Chapter Six is finally finished! This is mostly from Hayley's POV- I've noticed I tend to write in third person, so I figure I'll try this. So, if you like it written like this, let me know! I'll try to throw more POV chapters in if I get a good response! Onto the chapter!
Klaus' mischievous smile promises he's up to something, something I'm probably not gonna like. He starts toward me, grin still on his face, arms outstretched in a grabbing motion, letting me know his intentions. My eyes widen, and I stop, putting my hands out in a no-go sort of way.
"Klaus, don't you dare-!" My exclamation obviously falls on deaf ears as he scoops me up bridal style hurriedly, careful not to jostle me too much, and continues past Rebekah through the house. My yelling and slapping his chest really doesn't do much to deter him, so I try calling for his siblings' assistance. Both just chuckle, seemingly enjoying my struggle. I swear, I am sooo getting all of them back for this.
My stomach growls again just as we- finally- make it to an entryway, to the kitchen apparently. The kitchen's large like the rest of the house she notes. Its all white and stainless steel- surprisingly modern for such an old house.
Klaus, still carrying her with a chuckle at her obvious admiration of the room, walks to an island situated in the middle of the kitchen and sets her on one of the various stools around it. He then walks around the island to the other side where the fridge and other appliances are, and proceeds to rummage through the fridge and cabinets, pulling out ingredients.
I feel my eyes widen in disbelief- but seriously! Is THE Original, Klaus, about to make me something to eat?! She just has to ask, because she swears she's hallucinating.
"What… What are you doing Klaus?"
" Really? Little Wolf, I'm going to cook, obviously."
"Well, I think I see that- I'm not entirely sure, truthfully, that I'm not hallucinating. Who are you cooking for? Me?" Klaus rolls his eyes at me, confirming both that he is in fact cooking for me- wow- and that he thinks I'm being silly. "Well… Okay. Thanks, I guess. Seriously though, do you know how to cook? Like, well?"
I hear chuckling from both Rebekah and Elijah who've suddenly made an appearance.
"Hayley, we are over 1000 years old." Rebekah laughs, but her reply doesn't really answer my question.
"What Rebekah means is that, yes Niklaus knows how to cook, we all do- fairly well actually."
" But I'm definetly a better cook than Bekah." Klaus winks at his sister with a smirk, and she looks at him with an annoyed pout.
" I burnt chicken once, ONCE, and I get reminded every time food comes up in a conversation! Hayley, don't listen to them, I am the best cook in the family! I burn one chicken- before stove's or any other such appliances were invented, mind you- and my brothers decided amongst themselves to terrorize me about it!" Both brothers laugh. I don't think I've ever seen any of them laugh like this. I didn't think they could be this… normal.
Rebekah swats at them, but it doesn't hamper their amusement. If anything they laugh louder, backing away from their sister. I pat her shoulder comfortingly, trying to withhold my own snickers- although I admit it's a losing battle as I see the siblings antics.
After everyone finally calmed down from the siblings verbal spar, and then laughing fit, Klaus was finally able to finish making my food- and I admit, it smelt delicious. While the brothers headed to what I assume was the living room, I dug in like a hungry well, wolf actually, visiting politely with Rebekah while she sipped a glass of what I am pretending was wine.
After I finished eating and put my dishes in the sink I followed Rebekah to a huge living room where the brothers were sat, discussing something.
" Thanks, you know, for the food. It was good." I interrupt, drawing their attention to me. Klaus nods at my thanks, before turning back to his brother and resuming their conversation. Did he just DISMISS me?! I'm feeling pretty dismissed! That bastard!
I feel the need to hurt him, and as my anger rises my fists clench, nails biting into the palm of my skin. I start to stalk toward him to give him a piece of my mind- probably with more than a few expletives- when a sudden pain from my arm, the smell of blood, and a sudden dizziness overwhelm me. I stumble, trying to breathe through my nausea and pain.
The smell of blood must reach all the siblings about the same time as they all turn to find the source, and rush to my side when they realize It's me. I finally fall as the mix of blood loss, exhaustion and dizziness overcome me. Rebekah catches me for the second time today. I see her look to her brothers, seemingly not sure what to do.That makes two of us. Her eyes widen- possibly in fear- at what she sees, but before I can look behind me at the brothers, she suddenly passes me to Klaus.
