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CHAP 39:
My eyes left his and Klaus pressed his lips gently against mine. Seemingly of their own accord the traitorous gates to my mouth parted and allowed his tongue to enter. As we kissed my hands found the back of his neck and head. While his free arm trailed softly down my side before it too attached itself to my torso in undemanding possession. I could taste the metal of my blood but it was so faint it didn't bother me.
"Delectable." Was all he murmured when he pulled away from me. Eyes almost seeming to glow with something like pride. It wouldn't be outrageous to assume he was extremely proud of himself. Since he was so keen on knowing me and how he had come to be able to affect me physically. The moment that had just occurred would have been easy pickings for his ego. "We'll be leaving at five thirty. You'll want to start getting ready shortly." As an after thought he raised a watched wrist enough for him to see it's face. "It's currently quarter past four." Already? Great. Klaus then continued on his previous line of conversation."Assuming you intend to shower, that is."
"Okay." Pausing I cleared my throat to stop it softening my voice as much as it had for those two syllables. "You know I could have just gone to the bathroom to clean up the blood." My strengthened voice pointed out how unnecessarily he'd acted. Klaus' mouth formed a truly gloating smirk
"I know." He purred while moving away and opening the door. "All."Klaus' smirk transformed into a grin and his cocky tone made me want to throw a shoe at him. "Like how you didn't mind my tongue cleaning it up one bit." He added in my head. Why couldn't he have just left it at "I know"?He might have left the room without causing me much aggravation if that was all Klaus' parting words were. Letting him get to me just annoyed me further and it was bloody exhausting. I exhaled hotly in disgust and grimaced sweetly in response as he turned to leave.
"Huh. Usually wisdom has a sense of charm about it. I suppose there's wisdom, and then there's wishful thinking." I muttered distastefully as Klaus stepped out and shut the door. Sure he knew a lot. As freakish as I found it. But he didn't know how I did my silent thinking thing. Of course I didn't either. But I wasn't the one with a big mouth and a well-fed ego. The big mouth could be relevant to me. When the situation arises. Just as I'd thought I'd been privileged with some free-speech without any form of repercussion Klaus' angered voice resonated in my mind as a simple statement.
"Five-thirty." Anxiousness on how much screening he might be doing on my thoughts plagued me. Who knew when he was butting in? Looking in, whatever. It had been a worry already, but the fact that he could see what I was up to if he wished made me anxious. How could I try and work against him to stop falling pregnant if he chose to peak in on anything I might do?
I really didn't want to go out. Sitting on the bed I cleared the space the four shoes had claimed by pushing them to the side and lay back. The longer I lay there, as though searching the ceiling for an answer or to make some sense of a date with Klaus, the more it got me down. With resignation I got off the bed and set myself in motion, destined for the bathroom. Adding a detour first for the hell of it. With Greta's box of make-up I headed for her and Jonas' room only to receive no answer when I knocked.
"Hello?" I questioned softly as I opened the door cautiously. For all I knew one of them might be performing some magic and I didn't need to get in the way of that. As the door opened it revealed no-one within. So I thought I may as well just put the box back over where all Greta's make-up had been and get on with my date preparation. Though I could have simply left the box and Greta would guess that it was no longer needed, I wanted to leave a note. But it wasn't like I'd been given any writing implements from Klaus. Reasoning that if I could find some neither Greta nor Jonas would mind if I took a small piece of paper from a sheet and wrote a little message on it. Of course at the moment all the papers I could see had notes scribbled on them and I didn't want to disorganise anything. Nor did I particularly want to snoop around to find a fresh piece of paper. Looking around I saw a relatively naked sheet of paper on one side of an open Grimoire. Naked, because it wasn't dressed with that many notes yet. A pencil sat on top of it as well. It was the most convenient way to leave a note so I went and picked up the page and checked the back. It hadn't been written on at all so I folded a section at the bottom of the page and compressed the crease with my fingernails before tearing along the fold so I could remove the section I would write on. I was about to replace the paper I didn't need when I saw 'fertility' among the scrawl. I hadn't really paid much attention to the notes as it wasn't any of my business. But that word certainly grabbed my attention. After all, what else would it refer to if not me? Despite my better judgement I narrowed my eyes and tried to make sense of the notes before forcing myself to put the page down and get on with writing my little note for Greta. I didn't need to get caught when I still needed to do what 'd come here to do. Picking up the pencil and putting down the notes, I sat down on a chair and used the top of my thigh to write on the paper. It wasn't the best surface to write on. But no way in hell was I going to write on the Grimoire. My note was simple. Thank you and stating that they were no longer needed. So she didn't have to feel pressured that I would come borrowing again. Getting up and placing it in the box with my message facing upwards, I moved back to the Grimoire and replaced the pencil. Just itching to see what that fertility was about. As my twisted luck would have it I never got the chance for the door opened and in walked Jonas. Casually straightening and looking up I viewed him coolly.
