SWEET KISSES FROM RUSSIA
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
From: Lovely Vero
Disclaimer: This story is, and will always be, a fiction story, that is coming from the imagination of the author. It is not a bibliography of the author or any of the readers, neither a story that is exploring your own experience in life. It is not meant to be informative or to represent the perception or opinion of the author about the subject at hands in her own private life; it is not an encyclopedia, or a medical reference. It is only a fiction, the characters are fictional, and the story should be taken as such and not be mistaken with the private life of the readers, or any of their personal experiences. Thank you.
Writer's note: Due to the delicate subject, in some parts of this chapter that could seem abusive to some, please read with warning. Thank you.
Previous on Sweet kisses from Russia …
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"I'm sorry … I don't know what came to me … I'm scare, Elijah." She confessed, honestly. "What is happening between us, that was not in the plan ….I mean, I'm… I'm not used to give my trust to a man … I'm not used to feel secure in a man's arms. I've been hurt too many times before, and this contract was finally setting boundaries into my life…No strings attach."
Elijah grabbed Katerina's chin in his right hand, before drowning his sight in hers.
"Who cares about the contract? There's no more signed papers between us, beautiful. If I could, I would gladly rip those forms in pieces, but because of the immigration I can't do it. As of now, there's just a man and a woman who feel extremely happy to be in each other presence, can we settle this subject for good now? Can you give us a chance?" Elijah asked her. "I know you're scare, and I know that you've been hurt, Katerina. I'm everything but a fool … And, to tell you the truth, I'm scare too… Can we be scare together?" He questioned more, with a timid smile, before brushing her lips with his.
She moaned under the soft pressure of his lips touching hers, before raising her arms around his neck, while giving the unspoken permission to intensify his kiss.
"You're the woman that I wanted all my life; I'm not even close to let you go." He murmured, before sliding his manly lips on the left side of her neck, while cupping the soft roundness or her breasts underneath the opened panel of her night gown.
She let out a loud cry, while closing her eyes and grabbing a hand full of his tangled dark hair.
"You're mine!" He murmured with his lips in top of her trembling ones, before crashing his mouth back on Katerina's, while raising on his legs and carrying her toward their upstairs suite.
(…)
"I don't want you to see another man naked in this work shop." Klaus responded, in an ordering and firm tone of voice.
"That … That's what I thought, and I won't … I'll go to the school then, and assist at one of the models' session." She replied,
"You won't need to do that…." Klaus replied.
"What? Why?" Carolina replied, while turning abruptly on herself, before freezing all her movements, under a stage of intense shock, her right hand raised in front of her mouth to mute the cry that would get out of her lips otherwise.
In front of her sight, her husband was standing as naked as the day that he was born!
"Because … I believe you have everything that you need at home to paint this white canvas." He smirked, while pointing his hands toward his crotch area. "And even more if I may say myself." He added, scoffer. "Now, because it's headless, nobody will need to know that it's your husband that you've painted naked, but I won't be held responsible for the envy it will create among you classmates, do we have a deal, Love?"
Chapter 14
"Peek-a-boo!"
"Oh….I …" Carolina let out those two single words, before frantically turning her back at Klaus, with her right hand still raised over her mouth, and the other on her rising beating heart.
"I thought…I mean….That it would be the perfect solution if I was your model?" Klaus explained, while fixing the back of his wife.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, Mikaelson! He tempered into silence his private thoughts, on the growing rage directed at his present behavior, before closing his fists in anger.
He had thought in the splurge of the moment that undressing himself in front of Carolina would show her is willingness to drop his thick walls in her presence, to slowly uncover his troubled soul. But once again, he had been insensitive to the fact that his present nudity would bring back to her a set of bad memories.
Carolina turned slowly on herself, before taking a quick glimpse at Klaus.
"No, I'm still naked, Love." He sighed, while shaking his head. "Nothing has unfortunately changed for you."
"Oh…" She exclaimed the sound, while turning her back at him, once more. "I can see that… I …"
"I'll dress myself… It was obviously a bad idea!" He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth. Anger mostly directed against himself.
