7 days passed and the chapter 9 is ready as promised. It's long and hectic and things are getting tense. I just wanna thank first my loyal fans who followed this fiction from the beginning, never missed a chapter without leaving positive comments. I love you guys because it's thanks to you that this story is moving on.
She didn't know if she would survive it or not, if she would see the light again. How did she end up tied against a chair with a thick bandage over the eyes? she could taste the metallic taste of blood mixed with vervain and sweat down her throat.
Click clack click clack. The clacking of high heels was all that she heard since she had regained consciousness and it made her lose her marbles, breaking into a cold sweat at the approaching rattle coming from nowhere. A door was being slowly opened, the nerve-racking creaking of the rusty door pierced her ears and she held her breath to contain her fear. The clacking grew imminently closer then it suddenly stopped. Her heart was in her mouth.
"You look wretched" a familiar female voice rung out and it hit her like a hammer.
A few days before
Hayley's eyes fluttered open slowly, reluctantly, already missing the oblivious sleep she woke up from. It had already got darker and she wondered how long had she been sleeping. The car was in the middle of nowhere and all she could see were the leafless branches of trees, bending over the window-shield ,making it so hard for her to realize her surroundings.
Klaus' seat was empty and Hayley got confused by the moment until she heard a bang from behind. She spun her head backwards and saw Klaus pulling the baggage from the trunk. Hope was still asleep, her head slightly titled on her side and her hands rolled against her chest. Hayley got out of the car with an effort, her limbs felt numb and heavy after being stuck in a car for more than four hours. The cool breeze blew back her hair and she felt enlivened.
Klaus strolled behind her, dragging with one hand the two bags and holding Hope's hello kitty pink blanket with the other .
"It's chilly over here. We will have to march through the woods to reach the cabin so you need this to cover Hope" he handed her the blanket.
"Are we still in California Klaus?" she asked, scanning her surroundings with skeptical eyes.
"No. we're in Nevada" he replied.
Hayley's eyes traveled through the milieu sluggishly then settled on the feeble light that flickered through the bare trees from afar.
"I guess the Cabin is over there?" she pointed to the remote gleam. Klaus nodded in approval as he opened the door to get Hope out of the vehicle. But Hayley halted him.
"leave it to me" she insisted.
Freya felt her mind was about to blow when the flame licked the map laid on the table for the fourth time. It had been an hour or more that she was trying out different locator spells to determine the whereabouts of Lucien and Aurora. Unfortunately, all her attempts were doomed to failure.
They vanished as if the earth cleaved in sunder and swallowed them. That could explain a one sole method of camouflage she had grown acquainted to. The cloaking spell.
"I've just called Elijah. He was bloody scared and it made me wonder, how dangerous could that De Martel chick be? I remembered her as the infuriatingly romantic sister of Tristantrum, the loco french" Kol croaked derisively.
"Don't underestimate her. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" Freya disagreed, eyes locked on her mother's grimoire that she always resorted to whenever she felt useless.
"I couldn't reach this Camille. Though she left a message saying that she's having a moment of escape somewhere far from here and that she will probably be back in a few week" Kol informed.
"Well I can imagine she needed to get away after all she's been through. Poor cami. Indeed She'd once told me about her intention of leaving New Orleans".
"Did you drop bombshell to Klaus?" Kol mahogany eyes bore into his sister's warily.
"I can't reach neither him nor Hayley because of the signal jamming spell we made. But I can send them a letter like last time. Pass me that quill !" she demanded, pointing to the dusty desk behind him.
"We should have known that that bastard of Lucien had conjured her escape from the beginning but how? When?" Kol furiously kicked the opposite chair with his foot.
"Now that explains the reason why he was bringing those witches with him. Claiming to cooperate but in reality he was fooling us by faking allegiance. One of those witches broke the bounding spell. How? I don't know" Freya shrugged with rage.
"He thinks he's a smart ass well I'm gonna prove him the opposite because he had hastened his death by messing up with the Mikaelsons" Kol threatened angrily.
"Now that Aurora is wild free we don't know what she's up to. She's unpredictable and lunatic and so is her retribution. I'm sure she will not hurt Camille. She hurt her when stole her humanity by turning her into a vampire. Elijah is the one she dreads the most and is also the first person she would kill if she had the means". Freya narrowed her eyes after reviewing her own sentence "She is probably more dangerous than the strix"
"She doesn't have the white Oak" Kol snorted.
