Chapter Four: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n' Roll
Rebekah was tapping her long fingernails along the arm of the chair she was perched in. Her gaze was locked on the stretch of road that lead up towards the old plantation house that belonged to the Mikaelsons. It was their home outside of living in the Quarter, apart from their apartments in the Abattoir.
"Staring won't make him drive faster."
Rebekah ignored her brother. Kol had arrived the night before, reeking of sex and blood. Although she was pleased to see him after many years of being apart, it was the eldest Mikaelson she eagerly waited for.
As it was with every family, some siblings tended to be closer than others. Rebekah loved her other brothers dearly, however, it had been Elijah who had all but raised her and watched out for her. When they had all parted ways, it was Elijah who had stayed with her until she forged her own path.
Rebekah always chalked it up to how Elijah was very different than the other siblings. He was calm and rational, as opposed to Kol and Klaus, who were hot headed, emotional, erratic. She enjoyed being in his calming presence, perhaps since her personality matches her other brother's, and it was a pleasant change of pace.
A deep sigh came from the doorway where Kol stood. A quick glance told Rebekah both of her brothers were watching her now.
"What?" she snapped.
"Come now, Bekah, no need to be rude," Klaus mused. "Come have a drink."
"I'm not thirsty," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
The sound of a car rumbling up the road had Rebekah standing up in a blink of an eye.
A sleek, black sports car with darkly tinted windows pulled slowly up the drive before stopping behind Kol's flashy red number. The driver emerged and Rebekah was off the porch in a flash of blonde and with an excited squeal.
"She didn't say hello to me like that," Kol said to Klaus with a pout.
Klaus chuckled. "That's because you smell like the inside of a whorehouse, little brother."
Kol shoved Klaus before strolling off the porch, approaching the brother he hadn't seen for decades.
Elijah was murmuring something in Rebekah's ear, too quietly for Kol to pick up on. When Elijah turned his dark gaze to his younger brothers, his smile was small, but genuine. "Hello, Kol."
Kol lifted a brow, eyeing Elijah. "Long time, brother."
Elijah only nodded at that, his attention now on Klaus, who moved to stand beside Kol. "Niklaus."
"Elijah. Welcome home," Klaus said, smirking.
Elijah paused before extending a hand towards his brother. "Thank you. I see not much has changed."
"Why would it need to?" Klaus asked, spreading his arms. "It's the perfect kingdom."
Kol flashed a devilish grin. "Come on. We got a homecoming party waiting for you inside."
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Hayley stood under the hot water in her shower, staring at the water drops as they slid down the tile. Steam filled the room, making it stuffy.
With a flick of her wrist, she turned off the spray. She sighed, tying her hair up in a wet knot before grabbing a towel to wrap around her body.
Wiping the condensation off the mirror, Hayley stared at her reflection with a furrowed brow. Her own hazel eyes scrutinized herself.
Her wet hair, which was so dark it looked black, was already slipping out of the tie. Her tan skin was beaded with moisture. She absently scratched at the wine colored, crescent shaped birthmark on her right shoulder.
When the door swung open, the cool air made Hayley shiver. She then turned to see who it was, and wasn't surprised when she saw Jackson giving her a wide, naughty grin.
"What?" she asked, turning back to the mirror. She fixed her hair before picking up her toothbrush.
Jackson stepped forward, pressing his lips against her birthmark. "You smell like jasmine," he rumbled.
"It's just soap," she said, scrubbing her teeth.
When his hands began inching towards where her towel was tucked to keep it from slipping, Hayley smacked it away. She rinsed out her mouth, leveling a narrowed eyed glance towards him.
"I'm not in the mood," she told him firmly.
Jackson frowned.
Hayley thought about how she used to sigh and give in, turning back into his arms for a moment of comfort. But now she kept staring at him until he raised his hands and backed from the room, shutting the door behind him.
She frowned at her reflection.
She liked Jackson, didn't she? So why didn't he give her that toe curling feeling anymore when he touched her?
Hayley chalked it up to stress.
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Music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat, shaking the walls and resonating in the guest's bones as they strolled through the mansion. Night had already come, and with it came the vampires, gathering together at the Mikaelson mansion.
Gliding through the crowd, dressed in a short emerald dress dress that showed off her curves, was Rebekah. Her eyes were locked on Marcel, who stood in the corner of the room, shadowing Klaus wherever he went.