"Hi." I began. "I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to bring Greta's make-up back. I don't need it after all. Since no-one was home I made a note. Which I've left in the box." I pointed across the room. "She mightn't care for it. But I wasn't just going to drop the box and run." I gave a minute shrug of my shoulders. Acting as though I hadn't snooped. Which truthfully I hadn't. I'd just done my thing. But because fertility had caught my eye and I'd felt inclined to snoop I felt a tad guilty.
"That's fine." Jonas accepted.
"Also, for the note I tore a piece of paper off the page with some notes on it. I hope that's okay?" Nodding he walked over and saw the paper I was gesturing to. Perhaps ensuring I hadn't taken some crucial piece of information from it. My mind had me thinking that way because it wasn't my place. And I didn't know much about magic. And Jonas had possibly joined Klaus' side. It seemed a little heartless to put it that way, but I didn't really know how much I could trust the warlock. While Elijah obviously had some stock in him, how was I to know if any confidence Elijah had in his possible double-agent ally wavered in some areas. A game such as I was involved in could change at any time. The only one I knew I could trust was Elijah. At least that's what I'd come to believe. But if he wasn't going to be around for much longer because Klaus would keep me to himself, then even the slightest reliance on the vampire who'd tried to save the world and me seemed a little redundant. Sure if I needed assistance I assumed I could depend on him. But I had to go it alone. It was about time I became honest with myself. Only I would be able to manage myself with Klaus. The only thing I might need to rely on Elijah with is how to stop Klaus from getting me pregnant. That's my only achievable goal. It was doable. Maybe. Well, this is a great time to have some sort of conclusive epiphany Elena.
Drawing my focus back to Jonas who was nodding, so seemingly fine with what he'd been told I offered for him or Greta to perform their pregnancy test before I started getting ready.
"Yes. That'd be fine. Greta's busy at the moment and she's excellent at the pregnancy spell. So I'll call on her but we'll get started on another spell Klaus wants performed."
"Another spell?" I asked nervously. "What for?"
"It's all right. Nothing to worry about. It's just something to seek out a reason for your inability to fall pregnant so far."
"Oh. So it'll make me able to conceive then?"
"Not exactly. It will source the problem and then Greta and I will find and perform a spell, or spells to fix whatever it may be." I wondered if by picking up a problem the spell would discover my implant.
"But maybe I'm just barren." I reasoned logically as if I wasn't suddenly nervous. "Are there really spells that can fix that? I mean there are soo many women in the world who would love to get their hands on something that could make their uterus more baby-friendly. If it's as simple as a spell IVF would seem unnecessary. Not to mention a big chance in comparison. Imagine how many people that would make happy." I suggested.
"Oh yes. There are ways in which even the most barren uterus can carry a child. Often it involves bargaining with nature. Everything leads back to maintaining it's balance. To offer the general population to conceive, when nature has already deemed it not to-be involves sacrifice." Seeing my face, Jonas assured me it wasn't the same type of sacrifice that I was involved in. It would be a give and take concept. For the woman to produce her own baby when nature has deemed it not to-be. The life of her child must replace that of another. Jonas went on to tell me that in some cases a grandparent to the child has ended their life early so that their own child can experience the joy that they gave them. It balanced nature, to a degree. The quality of the life given for the birth of a child wasn't a factor. However. When someone nearing the end of their lives was the bargaining chip, often the mother of the newborn child would have time taken from their remaining time on earth. Depending on how one looked at that. The reduced time might seem completely normal with the strain and stresses having a growing individual for an unknown number of years dependant on you. So the sacrifice can seem justified. But it's not something everyone could live with. Understandably so. I know I wouldn't get involved in such a bargain. Not when it was with another's life.