"We don't have it either Kol. We need to call Klaus" With a note of worry, she warned.
"Klaus are we done yet?" Hayley stomped through the forest, carrying half-sleeping daughter in her arms. The path was dark but thanks to her wolf genes she could keep on walking without having her head banged against a tree. That was one of the perks of a werewolf.
"We're almost there" Klaus finally spoke after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
The place was nothing like she had pictured in her mind. She had expected a big lake-house bordered with a big pricket white fence graced with different kinds of flowers. But the humble hut she was heading to was totally different from the past Mikaelsons' households. Klaus was right when he said she would definitely like it because she had already fallen in love with the European-like hut. It reminded her of one of those resorts people lay over in in order to enjoy a quality time with their friends after a long day of hiking. It looks warm and inviting. Not to mention how the facade opened into a big lake. This place was perfect.
"I love it" she gushed with an earnest smile. Klaus turned to meet her eyes "Glad to know that. let's move on"
He strode forwards and she followed him. They were only four meters from the hut when Klaus stopped abruptly in his tracks, causing Hayley to bump against his back. Hope's eyes flickered open because of the collision and began to fidget in her arms.
"Hey why did you stop" Hayley questioned in a rasping tone before she felt Klaus' finger on her lips.
"shhhhhhhhh " he hushed her while patting his ear with his index. He was asking her to listen and she closed her eyes to focus. A part from the perpetual sound of the crickets and the soothing howling of the wind, nothing sounded unusual. Suddenly, she heard a crick-cracks coming from the cabin, sounding like heavy footsteps that was followed by a sharp thud. There was obviously someone in the house.
Klaus took a two steps further whereas Hayley retreated back, pulling the blanket up to cover Hope entirely. He reached the threshold and poised for a few moments, his shoulder leaned against the door, slipping into an attack stance. A high-pitched laughter sounding like a chanting merl reverberated the whole house and Klaus' brows knit together. The woman behind the door was clearly having fun.
Klaus banged the door open with a one blow and his eyes popped out with shock at the sight of the half naked couple laying on the floor. Saying that they were totally dumbstruck was an understatement. The woman jumped on her feet with her hands covering her non-existing breasts while the guy was zipping his pants as fast as he could.
"Who the hell do you think you are!" the dark-haired guy barked, hiding protectively his girlfriend who was desperately trying to cover herself behind his slender chest.
"Well I'm expecting to you answer this question. What the bloody hell are you doing in my house!" Klaus roared with a detached tone. Hayley watched the awkward scene from behind, fighting the urge to laugh.
The girl ran through the corridor, she was apparently looking for something decent to wear. As for the guy, he stomped towards Klaus and croaked with what he believed an intimidating voice.
"Last time I checked my father was the owner so go take a hike man. This has always been my father's cabin who inherited by the way from his father who also received it from his father and now you came here claiming what is not yours. You don't look like a homeless so get your sweet British ass out of here before I make you..." The man didn't finish his threats when Klaus whooshed in front of him, their noses were an inch apart, and grabbed his shoulder firmly. Before the guy could protest Klaus was compelling him.
"What is your name?" Klaus ordered impassively and the guy answered with a deadpanned voice "Jamie Aragon".
"Alright Jamie. Long story short, I owned this place two hundred years ago. Your grand grand grand parents, Thomas Aragon was the housekeeper of this cabin. I asked him politely to take care of it until my comeback and I told him to make sure the next generations will fulfill the same task after his death and as much as I want to rip your spine out and feed it to the dogs I'm going to spare your life only because I need a bloody Aragon to keep this hut habitable for the next half-century. Now get your horny harlot out of here before I change my mind" Klaus menaced coldly, he grabbed the forearm of the skinny guy and threw him effortlessly into the air. The poor lad landed on his ass and doubled over in pain. His girlfriend, barely covered with a baggy shirt, dashed towards him in panic.
Hayley watched them running for the hills like a rabbit chased by a hound dog, and she burst into laughter. Klaus was however still cross by the two intruders. He threw his velvet vest on the sofa in exasperation.
