie said, hoarsely, her eyes betraying her fear. "Before I go any further, does this change…" She licked her lips and gestured to the space between them. "Well, us?"
"No." Tyler's eyes widened. His hands slid up Bonnie's slim, curvy frame to cup her face in his hands, stroking every bit of skin his fingers would find. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. "I love you, Bonnie Rabbit. You're my girl. There's nothing about this that changes the way I feel about you." He said, grimly. "You could tell me you killed a person and I'd still never let you go. Hell, I'd even help you hide the body." He joked.
Bonnie smiled, wearily, and leaned down, her back curving against the hand that was splayed across her spine. She slanted her mouth over his, her hands entwining in his thick, dark hair. His hands tightened around her waist and he pulled her closer. She whimpered, rocking in his lap as she felt a throbbing begin low in her stomach. Tyler growled as the room quickly became filled with slick, wet sounds of their lips moving, until finally he pulled away, shaking his head.
"I feel like you're distracting me." Tyler groaned. "Now all I want to do is throw you on the bed and fuck you." He hung his head, nuzzling into Bonnie's collarbone. His eyes widened. "Oh, crap, I didn't mean…" He said, hastily. "You know, I love you, right? I shouldn't have said that. I mean, I really want to make love to you."
Bonnie giggled, running her fingers through his hair. "It's fine, sugar." She said, reassuringly. "Maybe I was doing it on purpose." She said, playfully.
Tyler growled and the sound made her stomach clench in arousal. "Naughty Bonnie Rabbit." He murmured, kissing her on the lips, quickly. "So, tell me about being a witch."
Bonnie sighed. "Well, I didn't know much about it until recently. I mean, Grams was a witch and you remember how she used to say that I was one too?" Tyler nodded, fondly. "Well, it turns out she wasn't just drunk and she was actually telling the truth." She rubbed the back of her neck. "So, apparently, I'm a witch and I can do magic."
"So, your cousin, Aliyah, she was there last night too. Does that mean she's a witch too?" Tyler asked, curiously.
"No," Bonnie visibly hesitated, her eyes shifting from side to side. "She's not a witch. Um, she used to be, but she lost her magic a while ago. But, she's knows plenty, so she's been helping with it since she came to Mystic Falls. Especially since Grams died, I've needed someone to help me control it and to teach me, and she's been a real help."
"You really love her, don't you?" Tyler said, knowingly.
"Yeah." Bonnie smiled, softly, thinking of the abrupt, older vampire who had swooped into her life and taught her so much.
Tyler swallowed hard. "So, witch, huh?"
"Yeah." Bonnie said, shyly.
"So, what can you do?" Tyler asked, curiously.
"Um," Bonnie blinked. "I can do lots of stuff."
"Can you… can you show me anything?" Tyler asked, hesitantly.
Bonnie smiled, slowly. "Yeah, I can show you some things I can do." She nodded. She took a deep breath and shifted in Tyler's lap so that she had a clear view of the closed door. Her shoulders slumped and she felt her magic rear up around her. "Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." She chanted, her voice low and her eyes glowing.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, as if been pushed by some unseen force. Tyler jumped and stared at the open door with the utmost shock.
"Holy crap!" He exclaimed. He turned his wide eyes to Bonnie, who was staring at him with her teeth sunk into her lower lip, uncertainty in her gaze. "That was awesome!" He crowed.
Bonnie's face broke out into a blinding smile and she threw her arms around him, Tyler quickly wrapping his arms around her as well, his hands tightening around her waist as he practically buried himself into her.
"Thank you." Bonnie whispered into his shoulder, her hands sliding up and down his muscled back. "Thank you for understanding."
"Bon, I love you." Tyler said, sincerely. "And you're the only girl I'd ever dream of saying that too. You could be a witch or a fucking troll and that wouldn't matter to me."
Bonnie swallowed hard. "Are you sure?" She asked, quietly.
"Yes." Tyler rolled his eyes. He hesitated. "But there's something that I have to tell you." He murmured.
Bonnie frowned. "What do you mean?" She asked, carefully.
"The wolf that attacked Caroline last night, that was my Uncle Mason."
Bonnie's stomach churned and her heartbeat quickened, as the nervousness kicked in.
"Okay, so, another confession," Bonnie laughed, hesitantly. "I already knew."
Tyler started. "What?" He breathed. "But, that doesn't… I mean, how… how did you know?"
Bonnie swallowed hard. "It was Aliyah. She, uh, she doesn't have her magic anymore, but she can, um…" She rubbed the back of her neck, sheepishly. "She can sense it on him. She's run into a few werewolves over the years and she can recognise them. That's part of the reason I actually came over. I need to tell you something that Aliyah told me." She murmured.
"What is it, Bonnie Rabbit?" Tyler asked, worriedly, running his hand up and down her arm.
"The… whole werewolf thing…" Bonnie bit her lip. "Well, it's a bloodline."
Tyler frowned. "What do you mean 'bloodline'?"
"It means that…" Bonnie's shoulders slumped in defeat and dread, tears welling up in her eyes, a sudden thickness in her throat as she realised exactly what she would have to confess to in order to explain everything to Tyler. "Okay, remember how you said that I could have killed someone and it wouldn't matter to you?" She whispered. "Well, I hope you meant it."
"Bonnie, you're scaring me. Tell me what's wrong." Tyler demanded.
"There was this device, Tyler." She hitched in a sharp breath. "It was created in 1864 by my ancestor, Emily Bennett. She was a witch too. And she gave it to Johnathan Gilbert, Elena and Jeremy's ancestor. This device…" Her voice cracked. "Well, I'm going to tell you something that you're really not going to believe. And then I'm going to tell you something that'll make you hate me for the rest of your life. And then you'll walk away from me and I think I'll break." She sobbed, weakly.
Tyler's arms tightened around Bonnie's arms, holding her with a white-knuckled grip, as the love of his life broke apart, slowly, in his arms. He could feel the panic start to rise up in him, his hands stroking over every inch of exposed skin in an attempt to soothe her, as he wondered exactly what was causing Bonnie to fall apart like this.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey." Tyler said, soothingly, kissing her cheek and then her forehead. "Bonnie, please tell me what's wrong." He begged. "You know I hate it when you cry, sweet baby. I don't know what to do."
