Well look at that! I finished the chapter =)
I know I said I would upload it last Sunday but it wouldn't come to me. I didn't receive any reviews on the latest chapter and I was a bit disappointed. I thought that the amount of reviews would only after the first chapter but clearly I was wrong. Do you guys still like it?

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Chapter 4: In which our teenager is being rebellious

The grass feels cold and moist under her bare feed, it is one of the most liberating feelings she knows. It is dark out and Niklaus would seriously hurt her and probably compel her to stay inside if he would find out that she escaped the house but he is gone again, taking care of things he isn't feeling fond of sharing. It doesn't really matter to Hannah, not anymore. Not after their latest fight. Sometimes all she remembers of her youth is fighting, fighting to make Niklaus respect her, fighting to get his attention, fighting to make him care.

Hannah walks up to Niklaus who is standing with his back towards her, looking out of a big window.
"I did not know you came back," the six year old says softly. Niklaus turns his head, but just a little bit to catch a look at her and then turns back to the window.
"Well, I am." He says, it sounds cold even to the young girl her ears but he doesn't means it that way. She knows that. She walks over to him, standing with her side to the window, looking up to his face as she grasps his hand.
"I missed you, I am happy your home," she voices and sees Klaus lift up an eyebrow.
"Really?" He questions.
"Of course, you're my dad." She smiles but her expression quickly changes when she sees Niklaus face shift. He squats down to her height too fast for her to follow and grabs her by her bony shoulders.
"I am not your father, Hannah." He urges, an almost desperate look on his face.
"Huh?"
"I am not your father."He shakes her a little but Hannah does not know how to react.
"What," she starts, but is too shocked to continue.
"I killed your parents," he confesses.
"No," she says, more confused than ever. What is he talking about?
"Yes, yes, I did." He presses.
"Why?" Her voice is soft and almost not hearable.
"Because your father did not keep his promise to me and your mother had to suffer for his mistake as well." Klaus explains, making eye contact with the girl in front of him, but she does not want to face him, she can feel the tears running over her cheeks.
"No, that's wrong. You don't kill people, it's bad." She denies.
"It is not. I needed to make a statement. Hannah," he tries to get her attention as she looks away and focuses on the flowers on the table that Petra –the housekeeper – must have placed there.
"I cannot let people betray me and get away with it, it would make me seem weak and I cannot have that. We cannot have that, Hannah."
"I don't believe you," she murmurs and she can see Niklaus rolling his eyes.
"No, you do not want to believe me, that is something different. Look, Hannah," he grasps her chin in between his dumb and index finger to make her look at him. "Your father did me wrong and I gave him a change do make it right but instead of taking that change he did not do what I asked of him. He made me look like a fool and therefore he had to die. He and your mother." Her lower lip trembles.
"Why did I not?"
"Because you are special." He whispers, holding her head between his hands as he thumbs away her tears, looking at her with an intense look in his eyes. Hannah swallows as she looks back into his cold green eyes, she wants to hate him for killing her parents but how could she? She doesn't even remember them and Niklaus has been her parent, her dad for as far as she was concerned.

Special, that was how he called it back then. Hannah scoffs as she let herself fall down on a bent over tree. Now she is dangerous and an enemy. She can't believe him, he actually used to care. Or maybe that was all an act but why would he have done that? Hannah just cannot figure it out, even though she has been with Niklaus for what feels like all her life and she probably knows him better than anyone, she can't help but feel that she doesn't know him at all. He surprises her with everything he does, all the time, and sometimes, when she feels like she is almost so close that she can actually touch him, he runs away and does something so impulsive and shocking that it leaves her grasping for air. She kicks at the mutt that lies beneath her, feeling frustrated and alone. She gasps as she feels her toe catching something sharp and quickly pulls up her feed for inspection. A deep cut walks from her little toe towards her upper foot, blood already gushing out.
"No, shit!" Hannah curses softly as she holds her food tightly because the pain is kicking in. "Fuck," she stretches the curse out for a while, cradling her food lightly. Ugh, Klaus will so definitely find this out; he can smell her being hurt from miles away.