"No!" She exclaimed, while suddenly turning on herself to face Klaus, her right hand raised in negation. "I'm … I'm fine." She nodded. "I'm ok with the idea." She added, with flushed cheeks, while keeping her sight locked with her husband's. "Thank you … I mean for suggesting it."
"You don't look fine." He shook his head. "And I did not suggest it; I shoved it into your throat!"
"I… You just….You just took me by surprise, nothing more, like you always do." She admitted, shyly, while crossing her arms in front of her chest. "And … And it's not necessarily a bad thing."
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention." He presented his sincere apologies. "I'm…. I'm a wild animal, Carolina…. I'm even dangerous to myself, most of the time." He let out this admission, while swallowing a lump in his throat.
"Wild animal needs understanding too, I suppose." She shrugged, with a timid smile appearing on her lips, before slowly sliding her sight from his large, manly shoulders, to his muscular chest and arms, to the eyes catching V-line on his pelvic bones, and lower … Much lower … When she kept her eyes, and flushed cheeks, a bit longer than necessary, before finishing her descent on his legs.
"You like what you see, Love?" He asked, uncontrollably, and against his best judgement.
Damn it, Mikaelson! Here you go again! He closed his eyes, while biting the inside of his cheeks.
"What is there to not like?" She blushed a bit more, before grabbing a charcoal pencil with her shaking right hand. "I… I meant … "She stammered, under her mislead words, and while raising her left hand on her heated cheek. "It is more than obvious that you have the right "package" for me to paint." She sank herself a bit more.
Klaus arched a surprised eyebrow, with a smile slowly twisting the corners of his lips. She was, obviously, appreciating the view.
"And … That is not what I meant either." She exclaimed, under her jerky breaths, while trying to catch air into her lungs.
"Carolina, calm down…Look at me, Love!" Klaus suggested.
She raised her eyes slowly at him, over the easel, while hyper-ventilating under her shortness of breaths.
"I don't want to put you in that state of awkwardness and discomfort." He shook his head. "I …I mean…" He stammered himself. "I wanted to help you in your art project, and … I obviously did it the wrong way…Fuck, me and my ideas!" He swore between his teeth.
"Well, I can't necessarily control what I feel!" She busted, while shaking her head and hands. "You … You shake me in the deepness of my soul, you put down the walls that I have erected around me, you … You make me lose my breath more time than you could imagine and you being dressed or naked… It is not changing much… You make me blush, and you make me stammer my sentences, and my hands are always sweaty and shaking in your presence and my heart is pounding in my chest." She, frantically, exposed her feelings to her husband. "Now, can I paint you?" She asked, out of breaths, while fixating her white canvas in shame of her own admission.
Klaus stood motionless for a few seconds, while fixating his sight on her standing position behind the easel.
"Since when…" He managed to let the words out of his mouth. "Since when do you feel this way?" He asked, while rubbing his sweaty hands.
She lowered her sight, before closing her eyes and taking an additional breath into her lungs.
"Since the meeting at the agency … The meeting we had on the webcam." She confessed more, while blenching, and starting to trace the first lines on her canvas.
A tornado of intense emotions took Klaus by surprise, left under unspoken questions that couldn't be answer in this present time and in these present conditions. He wouldn't push his wife to admit more at the moment, already she was obviously fighting her feelings over this admission of hers.
"Ok, don't worry about it." He nodded, while swallowing a lump in his throat. "How do you want me to pose, sweetheart?" He asked, under his flushed cheeks.
Mikaelson! When was the last time you've ever blushed?Almost never! He tried to control himself, while biting into his bottom lip.
"Just bend your right leg and keep your sight in front of you, toward the windows." She suggested. "It's distracting me when you're looking right in my direction." She added, honestly.
"Can we talk … At least?" He demanded.
"Yes." She replied, while concentring on her drawing technic.
"Did you acknowledge your feelings or was it unknown to you at that moment." He asked, unable to drop the subject.
She raised her sight at her husband, while noticing that he was keeping his sight on the windows.