"- There's enough turmoil regarding what's ethically right and wrong surrounding anything regarding a new life. We. Witches and Warlocks keep out of it."
"Would Klaus make you do that to me? Bargain with nature so that I'll get pregnant? He'd be happy to sacrifice anyone, but I wouldn't!"
"It's likely you don't need to be concerned about that Elena. In most cases it's a hormonal imbalance that causes infertility. Of course doctors give names and there are an abundance of disorders and such. But the body operates and develops on it's supply of hormones among other things. For you to be so barren without any history of trauma either by a previous pregnancy or some accident that left any damage to your lower abdomen or pelvis is unlikely." His justification of the role hormones had in the human body wasn't wrong, but I didn't think it was a key part of all gynocological problems. Worse yet. My implant worked on hormones, the spell would pick up on my abnormal hormone levels due to it. And if my abnormal hormones were treated magically as a result. I could conceive regardless of the implant in my body. I'd thought I had one up on everything. But it sounded like that could all be taken away so easily. But at the front of my mind Jonas had insinuated that they had knowledge of my medical history.
"H-how would you know my history?" I asked worried, crossing my arms in front of me before emboldening how I should proceed with this conversation. I needed to keep calm and not let anything telling be revealed by my paranoia that for some reason they had my medical history and hence evidence of my contraceptive implant. "I could have been pregnant for anyone knows. You'd have to have my medical records to know anything." I was starting to sound a little defensive.
"Relax Elena. I understand that you not having any say in anything makes everything scarier and puts you on edge. But there's really nothing to worry about. No we haven't got your medical records. Greta's assessment revealed no evidence of scarring, evidence of pregnancy or abortion. We don't need charts when you can be assessed in person." Assessed? I Couldn't believe I'd had some sort of physical without even knowing it.
"When? When was I assessed? I wasn't told this before." I stated with a frown.
"The evening you arrived. When Greta did the pregnancy spell, you'll remember she also checked for any magically placed contraceptive? Well, in the same instance she was able to perform an assessment. You see. In order to check for any magical contraceptives you have to assess the organs as the bondings between magic and your body will leave traces that can be picked up like abnormal tissues on diagnostic scans."
"Oh. Magic's really advanced and yet, ancient." He nodded. I had to assume that whatever assessment had been done that my implant wasn't detected. But if this new spell picked up on my altered hormones and then the source of what was regulating them. Then what was known now would be irrelevant. "So what does this other spell involve?"
"Of you, nothing. It might be an idea for you to be sitting while it's performed as you can feel drained of energy and the spell will take about 15 minutes. I will also require a strand of your hair. Are you ready to begin? You can use this chair." He stood behind the one I'd sat in a few minutes earlier and shifted it to face me. The wood scraping on the floor.
"I don't know." I said with obvious resistance and bit my lower lip. Jonas' gaze left me for a mere moment and I dreaded what had caught his attention. Something trailed gently through my hair and I knew Klaus must be in here. Closing my eyes I felt hope that it would be Greta creep in behind my dread. But whoever had joined Jonas and I had done so, so silently that a vampire was the only answer. Dare I hope for Elijah? No.
"I do. You are indeed ready to begin." Klaus' voice whispered behind me as what must be his hand slipped from my hair. Hope lost I opened my eyes as Klaus began stepping around me. He walked to Jonas producing at least a hair of mine that must have been one of my naturally moulted.