As soon as she stepped into the house, Hayley threw the blanket that landed next to Klaus' vest, allowing Hope to admire the mini museum they were about to settling in, and started to survey the place with her scrutinizing eyes. The scumbag had a refined taste. Something she unfortunately couldn't deny. The lake cabin looked more sophisticated from the inside than the outside and it didn't surprise Hayley, knowing fully well how Klaus liked to decorate a house like a piece of art. She recognized his painting on the wall. Over the past two years, Hayley grew more well-acquainted with Klaus' work as it usually appeared gloomy and overdone.
She liked the traditional carpet that matched the lanterns danging over her head. The European style of the cabin from the outside contrasted beautifully the oriental touch of the decorative. And what added more warmness to this house was its smallness, it felt more homey compared to the big cold-walled mansions she lived in in the past. The hall opened into the kitchen and housed the rest of the rooms, which according to the number of the doors were only two.
Hope wiggled free from her mother's hold and zoomed around the table, enjoying the long-missed contact of the ground with her feet to the fullest. Hayley paced to the bathroom, her body itched for a warm bath to wash away all her exhaustion. Her day needed to end with a bath. It occurred to her to bathe Hope with her so she turned on her way back to the hall and zipped the suitcase open to grab new clothes.
Klaus was in the kitchen checking the content of the fridge. There was a bit of everything. Cheese ,milk, cereals, eggs and he allowed himself to thank the two strangers for providing food because given the location of the lake house, getting these necessities would be a challenging task and he was too fagged to even think about it.
"Klaus, I'm gonna take a bath with Hope" she announced.
"Make it snappy. I need to clean myself too" he snarled as he stretched his hands to check the cabinets.
As she slammed the door of the bathroom shut, Klaus took the opportunity to check out the rest of the rooms, seeing if the last owners didn't spoil his decor. He rushed to the bedroom. At first sight, every thing was the same except for minor modern touches like the radiator and the triangle-shaped wall clock above the shelf. However, he was quite disappointed with the second room. That brute of Aragon turned his classic art studio into a gym. There was a giant punch bag hung from the ceiling, an old mattress laid on the floor and a folding head-mill ranged next to a pair of ski boots. Seriously? He stormed out of the room, making his way back to the bedroom. There he fetched the cure bottle from his bag and removed his shirt afterwards. He laid topless on the bed as he started to instill the medication into the wounded flesh. With every drop, He would wince painfully at the burning sensation down his chest. This shit bit like vervain. After he added two more droplets, he placed the bottle on the bed-table.
The place was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. His eye ball slowly moved up and fell on the wall clock. It was 8 p.m sharp. Bloody hell! the day doesn't want to end. He settled himself against the stiff pillow after punching it several times, and closed his tired eyes, waiting for the cure to dry fully but shortly he drifted into a deep sleep.
Hayley was wearing one of the 500-dollar silky purple nightgowns Klaus bought to her. She stood in front of the hallway mirror, her eyes traveled up and down her entire body, scoping the finest details of the fancy sleepwear. The white laces edged the neckline, magnifying her breasts in a very flattering way. The thigh slit exposed her long toned leg as well as her curvy thigh. It looked so beautiful on her. Probably the sort of robes a honeymooner would wear to award her beloved hubby. Did he hope to see her wearing it? She felt her cheeks getting warmer by the moment at the image of him flipping through the rack of clothes to pick up the sexiest gown for her. Don't get your hopes up. Maybe he just picked a random robe without giving a whit whether you choose to wear it or burn it. A scolding voice barked in her mind. The thing is Klaus never did things haphazardly.
Hope was wearing a purple cotton robe too, implying that he made a considerable effort in purchasing the two piece of clothes. He wanted them to make a perfect match. Well thought if not adorable.
Hayley made her way to the bedroom, or what she allowed herself to call her bedroom. She opened to door and her eyes fell on a topless Klaus, sound asleep with his arms stretched on his both sides, already claiming the bed his.
9 p.m and he was already hitting the sack, how unusual. She had known him for being a night owl, lying in at three in the morning and getting up at the crack of the dawn to plot another diabolic plan for world domination. But seeing him all sleeping like a dog got her to leave the room, walking on tiptoes lest he woke up.
Asshole. She groaned inwardly. Not only did he sleep on her bed but he also occupied it entirely, not leaving them, she and her daughter, any space to lie down. Was he doing it on purpose?
Both sharing the same bed was inevitable as there was only a one bed in the house, big enough for three but given the flying eagle sleeping position Klaus made, she would have to consider the alternative of sleeping on the couch.
Suddenly her blood was boiling in her system and she dashed back into the room. Who did he think he is!