"I pushed them away from my mind." She responded, honestly.
"So, when did you acknowledge them, then?" He pushed the note a little bit further.
"When…" She started, before closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath into her lungs. "I acknowledged them, when you left … When you left me." She whispered her answer.
Klaus closed his eyes, while trying to control this unbearable urge to walk toward his wife to kiss her lips like they have never been kissed before. But he knew, instinctively, that if he was acting on his impulses of possessing her, it would probably scare her more than anything.
"Thank you for telling me." He simply nodded his head.
"You're welcome." She replied, suddenly left under a sentiment of peace and acceptance.
"My dear Carolina, I saw that the lights in the workshop were still opened, and I thought that you would appreciate a warm cup of milk before heading to bed." Maria exclaimed, with a smile, while entering the room and holding the cup of milk in her right hand, before finally facing Klaus, and blenching under her son naked sight. "Dear Lord Jesus!" She exclaimed, in shock, with the warm liquid spreading all over the wall and concrete floor.
"Peek-a-boo, Maria!" Klaus saluted, mocker, while waving his right hand at her.
"Oh!" She added, while turning her back and raising one hand over her eyes. "Mister Klaus… I swear I had no idea that you … I mean that you were …" She tried to explain, while stammering the words. What was he doing exactly?
"That I was standing naked in my workshop while helping my wife achieved her art project?" He mocked his mother, a little bit more, while taking a quick glimpse at Caroline who had taken a sitting position on the stool, with her right hand placed over her mouth, while fixating the maid.
"Yes, I had no idea of what you've just said!" Maria shortened her explanation, with his obvious help.
"You couldn't have known!" Klaus replied, while walking toward a table to grab an old sheet, before enrolling the fabric around his hips. "I'm decent, you can turn around, though, I'm sure it's nothing that you haven't seen before?"
"What?" Both Maria and Carolina exclaimed in shock, while turning their sight toward him.
"I meant it … That Maria must have had a few lovers in her life?" Klaus raised an eyebrow, dumbfounded. "She is a very beautiful woman, why not? What do you think I meant, Love?"
"Nothing…." They both replied, simultaneously.
"Ok, then…" Klaus replied, while frowning, incredulous.
"This conversation … It's highly inappropriate, Mister Klaus, but … You're right; I presume I've seen my share of naked men in my life." Maria replied, with flushed cheeks, while taking a quick glimpse at Carolina, before nervously rubbing her hands together. "I … I will leave this workshop before this moment get more awkward than it already is for all parties involved." She replied, before turning on her heels, and directing her walk toward the exit.
"Maria?" Carolina called.
"Yes, Mrs. Carolina?" She replied, before turning her sight toward the young woman.
"Thank you for the milk it was a nice attention." She thanked Klaus's mother, with a smile spreading on her face.
"You're welcome." Maria replied. "Enjoy your art session with your husband." She added, while winking at the young woman, before living the room. "Good night, Mister Klaus."
"Good night, Maria!" He replied, smiling.
A silence suddenly filled the room, for a few seconds, before being broke by both of their laughter, in perfect synchronized echoes.
"I think you have scared the poor woman for life." Carolina giggled through her sentence.
"I have been known to scare women, make their hands sweaty and their heartbeats rise dangerously into their chests." He repeated her own say, while reaching Carolina's position in front of her canvas.
Carolina lowered her flushed cheeks away from his insistent gaze.
"It's not bad." Klaus said, honestly, while looking at her first drawing draft. "You just need to soften the contour lines of the shoulders."
"Ok" She nodded, smiling, and so proud of hearing his thoughts on her work. "I… I will head straight to bed now." She added. "I have an early class tomorrow…Maybe we could continue later this week?"
"Sure." Klaus nodded himself. "Good night, Carolina."
She rose on her legs, while grabbing a few personal items, before walking toward the exit of the workshop and suddenly holding her pace.
"Maybe … Maybe you want to sleep in "our" suite with me tonight?" She proposed, with a shaking voice, while turning her back at her husband, before storming out of the room.