Klaus rubbed his hands together once he'd transferred the hair and turned back to watch me. His stern face did nothing to make the long minute it took to force myself forward less wired. When I did, Klaus' features softened immediately. He looked genuinely happy, though not with himself for once. The emotion looked good on him. Cautiously quirking the corners of my mouth up slightly before relaxing them again I took my place on the chair. Wondering as I did whether Klaus would have been so apparently genteel if Jonas could see his face. Turning my head at Jonas' movement as he stepped around me slightly to sit cross-legged on the floor, I looked on curiously as he looked up at me and his face became vacant. His right hand had my strand of hair pinched between his index finger and thumb, while his left was relaxed but facing upwards. Both resting on his knees. As he was less than a metre away from me I was able to pick up on quite a few details of what was going on. While I was extremely nervous about this I really didn't have a choice. Especially since Klaus was here. So since whatever was about to occur had to be done, focussing on Jonas kept my mind off of me. His eyes while already brown deepened in colour before they changed to black and the intermittent blinking of his eyes as they remained trained on me settled into a sort of rhythm as did his breathing which had slowed right down. And yet, nothing else seemed to be happening. Jonas said I'd feel drained of energy and I felt fine. He hadn't said it like fatigue would be a side-affect of the spell. Something that would occur after. So why wasn't I feeling anything? Looking up at Klaus I found him watching me eagerly. When a low hum began which seemed to vibrate through my body I tensed and looked back to Jonas. His eyes were now closed and the hum was from him. As the vibration increased in my body panic and fear took over my reasoning and I wanted out. Out of this chair, this room. To hell with being obedient to Klaus. My breathing and heartbeat seemed more like a combined fluttering in my chest. I hoped it was because of the vibration and I wasn't having some sort of panic attack. Scared I looked back up to Klaus.
"It's alright." He said softly to me. No it's not! This is not all right! This is-. Choosing to bolt I was about to spring from the chair when the commencement of my upward motion crashed heavily back into me and downwards. Like gravity had suddenly increased tenfold. Sagging downwards with my inability to keep my back straight. I finished the motion by meeting the back of the chair in a most uncomfortable roll of sorts. My neck was the last to give up the ghost. Unable to hold my heavy skull up it keeled backwards over the top of the chair. It would have been better if my chair had had a higher back. Hell, lying on the floor would have been a better option. My eyes felt heavily lidded but I managed to keep them open, allowing me to see as Klaus stepped closer and supported my head and neck at a better angle.
The eagerness on his face had been replaced by concern and his lips moved slowly in what my eyes deciphered as my name and some other words. It dawned on me that I couldn't hear. Not his voice in any case. But I wasn't exactly submerged in silence. He then casually, but with much effort looked down at Jonas. I noticed his lips moving again, as he spoke to Jonas. I doubted Jonas was responding. He'd looked pretty out of it when I'd last seen him. Returning his focus quickly to me, Klaus frowned and looked almost worried as he continued his surveillance.
"Elena. Elena? Can you hear me?" His voice resonated in my mind. I could hear him with my mind. But I couldn't respond. I saw him press his lips together and drop nearly out of my site. A moment later I was raised up off the chair. My head and neck flopped against Klaus' chest as he turned slightly before I was lowered. Onto what I wasn't sure as I couldn't feel the chair beneath me. When Klaus' chest remained for me to rest against I assumed I was in his lap. It was much more comfortable. If comfortable could be used in a situation where I felt like I was boneless and weighed down. I couldn't tell how much time had passed but I was starting to lose the ability to keep my eyes open. They fluttered closed one moment and for all intensive purposes I was hitting the hay. A snooze felt like the best idea ever in that moment. Then I was shaken roughly so I opened them a sliver before shutting the world out again once the shaking stopped. Shifted again before something began brushing against my exposed cheek the world peeked in at me at the annoying intimate caress. Klaus' face was so close and it had to be him touching my cheek. Bloody Klaus. Leave me alone.
"Good, you're in there." There was relief in his voice.
"Hmm?" I tried with difficulty, forming a thought unprovoked by annoyance.
"What are you feeling?" What was I feeling? His annoying touch on my face.
"Stop that." My mind murmured back referring to his pesky touch.
"Try to focus Elena. Try to keep your eyes open and tell me what you're feeling." He persuaded gently.