"This device, which my ancestor creates, it's a weapon, Tyler." Bonnie said, haltingly. "A weapon against vampires."
Tyler laughed, running his hands through his hair. "Bonnie, I hate to say it, but maybe you had a bit too much to drink tonight."
"Vicki didn't die of an overdose. Damon Salvatore turned her into a vampire and then killed her." Bonnie said, bluntly.
"So, wait, the Salvatore brothers are vampires?" Tyler raised an eyebrow, incredulously.
"Tanner didn't die of an animal attack, nor did any of those other people. They were all killed by vampires. You see, you know the Battle of Willow Creek?" Tyler nodded, shakily. "That was a front by the Founding Families. During the battle, all of them, including yours and Elena's family, cornered a bunch of families in the tomb under Fell's Church, and my ancestor, Emily, placed a spell on the tomb to trap them in there."
Tyler shook his head. "Bonnie, this can't be true."
"Tyler, my Grams didn't die in her sleep." Bonnie swallowed past the lump in her throat. Tyler's eyes hardened. "Her and I, we broke the spell that Emily placed on the tomb because Damon dragged Elena inside and threatened to kill her. She died from overexertion. I begged her to help me break the spell and she died for it." She whispered.
"Bonnie, I-" Tyler tightened his arms around her.
Bonnie shook her head, clearing her throat. "Anyway, Emily made this device as a weapon against vampires. The Founders' Council, they hunt vampires, Tyler." She confessed.
"Bonnie, that's impossible," Tyler protested. "My parents were on that council. I think I'd know if my mom's a vampire hunter."
Bonnie hitched in a breath. "John Gilbert and your father activated the device at the Founder's Day parade so that they would be able to round up all of the vampires that had escaped from the tomb when Grams and I brought down the barrier. But, your dad went down when the device was activated, and that's why you heard that noise when you were in the car. And it's all my fault." Her lip quivered.
Tyler growled low in his throat, shaking his head in disbelief. "Bonnie, how is that your fault?" He asked, incredulously.
"Elena asked me to deactivate the device so that Damon and Stefan would be spared. But I didn't." Bonnie confessed, her eyes searching Tyler's eyes for the sign of hatred she knew was inevitable. "I should have. But I didn't. I would have gone against everything in me if I did that. And then you and Aliyah got caught in the crossfire, and then I heard about your dad. And it's all my fault. If I had just disabled the device-"
"Wait, Aliyah?" Tyler frowned. "Why was she caught in the crossfire?"
"Remember how I said that she wasn't a witch anymore?" Tyler nodded. "Well, that's because she's a vampire. Tyler, she's not really my cousin."
"What?" Tyler snapped, feeling a pang of anger as he realised just how much Bonnie had been keeping from him. "Then, who is she?"
"She's still my family and everything I said about her still stands true." Bonnie said, quickly. "We just had to come up with a cover story about who she was to me. She's actually my ancestor. My Grams, my mom and I, we're all descended from her brother's children. When Aliyah was human, she and her mother used to live here in Mystic Falls around a thousand years ago."
"So, wait, your cousin, who's actually your aunt a gazillion times removed, is a thousand years old?"
"Yep." Bonnie chuckled, wryly. "That's the exact same reaction I had when I found out."
"So, you're an actual Founding Family and I'm not." Tyler said, dumbly, finding that was the only thing he could say.
Bonnie sighed. "Yep, that's what she tells me. Apparently, Aliyah's mother came down from the Old World back in the 10th century and settled here in Mystic Falls."
"So, wait, what were you saying about a bloodline?" Tyler asked, confused.
"The reason the device that Emily created affected your dad and you is because you're a werewolf who hasn't triggered the curse yet." Bonnie said, gently. "The Gilbert Device works on all supernatural creatures, that's why you and your dad went down. The deputies in the sheriff department poisoned your dad with vervain – that's a plan that's poison to vampires – and dragged him down to Grayson Gilbert's old office, and they set the place on fire. That's how your dad died." She whispered, looking anywhere but Tyler in the eye.
Tyler paused, staring at Bonnie with unfathomable eyes, his brow furrowed and his face devoid of any emotion. He had no idea what to think, let alone what to say. The contempt that Tyler had for his father was no secret to anyone, and no one knew that more than Bonnie, who had patched up quite a few of the wounds his father had dealt over the years – both physical and mental. But Richard Lockwood was still his father, no matter how much Tyler hated him. But he knew Bonnie, he knew Bonnie better than anyone else in the universe. Bonnie didn't have a vindictive bone in her body unless someone had deeply hurt her. And Richard Lockwood definitely measured up to that. But Bonnie would never do anything that would indirectly hurt Tyler. And from the sound of it, Bonnie had absolutely no clue that he or his father would be affected by the device when she neglected to disable it.
He knew Bonnie and he didn't doubt her feelings for him for once second. If Bonnie had known that the device would hurt him, she would have disabled it for sure.
"Bonnie," Tyler began, quietly.
"I think I'll just go." Bonnie said, quickly, making a move to slide off his lap.
Tyler pulled her back, his arms like a vice around her forearms. "Don't you dare leave me." He said, darkly.
"Stray, I-" Bonnie began to protest.
"Bonnie, it's not your fault." Tyler said, firmly. "Fuck, sweet baby, we're just kids. This shouldn't be our world." He shook his head.
Bonnie cracked a sad smile, her eyes warm with every single bit of love she felt for him. "You sound like Aliyah." She said, hoarsely, her voice brimming with emotion.
"Well, I could tell she's pretty smart." Tyler smirked.
Bonnie looked at him as if he were the strangest thing she had ever seen, which was quite surprising on its own, as she had gone head-to-head against centuries-old vampires and won. One of her best friends looked identical to a girl who had been turned into a vampire in the 15th century and another girl who had been murdered as a part of some sick curse that prevented a vampire from being a vampire-werewolf hybrid, said best friend being a key ingredient to breaking said curse. Her other best friend had been turned into a vampire by the doppelganger of her other best friend. The woman whom she was living with was a millennia-old Original vampire who had some strange rivalry with a doppelganger of her best friend over a thousand years ago. And she was a witch. So, the way she was looking at Tyler now struck her as a little odd.