Klaus stood motionless in the middle of the room, with his eyes closed. That woman shook the roots of his life like no other woman before her.
Elijah pushed the entrance door of their bedroom suite, while carrying Katerina in his arms, before slamming the panel with a strong quick of his right foot.
"I can walk you know?" Katerina murmured, while raising her head from its resting position on his left shoulder, before locking her sight with her husband's.
"I know you can, but I like carrying you in my arms, Katerina." Elijah replied, while pushing the door of the bedroom, before directing his walking steps toward the bed.
"It makes me uncomfortable, I'm probably too heavy?" She protested.
"You're as light as a feather!" He replied, while softly kissing her forehead.
"I doubt it; I have breasts and a huge butt!" She complained.
Elijah leaned his head before bursting into laughter.
"Oh believe me; Katerina, my eyes and hands have noticed your delightful charms!" He replied, before dropping her on the bed.
"Hey!" She exclaimed. "If it's rough that you want, you should have asked for such, before hands!" She teased him, before raising herself on her knees.
"I should ask, really?" Elijah commented her say, while smirking and frantically opening the buttons of his man shirt, before standing chest naked in front of her sight, with the fabric being dropped on the wooden floor in a matter of seconds. "The problem is that I don't ask, woman, I take!" He added, before encircling his left arm around her waist and pulling the young woman in a frontal collision with his bare and muscular chest.
She let out a small cry of surprise out of her mouth, before slowly raising her sight in his dark eyes, while nervously biting her bottom lip.
"You… You make… You make me nervous, Elijah." She stammered the words. "I'm not used to experience these feelings."
"In which way… I would never hurt you, Katerina, I hope you know that?" He promised, while sliding a strand of her hair behind her right ear.
"No, I know you wouldn't … I'm just… I'm just so attracted to you." She confessed, while lowering her flushed cheeks. "I feel these little butterflies in my stomach."
"And that is a problem?" Elijah arched an eyebrow in surprise.
"Yes, because you could, perhaps, turn this advantage against me one day." She confessed more, while feeling ashamed of her private thoughts and present admission.
"That is not who I am, beautiful." He promised, while shaking his head, before grabbing her chin to lock his sight in hers. "Forget the past, there were no men before me, and there will be none after me as well."
She nodded, while trying to give her husband the benefit of the doubt, before pushing herself away from his embrace, under his speechless expression.
"I want you…God, Elijah; I want you so much!" She murmured, while grabbing, with her shaking hands, the belt of her dressing gown, untying the knot and opening both sides, before letting the silk fabric slide on her naked body.
Elijah kneeled in front of Katerina, while encircling her waist and resting his head on her belly, before sliding his lips, in a trail of fire, on her skin.
"Ohhh…" She let out the sounds of pleasure, while sliding her fingers in the thickness of his hair, before feeling her legs trembling under his intense and pleasurable caresses.
"You're trembling?" Elijah asked, concerned, while rising on his feet.
"I'm sorry." She apologized, with tears filling her eyes.
"Tsk, Tsk … Don't be." He replied, before blessing her lips of a sweet kiss. "Lay on the bed." He ordered her, softly.
She did as his wish, while closing her eyes, under her trembling lashes, before hearing Elijah undress of his remaining clothes. She suddenly felt his weight on the mattress, before feeling the softness of his lips slide on her swollen and hard breasts, in a mix of licking, kissing and biting their erected nipples.
"Oh please Elijah!" She begged him, while raising her pelvic. He hands finding her way back into his tangled hair.
"What do you want, Katerina… Further down?" He suggested, while smirking and being in control of this sensual game.
"Just a little bit..." She replied, while biting her bottom lip.
He lowered his lips from her breasts to the soft skin of her belly, before descending a little bit lower … Where a trail of hair welcomed his descent.
"Here?" He whispered sensually, while driving the young woman mad with desire.
"Elijah!" She let out a cry, while squirming underneath him. "A little bit more…"
"Just there then…Katerina" He smiled, before testing the sweet taste of her arousal.