Klaus was in his seventh dream when he felt a light tickle down his throat. In an uneven rhythm, the fatherly tickles moved south and halted at the scar for a second. His senses were heightened in apprehension. The touches moved circles around the mark and traveled down to his abs, stroking the contouring of each curve sensationally. He broke in a cold sweat, his breathing got heavier and his blood was running downward. Finally, the assaulting fingers skipped the navel and settled on his manly V cut. His fist clenched in anticipation. The heat in his lower regions flared up with excitation and he felt himself becoming erect. And when he thought the tease came to an end, he felt a moist sizzling tip of a tongue rolling along the line of his abs. A fretful moan escaped his mouth and he slightly jerked his head back, guiding his hand downward until his finger slipped between an incredibly soft hair.
SLAP! His eyes flung open.
Four big green eyes were staring at him confusedly, as though he rose from the dead. As the view got clearer, he blinked not knowing what had disturbed his wet-dream and croaked "What the hell did you just do?" his palm rested on his burning cheek. Hayley was sitting on the edge of the bed with Hope on her lap, she raised a brow and hissed.
"You were snorting like a pig and mumbling "please" and "no". Who were you pleading not to steal the crown from you this time?"
"I don't snort" he disagreed with an offended look "How long have you been here?" his voice was shaking, still disturbed by the steamy dream.
"I've just came in. You were hallucination and sweating and tossing. I called twice but you didn't wake so I had to slap you" She replied casually.
Klaus ran his head through his messy locks and they were dump indeed. His eyes swam around the room and settled on Hayley's confused face. She passed him Hope and felt his arousal erupting from the pit of his stomach when her cleavage captured his gaze. Where did these boobs come from? the sleep-gown flattered her slender waist, highlighting her bosoms that were masked behind her tomboyish tops. He lowered his gaze to the thigh-slit. And what a thigh-slit. Like he imagined, her body did live up to his expectations when he spotted the nightgown in the boutique. He knew it would look on her better than the mannequin. The slit barely covered her mid-thigh and he wanted nothing more than to slip his hand between her hips. Eyeing her like a rack of lamb, Hayley felt a bit exposed and stood up abruptly.
"The bath is ready" she shrugged, clearing her throat to hide her malaise.
Klaus pecked Hope on the forehead and laid her next to him before he got up on his feet.
"This room is yours, I'll be sleeping in the room next door. Don't panic little wolf" he said in a level tone.
"I was going to leave the bed for you and Hope. Your loss" she snickered before she fell on the bed offhandedly.
Klaus leapt towards the door without glancing back. His feet carried him at a quick walking pace to the bathroom. Unconsciously, He slammed the door shut and his back collapsed against the wall. What is going on with him? why is he so smitten with the little wolf?
he ran his fingers through his locks and took a deep breathe in, trying to steady his heart beat. He was a mess and only a hot shower could help him get control of himself. He stripped up in a flash and slid into the shower, allowing his skin to enjoy the warmness of the water. He felt all the tension leaving his body as the hot water cascaded over him. His gaze dropped to the bath tube. Mere minutes before, Hayley was all naked there. The picture of a soaked little wolf laying in the tube sent a shiver to his spine. NO. He splashed his face with the water in the attempt of chasing away these dirty thoughts. Damn it. He was angry with his mind and frustrated at once.
When Klaus finished, he came out of the bathroom wrapping a towel around his waist and made his way to the gym room. There, he slipped into his pajamas after drying his hair and jumped on the mattress with all his weight.
That must be one of the longest day in his eternal life. He made out with Hayley. Oh not he wouldn't allow his mind to go there again. Let's say, unbeknownst his brother, they hugged intimately. Then his brother popped up out of the blue. Hayley drank herself into stupor and again they were about to make out. Later, the solo witch bombed the house. They decided to move out. Jamie Aragon half naked with his slut. The heavenly wet-dream. Hayley's slit-thigh. STOP.
He forced his eyes to close and drifted to sleep in moments.
A deafening silence was ruling over the compound when Elijah came in. He spun around and called out "Freya! Kol!"
"Brother" Freya's shaking voice sprung from the hallway and she stomped to him hastily.
"Freya. Are you alone" he held her hand, she was ice cold.
"Kol left a short moment ago to go after Lucien. He plotted everything Elijah. He fooled us the bastard" she gritted her teeth and breathed through flared nostrils. She was beyond pissed off.