"How are you okay with this?" She asked, incredulously.
"Bonnie," Tyler sighed. "You just told me that you had no idea that my dad and I would be affected by this thing that Emily created, right?" Bonnie nodded, hastily. "Exactly. I know you, Bonnie," He said, softly, his hands and his eyes gentle on her skin. "You would never do anything to hurt me, sweet baby. I know that. If you say you didn't know that we would be affected, then I believe you, Bonnie Rabbit."
"Are you sure?" She asked, quietly.
"Yes." Tyler rolled her eyes, kissing the crook of her neck, nuzzling into the scent of honey and vanilla from her skin. "Now tell me more about this 'bloodline' thing."
"Well, Aliyah told me-"
Tyler nodded. "Your aunt slash cousin, who's over a thousand years old." He said, wryly.
Bonnie looked at him, warningly, and he smiled at her, giving her such a boyish grin that she resisted the urge to do away with the heavy conversation and just spend her time with him making love with him.
"Anyway," Bonnie looked at him, sharply. "She told me that it's something that passes through a family. Aliyah was here, in Mystic Falls, in 1864. Apparently, your ancestor, George Lockwood, had a thing for Emily-"
"Big shocker, there." Tyler muttered. "I guess Lockwoods have a thing for Bennetts."
Bonnie smirked and shook her head. "Aliyah told me she could smell it on George Lockwood. And when she met your dad for the first time, she could smell it on him as well. It was different to how she felt around George, but that was because your dad – and you – you both haven't broken the curse yet."
Tyler frowned. "Is it just me or does that sound really weird?"
Bonnie shrugged. "Aliyah's a vampire. She works a lot with her sense of smell. It's stronger than a human's or a werewolf's. She says I smell like honey and vanilla." Tyler nodded, emphatically, and Bonnie hid a pleased smile. "And apparently, Caroline smells like agapanthus and oranges." She shook her head. "But wait, Tyler, you can't tell Mason about Aliyah." She said, earnestly.
Tyler frowned. "Why?"
"Tyler," Bonnie sighed. "Aliyah's my family. I can't… I can't lose her and werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies. I can't take the chance that he won't try and hurt her, even if he has no control over what he does." She licked her lips. "Please, Ty, don't tell him." She begged.
Tyler nodded his assent and pursed his lips. "So, I'm an untriggered werewolf." He laughed, harshly. "How do I trigger the curse? Why is it even called a curse?"
Bonnie pursed her lips. "Aliyah's husband… he was a werewolf." She confessed, hoping with all her heart that Aliyah wouldn't hate her for telling Tyler all of this. "She told me that it's a curse because… on a full moon, every werewolf that has triggered the curse breaks every single bone in their body to shift into a wolf, like the one that Mason transformed himself into. Apparently, it's excruciating." She whispered, almost flinching as she imagined Tyler experiencing that sort of pain.
Tyler felt his stomach churn and his hands dragged over his face. "Okay," He said, hoarsely. "So, how do I stop myself from triggering the curse?"
Bonnie bit her lip and she took a deep breath. "To break the curse, an untriggered werewolf has to kill someone." She whispered.
Tyler's eyes widened and he swore all of time stopped for him. "Bonnie," He breathed. "I can't… I wouldn't… I mean, I'm a jerk, but I don't… I wouldn't…" He stammered.
"I know," Bonnie said, earnestly. "I know, Stray. I know you, sugar. You would never do something like that." She licked her lips. "But Aliyah says that it doesn't have to be murder." She explained, grimly. "She says that all it has to be is an accident. If the death is caused directly or indirectly by you, you will have broken the curse, Ty."
Tyler leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. "Bonnie, I can't… What if I…" He trailed off, pressing his lips to every inch of skin. "I'm scared, Bonnie." He confessed.
"I know," Bonnie said, determinedly. "But I don't plan on letting you break the curse, sugar." She said, grimly. "I don't care what I have to do, but I won't let you get hurt." She said, earnestly, cupping his jaw in her small palm, her head dipping down and pressing a trail of kisses along his jawline. "I love you, Tyler. And I won't ever let anything happen to you."
"Look at you, sweet baby, my little bodyguard." Tyler said, teasingly, chucking as he held onto Bonnie as if she were the last thing keep him afloat. "You know, just yesterday I was thinking what a cliché we were, the football player and the cheerleader, but see how freaking unlikely we are, the witch and the werewolf."
"My werewolf." Bonnie declared and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Ugh, I don't even want to get up today." Caroline groaned, burrowing her face back into the pillow.
Aliyah sighed and took a seat on the bed, right beside Caroline. She patted the girl on the side, comfortingly, in a slow rhythm that almost sent Caroline back to sleep. She blinked at looked at Aliyah, pain etched on her face.
"I don't think I can get out of bed." She whispered.
"While I am not entirely against a bit of a lie-in, pretty girl, you really do need to get out of bed." Aliyah said, softly.
Caroline huffed and turned around, her head sinking back onto the pillow with a great deal of force. "I'm angry, Aliyah." She declared, looking back at Aliyah with cold, blue eyes. "At Matt. Is that bad? I mean, I was the one who made the decision to break up with him. So, I acted like a jealous bitch and he broke up with me. But…" She bit her lip. "A part of me wishes that he had just fought for me like he was supposed to." She sat up in bed, suddenly invigorated by her anger. "I mean, he's supposed to love me right? And I just got out of the freaking hospital a couple of days ago and he decides that my drama is too much for him?" She spat.
Aliyah sighed and ran her hand through her long curly hair. "I can understand that." She murmured. "I felt like that when Mikael arranged my marriage to Elijah and Niklaus kept his mouth shut. It hurt me. I felt as though he didn't have the guts to stand up to his father for the girl he claimed to be in love with." She said, honestly, remembering how her panicked eyes had shifted to Niklaus, desperately hoping that he would say something, anything, that would stop such a travesty from going forward, and being bitterly disappointed when he had decided that his desire to be loved by a man who had showed nothing but hatred for him his entire life overpowered his apparently undying love for her. "You feel as thought he should have loved you enough so as to fight for you. I do agree that it was bloody insensitive for him to break up with you within a few days of being discharged from the hospital and I agree that he is barking mad to let you go, but Caroline, darling… there is something else you do have to understand." She hesitated.