The small creaking sound of the mattress startled Carolina, while waking her up at the same time. She had fallen asleep for a few minutes, after turning and turning, ceaselessly, in the marital bed for a good hour, in hope that he would come. She rolled on herself, before facing the piercing stare of her husband in the penumbra of their bedroom. He was lying on his right side, with his hand tucked underneath the pillow.
Klaus had entered the bedroom, in silence, and on his tip toes, before undressing and sliding himself under the blankets and the sheet, while only wearing as clothes, a pair of black boxer.
"I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, Carolina?" He whispered, while letting out a deep sigh. "I mean … You've suggested?"
"I wouldn't have invited you to sleep with me, if … If I wasn't ready to have you by my side for the entire night." She replied, in a murmur.
"Good night then." Klaus wished her, while turning his body on a complete lying position, before closing his eyes.
"Klaus?" She called, softly.
"Mm…" He mumbled, half-asleep.
"Can I … I mean … Can I touch you?" She asked, under her raising heartbeats.
Klaus opened his eyes widely, left under the shock of her question.
"I mean…Without you touching me back?" She added, under a shortness of breaths.
Klaus reclosed his eyes, before nodding his head in a silent agreement addressed to his wife. What was she doing? More than a certainty, she was trying to kill him!
The soft touch of her fingers firstly caressed the length of his right arm, while rising from the strong palm of his hand, to his wrist, in an upward motion toward his shoulder; sliding on the hollow, before rising on his neck and chin. Carolina passed the back of her right hand on his jaw line, while feeling the tickling of his facial hair on her skin.
Klaus suddenly, and unexpectedly, grabbed her delicate wrist before pressing his manly lips on her soft and perfumed skin, where the blood was pumping in her blue vein, and the beats of her heart were rising dangerously under his touch. Furthermore, he kissed each tip of her fingers before sliding her hand back on his chest.
Carolina has closed her eyes, while being left under intense emotions too strong to handle, with as complement, a range of shivers that were taking her body in hostage. She felt the softness of his manly skin underneath her fingers, before slowly circling her palm on his chest, lower on his pectoral. These tender and erotic touches accompanied by the loud sounds of her heavy breaths and the moaning of her sexual arousal. She finally lowered her hand on his pelvic bones, while touching his V-line, before playing with the soft trail of hair … Just above….
"If I die under your touch, I'll die a happy man." Klaus whispered, in a trembling voice.
Carolina startled at the sound of her husband's voice, before removing her hands like she had been burned by an intense fire. What was she doing?
"Thank you" She murmured, before rolling on herself, before lying with her back turned at his sight. "Good night!"
"Good night, Love." Klaus responded, with a smile blessing his lips.
Klaus was hopeful … It was more than yesterday, and a step forward on tomorrow….
In the middle of the night, Elijah got down the majestic staircase of his London mansion, while whistling and being only dressed of a pair of boxer, with the biggest smile plastered on his lips. Yes, he felt free and adventurous!
He would probably make a stop at the kitchen first, before going down in the basement cellar to grab both a bag a blood and a bottle of wine. Yes, he also knew that this effervescence would probably be ephemeral and that sooner than later, Katerina would finally learn what he was hiding from her, but for tonight, and since many centuries, he was giving himself the right to be happy.
He turned to the right while taking the corridor that was leading him toward the kitchen, before holding his pace at the swinging door being opened before his eyes.
Maria stepped outside, while carrying a cup of a camomile tea in her hands. She had obviously been insomniac for the major part of the night, and she was hoping that this comforting beverage would calm her tormented mind.
"Oh dear Lord!" She exclaimed, for the second time in row, in the time space of a few hours, before jumping at Elijah's semi-naked view, while dropping a few drops of camomile on the marble floor. "Mister Mikaelson! Sir … I had no idea?!" She stammered the words, while raising her right hand over her eyes. What in the name of God was happening in this house? Was it the night of: "You'll see both of your sons naked", tonight? She wondered in her private thoughts.
Elijah acted promptly, while hiding himself behind a large and high plant that was placed in a decorative brass pot in the middle of the corridor.
