FIRST OF ALL- I'M SO SORRY! I'm still learning this sight, and just realised I posted my "One-shot" Called "Voicemail" as chapter 9! Thank you for bringing this to my attention! Here is the REAL chapter 9! Sorry for the mix up!
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I pull my feet out of my shoes and tuck them under me on the large couch in the Mikaelson's living room. Watching quietly as Klaus examines Hannah's old book, now lying open in between us. He's propped his feet up on the coffee table, turned towards me as he hunches over the book, resting his arm along the back of the couch.
I watch as his eyes scan the pages quickly, his brows furrowing every so often, his lips moving occasionally along with the words he reads in his head.
"Why does Hannah hate you so much?" His eyes stop following the lines on the page as soon as my words are out.
He looks up at me through his lashes; his eyes seem to be searching for any hidden motive behind my curious question. When he finds none, he looks back to the book, though doesn't continue to read to himself.
"I killed her sister Elizabeth in 1861. She never did forgive me that one." His voice lacks emotion. The way you would speak of a deceased gold-fish he speaks of human life.
I bite my lip, hesitantly, "Why?"
"Collateral damage." He says distractedly, his eyes not leaving the page.
"Why do you do that?" I sit up, my tone turning from curious to angry in a matter of second. This seems to throw him off only slightly.
His eye brow quirks and he can't seem to believe my words.
"My apologise love, I wasn't aware the life of a long dead witch meant so much to you. And again, I hadn't realized you were under the impression my hands were anything less than bloody." The way he's looking at me now has no traces of the humor from before.
I stand, throwing my hands up in frustration.
"I mean how you can go from this gentle, almost human guy one second, to this man who can talk about people he's killed, with less emotional feeling than if he was talking about... pizza toppings!"
"Hundreds and hundreds of years of practice." He smiles up at me from the couch, though it doesn't touch his dark eyes.
"Ugh!" I scoff, and turn towards the door—But he's there, right in front of me.
"You said you would stop running away from me," He's so close I could lift myself on my tiptoes and kiss him, but his expression keeps me from moving closer. His menacing eyes causing me to take a step back, but he follows.
"Now Sweetheart, break this down for me, because you're mind is a maze I have yet to master. At what point should I begin to lie about my past as to not cause you to flee from my presence after every conversation?"
"I don't want you to lie! All I was is just a little bit of reassurance that there is just one personality in there!" I jab hard at his chest.
He catches my hand in his, capturing it there between us.
"Need I remind you, I'm not Tyler." He spits these words at me, and I feel my lungs deflate as he roughly drops my hand from his and turns his back to me.
"What is that supposed to mean?" My voice is high pitched and angry—unable to hold back the shock his words pulsed through me. When did Tyler come into this conversation?
"It means that you have expectations," He copies my hand gesture as he throws his in the air out of frustration. "I am not a young boy with a crush, Caroline, and I will not stand here and be told things that you do and don't want from me!" He turns back now, his face showing the smallest sign of the writhing hybrid underneath. "I will not be tested."
We stand in silence, staring at each other as I try and remember this morning, and how I felt when he showed up on my porch. But right now, only anger pumps through my veins.
"You're impossible! Why do you have to make loving you such a chore!" I run a hand through my hair, feeling it stick up a little, but not caring enough to fix it.
"I will not stand here and let you lecture me of my past—you know exactly nothing of my life before this pathetic town—"
"Yeah because you never open up to me! Or anyone—"
"I have shown you everything!" His voice rises to a deafening level, severing any train of thought I might have had to follow those words.
"I have been more alive, more open, more human," He turns his narrowed eyes back to me now; I can practically feel the icy cool stare from across the room. He says the last word with such disdain... "I've given you more, than I've given anyone, since I've become what I am."
We stare at each other, for an immeasurable amout of time. Seconds tick past, his eyes don't change from that ominous look,
I press my hands to my forehead, feeling a headache beginning at my temples. "Fine, you know... Maybe we were right, this couldn't possibly work." I push past him, slamming into his shoulder as I attempt to storm out of the room.
And then he's grabbing me and pulling me back so fast I open my mouth to shriek is surprise that's silenced by his mouth crashing down on mine fervently. His hands grasping at my waist, sliding down lower to rest on my hips, pulling me flush against him. It takes me a few moments to register the change in the atmosphere.