"What did I say about not leaving the house. The white oak could be in the hands of anybody" he warned.
"We can't just stay here, arms folded while the two devils are wild free"
"Klaus made a good thing when he moved out" he mumbled, eyes riveted to the floor. His words stroke Freya as odds "who moved out?". Elijah looked up "Yes, I thought I told. Did I?".
Freya nodded in disapproval and he slapped his forehead and let a heavy sigh "Jesus Christ, I forgot" he grimaced apologetically "My fault. I need to call him now before that she-devil gets to them first"
"Well you'd better hurry up Elijah. I bet she's the one behind the witch attack" Freya said with a tone of concern.
He felt his saliva vanishing in his mouth and his tongue was dry from thirst. He woke up from his long slumber, feeling faint and extremely thirsty. Blood thirsty. When was the last time he fed straight from the vein? he couldn't remember but one thing was clear, the blood bags were clearly not delectable enough to quench his thirst. Because a strong part of him missed the thrill of the hunt which he perceived as the half of the fun.
It was 3 a.m and sleep already evaded him. He got up lazily and waddled along the hallway. But stopped at Hayley's bedroom for a moment. With his ultrasonic vampire hearing, he paused to check his two little wolves' heartbeat, seeing if they were sleeping restfully. And the corner of his lips to curved upward in a satisfied smile when he knew It was as steady and strong as he expected. He could even hear the rise and fall of their breathing. A sound his ears would never grow tired of it.
He marched into the kitchen, grabbed a blood bag and leaned against the edge of the counter. No need to turn on the light, the gigantic full-moon illuminated the entire house with all its glory, just enough to see every detail of it without his werewolf abilities.
He sucked in the bag greedily and no sooner had the blood gushed down his waiting throat, a sudden contractions gripped his stomach, causing him to choke on his own vomit. He braced his hand on the counter, fighting the wave of nausea that rolled over him but in a second, his barf was filling the kitchen floor, staining his clean shirt. Blood tasted unfamiliarly like mud, or maybe it was owing to the blood group. A+ had always been his favorite yet the other types never tasted this crappy. Last time he felt repelled by blood dated back to his human years.
He grabbed bag and began to sip slowly with caution. Again, the blood did barely reached the tip of his tongue when the coughing fits started. He spat into the sink and turned the tap on. What the hell is wrong with me? he wiped the blood off his mouth angrily and opened the cabinet to find something to drink. His whole body was rejecting blood and he couldn't contain his anger anymore.
With quick steps, he stomped furiously into the back yard, hands shaking and heart racing. He let his feet guided him down the hill until they stopped in front of the lake.
The alluring full-moon was impossibly giant, magnified by the glimmering water beneath it. He raised his eyes to admire the view and brought his hand up to his dump forehead. His body was soaked with his own sweat and it reminded of the prickly issue he was facing. How could he protect his family now that his body was rejecting blood? But how come he felt so thirsty at the same time. That made no sense.
ZZZZZZ, he felt a buzz in his pocket and picked up without checking the ID.
"What?" he spat.
"Klaus, it's me Freya" she spoke calmly.
"Oh, hello sister, How are you?" he sighed, trying to sound less raspy.
"Terrible. I'll go straight to the point. Aurora fled, we don't know how long she's been free but we know who helped her and it's no one but your first sire Lucien" she announced, forcing the words to come out "I'm so sorry Klaus"
Freya's words hit him like a wrecking ball. He felt the air being sucked from his lungs and it took him a few seconds before he gained the ability to speak.
"That sentimental wanker, he didn't learn his lesson the last time. Actually I was about to call you for a far more irritating issue" he said with a solemn tone.
"I'm all ears. What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.
"I applied the cure for the first time tonight and every thing went alright until I fed. Blood tasted like rotten eggs and my barf followed abruptly. I couldn't bring myself to drink blood because my body is rejecting it" he explained.
"You shouldn't undermine the post-effect of the cure but I still think it has to do with something else. Maybe the full-moon is giving you this hard time. Remember you're a wolf and it has a strong effect on people of your kind"
"All my life, I've never experienced such a thing. How can it be not related to the cure?" he hissed, the pitch of his voice got slightly higher.