"I'm behind the plant, Maria; you can open your eyes, now!" He suggested, while rolling his eyes at the worst bad luck that he could have encountered. He had never wandered around in the mansion undressed before, and the night he had decided to get to the kitchen in his underwear, at three O'clock in the morning, he had to encounter not only his maid … But his amnesic mother!
Maria opened apart two of her fingers to take "peak-a-boo" glimpse at her son, before lowering her hand.
"I'm deeply sorry, I came to the kitchen for a camomile tea, and I had no idea that you were … That you were … What are you doing, exactly, Sir?" She asked, dumbfounded.
"I was walking toward the kitchen to make myself a snack." Elijah replied, while pushing a few leafs in front of his pubic area. "Can we have this conversation, let say tomorrow morning, Maria?" He replied, with flushed cheeks.
"This is without a doubt the best offer I've received tonight, Mister Mikaelson." She replied, while passing near the plant and avoiding to look in her son's direction. "Good night!"
"Good night, Maria." Elijah replied, while letting out a sigh of relief, before slowly stepping away from the plant.
"Mister Mikaelson?" She asked, without turning her head and sight toward him.
"Yes, Maria?" He stepped back behind the plant.
"The snack is it for you or does it include your wife?" She questioned, scoffer.
"Good night, Maria!" He ordered, smirking.
Maria walked away, with a smile plastered on her face, and while knowing the answer of her question.
Elijah entered the bedroom suite, while carrying two bottles of wine, two glasses, and a platter of cheeses and fruits.
Katerina raised her upper body in a sitting position on the bed, while keeping the sheet firmly placed over her chest.
"I'm famished!" She exclaimed, with a timid smile, while passing a hand through her tangled hair. "What took you so long?"
Elijah put the bottles of wine and glasses on a dresser, and the silver platter on the bedspread.
"I've encountered Maria." He replied, while lowering his sight away from his wife.
"Dressed as you are now?" Katerina replied, with wide opened eyes, before raising her hand over her mouth to silence her laughter. "You must have scared the poor woman to death?!"
"Don't you dare laugh at me, Katerina!" He pointed a finger in her direction, as a warning. "I encountered real danger to bring you food in this suite." He added, mocker.
"Ok! I'll hold my laugher for now." She giggled. "And thank you, I am really hungry at the moment."
"So am I!" He whispered, seductively, while lowering his upper body near his wife's, before grabbing her chin and capturing her lips.
"Mm…" She moaned sounds of pleasure, while strengthening her right arm to grab a raisin, before subtly sliding the juicy fruit between Elijah's lips. "I meant: food, you pervert man!" She explained, smiling, while lowering her body to grab a piece of cheese.
"I meant food also, beautiful … Another kind of food." He smirked, while sliding his knees on the bed, before placing himself behind her naked back, with his hands encircling her waist.
"There's an expression in Russia: If you are not nourishing your woman how can you expect her to have sex with you?" Katerina mumbled, while devouring her food.
"You totally made up this expression, Katerina." Elijah smirked, while lowering his lips on the hollow of her left shoulder, before sliding them on her neck, with his hands pulling the sheet down her chest.
"I need to eat, because you're taking all my strength away." She protested, while biting full teeth into a strawberry. "You're insatiable, Elijah Mikaelson!" She added, smirking.
Elijah pushed the sheet on her waist, before raising his hands on her breasts, while cupping their roundness, and rubbing their hard tips with his thumbs.
"I need to nourish myself too." He complained, smirking, before sliding his hands down her hips, while rubbing the evidence of his sexual appetite for her, on Katerina's lower back.
"Oh, Elijah …" She murmured his name, while lowering her head on his chest, before closing her eyes. "I thought you would be bored by me as of now." She confessed, while trembling under his sensual assault. "And, that you would want to get rid of me?"
"Shh…. Oh Katerina, Katerina … You have bewitched me, woman … I'm under your spell, I want to possess you all the time…You're all mine." He murmured, his lips nibbling on her right earlobe.
"Take me, take me now!" She ordered her husband, her lover … Under her heavy breaths.
