Chapter Eleven

Authors note- I do not own the vampire diaries, wish I did :( lol. Anyways I hope you like this next chapter, but if you don't that's fine as long as you let me know what I could've done differently. It doesn't matter how long the reviews are. One word, two, or two hundred...they all make my day or help me consider what I could do differently. Remember to fav and follow if you want more and thanks for reading!

BTW, I noticed that in one of the chapters spell check kept changing "Jenna" to "Jessa." So sorry about that.

Isabella's POV

Two weeks after Elena's funeral, I graduated from high school.

Saying goodbye to my friends like Ian was hard, but I'd managed. I'd survived worse. My parents death...my uh um sister's death too. Her death still leaves me speechless at times.

The more recent it is, the harder it is to deal with. You want a solution when there isn't one. You don't want to think, but you want to remember and forget. Conflicted, confusing feels that suck you dry. You want to hide, stop thinking. You seek comfort in those who are stronger than you. You cry.

But would you agree to pack up all of you things and move to New Orleans with two strangers? Probably not.

But what if they are your soulmates?

Still not smart, I get it, but Elijah's and Klaus' reasons for moving to New Orleans makes sense. They just founds out that one of their friends, Marcel who they assumed was dead was actually alive. They had a lot of questions that needed answers and what was keeping me here?

Besides it felt like there was something pulling me to New Orleans. Like we're two magnets that attract each other. New Orleans and I.

Maybe I am delusional after loosing my family.

But I still have Jeremy and something in my heart cracked and froze over when I hugged him one last time before saying good bye as Elijah and Klaus loaded all of our things into their car with grim expressions on their faces.

My pale ass brother who looked like he had never spent a second in the sun even though he was more of an outdoors person than I was. He was loyal and very protective of his friends and family. I know that I will miss him very much.

"I can't believe you are leaving with them," Jeremy said pulling away with a half disgusted yet understanding look on his face.

"You can come with us," I said even though I knew he couldn't. Even besides school, he blamed them for our older sister's death.

"I couldn't. Their sister killed Elena and Bonnie," he exclaimed taking several steps away from me and towards the house.

Guilt made my stomach ache, but I knew that it wasn't Klaus' or Elijah's fault no matter that Jeremy believed. Sure, I was angry with them, but at the same time I never wanted to spend any length of time away from them. The soul mate bond.

Maybe if I moved to New Orleans with them, a place they seemed very fond of, I could learn more about them. The two people I was starting to fall in love with. Two people I had given my body to.

Also I had to get away from Mystic Falls and all of the tragedy that surrounded the place or at least in my mind at the moment.

"Bye, brother," I said.

My response was the slam of the door.

I choked on my tears. I had lost both of my siblings. One to death and the other to betrayal.

A part of me felt like I was dying and all alone.

Klaus stormed up to the door muttering curses under his breath that I couldn't hear. He wanted to confront Jeremy. I should stop him, but I was stuck in my thoughts, my head. Klaus placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder before he disappeared inside of the house leaving me outside with Elijah.

The yard needed to be mowed, but the house stood as grand, elegant, and strong as ever. A white styled colonial with Greek columns. A long, wide wrap around porch that my mother had once adored. Jeremy's bedroom window that he liked to use to sneak out of when our parents had grounded him. The window seat my sister had sat on to write in her diary. Aunt Jenna gazed out one of those windows at me disapprovingly. Neither her or Alaric took the news too well, but I would be eighteen in a couple of weeks. Sure, they could call the police, but after everything that has happened from now on we want to keep the family drama down to a minimum.

Shouting erupted in the house. Sounded like Jeremy and Klaus. I began to shake wrapping my arms around my chest. I hated how weak I had become, but Klaus and Elijah made it better.

"Get your hands off of me!" Jeremy yelled causing me to rush towards the house. Elijah stopped me.

"I'll go talk to Niklaus," he said then he too was gone.