"That's because you're sick. You lived a thousand year as an original vampire and 3 years as a hybrid but you don't know what it felt like to be solely a wolf. Maybe you were born as a wolf but you never lived as a triggered wolf"
"How about I stop the drug and see if the odd sensations continue" he suggested with a tad of hesitation.
"You will keep on the medication for the next two days. We need to skip the full-moon to see if it has nothing to do with your lack of appetite. After that, we will decide if you should stop the cure or not, you will call me until then alright?"
"Actually my appetite is strong, I'm just unable to quench it" he rectified.
"I understand. Well good night Klaus and take care of yourself" she bid.
"Good night Freya" he wished for her before he ended the conversation.
At that point, Klaus was seeing red. As though all the wrath and desolation built up inside of him were channeled to his first and erupted with a blow into the fir tree on his side, leaving a massive hole in its trunk. He was angry at himself. At his world that was falling apart. At the jeopardized future of his family and even at the giant full moon who was mockingly look down on him with all its grandeur. He needed to lash out. He needed to spill blood. He looked up into the starry sky and yelled challengingly "You think you too can bring me down. Too bad, I'm already down in dumps".
"Oh I've seen you talking to yourself before but yelling at a tree in the middle of the night. Klaus You're going absolutely bonkers"
He turned around to face Hayley who was looking at him with pure bemusement on her face. She was standing there, barefoot, wrapping herself with her see-through , knee-length black robe. The breezy wind toyed with her long brown hair, brushing the front proportion of it back. Her tan skin beamed under the moonlight, glistening like porcelain and her green iris seemed twice as bright as usual and it entrapped all his senses. She was standing in front of him like a goddess, flawless and fierce. Klaus couldn't help but admire mother nature's work of art. Seeing her like this, she was the epitome of everything beautiful he had seen in a woman, and for a short a moment, he forgot all his worries.
"I wasn't yelling" he stuttered, trying to conceal his wonderment.
"you weren't whispering either"she replied, taking two steps forwards "the kitchen is a mess, the backyard door is wide open. what is wrong?"
"Nothing, I just had a midnight ...sickness" he replied, riveting his eyes to the lake.
"Huh? I remember having this back when I was pregnant with Hope. Don't tell me you're pregnant" she mocked.
"Hayley I wanted to have a moment with myself, would you mind getting back inside because right now I'm on the verge of killing an entire village and I don't want you to witness my latest outburst" he hissed.
"And here is the time when you begin acting weird and start avoiding eye-contact with me because it's coming out slowly and you're losing it so I have to disappear but you know I'm not going anywhere" she spoke in discontentment.
"And here is the time when you should stop trying to prove yourself useful when you are the source of the problem in the first place" Klaus mimicked.
"How am I the source of the problem? who refrained from killing Aurora because of some old buried feelings you have for her? ME?" Her pitch got higher by the last word.
"Clearly you have all the answers of your questions so I don't see the point of keeping the pretense of ignorance. Tell me what else have you overheard? I was going to tell anyway"
"Yeah sure. You always tell me. It's the timing that bothers me" she rolled her eyes.
"So now people assume that I still have feeling for that Aurora, You don't bloody understand it. I wanted to punish her in a way death would sound an act of mercy. What she did to me, to Camille isn't something I can forget easily by simply cutting her head off her body. She deserves more than a stake in the heart" he spat venomously, eyes blazing with hatred.
"It doesn't matter. That bitch is already dead and she will die in my hands" Hayley replied with equal anger.
"I will gladly watch her drown in her own blood".
"So aren't you going to tell me about your "midnight sickness" Hayley questioned, eyes fixed on his.
"Needless to say, you eavesdropped the whole conversation. You know what kind of sickness I have" in a sardonic tone, Klaus croaked.
"we need to talk about it. Just tell me what do you feel exactly"
"I don't wanna talk about it"
"I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT, I need to talk. I'm trying to reach out to you through the walls you built around yourself. Don't you see it, I'm trying to help!" her breathing hitched in her throat and she felt her fist clinching.
"You don't help! you can't help! I would love to talk too but what do you want me to say huh ? that I'm scared to death because I'm incapable of protecting you and my child, that I just found out I can't digest blood and there is probably a good chance I turn into a wolf or lose another vampire faculty in the next full, if not in the next few minutes. You want me to tell you how I feel like a burden to you when I'm supposed to discard my worries and focus on how to carry all of us through this prophecy before it's too late. But now I'm nothing but the Achilles ankle of my family and I can't cope with it don't you get it? " he roared, causing Hayley to take a step back. His words shot her like arrows because it was the first time Klaus opened up about his worries and it left her completely perplexed, not knowing whether to congratulate him for his honesty or to diss him for his incredible pessimism.