"Yes, yes…" He mumbled, incoherently, lost in the powerful spell she had over him, while pushing Katerina's back forward, her hips and rear elevated for his erotic pleasure.
Elijah liberated his hard erection from its clothes imprisonment, while slowly sliding his hardness in her narrow and humid core, before gently bending his muscular body on her back in a lying position, while pushing in and out of her wetness in powerful and profound thrusts, until hearing a cry from his wife's lips, when their sexual peak came to appease their mutual fire.
Early morning in Paris, France … Les Champs-Élyssées
Rebekah grabbed the small knife in her right hand, before sliding its blade on the savoury butter placed on a crystal platter on the immaculate tablecloth of the Bistro Café "Chez Jacques", located on the Champs-Élyssées, in Paris.
She hummed a popular and old French song, while spreading the yellow and salty butter on her French croissant that had just come out of the oven.
"Mademoiselle Mikaelson? Everything is at your "satisfaction"?" The owner of the chic bistro addressed himself to the Original, with his strong French accent, before placing an additional basket of fresh chocolate croissants in front of the young woman's eyes. "I brought you a few extra "au chocolat"."
"Mm… C'est parfait Jacques! It's simply my guilty pleasure for the "petit-déjeuner"." She replied after biting into the fresh piece of buttered pastry.
"I know you too well, Mademoiselle Mikaelson." Jacques replied, while winking at her. "Do you need anything else?"
"Non merci… It's simply divine this way!" She replied, a smile spreading from ear to ear, while swaying happily on her chair.
"Bon appétit Mademoiselle Mikaelson." He wished Rebekah, before making a reverence, and leaving her side.
"Merci!" She replied, before grabbing the handle of her "café au lait" cup, while enjoying the warmth of the sun caressing her cheeks, comfortably sitting at the bistro terrace.
"Isn't it the most beautiful spring day in Paris, today? But not as beautiful as you, of course." Rebekah heard this recognizable voice in her ears. She winced with disdain, while lowering her cup on the table, before seeing Stefan Salvatore take a sitting position in front of her own. "Good morning sunshine!" The vampire saluted the blonde bombshell, before strengthening his right arm to grab one croissant in the basket.
"You touch one of my croissants and you're dead, Salvatore!" She warned him, slyly, before entering her knife in Stefan's right hand.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed, while slowly pulling the knife out of the opened wound under his grunts.
"Now can you give me my knife back, please … I'm famished?" She demanded, with her right opened palm presented in front of his sight.
"There!" He growled some more, while dropping the knife in her hand.
She brought it to her lips, before licking the trail of blood on its blade.
"Mm … It's tasty!" She said seductively, with a pernicious smile plastered on her lips.
"You're still as sharp as a shark in the morning as I can see?!" Stefan replied, sharply, while licking his opened wound to close the wound.
"You know the solution, right? You could simply leave?" She suggested, while tilting her head, before biting full teeth into another croissant. "I'm surprised that you remember what kind of mood I have in the morning, Salvatore?" She added, with a raised eyebrow. "I thought your only interest in life stopped at the knowledge of products you were using on your hair?"
"Very funny, Rebekah, but you'll know that I remember everything about you awaking up in my arms, after a night of passion." Stefan responded, seductively, while a smile twisting the corners of his lips.
The Originals startled at the vampire say, before lowering her flushed cheeks away from his insistent gaze.
"That is very peculiar, Salvatore, only for the fact that you can't stand me, and the feeling is so beyond mutual?" She replied, tit for tat.
"Good memories die hard I presume?" He added, while shrugging his shoulders.
Rebekah buried her face in the large cup of coffee, while taking a quick glimpse at the young vampire. It was more than obvious that Stefan was playing with her feelings to lure her into trusting this fake declaration of sincerity, but why?
"Now that you have made your obvious walk into memory lane, could you leave me to my peaceful breakfast, please?" She asked, before lowering her cup on the table.
"I'm actually heading back to England, I was wondering if we could travel together?" He asked the blonde, with a seductive smile plastered on his face.