Hannah is skipping through the hallways, pretending to be a princess. The new house is big enough for her to fantasize about it being her castle in which she is locked away, waiting for her prince to come save her. Save her from the dragon. Niklaus can play the dragon then. Her happy exterior falls for a moment if she thinks about him last night; he had been real angry with her and had stormed off. As he so often does. To 'cool off' and 'calm down' he always says but Hannah can't help but feel like he wants to get away from her. He had not come home last night, she knew; because she had waited for a while.
She stops skipping slowly as a thought enters her mind. She is not sure if she dares to but if Niklaus isn't home he can't catch her right? She just wants to see a glimpse of Niklaus his room, she knew how the old one looked like but this one was a mystery and Niklaus was always going on and on about how mysteries should not be left unsolved. Walking into the right hallway she feels the nerves clutching her throat but continues on, too curious now to stop. The door to what she knows is his room is standing ajar and she only has to push it slightly, just has to press against the dark wood with her fingertips, for the door to open a little bit more, showing her a ordeal that leaves her mouth hanging wide open and her eyes almost bulging out of her sockets. Niklaus and Wendy are on the bed but they are not wearing any clothes and they seem to be too busy to notice her peeking in the doorway. She sees Niklaus touching Wendy her breasts, moulding them in his hands as she moves wildly up and down above his crotch. Wendy is making loud noises while Niklaus is being quiet, looking at Wendy intensely.
"You like it?" He then asks and Hannah is shocked by his voice. It is so much lower and rawer than usual, she never heard it before. Wendy groans. "You love it," Niklaus states. "You love being filled up by my cock like this," Hannah is barely able to hear the words because of Niklaus his soft growls. She doesn't know what to do. Obviously she needs to turn away and leave quietly, Hannah does not know what is going on but it is clearly something that she is not allowed to see. Something... naughty.
"I-I," Wendy stutters, and Hannah think that is weird because Wendy normally never has problems with speaking. "I lo-love it," she manage to get out, moving faster and faster, breathing embarrassing loudly.
"I know you do," Niklaus mutters, coming up from the mattress and moving her hair from her neck. "I am going to bite you now," he then says and he moves at his – what Hannah calls – 'vampire speed' towards her throat. Hannah gasps as she sees the blood dripping from Wendy her shoulders onto her arm, chest and back. And that was the wrong thing to do. Niklaus spins his head to the door and Hannah catches his cold gaze, his fangs out and blood all around his lips. The scariest thing however, Hannah thinks are Niklaus' eyes. The normal so pretty – even though rough – green with a hint of grey orbs are now overtaken by red, veins clearly visible in his eyes and the ones underneath his eyes meander right under the skin. Hannah does the only thing that comes up in her mind, she turns and runs away as quickly as her legs can carry her. She just reaches the stairs as her stocking clad feet slip on the carpet and she loses her balance, tumbling over and falling down the stairs. Everything moves so quickly it makes her dizzy and then she feels her body making connection to a solid floor with a painful clash. She gasps and between the moving images she can see Niklaus, in his light jeans and white t-shirt, standing on top of the stairs. Then his face is in front of her, looking at her with worry in his eyes. The sudden movement frighten her and she can't stop the tears and sobs from escaping.
"Ssh, Ssh," Niklaus soothes, inspecting her. "Everything will be alright, do not worry. Hannah? Hannah!" She seems not to be able to focus and feels like she is falling again. "Drink, darling," she hears far away and she feels something warm dripping on her lips, she licks them automatically. "Here, here you go, drink sweetheart," she hears him coaching her and she sucks on something, she does not know what but the delicious fluids flow down her throat and she feels more clear already. Needing better access, she moves to sit up a little, holding the source and drinking greedily. "That's it, there you go," she hears Niklaus somewhere but he seems far away, he sounds so relieved though and she opens her eyes to see him sitting right in front of his arm outstretched, her hands clinging to it. Startled she lets go immediately, Niklaus looks at her with a curious expression. "Better?" He asks, as he removes his blood from around her mouth. Hannah nods, not feeling any pain anymore.
"Come with me," he says as he stands up and holds his hand out for her to take she does so gratefully, following her Daddy to her bedroom. Walking past Niklaus his chamber, she sees Wendy lying on the floor, not moving. Hannah smiles.

The strange thing is that often, after doing something diabolical and Hannah is as far from understanding him as she'll ever be, Niklaus wants to spend time together. He will stay at home, cook for her or take her out for dinner, take her out on little trips buy her something new and shiny. As if to make it okay, to make her once again feel that he does still care and that she should not give up on caring for him. Hannah grimaces as she feels a rush of air that bring along a pair of booths.
Before she knows it he has lifted her up and is running back home.
"I just wanted out of the house," she explains. "Just that, I swear." She cannot see his reaction because she has to close her eyes because of the sharp wind. "I was coming back in an hour or so," she adds when Niklaus rushes into the house and puts her on the kitchen counter, starting to search around for stuff to clean the wound on her feet.
"This is exactly why I do not let you out on your own." He says strictly. "You always, always," he stresses, "manage to end up hurt!"
Hannah nods, not really feeling like arguing, the reminiscing in the woods has put her in a way to sentimental mood.
"When did you come home?" She asks instead. He looks at her like the answer to that question is obvious.
"Ruth called." He then answers when she lifts a questioning eyebrow. Hannah frowns at that.
"Did you...?" She asks, even though she thinks she already knows the answer to that. Niklaus his face turns strict.
"I cannot use people who do not obey me." He snaps and bits into his wrist. Hannah looks at the blood with distaste and Klaus sighs.
"Do not pretend to not crave it; it is a wound on your feed, Hannah. You will not be able to walk tomorrow if you do not let the blood heal you." Without any further protest she pushes her lips to the wound and sucks up the blood. It tastes quite like nothing else does and it sooths her throat even though it didn't hurt in the first place. Niklaus does not let her drink for long and she feels like attacking him for a second because he takes his arm away. She knows better, though.
"What about tomorrow and who are you pretending to be, anyway?" She asks, as she studies Niklaus his face, the person in front of her grins.
"Tomorrow I am moving you into town, where I will be playing the role as local history teacher." Hannah laughs.

There you go, more flashbacks! Hannah's point of view this time, I hoped you enjoyed it!

XX LUCKY.