Caroline frowned up at her, her blue eyes confused. "What's that?"
"You're a vampire, pretty girl." Aliyah said, slowly. "You will live forever and you're in high school. You have all of eternity to find the bloke who is willing to fight for you." She said, soothingly. "For all you know, that may be Matt, however unworthy for my fledgling I think he might be." She declared, dramatically.
Caroline chuckled, wearily. "Hey, don't knock the guy I'm in love with." She said, teasingly.
"What can I say?" Aliyah smiled, happy that she managed to put a smile onto Caroline's face. "I just know you're destined for great things, pretty girl, and between you and me, any bloke who isn't willing to fight for you – no matter how much of a drama queen you are – is absolutely daft." She whispered, pressing her lips against Caroline's temple.
Caroline threw her arms around Aliyah, pressing her face against her collarbone. "Thanks, Lee-Lee."
Aliyah sighed, exasperatedly. "You really have to stop calling me that. What kind of big, bad Original vampire bitch would I be if I had my fledgling and my niece call me something so childish as Lee-Lee?"
Caroline shook her head, looking at her with wet, yet bright eyes. "You'd be our Aliyah." She said, sincerely.
Aliyah broke out into a beaming smile.
September 15th 1864, New Orleans
She was standing in front of the fire, her eyes focused on the flames, when there was a knock on the door.
"Come inside." Aliyah called down, grabbing the fire poker and stirring up the fire with vigour.
A vampire strode into the room and bowed, deferentially, when she turned around. Her eyes narrowed and she cocked her head, her obsidian eyes staring at the vampire with interest.
"Is there something wrong?" She raised an eyebrow.
The vampire approached, cautiously. "I have word from some of our vampires in Virginia, Miss Aliyah."
Aliyah raised an eyebrow. "Virginia?" She asked, incredulously. "Now why would anything in Virginia of all places be of interest to us all the way here in Louisiana?" She smirked.
"The girl that your husband has been searching for, Katerina Petrova." Aliyah's smile fell. "She has been sighted in a town in Virginia, Mystic Falls."
Aliyah's fists clenched at her side. "Where is this 'Mystic Falls'?" She asked, coldly, her eyes turning an unforgivable black.
"In central Virginia, Miss Aliyah. It is located in between the provinces of Lynchburg and Charlottesville." The vampire made to go on, but Aliyah held a hand up to stop him from continuing.
A small smile worked its way onto her face, her red lips beaming. "Yes, I am well aware of where it is." She chuckled at the irony.
Of course, Katerina Petrova would find her way to that place of all places in the world.
"I have a message from one of the vampires we have stationed in Amherst County. He reported that a woman, who matches the appearance of the girl in the drawing that Mister Klaus sent out into the world, arrived in Mystic Falls on September 1, under the assumed name of an orphan girl who lost her parents in the Atlanta Campfires."
Aliyah chuckled. "Yes, that does sound like Katerina. Back in 1492, she used the excuse of the fall of Granada to explain her lack of parents." She murmured, her thumb stroking the curve of her jaw.
The vampire handed her the letter he was holding and she licked her lips, reading it over. She, then, threw the letter into the fire and watched the paper burn, as it blackened and turned into ash. She turned back to the vampire, a beaming red smile painted on her face, and walked up to him, slowly, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Now, one more question, have you told anyone else about this news?" Aliyah asked, curiously, a dark look entering her eyes.
"No, Miss Aliyah," The vampire shook his head, emphatically. "I received the letter and I brought it to you, immediately." He said, nervously, fear visible on his face as she approached him.
The woman was known for her methodical and immaculate kills.
"Well, I must thank you for your diligence." Aliyah purred, sweetly, her dark red lips curving into an irresistible smile.
Her hand lashed out and her nails curled into claws, sinking through the flesh of his chest cavity. She watched the blood spill from his mouth with a sweet, twisted smile on her face and her fingers tore through his ribcage until they could fist the bloody muscle of his heart. With a quick wrench of her wrist, she yanked his heart right out of his chest and tossed the bloody, still beating muscle directly into the fire, without missing a single beat, feeling the heat of the flame quicken behind her. The vampire dropped to the ground much like a sack of potatoes, an expression of shock and horror permanently plastered on his face, and Aliyah cocked her head, her black eyes betraying not a single emotion. She, wordlessly, reached her hand up and licked the remnants of the blood off her fingers and hands, much like a cat, and walked past the desiccating corpse of the vampire, without so much as a second glance.
"Hey, Mason, got a second?" Tyler called out from the bottom of the staircase, seeing that Mason was about to walk out the front door.
"No, man, barbecue at Jenna Sommers' house." Mason waved off. "She said she wanted to meet one of her friends." He shrugged. "Guess she's trying to set me up with someone." He smirked, cockily.
Tyler threw his hands up in the air. "Come on, man, give me two minutes, alright? You can't keep dodging me. I'm freaking out over here!" He exclaimed.
Mason shrugged. "Tyler, what do you want me to say, man? Yes, I turned into a wolf. No, it's not gonna happen to you." He said, grimly.
Tyler frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "How do you know that?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Because you're not gonna trigger the curse." Mason said, slowly. "Your dad didn't know anything about any of this. Neither did I until it happened to me."
Tyler narrowed his eyes, wondering if Mason would tell him the truth if he asked. "How does it get triggered?"
Mason shook his head. "Ignorance is bliss, trust me." He said, darkly.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "You blow back into town with some supernatural family secret and you expect me not to ask questions?" He asked, incredulously.
Mason shook his head. "I can't say anything more, I'm sorry, Tyler. It's just better for you if I don't."
Tyler tensed, his lips pursing into a thin line. "You ever find that moon stone?" He asked, curiously.