My lips return his passion without my permission. My entire body bursting into flame before I have the chance to call back the anger I felt for him only seconds ago. Damn his hypnotic touch.
"Wait," I say against his mouth, trying to pull myself away and catch my breath. Not wanting to put distance between us, but knowing that if I don't I will lose all the fuel for this fight that still needs to be finished.
Just as I've put a few inches between us, we're against the back wall at vampire speed, glass in a nearby picture frame breaking with the impact; and our bodies are so close I can't tell where I stop and he begins.
"Now I know you like to control everything," He whispers breathlessly against my lips, an edge of frustration lingering in his voice, "but this game of cat and mouse stopped being fun a few years ago Sweetheart." His hand slips down my arm and his fingers lace through mine, bringing it against the wall beside my ear. Pressing his body into me.
I lean in, my lips brush against his frustratingly soft, before he's leaning away.
I scowl as he stares into my eyes, glancing at my lips teasingly, never closing the gap. Our breath mixing together between us, hot, making me lean in involuntarily, his other hand comes up to my cheek, holding me there against the wall tentatively.
I feel my brow furrow at his resistance, before I see his mouth twitch in that familiar smug way.
"Infuriating isn't it." He leans in, drawing a line with his nose, up my jaw to my temple, "Someone else taking charge," his breath is hot against my ear, my eyes drift closed as I feel his teeth vaguely graze my earlobe, causing my stomach to jump into my throat, and a shaking breath to escape my lips. "Being totally and completely powerless.. to act on any desire you may have..." His lips move against my throat as he speaks now, cause my cheeks to flush with the blood pumping hard in my veins.
Finally bringing his mouth close to mine, he places the slightest kiss on the corner of my mouth.
"Torture." He pauses, staring at me, before leaning close, easing my lips apart slightly with his own, and capturing my bottom lip with his. I feel his fangs drop for a second, gliding across the soft skin of my lip, not breaking the skin; the gentlest graze of his most dangerous weapon, somehow making me tingle with wanting. A shudder rolls through my body, as I kiss him back, sliding my hands against his stomach, my fingers explore the strip of bare skin between his shirt him, and belt; my thumbs gliding across the waist of his jeans.
And then I feel something against my finger tips, the feeling of a cell phone vibration.
A frustrated groan escapes him as he lets his head fall to my shoulder, both of us gasping for air.
His phone vibrates in his back pocket twice more before I quickly slide my hand in and pull it out and check the screen. He's obviously in no hurry to speak to whoever's on the other line.
The caller's name and number is blocked
Klaus takes it from me, pulling away only slightly, keeping me captive between himself and the wall.
"Rebekah what an entirely unwelcome surprise," He speaks into the receiver, annoyance plain in his voice.
"Touchy, touchy. Just thought you'd want to know who's at the grill right now..." His sisters smug voice captures his attention enough that I'm able to duck under his arm, snatching my jacket off of the floor; I must have dropped it in the heat of the moment. I slip my arms through it, and look back to where he's now listening intently to Rebekah's words.
But it's not her voice I hear on the phone now. I frown as the deep voice registers with me, and I tune in my hearing to listen.
"Elijah," Klaus almost groans, meeting my eyes for a moment before turning and planting a heavy punch to the fireplace mantle, a good sized dent is left behind.
"Forget about me brother?" Elijah sounds as calm as ever, though his words sound menacing.
"What brings you back into town? I thought after we'd spoken to Hannah you'd be halfway around the world by now—seeing as the old witch hates you almost as much as myself." He walks over to the bar, pouring a tumbler of whiskey—his liquor of choice I'm beginning to learn; taking a long swig before continuing, "After all, I only told you where to find her." His voice getting low, and somehow darker, "You were the one who drove the stake through her heart..."
An odd way to kill a witch. That sounds more like how you would kill a...
When I look up at him in shock, he's looking back at me, watching my eyes change as I put the puzzle pieces together.
Klaus didn't take Elizabeth's life, Elijah did.
Klaus turned her into a vampire.
"Come have a drink with me, for old time's sake." Elijah's tone sounds comically light, in the context of the conversation. Almost as if he really is just inviting his brother out for a drink. "That is unless you are too busy with Miss Forbes..." Elijah's words make it obvious he knows more about the two of us than I originally thought...
"Take a cold shower brother, I'll see you soon." And when Elijah hangs up, Klaus is actually left speechless.