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Chapter 22:
Kristina sat silently on the bar stool at the Grill, the only place that sold alcohol till 3am in the small town of Mystic Falls.
The hybrid gently dragged her finger up and down her condensated glass of a White Russian. The sad truth was she didn't feel like drinking, which was rare and happened only once or twice a decade. Kristina was too deep in taught.
Klaus' whole family, except Mikael, had turn on him. She had witnessed how it had wounded him. The way his dazzling indigo eyes shifted and dropped when the originals family presented themselves with hatred and furious voices. Not to forget Elijah. The man she had least expected to see. The look on his face did not try to mask the disappointment or sadness. Not to forget the deep green hazel eyes that narrowed not only stared at Niklaus but at Kristina.
Kristina remembered the night she and last seen Elijah. The memory felt like just yesterday she walked the streets of the jewel of France.
-Paris 1943-
Fog in Paris wasn't common but it suited the nightlife. The way the weather engulfed the twinkling lights and laughter filled streets seemed to only magnify the atmosphere of the ending year. The smog was seamless for the masquerade new years party the hybrid had been invited to in response to of her enrolment in École des Beaux-Arts, one of the A-listed fine arts schools in the world.
Kristina left the celebratory feel take over as she observed the location of the festivity. The Lutetia was the most enchanted venue to hold a new year's party; the gold trimming and the innocent white walls went splendidly with the black and gold attire. Not to forget the talented orchestra playing the romantic and passionate tango.
"Puis-je?" Said a thick ascent from behind her. Kristina's mind automatically translated the French to "may I?" in English. When hybrid met the eyes of the suitor she almost got lost in the secrets of the man behind the mask. He was robed in the classiest suit available with his mask a clean-cut black cover that sat on his nose lightly. The dim lights and black cover exaggerated his deep hazel green eyes. Kristina nodded sheepishly, letting him escort her to the dance floor.
The passionate Latin music gradually occupied her mind and movement as his hand slithered to the caved segment of her waist with the other hand clamming hers to a tango position. They danced silently but gracefully till the green eyed man chuckled lightly.
"You're a magnificent dancer." His voice sent electrical feelings throughout Kristina's body. The English caused her stumble on the next step but the mystery man caught her like she shared the weight of a feather.
"Did not intend to scary you." The hint of the American and British ascent teased her memory.
"I'm not scared." She said her voice smaller then expected, "I wasn't expecting any fluent Englishmen to be present."
That voice, the werewolf/witch thought. It was too familiar for their meeting to accidental. The violins approached the last agonizing note while the piano finished on its last chord, signaling the end of the tango.
Kristina bowed politely, sending a sweet smile the unexpected man before turning to the back exist slowly. She weaved in and out of the half drunken crowd making sure that she blended in well enough to not be followed.
Once the unkind winter air stroke her skin her mind worked on over drive. Her brain rapidly went through the faces of enemies she had gathered throughout her time under Mikael's intoxicating influence. None fit the Englishmen's so-familiar jaw line and deep green mixed eyes.
"Leaving so fast?" The voice clash with her ears like a baseball bar, leaving a deep echo in her racked mind.
"I don't think you know who your dealing with." Her voice came out a growl. Signalizing the threat as she stood with her back to the mystery man.
In the split second she blinked, there was a gust of cold air that flicked her hair and dress towards the new location of the man, which was an inch from her face.
Defiantly one of Mikael's enemies, Kristina taught as her ancient eyes reflected the image of the masked man.
His hazel green globes dug into her's before opening his mouth again.
"Take off your mask." He demanded with a calm voice while his eyes dilated.
"Attempting to compelling me won't do you any good." Her voice was colder then the Atlantic.
"Kristina." The way he said her name made her fingers and stomach tingle as her mind went straight to one name.
"Elijah?" Kristina said taking off her black mask and narrowing in on the man's feature closer.
"Forgot about me?" He said sadly taking off his mask, revealing all his characteristics.