Mason frowned. "Do you know where it is?" He asked, suspiciously.
"What's so special about it?" Tyler asked.
"I told you," Mason shrugged. "It was my mom's. It's sentimental. Look, just don't worry about it. Forget I even brought it up, alright? See you later." He said, before walking out the door.
Tyler frowned at his departing figure and took the moonstone out of his pocket, gazing at it, curiously.
"He's lying to you." Tyler looked up and saw Bonnie standing at the top of the staircase.
"How do you know?" Tyler asked her, curiously, motioning for her to come down the stairs.
Bonnie strode down the stairs and fell into Tyler's arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to do. "The moonstone. It's not a family heirloom. Someone gave it to your ancestors in the 1860s."
Tyler frowned. "How do you know?"
Bonnie shrugged. "Aliyah told me."
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to tell me the full story, Bonnie Rabbit?" He asked, annoyed.
"Not yet." Bonnie shook her head. Before he could open his mouth, she interrupted him. "It's not that I don't want to, but Aliyah asked me not to say anything more." She said, apologetically.
Tyler looked at her, sceptically. "Since when does my sweet baby do as she's told?" He asked, incredulously.
Bonnie shrugged. "I don't. But," Her voice softened and she looked at him, earnestly. "I owe Aliyah so much, sugar. She's like my sister, Ty. After my Grams died, she made sure that I got out of bed each day. I pushed everyone else away, but it was Aliyah that I clung to. She asked me to keep it a secret and I have to trust her. And if I tell you the truth, then it'll put you in danger too." She whispered. "And I can't have you in danger, Stray. I can't lose you too."
Tyler narrowed his eyes at her. "But it's okay for you to put yourself in danger?" He asked, incredulously.
Bonnie shook her head. "Please, Ty, just give me time." She begged, taking his hands in her much smaller, slimmer ones.
Tyler swallowed hard and nodded. "Fine, Bonnie. I trust you." He said, reassuringly. "But how do you know you can trust her?" He asked, quietly.
Bonnie smiled, sadly. "Because my magic doesn't work on her." She said, simply. Tyler looked confused. "Before she died, her mother, my ancestor, placed this… protection spell on her. No magic can hurt Aliyah. Even the Gilbert Device didn't work on her. So, that means nothing I can do to say… Damon or Stefan will work on her." She shrugged.
"And that makes you trust her?" Tyler raised an eyebrow.
Bonnie nodded. "Yep." She said, earnestly. "My magic doesn't work on her, which means she's had every single opportunity to kill me or hurt me and she hasn't. She's helped me. She's defended me. She's my friend and she's my family, like Caroline or Elena, but… more. Because she gets me in a way I didn't think possible." She shrugged. "So, she asked me not to tell you anything other than you're a werewolf, I'm a witch and vampires exist. She… doesn't want to take the chance that Damon or Stefan will come to you, thinking that you know things that she won't tell him."
Tyler frowned. "Why would they come to me?"
"Because you're a werewolf and a werewolf's bite is fatal to vampires. They're sworn enemies, Stray." Bonnie said, slowly. "But Aliyah wants you safe because I'm in love with you." She whispered. "So, she asked me not to tell you anything more." She swallowed hard. "This is big stuff. She didn't even want me involved in all of it." She said, earnestly. "We can trust Aliyah, Ty. She won't let anything happen to us." She said, confidently.
Tyler sighed. "If you say so, Bonnie Rabbit."
Bonnie nodded, emphatically. "I know so, Stray. Aliyah just wants to limit the information people can get out of us. She just wants to protect us."
She resolved to keep her and Aliyah's suspicions about Mason Lockwood's motives away from Tyler until she could be sure what Mason wanted in Mystic Falls and why he wanted the moonstone for himself. She didn't want to be the one who clued Tyler into the possible machinations of his uncle and she didn't want him to have to choose between his uncle and her.
Suddenly, she snickered and Tyler looked at her, strangely. She shook her head. "You know how he said that Jenna wants him to meet one of her friends?" Tyler nodded. "Well, Jenna's been pretty gung-ho about setting Mason and Aliyah up since he came back to town." She giggled.
Tyler grinned. "Actually, that's kinda funny." He shook his head. "So, Jenna wants to set up my uncle and your aunt… but, wait, didn't you say she's married?" He raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
Bonnie grimaced. "Yep, and from the stories she's told me, Aliyah's husband's pretty much the stereotypical jealous asshole, so Mason better watch out, because something tells me he won't be too stoked about some guy putting the moves on his wife." She grinned.
"Don't think any guy would be okay with that. Sure I wouldn't be." Tyler muttered. "But she's a vampire, right? I mean, if werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies, why would Mason go after Aliyah? And how would her husband even find out? They're divorced, right?" Tyler asked, confused. His eyes tightened. "Would he hurt her?" He asked, darkly.
He had seen on a few occasions, where his father had a bit too much a drink and had given his mother a few smacks across the face. He remembered what it felt like to be defenceless and helpless under a grown man's hand and Aliyah was his sweet baby's family and she had been nothing but welcoming to him, and you didn't hit a girl, so he would protect her from her husband if she needed him.
Bonnie snorted. "Have you seen Aliyah? She's gorgeous, but she's absolutely loyal to her husband. And they're separated, not divorced." She corrected. "Her husband's coming to Mystic Falls soon, so something tells me he'll definitely find out." She said, grimly, meaning something else entirely than Mason's potential attraction towards Aliyah. She shook her head, Tyler's last question jarring her from her thoughts. "But, no, Aliyah swears up and down that he'd never hurt her, and something tells me that while the guy may be a jackass, he really does love her." She said, reluctantly.
She had no idea what she'd do when Klaus came to town. She had to protect Aliyah from him, she knew that much at least.
Tyler sighed and wrapped his arm around Bonnie's waist, dipping his head and skimming the curve between her neck and shoulder with his nose.
"When did our lives get so freaking complicated?" He growled. "All I wanted to do was cuddle with my Bonnie Rabbit, but now I can't do that because I'm shit scared that one day I'm gonna blow a fuse and kill someone and turn into a fucking wolf every month." He spat.