"Be nice to your sister! She loves you and you don't deserve her!" Klaus yelled back. I rolled my eyes and giggled. Klaus could be so melodramatic.

Then they were both quiet. Elijah must be responsible for that. Then Klaus and Elijah stormed out of the house.

"Are you ready to go, love?" Elijah asked pecking me on the forehead. They had been extra sweet after the sex.

"Yes," I lied gazing back up at where Aunt Jenna had been. She was no longer looking out the window. As much as I wanted to tell her good bye, I knew that she was mad at me. How irresponsible, selfish, and immature I was acting by spontaneously leaving this way right after Elena had died with two strangers.

How could she not understand it was for the best?

Also I hadn't realized until after Klaus and I's date when we skipped school, that shortly after Klaus compelled Aunt Jenna, Alaric had told her the whole truth about vampires, my soulmates, everything he knew. He hated lying to her. Surprisingly, she took the news well because she knew that something had been going on for a long time.

But now I bet what she had learned was haunting her and I felt guilty. She probably didn't like the fact that I was leaving with two vampires. Did she know that they would never hurt me intentionally?

Oh well. I had to do what felt right and this did. I just wish she could feel differently about it, that's all.

Klaus drove us to the airport. It was a three hours flight from the airport to New Orleans. The whole time, Klaus, Elijah, and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We might've joined the mile high club (people who participate in sexual activity on an airplane), if it wasn't for the old lady who grunted at us a row across from our assigned seats.

As the plane returned to the ground, I was ready for more sex even though we've been having lots of it the past couple of weeks.

As if reading my thoughts, a long black stretch limo arrived to pick us up and bring us to a house that the Mikaelsons' owned.

Klaus opened the one of the doors for me with a big smirk. I gulped as I got in and slid towards the middle. Elijah got in on the other side and Klaus sat down next to me. Shortly after the car started, the limo driver a balding guy in his fifties pressed a button releasing a dark brown panel that separated him from us.

"What? Why did he-" I started until Klaus interrupted me by turning me around and smashing his lips against my own.

I moaned loving his roughness. He growled against our lips as they danced together my bit my bottom lip before licking the tiny bit of blood away.

I pulled away momentarily and he groaned. I smiled with my eyes closed. I guess I wasn't the only one affected by this.

"Did you just lick my blood off my lip? I think somebody's hungry," I joked.

"Yeah, yeah," he responded pulling me towards him until I straddled his lap. He began to kiss me again.

I began to grind myself against him needing friction.

Then Elijah joined the party and what happened next along with everything else will be remembered always.

We had to drive through downtown New Orleans to get to the suburbs where there house awaited our arrival. I didn't see much of downtown, but Klaus and Elijah reassured me between kisses...and other things that they would take me there sometime soon.

We didn't part until the limo driver pulled into the driveway and stopped the vehicle. My jaw dropped after we stepped out of the limo. The house was huge. It was white with a long brick patio and huge Greek columns that stood several feet higher than the ones at my house in Mystic Falls. It screamed expensive and looked to be one hundred years old, but in good condition.

There was something homey about it. I would've loved to raise my kids here before I found out that my soul mates were vampires...

The property and woods that surrounded the place had to add up to ten acres. I could get a couple of horses if I wanted.

After the limo driver took off, and I was left alone with my two soulmates, I've never felt freer or more alive than I did in that very moment. Sad because of Elena's death, but also happy because I knew that I had a great future to look forward to.

"Are you ready for a tour of our new home," Klaus grabbed my hand gently taking it in his own. Elijah claimed my other one.

"Ours?" I was confused.

"What is ours is also yours," Elijah said meeting my eyes and holding them. He knew what I was going through. All of the emotions that overwhelmed me. The hope I felt towards this new beginning. It had to be good.

"What Elijah said," Klaus agreed.

How could two immortal vampires who have lived several lifetimes, some darker than most people's, be so sweet?