Marcel's dark brown eyes never left Rebekah as she moved with confidence and an air of grace through the masses. Her blonde hair was twisted back on one side, baring one smooth shoulder to his gaze. He swore he saw a smirk curling her lips when she looked his way again.
Kol, of course, was off on the other side of the room, talking to one of the many human females. He had an arm propped against the wall as he stared at her, and her pretty neck, with a lustful look in his eyes.
Elijah and Klaus sat side by side on one of the couches, sharing a bottle of very old whiskey. Klaus didn't miss the distracted look that Elijah had been wearing since he arrived.
"So, tell me, is it a woman that has you wishing you were elsewhere?" Klaus finally asked, looking at his older brother.
Elijah tapped the edge of his glass with the ring he wore on his right hand. It was embellished with the Mikaelson crest and was much older than it looked. "Why would you assume it was a woman?" Elijah asked, raising his glass to drain its contents.
Klaus smirked. "Because you always get that look in your eye when you're thinking of a woman. It's the look poets get when they write very sad, very dramatic sonnets about a long lost love."
"That seems specific, do I wear this look often?"
"More often than the poets, I wager," Klaus commented, refilling both of their glasses.
Elijah made an amused sound. "Am I boring company for you, brother? It seems there are plenty of… people here to keep you entertained."
"Yes, but none of them are you, dear brother. Come now, it's been decades. Surely you can share the tales of your recent travels?"
Elijah nearly sighed. It was all a game with Klaus, like the cat and the mouse. The younger Mikaelson always was looking for something to keep him amused, whether it was a woman or turning a werewolf into a Hybrid. It had been this way ever since he had taken the title of the Summer King.
What else can a King do but use his subjects as a means of entertainment? Klaus had asked Elijah long ago.
Elijah eyed everyone milling around in the house. Entertainment, indeed. In one corner was Kol, enticing a human with a small bag filled with fine white powder, and in the other Rebekah was murmuring into Marcel's ear about slipping away for a moment. The rest were enjoying the shelves lined with alcohol and dancing provocatively to the loud music.
"There's not much to tell," Elijah finally replied. "I never stayed in one place long."
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The pack was on the move again, doing another sweep of their territory to investigate and to see if there was any other evidence of the Hunters.
This took almost three days, and by the time they returned home, nothing had turned up. Hayley wondered why she didn't feel relieved at the news.
It was nearly a week later that she realized why. News from the northern pack that boarded their territory came. It seemed that some vampires had also been staked to trees and left out to burn in the sun, and a coven had been attacked, leaving three witches dead.
Hayley called a meeting of the Alphas of the local packs, asking them to reconvene at the designated spot that they considered neutral territory. It was a parcel of land that lied between the northern, southern, eastern, and western borders that none of the packs had laid claim to.
As the leader of the western pack, Hayley elected for Mason to join her, as he was her second in command. Leaving Eve in charge while she left, her and Mason had way for the meeting zone, which was a half day's journey from their home.
The neutral territory was an abandoned cattle ranch that had stood empty for nearly fifty years. It stretched over three hundred acres and was overrun by weeds. The old farmhouse still stood intact, but had weeds and vines growing up along its foundation.
There the meeting was held. The Alpha of the northern pack, a woman named Lana, greeted Mason and Hayley warmly. Oliver, Alpha to the southern pack, arrived and nodded at them all before taking a seat quietly. And lastly, the leader of the eastern pack, Aiden, came in and sat down without greeting any of them.
Mason spoke quietly with Lana and Oliver, having family find both of their packs, before taking his place beside Hayley.
Lana, the oldest of the four, stood at the head of the table. "We all know why we are here. Vampires and witches are being killed in our territories. We don't know by whom or why, all we do know is we have to ensure that our wolves aren't next."
"So what do you suggest, Lana? Start a hunting party to track down these killers? Like you said, our wolves haven't been killed yet. Who says they will? And who cares if some vamp dies?"
Lana frowned at Aiden. As the youngest Alpha, Aiden had a bad temper and a foul personality, mainly due to his lack of experience as a leader.
"I'm not suggesting we do that," Lana said, mustering up her patience. As a wolf with nearly forty years on Aiden, she found herself using what her pack called her "mom voice".