His scent is what informs me that it's him, because my eyesight is fuzzy now and I can't see much. I try to focus on his face as he picks me up and starts toward what I think are the stairs. As we go up, my eyesight starts to clear a little, enough so at least that I can see the complete rage displayed on Klaus' face. Rebekah and Elijah follow their brother and I's progression down the hall.
Klaus carries me through an open door, Rebekah passing us and removing the covers from the bed, situating them back over me as Klaus places me gently on it. Elijah, who had disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, re-enters toting a bucket of water, towels, and a first aid kit. He sets the bucket and towels on the stand by the bed, before handing the kit to Rebekah. She takes it from him and starts toward me, only making it a few steps before she's blocked by Klaus who tries to apprehend the first aid kit. She keeps the kit from his reach, meeting his gaze as she tries to explain.
"Nik, you need to let me take care of Hayley. We need to stop the blood and you need to calm down. Hayley and the baby are the priority right now, and after we make sure she's alright… We can both hunt down the witches and make sure they rue the day they decided to mess with a Michaelson." With that she pushed past Klaus and sat beside me.
She was quick and meticulous as she wet the towels and cleaned most of the blood that had dried on my hand and sleeve before she grabbed a scissor, cutting away the material of my long sleeves from the hem to my shoulder, then cleaning the remaining blood from my skin- which was difficult because I continued to slowly bleed. Soon though the blood stopped flowing from the wounds and we were able to finally see what the damage was.
On the inside of my forearm, in a deeply slashed messy scrawl, was an address, and in the crook of my elbow, a little injection point.
"What the hell!? Why am I not healing?" My question is slurred, and my breathing heavy as my dizziness and nausea kick up again. I close my eyes against the headache starting to throb in my temples. Another burst of pain hits me, this time on my palm. I try to hold back my exclamation of pain, instead letting out an embarrassing whimper that nonetheless alerts the siblings. They quickly notice my now weeping hand.
Klaus forces my hand open, and taking a clean bit from one of the towels he gently wipes away a majority of the blood, letting out an angry snarl, his eyes flashing gold, when he sees my now mostly clean hand. On the meaty part of my palm, there's an additional message. A time is now also etched into my skin.
5:30 A.M.
Klaus whispers something, and soon I have a glass of water being handed to me by Elijah, while Rebekah holds out two little white pills which I wearily take from her.
"Don't worry Hayley, they won't harm the baby. They're for the pain, and they'll help you sleep. Take them, and we'll see you in the morning." I trust her judgement, and do take them to ease the pain from my arm. I watch as Elijah and Rebekah turn to leave me to sleep, Rebekah turning when noticing her other brother hasn't followed.
"Are you coming Nik?" Klaus rummages through the first aid kit pulling out bandages. "I will be with you in a moment." The siblings share a look, the two closest to the door leaving as Klaus starts unwrapping the bandage. He's almost as efficient as his sister as her wraps the bandage around my hand, then arm. The bandage is not too tight or loose, and is comfortable. as Klaus finishes my eyelids start to feel heavy, but I keep them open with my remaining strength as I meet Klaus' gaze with my own.
"You know, I had mostly stopped bleeding, it would've been fine unwrapped." I giggle as he rolls his eyes- the pills obviously effecting me. "But, thank you. You're very good at it. You must have had some practice." He seems to shift uncomfortably from the compliment, before he grins deviously.
" I'm good at many things, as you well know Little Wolf. Practice does make perfect after all, and I have had many years to practice." I laugh at the innuendo, and he chuckles. My eyes close as my laugh dies down, my exhaustion defeating my willpower. Klaus shifts as if to stand, and suddenly my hand is grabbing his tightly, trying to pull him back. I force my eyes open one last time to ask him to sit with me awhile. His eyes turning slightly somber as he nods and sits beside me, back resting on the headboard as I again close my eyes and feel myself drift to sleep. An image entering my mind of a little girl with eyes as blue as the mans whose hand I was still holding.
So that's the end of chapter six! The real drama has begun! Wonder how Niklaus and the remaining Michaelsons will react to this new development once safely away from the expecting mother. Rebekah most certainly is out for blood- witches blood. Will any witches be safe in New Orleans? Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you've enjoyed the new installation! I do so love reviews, so if you have time please do! See yoy- hopefully- soon for chapter seven!