Chapter Ten

Author's Note- I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been feeling lazy, but I feel excited to continue now. This chapter is short, but I plan on publishing another chapter very soon. Thanks for reading and for the ones who review my work, you just made my day! :)

Isabella's POV

A few days later, I was speaking a little and eating more. Elijah was only slightly more relaxed and Klaus wasn't as angry. I should've felt guilty about my behavior, but I still didn't feel much of anything at all until the funeral.

The funeral was held at the only grave yard in mystic falls Trembling Oak. What an appropriate name, I had the shakes, but shouldn't they strive for something more peaceful like Misty Forest?

A lot of people were there. Bonnie's and Elena's friends and family. For a second, I thought that I spotted a familiar black bird camping out an everlasting evergreen, but I blinked and it was gone.

There were lots and lots of flowers. I brought red roses for Bonnie, her favorite, and I brought Elena's favorite, orchids. Personally, my favorite flower was a sunflower, but there are too cheery for my taste right now.

The preacher, a balding man in his mid sixties who reminded me of a pope because he wore all white and had very little hair began started a prayer. We all bowed our heads and closed our eyes. The last part was easy because I didn't want to be here much less witness this.

"Such an abrupt, tragic loss. They were so young and loved very much by this community. We will keep them in our hearts, always. In God's name we pray, amen," he finished.

"Amen," the crowd said in unison.

After that, people went up to speak, but it was all a blur. "Isabella, do you wish to speak?" Aunt Jenna asked me, teary eyed with a wad of tissues clutched tightly in her hand.

I hadn't cried yet because I was so young.

"Sure," I got up and began to make my way down the aisle and in front of this large crowd. There were black, iron back chairs lined up in rows on either side of the aisle. Klaus sat on my right side and Elijah on my other. A row up Aunt Jenna sat between Jeremy and Alaric.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to go up there with you?" Elijah asked softly so that nobody else could overhear.

"No thanks," I said my arms and legs already shaking. I went pale as a vampire once I reached my destination and everybody had their eyes fixated on me. What was I suppose to say?

"For those of you who don't know me I'm Isabella. Elena is-was," I corrected myself swallowing a large lump in my throat. Now was when all of the emotion that I had pushed down decided to leak out of my voice. My voice came out soft, squeaky, and hoarse. Everybody knew that I was about to cry.

"Elena was my sister," I said looking towards the thriving forest surrounding the graveyard. "Bonnie was a good friend. The same bridge that took my parents away from me also took away my sister, but that's not how I want them remembered, how I want her remembered.

"She was so selfless and very maternal. She got on my nerves sometimes because when I wanted my sister I got mother Elena instead," I said making everybody laugh.

"She had to put up with a lot of crazy shit that a lot of people don't deal with. She didn't deserve to die," that's when I broke down sobbing and wailing. I had the ugly cry down pat. Why couldn't this have happened at home?

Elijah and Klaus helped guide me off the stage. I don't deserve them. Even though Klaus wanted my sister for her blood and Elijah didn't care much about whether or not my sister lived or died (don't even get me started on their sister!), they were still there for the crazy girl they barely knew with a promise of a future in her eyes and soul. They took care of me even when they didn't know me. Does that excuse them for all of the wrong they've done? No but I don't want them to leave.

Jeremy gave me a long, hug then I sat down.

Before we left, people offered us their sympathy and pity, the latter of which I hate. Some gave hugs, shook hands, and patted me on the back. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

Three o'clock in the morning, I was done grieving. Klaus laid on my right side and Elijah on my left in bed. I could tell that they were scared to leave me alone. After the funeral, I was back to my grieving mute self.

The funeral felt too final and that's when I really realized that my sister was gone. I wondered how everybody dealt with loosing a loved one because I was getting sick of this cold, shaky feeling that occurs whenever I am sad.

I needed a distraction, something to make me forget who I am for a second and what just happened.

Elijah was brushing his fingers through my hair and muttering "shhh" for some reason, but more in a comforting way, not like he wanted me to shut up. That's when I realized that I had been crying the whole time.

I should've been tired, but I wasn't.

"You can't sleep," Klaus spoke suddenly breaking the awkward and prolonged silence as he held my hand, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No," I said, my voice sounding crackly and wet. In this moment, the last thing that probably comes to mind when you look at me is the word sexy, but I didn't care.

I turned towards Klaus.

"I've never kissed you but already you have given me so much pleasure," I said making him look confused.

Elijah and Klaus shared a look.

I cupped Klaus' face as I straddled his lap and began to kiss him. I've never kissed a boy before because I never knew that it could feel like this. Probably had something to do with the person I was kissing.

But that doesn't matter. All that mattered was this damn kiss. It was as pure as heaven and as devilish as hell. I didn't know in which direction we were headed, but I knew we were coming fast.

I didn't care that I was kissing Klaus in front of his brother. I didn't care about anything because if I allowed myself to care, I would have to take the weight of my pain from loosing my sister.

Klaus didn't hesitate to kiss me back. Sometime during our make out session, he moaned hovering over my body. Elijah tried to exit the room quietly, I could practically feel his disappointment in the air, but I pulled him back to me.

"Stay," I said.

The next thing I knew, Klaus picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips, very aware of his erection. I moaned when his groin touched mine and he growled. Klaus held us standing in the room and we were still kissing. Elijah came up behind me and grabbed my butt while nibbling and biting the side of my neck.

"You have been a very, naughty girl, Isabella," he whispered in my ear then he smacked my butt.

It hurt, but then he did it a second time and I whined. I wanted more. I needed more. I broke away from my kiss with Klaus and began to take off my shirt. I wanted to feel their bare hands on my skin and more.

"Let me help you out with that, love," Klaus said and then he was ripping my clothes off my body. "Don't worry, I'll get you more."

I wasn't worried in the slightest.

Then we were kissing again before parting way too soon. I felt like crying after being broken away from such pleasure. More than I've ever felt in my life.

Then suddenly they switched. Elijah held me and began to kiss me before Klaus began to nibble me on the back of my neck.

I knew what was about to happen next and I was all in. Sure, I didn't know these guys very well, but they were my soulmates. I could get to knowing them later. Right now, I wanted them to get to know my body and me theirs.

My first time ever with the two people that I would spend the rest of my life with. Maybe even forever.