In the end, we ended up in an empty field in the middle of nowhere, the music still ringing in our ears. We lay on the trunk of the car, a blanket beneath us for my benefit and Klaus jacket pulled over me.
"Do you want to know the cool thing about being a blood mage?"
"Besides absolute power and the ability to stay youthful for all your mortal life?"
"You've done your research," I say, impressed. "Just give me your hand."
I scoot closer, crossing my legs so we sat across from each other. I interlace our hands. I smile at at him as he gives my hands a gentle squeeze. Then I send a literal shot of pure heat through his veins.
His eyes widen as he shudders.
"We can transfer our emotions to others so they know exactly what we're feeling. Desire," I smile, "confusion, pleasure, excitement," I send another electrifying bolt through him.
"You do this to all your dates?" he ask, voice husky.
"Just ones that survive the night," I reply.
He looks up to the sky.
"It's past midnight," I confirm, "Almost dawn."
"Then time, I have not to waste," he smiles at me. He lowers me so I'm on my back, covering me with his body. Lips pressing into mine with a forcefulness that leaves me grasping for more as our bodies mold together.
I'm left gasping and dizzy from the lack of oxygen when we finally break away, his face just inches from mine.
"The night's not over," I agree, pulling him towards me with avarice.
"Your lips are blue love," Klaus sighs.
"I want to stay out a little long," I insist, looking up at the sky.
"At least come closer," he amends, unfolding his arms.
I pause for a moment. The heat from the engine that had heated up the hood of the car had dissipated long ago during our make-out session.
Klaus, sensing my hesitation stares at me with challenge in his eyes.
"A little too late to shy isn't it?" Klaus chuckles.
At least we kept out clothes on, I think.
As if he could read my mind, he laughs," I plan on changing that. Preferably soon."
I sigh, "I'm serious Klaus. What happen, that make-out session or whatever it was. It's- it can never happen."
"And what makes you so qualified to predict the future?" he as,"Last time I checked, that wasn't one of your many talents."
I shake my head, "You have no room in your life for a relationship -especially someone with my baggage- nor do I."
"I'm sure you've figured out love; I'm quite resilient." he smirks.
I roll my eyes. If only he knew he was literally flirting with his death.
"I wouldn't count on it," I reply.
He pouts, turing to look at me with seriousness, "Are you telling me that what happened back their meant nothing?"
"Not a thing," I replied, "and eyes on the road!"
He quietly turns back.
"Liar," he quips, ignoring the rest of my denials.
After five minutes of my speech, Klaus finally rolled his eyes and turned on the radio.
"You know, it you were really interested in me you'd be listening to me rant," I grumble mildly miffed.
"Every word," he agrees, turning into the french quarter.
I looked back once more, the magic of an ordinary small town fizzing as the spark of deep, ancestral magic of the witches crawled onto my skin.
"Ester's dead Klaus," Sophie insists.
"Well, one thing you'll find out about the Mikaleson's is that we're not very good with death. Always popping up everywhere," Klaus mutters, swirling his drink.
1719 sauvignon blanc. He'd found the stash Lex had stolen from Elijah's wine stocks. Klaus hadn't even realized Lex discovered the second basement under the mansion where all the vintages were stored.
Gosh, it reminded him of his own wine cellar under his house in the center of the French Quarter.
The one Marcel was currently occupying. All those spirits gone to waste with Marcel's savage taste. He may have been as good a fighter -strong and ruthless as any knight- but the subtleties had hit Marcel straight in the head and bounced right back.
After a decade under the tomes and a year more of begging, Klaus decided, I'll consider taking Marcel back under my wing.
With Caroline at his side he told himself. Lex was just a distraction and a very attractive means to an end but just a means none the less. She even said so herself. Nothing could happen between them.
"Yet here I am, trying to get rid of the girl's bloody nightmares," he sighs to himself.
"I'll give you a charm, it should help," Sophie says.
"But?" Klaus asks, sensing the hesitation in her voice.
"Lex is one of the most powerful witches I've ever met. Her power practically radiates from her in waves. If she can't keep her own nightmares at bay, I don't think I'll be able to do anything."