Bonnie turned in his hands, her hands sliding up to cup his cheeks. "That's what I'm here for, sugar." She said, simply. "With me here, you're not gonna 'blow a fuse', 'cause I won't let you." She said, determinedly.
September 21st, 1864, New Orleans
"No, absolutely not." Klaus said, finally, turning his back on her.
Aliyah flashed forward, her fingers curling on the curve of his right shoulder, as her chin rested on his left shoulder, her long, dark curls tickling the side of his face.
"But, Nik," Aliyah lowered her voice to a croon. "I won't be gone for very long. Just a few days, at the most."
Klaus shook his head. "I do not care for the idea of you going on your own and you absolutely refuse to take one of us with you. Therefore, you are not going." He growled.
Aliyah spun him around to face her, suddenly incensed. Her hands fell to her waist and she glared at him, furiously, looking very much like the stubborn human girl that had made him fall in love with her all those centuries ago.
"I apologise, are you trying to say that you are in control of every single one of my actions?" She raised an eyebrow, her lips crossed into a threatening line, her dark eyes warning him, silently, to give her the correct answer.
Klaus sighed and ran his tongue over his lips, thoughtfully. He placed his hands on her shoulder and forced her to look at him.
"Liya, you know I would never try and dim your indomitable spirit." He said, slowly, his thumb stroking the delicate curve of her cheekbone, watching as her eyelashes fluttered across her smooth skin. Sometimes, he was amazed when he stared at his still-beautiful wife, and almost disbelieved that she was his. "But, hellcat, you know I worry about you. Over the centuries, it is not as if we have not made our fair share of enemies and if anything were to happen to you…" He trailed off, shaking his head as a bone-chilling fear started to spread in his veins.
He couldn't lose her. She was the one person in his life that grounded him, no matter what.
A low growl left Aliyah's throat. "I am an Original." She snapped. "I am just as strong as you or Elijah or Kol and I do not need a bodyguard." She said through gritted teeth.
Klaus' blue eyes turned dark with rage, his very being trembling with the force of his fury that his wife would continue her silly obstinacy even after he had voice his more than reasonable concerns.
"Enough, Aliyah." He said, coldly, his hands tightening warningly on her shoulders. "You will not leave New Orleans, wife, or-"
"Or what?" Aliyah snapped, shrugging his arms off her and spinning on her feet, making her way back to the door. "Or you will dagger me and stuff me in a coffin like Finn? Or Rebekah?" She asked, viciously, almost spitting at his feet.
Klaus growled low in his throat, a warning for her to keep her mouth shut. He swooped forwards at the speed of light so that he was in front of her in less than a second. He trapped her against the wall, and brought his hand to curve around her slim neck, thumbing her vein.
"You have such a pretty neck, my love." He began, dangerously, his voice lowered to a dark purr. "It would be a shame if I had to break it."
"Well, then," Aliyah smiled, harshly. "You'd be proving just how much of Mikael is really in you, now wouldn't you?" She said, coldly, knowing that her smile alone would bait him, if not her harsh words, and made to move past him.
She wondered when they had come to this, resigned to threatening each other with meaningless, cruel words in an attempt to draw true emotion from each other.
They couldn't be this. They had to fix what was wrong between them. She couldn't lose him and she knew he couldn't lose her.
They had to endure because she didn't think they were capable of existing without each other at their side.
Klaus' muscles locked and he bared his fangs at her, his vampire features appearing as he lost control over his emotions, his eyes flooding with a dangerous crimson and the veins under his eyes rising to the surface.
"Do not turn your back on me!" Klaus roared. "You are my wife, Aliyah, and you will honour me. If I say that you may not leave New Orleans, you will bloody well stay in this town and if you leave, hellcat, you do not wish to know what lengths I will go to keep you here."
Aliyah's shoulders slumped and she forcibly stamped down every single overwhelming urge she had in her to simply spin on her feet and sink her fangs into his throat, if only to shut his mouth. His words angered her in a way that only he was able to do in a thousand years. He was her greatest adversary and her greatest companion all in one blue-eyed, obsessive, hybrid package. But she forced herself to turn around, slowly, taking the time to compartmentalise her anger and resolving to show her annoyance towards his misogynistic attitude at a later date.
There was something else going on here and she would be damned if she was forced to stay at his side till the end of time, all because of some silly insecurity he had towards her.
She strode back towards him, her hips swaying, until she was standing right in front of him. Her face was soft, her eyes bright and a sweet, red smile curled on her lips, looking like that same, sweet Aliyah that had enthralled him over nine-hundred years ago. Her hands slid over the linen shirt he was wearing, grazing his arms.
"Niklaus," Aliyah murmured, her hands making their way up his body to curl around his neck, her thumbs slotting into the underside of his jaw. "I will only be gone a few days. I promise. And I have never broken a promise to you. Not in nine-hundred years." She said, earnestly. "You know me better than anyone, you know I would never do something as deceitful as lie to you about something like this. I am hardly one to keep it to myself if I am unhappy. Have you ever gotten the impression that I dislike the life I have with you?" She raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat hurt.
It was her curse, along with her vampirism. She could spend another nine-hundred years, being Klaus' everlasting, forever partner, never being drawn away from his side, and yet she and her love for him would forever be doubted, because she had proven herself to be unfaithful and disloyal.
There would always be a part of him that saw her as a whore who had married and fucked his brother.
He had never said as much to her before, but every now and then, she had the frustrating thought that maybe he believed as much.
Just as she would never mention her hurt that he didn't fight for her, that his fear of Mikael was stronger than his love for her. She would never mention that she had spent the initial months of her first marriage, sick to her stomach, knowing that her husband was in love with another woman and that same woman may very well be fucking the man she loved somewhere else.
She had been broken and forgotten, of no use to her husband or her lover.
But then, she remembered how his hands had stroked her skin so gently and how he had sworn to the Gods above that he had not laid a finger on Tatia and he never would, that she was the only woman who could ever capture his attention. His eyes would follow her every move even while she was his brother's wife.
Even in innocent touches, ones between a brother and sister – which were the only thing she could give him while she had been Elijah's wife – she had blazed in his arms.