"Why the secrecy, Elijah?" Kristina question, her voice reflecting an interrogation. It wasn't like Elijah to sneak up on her and it wasn't like him to be distant, almost cautious.
Elijah's face showed he was taken back by the hybrid's choice of word but he didn't doubt that it suited his actions. He just wasn't expecting her to catch on so quickly.
"Niklaus is in Paris tonight." The elder original said, no hesitation in his voice.
Kristina felt her muscles tense and her eyebrows net in the rising of past memories.
"You know I no longer hunt your brother." Kristina said her voice smoother. She might have realized her motives for casing the secret hybrid but Elijah had a whole different reason from being after his brother.
"Half brother." Elijah corrected harshly. "Kristina, he has my family." He added his tone, hidden plead.
"I do not care to get amongst family fused. Elijah, I'm sorry but I can not help you." Kristina said placing her hand on his shoulder. "Please respect me decision."
"I once helped you in a time of need. I gave you Niklaus location in the 20's and-" Elijah stopped complaining abruptly as she saw Kristina's eyes shark with gold topaz.
"The location that not only almost killed you brother, who shares your flesh and blood regardless, but almost killed me. And if I had killed him, the result would have been the location to the rest of your family demolished."
"I'm not asking for your assistance in killing Niklaus directly. More indirectly, you life will not be endangered." Elijah whispered trying to pleaded a reassuring case.
Kristina sighed, knowing she would do anything for Elijah. "What do you need?"
Her friend waited before replying as if weighing her reaction, "Mikael's location."
Before Elijah could continue a deep growl erupted from Kristina's throat. With her grey eyes fully gold, she grabbed a hold of Elijah's coat collar and flung him against the brick wall of the bridge.
"You dare ask such a thing!? Elijah, I've never pictured you as a selfish or unintelligent man." Her voice came out in a deep lingering growl as her wolf aspect clawed its way through her humanity.
"I would make sure he -" He started his voice strong with certainty.
"What? He wouldn't hurt me? He isn't an animal that can be tamed. He is a selfish uncontrollable monster. His favorite son would mean nothing to him if it meant that he could kill your brother or I. You've turned senile with-" Kristina couldn't finish her sentence. It was too painful to think of what could happen to him if he did desire to reawake Mikael. Kristina felt water form at the base of her wide mixed eyes. The thought of Elijah as an enemy or the thought of never seeing his compassionate bright hazel green tore at her heart.
"Damn it, Kristina. I love you!" Elijah said his accent caught the wind the moment he realized what he had said.
The word, love, echoed in the foggy ice air as their eyes locked and their minds both drew blanks.
"I would never hurt you." Elijah said whipping the tears from her now grey globes.
"If you truly love me then you won't wake your father." Kristina said resting her hands on his chest before leaning in and giving him a soft peck on the cheek. With the loving gesture, she disappeared with the flow of the Paris wind only leaving a piece of parchment with the location he desired.
The witch-werewolf hybrid groaned slightly as she rubbed her soar and dry eyes. She had been prepared for the wickedest that night in Paris and the worst was realized decades later.
"What a pleasant surprise. May I love?" A deep seductive voice whispered behind her. His hot breath brushed carelessly against her skin, guiding a sudden eruption of goose bumps all over her upper bod. Kristina would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Escaped the wrath of your siblings? Impressive." She said her voice unchanging and her deep grey eyes not stirring from her drink as the cocky original took the set next to her.
"Bourbon on the rocks." He said waving to the bartenders. "Make that two." He chuckled at the sight of her sorry excuse of a drink.
"Niklaus. What are you doing here?" Kristina said her voice almost threatening but she calmed herself.
"Getting a drink, love. It's been a long stressful night. Trying to secure my doubleganger, my siblings being undaggered: clamming their hatred to me, my mother returning and this picturesque woman warned her revenge to me." Niklaus sent a playful grin Kristina's way.