"Let me sleep."
"Elena!" He yelled demandingly in my head.
"Not listening." My only thought was that Klaus was being nice. Because he didn't bother me again. Warm and cosy I dosed off.
What's that? Feels cold. My slumber was disturbed by a dull coolness in the side of my chest. It was a specific area that wasn't as warm as the rest of me and it was growing. Not in size, but in intensity. In a few moments it had become freezing and I felt a shiver go through me. Then the cold became hot, boiling hot and I felt extremely light. My eyes snapped open and a blood curdling scream left me. It could have been recorded for a horror movie it portrayed my agony so well. But then I had, had practice. For I'd felt the pain I was in before. And, realising Klaus was the one inflicting it when I saw his face and how he had his arms around me I knew my ribs were being spread from each other again. His upper arm was so close so I took purchase on it. Widening my open mouthed scream and latching on as well as I could and biting him. Using all the power I could muster I kept my jaw clenched on the flesh I'd grabbed while tears streamed down my face. Through my muffled wail I heard Jonas' hoarse voice and my pain began easing off a little. The more it did the taste of blood in my mouth registered and I greedily bit a few more times on Klaus' arm to get more. It was so good. Consuming my pain and replacing it with desire so that when my hair was yanked and I released his arm I mewled at the loss but proceeded to arch my back. Looking around blearily I was then offered a bleeding wrist and hungrily joined my mouth and it.
"What were you doing Warlock?" Klaus growled. I felt the vibration from his chest but the rest of his body was rigid.
"The new spell. I don't understand-. It shouldn't have hurt her but I could feel-." Jonas sounded baffled.
"You don't understand? How can you not when you are the one who cast the spell? It's part of your responsibility to nature and to me that you know what the hell it is you're doing with E-. With my doppleganger! Have I added someone to my team who's allegiance lies elsewhere?" Klaus' outrage became gleefully malicious as he continued. "Please tell me if that's the case and I shall take great pleasure in removing your daughter from your life again, permanently." Klaus stood, lifting me onto my feet as he did. He then pushed me down into the chair he'd vacated and advanced on Jonas. I sat watching the confrontation in utter bewilderment and eagerness. Klaus was so deliciously masculine and powerful as he lifted Jonas to his feet and grabbed his shoulders painfully enough for Jonas to groan and begin pleading Klaus for forgiveness. It was so sexy to see him in action.
"Explain to me. Explain to me exactly what you just did to her." Klaus released Jonas with a forceful shove that threw him back against the door. He then turned back toward me and I enjoyed surveying his few strides back to my side as I bit down suggestively on my lower lip. His strong but gentle hand took me possessively by the bottom of my jaw to tilt up towards him. I let my left hand come up and curl around his wrist as he looked my face over. He seemed to be avoiding looking at my mouth altogether and I was downhearted by it. I wanted him to kiss me, he'd done so often enough, but if he wasn't looking at my lips he didn't want to. Rejection rocketed through me until he did and I swore my heart stopped for a moment. My lips parted and my chest heaved but all he did was frown and wipe his thumb at the left corner of my mouth before releasing me to face Jonas again. I didn't try to keep a hold of his wrist as it didn't seem my place to do so. And rejection was building again so I wasn't wanted. But his hand resting behind my shoulder blade on the back of the chair gave me just as much satisfaction as if I was still touching him.
"Klaus."Jonas began in a measured tone imploring him to believe his approaching explanation. "I honestly don't know why that spell affected Elena like it did. It's not supposed to suck that much energy from her." My desire ebbing away I realised that I'd really rather have Klaus' as far from me as possible and shifted awkwardly in my chair. Besides it was time to pay attention. Something had gone very wrong.
"But it did. It could have killed her!" Really? That wouldn't have been so bad Let's go again. A crunching and splintering sound came from where Klaus' hand rested on my chair and I ducked a little before turning to look up at him. His darkened eyes slid down to look at me while the rest of him was poised rigidly. As though the rest of him was focussed on Jonas alone. It was eerie and yet reassuring at the same time. Because while I was obviously receiving a warning for my thoughts in contrast to how he'd set himself on Jonas. It was gentle and made me feel comfortable despite the restrained violence in his eyes. From feeling comfortable I quickly shifted to disturbed in response. There was something in the way he was warning me that went beyond my thoughts.