Oliver leaned forward. He bore a calm, serious air, which contrasted his gentle features and massive stature. "Do we really think that the Hunters have returned?"
Aiden scoffed.
Hayley spoke up. "I don't think we should disregard the possibility. I've run into them before and they're not something to be messed with."
"That was over ten years ago, why would they come back now?" Aiden challenged.
"The Hybrid down south, he's turned one of our own," Oliver said, exchanging a look with Lana.
The older female Alpha nodded. "Yes, it is possible that Tyler Lockwood being turned Hybrid may have caught the Hunter's attention."
"The Summer King has been killing and using people for his own fun and games for decades, but the Hunters suddenly care he's changed some wolf?" Aiden asked.
Mason growled. "That wolf is my nephew and a member of Lana's pack. No matter, this is something we cannot disregard."
"So what do we do next?" Hayley asked, looking to Lana.
Lana exhaled, sitting down. "Perhaps we need to send someone down to the Hybrid's territory so we know what we are up against. We can track the killings to see if it does, in fact, lead us down to New Orleans."
"That's a risky move," Hayley pointed out. "None of our packs have the numbers like his does. He has numerous wolves at his disposal, ones that follow him and ones he's captured for his games."
"Then perhaps we should reconsider our numbers," Oliver stated.
"What do you mean?" Hayley asked.
"We will be stronger together. If we join our packs, we increase our numbers. If the Hybrid picks a fight, then maybe we can hold our own."
"Wait, hold on," Aiden interrupted, waving a hand. "Why are we picking a fight in the first place?"
"It's time that the Summer King's games are put to an end. They're putting us at risk of exposure to the rest of the human world as well as the Hunters. If we don't stop him, who will?" Lana challenged.
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True to any Mikaelson gathering, the party to celebrate the reunion of the siblings lasted for a few days. Blood flowed freely, as did the drugs that Kol provided, as did the alcohol and the pheromones.
Klaus woke up to find himself tangled in bed with Katherine and a nearly drained human girl. He chuckled to himself, once again pleased with his healing abilities that saved him from any hangover or from overdosing on the pills or powders he may have ever ingested the night before.
So he got up and ordered for the girl to be taken away. She was to be taken to the Abattoir, where they would sustain her on IV fluids and perhaps a select diet to keep her blood sweet and pure. When one of his day walkers asked if he wanted Katherine moved, he waved them off. He had plans for the vampire yet.
When she finally woke up, Katherine saw that Klaus was watching her with an amused expression as he sat at the nearby table. He was eating eggs and toast like a human on a typical Tuesday rather than a King he liked to call himself over and over.
She sat up, not bothering to cover herself with a sheet. She lifted a slender brow. "Are you going to share?" she asked.
Klaus leaned back in his chair and beckoned for her to join him.
Katherine stood and walked over to him, pleased with she saw his eyes trace her naked curves. She slid into his lap, tangling her hand in his golden curls.
Klaus met her gaze. "Open," he ordered in a soft voice.
Katherine complied, opening her mouth so he could place a bit of toast and egg on her tongue. She licked his thumb clean. It went on like this for only a few more moments before she was placed on the table, her legs spread, and Klaus kneeling between them.
"Now for the next course," Klaus said, smirking.
Katherine gasped when his lips and tongue patted her wet folds, finding and attacking the sweet spot that sent her over rather edge almost immediately. She cried out in triumph, her release finding her after a few clever strokes of Klaus's tongue.
Then the Hybrid King found himself pinned back against his chair, with the small vampire now at his feet, taking him into her mouth with fierce determination. His hand kept her as he rocked his hips, groaning.
The room was in shambles by the time they were finished. The wall bore claw marks from Klaus, after he had pinned Katherine there to take her a rough, fast manner. Some of the carpet was torn from Katherine's hands clenching it too tight as Klaus took her from behind on the floor. And finally the bathroom looked like it was hit by a tornado as the two lovers used every available surface to take each other again and again before they collapsed.
Katherine walked out of Klaus's suites, bruises and bite marks healing, feeling stretched and satisfied.
Klaus cleaned himself up and decided to go see what his older brother was up to. Perhaps now Elijah would tell him about what had caught his fancy in his journeys that kept him from returning home for such a long time.
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