Klaus sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands stroking the curves of her hips.
"No, I have never thought that you are unhappy with me, but I fear that one day you will leave me." Klaus confessed, a little irritated by his ready admission to his vulnerability. This was the last thing he wanted. He needed her with him, with his family, by his side. "Therefore, if you must attend to some affairs in Virginia of all places, I suppose… I can bear to part with you for a few days." He sighed, reluctantly. "You know how much I hate to be away from you, but if you truly think you need to go in person, you should go."
Aliyah giggled and threw her arms around her neck, pressing warm, sweet kisses to his scruffy jaw and lips, Klaus lifting her up into his arms.
"Oh, thank you, Nik!" She purred, using his nickname whenever she was particularly sweet towards him. She kissed the side of his neck. "Thank you, husband." She kissed the hollow of his throat. "Thank you, sweetling." She sprinkled kisses along his collarbone, her tongue darting out to taste his salty-sweet skin, resisting the urge to sink her fangs into his throat and feel his intoxicating blood pool in her mouth.
"I give you my word that I will be back in your arms in a few days." Her head tipped back and her lips parted. "Now, why don't you show me how much you will miss me?" She purred, her fingers trailing down his chest, seductively.
Klaus growled and flashed her over to the bed, dropping her onto the covers. She laughed at the sudden motion until his lips curved into his trademark, wolfish smile.
She shrieked when his head suddenly dove under her legion of skirts, licking at her cunt until she wailed like a siren above him.
A/N: So, we finally got some Nikliyah smut, which I am very proud I managed to hold off on. I have seriously been waiting for that scene since I first started writing the story in November.
There was a lot of Tonnie at the beginning of this chapter, and because Tyler knows all of this stuff, he'll pretty much be taking a bigger role in Season 2. Preferably Jeremy's role in later chapters. His and Bonnie's relationship will only get stronger, but he still doesn't know all the secrets she's keeping from him.
And there was heaps of Caroliyah in this chapter because I thought Aliyah would be the best person to help Caroline get through her break-up with Matt because she knows what it's like to leave the person she loves out of unselfish motives. And I also wanted to explore both Caroliyah and Bonliyah on their own to show the different dynamics Aliyah has with both of her girls. So, hopefully, you enjoyed that little insight into their relationship!
Anyway, hopefully you liked reading this chapter as much as I did writing it, so drop me a line either here or on Tumblr if you did. I'd love to know :)
See you next time, babes!
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WibblyWobblyFez: I think, out of all of Rebekah's pairings on the show, I would definitely go with Stebekah. Mainly because Mabekah and Rebel make me grimace. But that being said, I think it would be really hard to develop Stebekah until Season 4. I may even have it as a future thing, like after they leave Mystic Falls, Rebekah runs into Stefan and they rekindle their relationship. Because I think up until the middle of Season 5, I think Stefan was completely head over heels for Elena and that would be hard to change even if he did get his memories back of loving Rebekah in the 1920s. But, who knows? I think Aliyah and Stefan will have these moments of camaraderie during the story but that will probably change when Stefan starts going after Klaus. But when they have a common enemy, I'm sure they'll have moments where they agree on things. Aliyah still wants to keep Stefan alive for Rebekah, so she's not about to let him get hurt anytime soon. But I do quite like them being kinda-sorta friends because out of the love triangle, Stefan's probably the most reasonable and he definitely is willing to take Aliyah at her word when she says that she only wants to keep Elena safe. But there's still a lot between them that prevents them from actually being friends. Mainly because of Elena and the fact that Aliyah is still very loyal to Klaus, so if Stefan does come after Klaus, Aliyah will be on Klaus' side and that will cause some friction. Anyway, thank you so much for your review and I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far.
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Ryujin: Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the story!
Lesly2626: Thank you so much! I haven't quite decided Rebekah's pairing yet. I'm leaning towards Stebekah mainly because I don't really like any of her other pairings. But that being said, there is a lot of problems with getting that up and ready in the scope of the show especially with Stefan's feelings for Elena, so it might be a future thing, once they leave Mystic Falls.
Catarina Persephone: Thank you so much! You're so sweet for saying that. I try to be as unbiased towards Elena as possible but I will admit that I don't like her all that much. I just find a lot of her actions quite questionable and dodgy and a completely contradiction to the compassionate, kind girl everyone keeps saying she is, so I have Aliyah call her out on her crap, because she's not afraid of the consequences and because she really doesn't like Petrova doppelgängers. And whenever she wants to be a martyr, everyone ends up getting hurt/killed trying to save her so it ends up being a waste. Frankly, considering that everyone's died for her at least once and she hasn't died yet, it's just freaking annoying because that's not even what a martyr is. I would believe Elena as a martyr if she actually died trying to save someone's life and she hasn't done that yet. Instead, everyone else has to die for her and Aliyah hates that Bonnie and Caroline might potentially become casualties because Elena couldn't do what she was told and just stay away from the blood-drinking murderers who caused everything bad to happen in Mystic Falls in the first place. Anyway, I'm so glad you liked the story so far!
ColourfulCute: Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! I know that the Gilbert sister, Salvatore sister, Mikaelson sister, even a Forbes sister has been done. But I don't think anyone's done a relative of Bonnie's yet, which makes me really sad because I love Bonnie. I'm so glad that you're liking Aliyah's character. And the flashbacks are heaps fun to write. And you're so sweet for saying that. Hopefully, you liked this chapter just as much and you'll just have to wait a little while longer before Klaus shows up in MF.