"Don't." He paused, like it was hard for him to form the words in his head. "Get any ideas."
Stepping forward an extremely angry Klaus advanced on Jonas.
"I had to alert you to what was going on. By bringing Elena out of her nearing comatose state through pain no less!" Faintly I remembered him baulking at the use of my name just moments earlier. "Greta couldn't stop you. So you obviously couldn't tell you were sucking the life out of Elena. Tell me Jonas. Am I relaying the events as they occurred? Or were you well aware of what you were doing? If that's the case. It was very bold of you to enact whatever scheme you're attempting while in my presence." Jonas wouldn't would he? No. Klaus wanted the spell done. Greta's here? Glancing around and locating Greta my mind slid into gear. Trying to make sense of what had just happened quietly. I'd leave the noise to Klaus.
"No! Klaus. I didn't know. I promise. The spell was only going to make her feel lethargic. Nothing else! I swear!" His pleading sobered. "I swear on my daughter's life! Check the spell. Please!" Klaus had come to stand less than a meter in front of him. While he'd restrained himself from physically rattling Jonas. Klaus had certainly emitted enough severity in his address that he'd broken Jonas down. Greta, who'd been standing to the side of the confrontation had neither jumped to check the spell or shown any concern for her father.
"Greta." Klaus asked. Or maybe it was permission. Whatever the use of her name was, she briefly glanced around for the Grimoire and began assessing the spell.
"Klaus. Please believe me." Jonas began. "I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise being with my daughter."
"Oh shut-up." Klaus spat savagely, clenching his fists in a way I knew all too familiarly. I stood, as if standing meant I could stop the thoughts in my head from smothering me by gaining some height. I couldn't get past the thought that Jonas had intended to kill me. I wasn't upset by it in any way. If he'd been successful everything would be over. But I was sure he wouldn't do it. Not in front of Klaus anyway. I was quite sure of that. It was obvious in his pleas unless he was a very good actor. All he'd wanted for so long was to save his daughter from Klaus. Having failed on that aspect he'd settled for at least being able to be with her. Though it seemed she didn't wasn't his company. "Sit down." I frowned and looked to the back of Klaus' head in question. "Yes, you. Sit."
"But-." I began.
"Sit." I was considering whether I should do so when Greta spoke up. Interested and distracted I remained standing, watching and listening in."
"The spell appears to be harmless. There's nothing in the scripture to say otherwise." She stated this almost boredly.
"Can you tell whether the spell your father cast is the very same as the one before you?"
"His magic essence says it is." I didn't know what a magic essence was. But it seemed Jonas had been doing exactly what he said he'd been doing.
"Hmm." Came from Klaus as he turned from Jonas and walked towards me. I tensed because he was extremely angry right now and hadn't taken it out on anything. Or rather anyone. I feared for Jonas. "Can an essence be altered?" He enquired of Greta who'd sat herself on a bed, as he physically sat me down on the chair again. I didn't see what the big deal with me sitting was and exhaled some frustration out through my nose. It earned me a smirk from Klaus who's features had become much less menacing. Still nervous of him I didn't look away and neither did he.
"I would be able to sense it if he had tried to do so." There was a pause in which Klaus and I continued looking at each other.
"Is it safe to perform the pregnancy test, now?"
"Should be." Greta answered. As she began, I tried to catch Jonas' gaze and give him a sympathetic smile. But as he looked on while the magic pregnancy test began he seemed altogether distant so I could only hope I'd get a chance to talk to him before getting ready to go out. He'd been terribly remorseful before for having joined Klaus' ranks because of what he had to do at Klaus' direction concerning me. So that had probably returned. The spell Klaus had wanted done was performed by him. So it would have been non-negotiable. Now that something had possibly gone wrong whatever choice he may or may not have had, still ended in harm to me. While I currently didn't know how much I could trust him. I knew he was a good man. If he didn't intend the spell to affect me like it had, then he'd be feeling doubly horrible about it right now. Perhaps because he should of known better, but who knows? So he wouldn't feel so scrutinised I stopped watching him. But noticed when he stepped around to look through the Grimoire that held the spell he'd cast on me. "Not pregnant." Greta announced after a little while.