"To tell the trust, her revenge seems," Nik stopped, his eyes narrowing on the shelf full of alcohol bottles as he thought on what he was going to say next. "Promising, very promising."
The anger she still strongly had for Elijah and built up emotions from the last two months caused a snarl to escaped Kristina lips as she slammed the werewolf vampire against the bar by the collar of his shirt. Her lips parted to bark out a threat but before the word escape her mouth her Niklaus reversed the situation.
The werewolf-vampire took advantage of his speed and blurred Kristina out of the deserted bar and into the alleyway of the building.
"Going to attempt to kill me again-" before Kristina could finish her sentence, familiar lips crashed into her with more force then taught possible.
Niklaus felt shock explode inside of him when he realized he was pulling on Kristina's soft familiar rose lip passionately. His hand went automatically to her neck, keeping her face in place as he took the elongated soft kiss a step forward. With the other hand on her lower back, Nik pushed her closer to his radiating body till their clothing only separated them. That moment he selfishly lost himself in her lips and being.
Before her mind could process the action she parted her rose lips slight giving him approval to explore further.
Kristina kissed back now, pulling his bottom lip passionately with her teeth while her hands tangled themselves in his golden curls.
A soft moan formed deep in her throat as his lips left hers and glided down to her base of her throat then to her collarbone and back up. Kristina took a sharp breath in as his teeth slightly nibble the sensitive skin around her jugular.
Butterflies over took her body and her cheeks were left red from her blush.
"Niklaus." She whispered, her grip on his tussled curls tightened slightly was his lips formed small red specks on her jawline.
Nik pulled away putting his hands against the wall blocked her from move away from his mischievous gaze.
Niklaus had the widest grin upon his now red lips as he observed her netted eyes and confused misty grey eyes. They looked slightly silver in the darkness of the deserted alleyway. The way Kristina's face was conjured up reminded him of the night he had forced her to share the same bed as punishment for calling him by his true name.
"Kristina, why the confused face darling?" Niklaus said tucking a loose curl behind her
Her named seemed to dancing playfully on his tongue before it reached her eyes. Kristina nearly jumped when she heard his rustic voice, reminding her what they had just shared was real.
"That never happened." Kristina's voice demanded more to herself then to the cocky immortal smirking down on her.
This was crazy; she was against everything Niklaus stood for. She was against his being, against hybrids, against his morals. Less then 3 hours ago, she had craved his murder on her hands now she craved his sweet lips on hers.
"Disregarding that kiss won't stop it from happening a second time, love." Nik said in a familiar deep seductive tone as he edged closer to her lips twice in the same night.
The word kiss made her mind go flimsy and her heart speed up as it once did when she was 17 again. Being forced to take care of the mysterious mischievous seductive all powerful vampire.
Before his soft lips could totally overtake her self-control, she placed her index finger on his rose lips and watched him eyebrows net slightly.
"Till next time then?" Kristina said softly, finally sliding swaying from his barrier arms.
"I'll be waiting diligently, love." He said cracking a smile before vanishing in the night's darkness.
Kristina couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her tingling lips as she opened to wooden door to her temporary home, the Salvatore boarding house. But the smile quickly faded as an explosion of differences attacked her senses. The sounds of the fire breaking down the wood were slightly camouflaging the small heartbeat that accelerated dramatically all in one second. And the scent of burnt wood masked the fresh cologne smell that signified a visitor was or still is present.
"Kristina." A steady caution filled voice spoke as the man turned the corner.
"Not tonight." She muttered turning away from the green-eyed man in the usual black suit.
"Please-" He said grabbing her wrist as she turned to leave.
"Don't touch me." The hybrids voice turned into a profound snarl as her teeth clenched. "Not now. You owe me that much, Elijah." She finished, yanking her wrist away from his possession.
As Kristina lad on the much too comfortable cotton sheets, her mind couldn't help but wonder to two images, Elijah's and Niklaus'. Both names brought up emotions that the hybrid didn't care.
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