Hey guys. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. Just a warning before you begin the chapter. Klaus and Dana have little "love" scene going on at the beginning.
It was one of those times I giggled and I hardly ever giggled. But I needed Klaus to get his mind off of Rebekah before he does something rash. Like dagger her when she could be an asset of some kind.
Klaus was kissing my thighs all the way up my stomach and my neck before he placed a kiss on my lips. I flipped Klaus over so that I was on top of him now. "Is this your way of distracting me Love, before I go talk to Rebekah?"
"You're not going to talk Rebekah," I say as rip off his shirt. "At least, until tomorrow anyways."
Klaus flips me over and rips my panties. "Hey!" I glare at him. "I liked those." Klaus smirks and rubs my thigh before unclipping my bra. I can see the lust in his eyes.
"I'll buy you a new set of undergarments after I figure out a way to defeat Marcellus."
"Let's not think about that mini-Klaus right now," I tell him. "Think about the mini-Klaus between your legs at the moment."
He licks his lips before sucking on my neck. I moan from the intensity. "I really want to bite you Love but I know I can't." He sucks harder but lets go before he bites me leaving a hickey in his place.
"Do you love me," I ask him in the heat of the moment as he takes his pants off.
He stops and looks at me before throwing them off and the ground on the side of the bed. He climbs on top and me, looks deeply into my eyes and then pecks my lips multiple times. After a while he passionately kisses and squeezes my bum. "I will love you Darling until the day I die." He kisses my cheek. "I love the way you blush only around me." I kisses my chest right above my heart. "I love the way your heart flutters when you look at me." He kisses my stomach. "I love the way you get butterflies when you're near me." He spreads my legs apart and kisses in between and I moan. "I love how wet you get for me Love."
"Let's have some fun."
Well you all know what happened in between there. Klaus and I laid there panting. I rolled over and laid myself on Klaus' chest. He kisses my forehead. It's funny. We're so near and dear towards each other. Loving, caring, devoted. But to others and even our own siblings, it's like we're some sort of evil.
"I want you to sleep Love." Klaus pulls the duvet over our naked bodies.
"I'm not that tired." I look towards the window and see that it's nightfall. "Tell about Marcel."
Klaus laid quietly and did not even look at me. He stared at the ceiling and for a few seconds we stayed in silence. It was almost peaceful.
"He was my son once upon a time," he says quietly.
"I already know that," I tell him. "Tell me more."
"I thought my father killed him." I get off of him and lay on my side. "Could we talk about this another time love? I feel as though we should head to bed."
"Of course Klaus." I turn the opposite way with my back facing him.
"Goodnight Love."
Klaus may not have wanted to give me any information but I didn't need him get it. It you want information, you go straight to the source.
I look inside the bar and see Marcel on texting on his phone. I walk into Rousseau's and sit down on the opposite side of the table. Marcel looks at me in confusion. "Can I help you with something," He asks me.
"Yes actually," I tell Marcel. He looks around the place. The place was lively even though it was day time. But I guess it was just a bunch of humans as well as his 'inner circle'. "But first, why don't we have a drink?"
"Sophie," Marcel calls out to the Devereaux witch bitch and she comes over.
"What do you want Marcel," she spats.
"Oh don't be like that," he says with a smirk. "I just want to order a couple of drinks for me and my new friend..." He pauses not knowing my name. "Dana," I say.
"Yeah Dana. I want a Jack and Coke and get my lovely friend here a-"
"I'd like a Bourbon," I tell her cutting off Marcel.
"You sure," Marcel questions. "That's not a very womanly drink."
"And it's not a very manly thing to do when you question a woman about what she drinks."
The witch bitch comes back with our drinks and I take a sip. "It seems we didn't properly meet when I first got here. My name's Dana."
"Marcel," He says taking gulp. "Now," he slams his drink on the table, "What do you want?"
"Me and Klaus are friends. I'm Klaus' only friend and I know everything about everybody he's been close to...well, everybody except you. I mean, he talked about you being dead dead but here you are alive."
He smirks at me. "He thought I was dead dead."
I lean in to the table towards him. "You really are a mini Klaus. You've got his smirk, his posture, his personality. You've even got that look in your eye that he gets when he wants to use someone to get rid of someone else. You get people to do you dirty work and spy on others."
Sophie comes back and ask us if we need anything else. To which Marcel dismisses her, to which glares nods and then walks away.
"You're also not good at hiding the fact that you've probably got another witch behind the scenes that's letting you be in control of the other witches in town." I lean back, grab my cup of bourbon and take a big gulp. "But you know that's all an assumption. I'm just here to know the real Marcellus that Klaus hasn't told me one thing about."
Marcel glares at me as he takes a sip of his Jack and Coke. "Why should I tell you anything."
"Because whether you like it or not, I'm here and I'm staying and if you even think about kill me you may die," I tell him. "There's also the fact that I'm giving you a chance for us to become friends and get to know each other. Bond a little bit." I smirk at him. "God only knows what you could do with the power of friendship."
"Does Klaus know you're here?"
"Klaus knows what Klaus wants to know. Klaus knows what I let him know and vise-versa."
Marcel smirks at me and puts down his drink. "I guess today you would say that I'm his adopted son."
"Okay I know that. Is there not anymore information after that. Like when do he adopt you? When do you become a vampire? Why did he think you were dead? Are you from New Orleans or where you born in Britain and raised in America but a British speaking American blondish, redheaded, strawberry blonde headed man?"
"Tell you what," Marcel says. "I'm throwing a festival tomorrow night. You should come and bring close."
"Will I get any answers?"
"Maybe."
"I don't go off of maybes. I also know that if I don't get any answers about who you are or what your plans may be, all hell will break lose. I don't care what Klaus says, I will kill you."
"You're a very spontaneous woman."
"Why thank you," I tell him. I gulp down the last of my bourbon. "By the way, if my assumptions about you are true, let it be known that I do fight with fire and I'm never the one to get burned."
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