"And we still don't know why." Klaus mused aloud looking at me sternly. Raising my eyebrows I shrugged my shoulders slightly.
"You know as much as I do."
"If not more." He finished and smirked before turning away from me to talk to Greta. Arrogant bastard.
Klaus and Greta began talking in low tones and I figured my standing wouldn't be such a problem for Klaus since he was distracted. So I casually stood and stepped over to Jonas.
"Are you alright?" I asked softly. So low that I nearly thought I'd have to repeat myself. He cleared his throat softly.
"Yes. I'll be fine. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." I replied enthusiastically. "Don't worry about me. You were the one on the receiving end of Klaus."
"I didn't know the spell would do that to you. It's supposed to be harmless." He sounded dumbfounded.
"Water under the bridge." I said dismissively, giving him a smile. One he didn't return when he suddenly looked around me and dropped the slightly relieved expression he'd been wearing.
"But not under mine warlock." Great. Klaus had come over. Wedging himself in front of me he snatched the Grimoire from Jonas. "This was the spell?" He asked Jonas. Gesturing to the page Jonas had been focussing on.
"Yes." Peaking around Klaus I watched him tear the page from the Grimoire.
"Hey!-" Burst from my mouth at Klaus' action. It was horrible. A book with such amazing knowledge and he was ripping some from it. Besides. What if that was the only spell for what it's purpose was meant to be? Kind of stupid for Klaus to destroy it.
"No!" Jonas made to grab for the Grimoire. Though logically any alternate force on the book would still have resulted with the page being torn from it. Klaus' next move was lightning fast and his fury seemed to erupt from nowhere. His right hand was curled around Jonas' neck and was squeezing tightly. While his left hand scrunched up the page.
"Greta." The scrunched page burst into flames in his hand a moment later leaving only ash. He'd gotten a witch to destroy their own magic knowledge. Who does that? "Thin. Ice." Klaus growled at Jonas. Punctuating his words with a jolt of his arm and more pressure on Jonas' neck. Who had grabbed at Klaus' wrist and was trying desperately to get free. By the strained look on his face Jonas would have been happy to get some air. I became really scared for him when he started making choking noises. Grabbing Klaus' free arm and trying to pull at him to get him to stop did nothing. His only response was to lower his hand to his pants and rub off the ash. His next move was to send his cleaned fisted hand into Jonas' stomach. Glancing open mouthed at Greta who was doing nothing and showing no concern for her father I opted for jumping on Klaus' back. Wrapping my arms around his neck I gripped hard with my knees at his sides and pulled back as hard as I could.
"Let him go! Klaus! Let him go! Stop it!" I pulled and pulled. But he wasn't letting Jonas go until he decided to. Delivering a few more punches until he was satisfied.
"You're on very thin ice Jonas. From now on you will test any new spells you find for my use on Elena, on your daughter first. Perhaps that will make you more cautious." Releasing Jonas the warlock spluttered and coughed laboriously. Lowering himself to the floor to his hands and knees. Now that he'd been released I began detaching myself from Klaus but he hooked his arms around and under my knees and kept them at his sides. To save myself from falling backwards I held on in my piggy-backed position. "Alright my love. We best leave them to it." He indicated to me.
"But-."
"Elena." He warned in a low voice.
"Let me make sure he's okay." I hissed at his left ear while he began striding to the door. Looking back Jonas was now on his side and breathing out of rhythm.
"He'll be fine. Provided he doesn't repeat his efforts this afternoon."Came his responding murmur at we walked out the door and he shut it behind us. Though this involved him removing an arm from one of my legs I didn't try to hop down. Klaus piggy-backed me along the hallway to our bathroom, ignoring my requests to be put down.
