One and Only
Disclaimer: I do not own the work that originally inspired this piece of writing.
Characters etc belong to L.J. Smith and the Production of the TV Show "Vampire Diaries"
I only own my OC.
A/N: I want to thank all of you who revieved last chapter
and since it's publication favourited or folloved the story:)
BIG THANKS to:
AcidTrip90, Beccylein, Captain Flame, gymnasiana8, Kohanita, winxgirl1997
AND since it's still Valentine's Day,
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!:):):)
I don't have next chapter written yet, but I hope tomorrow
I'll have enough time to write the next scene:)
This chapter's song is "Broken Strings" by James Morrison & Nelly Furtado:)
As I said, I'm not native, so if anyone would like to become my BETA reader,
I would be very grateful:)
Here's the Third Chapter of O&O!
It's time for some real talk between Cassie and Klaus, isn't it?:)
Chapter 3
Broken Strings
Cassie
I'm at the Grill, for the first time in days without the company of my family or the Salvatores. I've had enough of their questions: "So, what's Klaus' weakness? How can we get to him? How is that you actually fell for him?!" I'm sick of it, especially of the last question that was repeated by any single one of them. What can I say to that? "I was an idiot, I fell for him like all the stupid bimbos around me!" No, I would never admit that I was that stupid. Especially that's not exactly the truth. I bit my lip, 'cause till now I was able to ignore that specific question, but I'll just have to tell them something, eventually.
I tell the bartender to give me tequila, I prefer it over bourbon that Salvatore's love so much. I already got used to the fact that every time I ask for alcohol I have to show my ID, 'cause people looking at my figure that's 5 feet 2,5 inches tall, think that I'm still a teenager. I don't care about it, not anymore. I sit by the bar, staring into its top, sipping my drink. I'm a human and I don't have any super senses, so I can rather feel than hear his presence behind me. I'm not speaking to him, I want him to leave me alone.
"Oh, that's just unbelievable! Cassandra Bardell here in Mystic Falls!" I hear his voice and his perfect British accent that has always made my head spinning and my heart fluttering. It was the first thing that made me fall for him. Darn it! I shouldn't even think about it! Especially that his voice is just filled with irony and mockery. I know that he sits on the stool beside me, but I'm not even glancing in his direction. "Or maybe it's Cassie Gilbert?" Oh, I can notice the hint of anger in his tone. I recognize it easily, I've always been good at detecting all his mood changes.
"Save it, Nik/Klaus, the Big Bad Original," I retort, without even blinking. I hear him chuckling.
"So I guess they now told you all about me." He's clearly amused with this situation. I finally turn my head to look directly at him, shooting him a death glare.
"Nothing as bad as I've already known about you." I quickly turn my head once again, end my drink and stand up to leave the Grill. He stops me, grasping my wrist.
"Not so fast, love. We've got a lot to talk about."
"We've got nothing to talk about," I growl and try to free my wrist, but he's holding it too tightly. "Unless it's you wanting to tell me you're leaving my sister alone." This time I look straight into his eyes, seeing them cold and cruel, much different from what they were when we're together. I know I should be worried or scared, but I can't. Even after everything they told me about what he did, who he really is, I cannot make myself be afraid of him. I guess it's 'cause long time ago his company was making me feel rather cared of and protected. A feeling like that doesn't go away in a minute.
"I said, we have a lot to talk about," he says firmly and then I just know that he's not going to let me go till I don't at least listen to what he's got to say.
"OK, so talk." I lay my free hand on my hip, glaring up at him, wishing to be taller. Then I wouldn't have to raise my head so high to look him in the eye. I regret not having put my 5,5-inch heels today. Well, It would be hard to walk in them from the boarding house to the Grill, but at least I would feel much better now. And like that I have to stand there in my blue Converses, shorts and a white top that seems too revealing right now, when I see hungry look that he gives me. He starts to drag me to the exit, but I'm not moving. "I said, talk, 'cause I'm not going anywhere with you."
He narrows his eyes. "The day we met you spoke to me in different way." He's clearly satisfied when I can't help myself and blush at that memory. Oh, crap! Why he has to remind me that now?
"The day we met I didn't know you're a psychopathic, blood-sucking killer," I retort, faking that the blush was caused by anger inside me. "Don't blame me for preferring to speak with you in public."
Unexpectedly, he smirks and it makes me feel uncomfortable once again. "So you really want to talk here about the way you could make me change my mind?" The suggestion that's behind his words is clear and makes my eyes grow bigger and bigger. That's why I close them and take a deep breath, counting to ten, calming down. What a jerk! How can he possibly imply something like that?! I was right dumping him a year ago. It was surely my instinct for survival that made me do that.
"OK, let's go outside," I say through clenched teeth, and only because I notice that a lot of people at the Grill start staring at us. Finally, Nik frees my wrist and lets me go first. With the corner of my eye I can see he's leaving some money on the top of the bar. I know he's doing that by habit; when we were together he would always pay for everything, like, for example, all my drinks. I couldn't persuade him that then, so it would be also pointless now. I just roll my eyes and exit the Grill.
Klaus
He can't help himself and observes Cassie's petite figure and delicate curves, while she's walking in front of him. He doesn't even try to hide that he's actually gawking at her, especially that she's wearing shorts and he has a perfect view of her sweet backside and shapely, slender legs. He'd prefer to take her somewhere where they could be all alone, but it's obvious she would never agree to that.
She leads him to the square opposite to the Grill and sits on one of the empty benches. Then she crosses her arms and once again sends him a death glare. He doesn't care about that, he's sure he would eventually have her back, one way or another. That's why he sits right next to her that if she would like to move away, she would fall. He's waiting for her to talk.
"So…", she starts after a long moment of silence between them, "you say there's a way you could change your mind and not kill my sister…"
"I didn't say anything like that, love," he answers quickly. That's one thing he has to make straight between them. "I only say I could… postpone the ritual a while." After saying that, he waits for her reaction.
"What do you mean by 'postpone'? And for how long?" She narrows her eyes and immediately seems even more irritated than she was a moment before. Finally, he can propose her a deal that he expects her to turn down.
"You know what I mean by 'postpone'. It doesn't include 'let go'." He can sense her increasing interest that quickly flags after the second part. "But 'how long' depends only on you."
The confusion in her face is so clear that it's hard for him not to chuckle.
"But how?" She still doesn't understand.
Klaus grins like a Cheshire cat. "I can postpone the ritual as long as you come back to me for good."
A/N: If you would like to see Cassie's outfit in this chapter, it's available on my Polyvore profile: veradediamant