HCookie: Thank you so much! I know it's quite a slow burn with the Nikliyah, but I wanted to have a chance to show Aliyah's character when she wasn't around Klaus because I think she will be a different person and have different reactions when Klaus is around, and how influencing Bonnie and Caroline are to her character, especially when Klaus isn't here. And it means a lot to me that you think it's intricate and developed because I really did put a lot of effort into working out the plot and the character development of each character. I know a lot of people probably look down on my (and Aliyah) hating on Elena, Stefan and Damon, but I think she would share the other Originals' distaste for the Mystic Falls gang, except for Bonnie and Caroline. Plus, she has certain personal reasons why she doesn't like them, like how Elena pretends to be such a good friend when she's actually quite a sucky one, or how Damon's raped Caroline and physically attacked Bonnie and Caroline was just supposed to get over it like it didn't happen or he wasn't the one who did it. I think she would be the kind of person to hold those grudges against them especially in defense of Bonnie and Caroline because she cares about them so much. And I'm glad I managed to get you to see Bonnie and Caroline in a different light. They're definitely my favourite characters and it does pain me when I see them getting hate for no apparent reason because they're not Elena. I know it's a very slow burn. That's why I try and make up for it with the flashbacks in each chapter, so you do get a chance to see how Aliyah is around Elijah and Klaus. I want Elijah and Klaus to show up more than anyone, I've already written plenty of scenes in later episodes with them and I really can't wait to fill them in once I get up to it, but just a little while longer till Elijah and then a just bit more after that until Klaus. Thank you so much for your review, hun! It's really nice to see people enjoying the story and to see their views on where I've taken the story so far.
Mattdombast: I agree. I think the Bennetts definitely take way too much crap from Elena. Frankly, Bonnie should've walked away from Elena years ago. It's what I would've done. Unfortunately, Tonnie is here to stay because Elijah is still very much in love with Aliyah at the moment, so I don't see a change in his pairing in the near future. Finn has his own pairing in the future, it might be Sage or it might be someone else, but I'm keeping my mouth shut on any other Original pairings. And trust me, I don't like Elena for many reasons, but Abby's death and her abandonment (while not completely Elena's fault) is definitely one of those. I blame Abby dying on Elena because she was stupid and self-absorbed enough to think that Elijah would side with her when she tried to kill him and his siblings. But I blame Abby abandoning Bonnie on Abby more than Elena. She had a chance to make different choices and choose Bonnie over some stupid loyalty to her supposed best friend and best friend's daughter, and she didn't. It's not completely Elena's fault that happened, but I do blame her for Abby's death and wanting to make Abby's death about herself. Elijah was perfect for Aliyah, but she just wanted and loved Klaus more. I think Elijah and Aliyah are pretty similar, but Klaus and Aliyah balance each other out, which I think is better in the end, because they're different enough that they appreciate each other. Plus, I think it makes for more drama and a better relationship and a stronger love if Klaus and her are different. Elijah and her being the same means that it would be a very uncomplicated and stagnant love between them – there's not really any scope for development in their relationship, they've reached the point where they can grow from each other. I don't know if I'd kill Katherine, because I quite like her character. She and Aliyah have an interesting relationship and I quite like their dynamic because she is a living reminder of all her issues and bitterness in her relationship with Elijah (more so than Elena) and I think it's important for her to have that in her life right now. But you never know if Katherine will die or not. And I have a few ideas for Elijah's endgame, but I'm keeping my mouth shut on it ;) You'll just have to wait and see!
Guest: I'm so glad you're enjoying the story, babe! As for what happens once Elijah gets daggered, I don't want to say too much in case I spoil the story, but there aren't that many daggers to work with, so we'll just have to wait and see who's unlucky enough to get daggered and by whom. I'm glad you like the Tonnie. I know it's a bit of an unconventional pairing for Bonnie, but I thought it would work in the context of the story, especially with Aliyah and Klaus kind of paralleling them at the same time. And I always enjoy a good Elena and Damon bashing session. They are definitely my least favourite characters, although Hayley and Camille are coming close nowadays. I know my updates are few and far in between but I am trying to write more now that I'm on vacation from university, so hopefully I can churn out more chapters, and thank you so much for being so patient.
mary: Thank you so much for your review! I've already chosen my pairings for the rest of the Originals and Caroline, so we'll just have to wait and see if we can get some Koroline here. I like your idea of Bonnie telling Elena exactly how she feels. Right now, she's doing that in small bursts. Here and there, she's getting a chance to finally make Elena hear about all the resentment and hurt and betrayal she's feeling towards Elena's actions in the past. I don't want to have Bonnie just completely let go of her anger, because I always got the feeling that she (like Caroline) were better at bottling things up instead of making a spectacle out of their feelings. They tend to take the blows and get right up after, so I'm playing on that for awhile. Once Bonnie fully removes herself away from Elena and her toxic friendship, she'll be less restrained with her emotions and opinions, she'll be less worried about offending Elena because she just won't care and she'll definitely be giving Elena more pieces of her mind. If she told Elena right now how much she hates Damon and Stefan for ruining everything and being the cause of everything bad happening in Mystic Falls, in my opinion, they'd be no more character development from there out. Right now, it's because Aliyah's showing her that she can, in fact, be straight with Elena and there's no prerequisite that she has to agree with everything Elena thinks, believes and does. But she's doing that in small steps because it's a major handicap to overcome, the idea that she and her feelings have always been shut down. But, don't worry, Bonnie definitely won't be letting Elena get away with a lot of things now that she has Aliyah in her corner.
LokiLova: Thank you so much! I can't wait for the Originals to show up too, but hopefully this chapter's enough to tide you over until that happens!
AshleyEvans306715: Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far and the characters as well. And the flashbacks are a personal favourite of mine, so it's good to know that the readers are liking them too. Sometimes, when I'm writing the chapters and watching the show for reference, I just kind of assume Aliyah really is in the show. Hopefully that doesn't make me sound full of myself or anything, but I reference the actual show so often that it's almost become second nature to just imagine her in the scene as I'm watching. Plus, that's really how I work out most of my dialogue with her that's already scripted by TVD. I know, I can't wait until Elijah shows up either because he really is important to the storyline and Aliyah's character as a whole and I think people are really going to like the way they interact because their entire relationship is so interesting. Hopefully the flashbacks and the promise for Elijah soon will tide you over until Klaus shows up which is definitely getting closer as we make our way through season 2. Anyway, again, thank you so much for reviewing!
kuppcake: Oh, honey, thank you so much for the review. It means a lot to me that people are still sticking it out with this story even though the updates have been very infrequent. And thanks for the show of concern. I am doing well, and I'm getting back in the writing groove which, hopefully, should mean more updates. Happy holidays!