"I would have listened to you if you had trusted me. But your problem is that you think you're the only one who's scared. I'm shaking too. I can't sleep at night because there is a prophecy in the corner and enemies from every where can strike at any moment. I lost my child, TWICE! I lost my husband, my pack and my home, so we're basically alike you and I" He could hear now the slight shake in her voice with every word said.
"We are not supposed to be ALIKE, you're allowed to be scared because you're a baby hybrid, a mother of a mortal tribrid. But I am KLAUS MIKAELSON! I'm not entitled to feel things like scare and anxiety. My lifetime job is to protect you" veins bulged around his eyes as he grumbled, his words full of bitterness and pain.
"It's okay to be scared, we're partly human and there is no shame in having those feelings" she said with quiet empathy. He turned his back to face the big lake, took a deep breath and announced dryly.
"I have been toying with the idea lately and after having a deep thought I came to this conclusion. Hayley you need to go back to New Orleans, I'm in no good position to keep you alive which leaves me no choice but to entrust you and Hope to Elijah. He loves my daughter as much as I love her, with Freya and Kol by your side, you'll be safe. I However will distract the enemy on my own. We will lose touch for a while but I'll try my best to stay alive"
Like a piano being drop on top of her head, his decision stroke her as odds. She was completely lost for words and it took her a moment to find the strength to speak again.
"Wow, this a harebrained idea, letting go the people who got out of their way for you because you think for some insignificant reasons that it is the best solution. You're turning your back on me and Hope because you're too coward to stay around" she said with a sad grimace as she began to walk towards him slowly.
"I'm not a coward. however hard you may try to believe it, this is a selfless decision I'm about to make. Do not mistake my cunning with cowardice" he denied, swallowing his own words hard.
"No you're a scaredy-cat who's quacking in your boots, it's okay to be afraid but you're being a dick to me, again, and against my better judgment I thought you have changed. Clearly you only think of yourself" as soon as she finished her words, Hayley's fingers were clenching his shirt collar tightly, shaking him with trembled hands. Her pulse was audible in his ears "You can't beat me in a shouting match Klaus"
"I'm trying to protect you from me you imbecile. Is it so hard for you to grasp it?" he asked with a daring tone, his hands were holding her wrist.
"I am not scared of you, I've already told you this. I would have ran for the hills ages ago if I was scared but I haven't... Yet . I'm desperately trying to create a bond with you, a partnership for the sake of our child. And every time I'm about to see eye to eye with you, every time I'm a few steps close to win you by my side, you toss me away like an infectious vermin. You owe me a lot Klaus, I lost counts of the times I stood by you. I wiped the slate clean and decided to give you a second chance. It's your turn to make it for me even if I have to force you to do it Understand" She yelled at him, failing to conceal the pain in her voice, and she found herself getting dangerously closer until they were nose to nose.
"Call me a crazy, a stalker. Till the end of the universe, I will follow you because that baby who is sleeping inside is yours too" She screamed while pointing to the cabin " You created it, you take care of it" she added, her eyes still bore into his, waiting for him to say something but instead he remained silent.
"are you listening Klaus!"
He brought her hands down with one swift move and was about to walk away when he felt a hand grabbing his arm.
"are you turning your back on me" she said in a pleading tone and he shivered. He felt his knee buckle at the unusual mildness of her voice but chose to not turn around. She, on the other hand, cursed herself for dropping her guard when she wasn't supposed to. Not in a million years did she see herself begging Klaus for company. Maybe because she reached the peak of desperation.
"Please" the word came out and the air was sucked from her lungs when a pair of implausibly soft lips crushed into hers. His hand knotted in her long bushy dark hair while extending the other to her back, holding her tight against his chest like there was no tomorrow. Before she could realize the situation , their arms and tongues intertwined with lust. Her body itched for him as much as he craved her. The full moon shone bright upon the two hybrids, transforming the lake behind them into a cape of silver pearls.
And like an indian movie, the chapter ended with a kiss. Typically unoriginal, but I wanted it to end that way. I hope you enjoyed chapter 9. I literaly poured my heart into this chapter so you owe me a lot of reviews. Don't make me wait xO
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