"We can never see our own demons," Klaus mutters. Then, speaking up, "Must you use that necklace? Use this instead."
Sophie gapps at the small dark blue stone that looked like it's own universe, "It this black opal? She must be something special."
"Just do the spell witch. I still have an army to disassemble on your behalf," Klaus snaps.
"And for your child," Sophie adds, muttering the spell.
As Klaus steps outside the back of Russo's he grabs the first person without the scent of vervain.
Which was a skinny tourist girl wearing a long, white sundress.
"Take this to the jewelers and get this set. The one with the gold chain for Mr. N. Mikaelson. Tell him to make sure the necklace is strong enough to survive wear and tear or else his head will the the next thing I stick on a chain," Klaus compels
"I will get this to the jeweler," the girl nods.
"And be careful. That's a very special stone," he adds.
The girl nods, continuing to walk with a glazed look in her eyes.
An antique, hand-crafted dagger flew out of my hand, just missing Klaus' head as he walks in the room.
My gaze was focused and intense. Before my first dagger landed in the drywall I was reaching for the next blade . Needless to say, I didn't notice him.
"Careful, I come bearing gifts," Klaus smiles, hands held up in surrender.
I automatically drop the blade. Breathing in the air that had been knocked out of me.
"Cheez-its Klaus! I could have stuck your head to that pretty wallpaper of yours," I gasps.
"Then your self-control should be commended," he nods.
I roll my eyes and turns away to grab water.
"What do you want Klaus?" I demand.
"I need you to do me the wonderful honor wearing this."
I tentatively take the velvet box. I'm breathless when I open it.
"It's my stone," I say automatically, "Black opal. It strengthens a blood mages power. Did you know?
"I just thought it would suit you. I did not think you were the kind of girl who wanted diamond earrings," he smiles.
I shake my head, "You're right. I haven't worn earrings since my mother's funeral."
His voice turns softer, "I'm sorry. But it's suppose to help you with the nighmares"
I carefully life the necklace out of the box; commenting offhandedly, "It's okay, I got over the fact you killed her a long time ago. When I-"
I was about to say when I died.
Klaus looks unhappy, "You've known all this time?"
I shrug, "Blood mage. But don't worry, I'm not holding it against you."
"That's hard to believe," he snorts.
"At first I wanted to rip you apart and dry you up like beef jerky before sending you to hell," I admit, "But I eventually channeled all that hate towards living. I wasn't going to let my quest for revenge destroy me."
"You're not weak love. We'd have had a decent fight."
"But then where would we both be?"
He suddenly changes topics,"Do you remember the conversation, the one with scramlbed eggs after I strung you up in chain?"
I snort, "Sort of hard to forget."
"I threatened torture and death to your friends but you just sighed and said you've 'heard it all'. Who's been threatening you?"
I look away, uncomfortable, shifting to busy myself with cracking eggs and mixing cake batter.
"If you're asking then you already know."
"Why did you ask me to go on a date with you that afternoon?"
"I wanted to see who you were. I knew -not consciously- but I knew that you were planning to kill me. Almost everyone is at one point or another," he chuckles bitterness filling his voice, "I've come to the conclusion that it's this bloody town."
"You and I were like two completely different people in Florida," I agree.
"When we crossed the boarder back to New Orleans, I felt you tense up. Felt that shield slide back onto you skin. No matter how much I hacked and attack, it just wouldn't break," he says.
"What if I said I only agreed so I could get a chance to kill you and escape without incurring the wrath of your siblings?" I ask.
He chuckles but his eyes harden with challenge, "I would have killed you the moment I doubted you intentions. Make no mistake, I still will."
But you already let me go once thought and I you.
The sad truth was that one of us had to die. I needed to hear Klaus say those words. Say that he would kill me. I already made a deal with the wicked witch and I couldn't give that up for anyone. Next time, I promise myself. I won't flinch.
"We can't be forgetting this," Klaus smiles, holding up the necklace, "Would you like help putting it on?"
I nod.
If any of your are interested in what the necklace looks like: . /earth/images/6_0_0_GeoGallery/specimen4091_