"Well, now that you put it this way…" She paused, while raising her sight at the blue sky. "Pushing you off a plane at thousands of feet in the air, could be enjoyable!" She added, with the brightest smile appearing on her face.
Bitch! Stefan though, while biting the inside of his cheeks. How it was even possible that he had been attributed the mission of being his watch dog during this vampire apocalypse?
"Well, if it gives me the chance to be by your side only for a short glimpse of a moment, I'll fall into air a happy man." Stefan replied, with an angelic smile on his face.
"Oh, the need to throw up is suddenly unbearable!" She winced, while shaking her shoulders. "Cut the crap would you? Have the decency to tell me why you're obviously stalking me in Paris?"
"I'm not stalking you; Rebekah, I was in Paris for business since a couple of days." He replied, while shrugging.
"How strange is that fact of yours?" She titled her head, smirking, and with an arched eyebrow. "My brother Kol just called me a few minutes ago, and he mentioned to me that he had bumped into you yesterday, in London?"
Fuck! Salvatore mumbled the word in silence and in his mind, while closing his fists in anger, under the tablecloth. He would personally make Kol pay for this!
"You perfectly know that your brother and I are not the best of friends." Stefan replied, while letting a sigh of annoyance. "He's obviously lying through his teeth."
"It's funny, only for the fact that we are not best of friends either, Stefan." She replied, while rising on her legs.
"Mademoiselle, Monsieur." Jacques approached the table, while saluting both of them.
"Jacques could you be so kind to put all the remaining "croissants" into a small box, I'll take them to feed the pigeons?" She asked the French man.
"Oui, oui … Of course, Mademoiselle, tout de suite!" Jacques replied, while grabbing the baskets.
"And if there are breadcrumbs left; give them to my friends Stefan, here." She added, perniciously, while grabbing her handbag. "Tata mon ami!" She added to the vampire, while waving her fingers, before following the owner inside the bistro.
Great! Now he had to follow this "bitch" in a "stalker" way in the streets of Paris! Kol Mikaelson would hear an ear full of his mind, he thought, while fuming in silence.
"You've reached "God" how may I help you?" Kol responded to his cellphone, in a pretentious tone of voice.
"Now, I've never send my fist in the face of God, but there's always a first!" Salvatore busted into the Original's ears.
"My friend Salvatore, this is a nice and unexpected surprise!" Kol mocked openly, while pushing the entrance door of the art school.
"Cut the crap, Mikaelson, you know perfectly well why I am calling you?" Stefan replied, slyly.
"Oh why is that, sweetheart, you were missing me too much?"Kol giggled.
"Very funny, hilarious actually… You've plunged a dagger in my back while warning "her" that I was on her trail." Stefan mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"Chill Salvatore, what got your underwear in a twist? Oh wait, when you say "her", do you mean my sister?" Kol asked, while smirking.
"I swear Mikaelson, the moment I am back in England, you better run before I get my grip on your neck!" Stefan warned him.
"She gave you a bit of a challenge and hard time, did she?" Kol asked, while knowing perfectly the answer.
"Fuck Kol! You purposely told her that I was in London the day before, now she knows that I am on her trail! Are you retarded or what? Never mind, don't answer that question, I know the answer." Stefan asked, while pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. "Are you trying to put your sister in danger?"
"You're giving so little faith to my sister ability to take care of herself, that I'm highly disturbed to hear about it…And I am sure she would also if she knew the low opinion that you obviously have of her." Kol added fuel to the fire.
"Kol for God sake, I've already lost her, she had run through my fingers, damn it!" Stefan exploded.
Kol broke out laughing, while leaning his head back.
"You go sister!" He exclaimed, while scattering the school corridors.
"I don't find this particularly funny!" Stefan added, while taking a deep breath into his lungs.
"Listen Salvatore; don't tell me that you thought for a second that I would make your life easier, by helping you with my sister?" Kol asked the vampire.
"Well, considering that it's "you" who should be her watch dog, I think it's "me" who's making your life easier?" Stefan responded, tit for tat.
Kol stopped in the middle of a corridor, before frowning at the vampire's say.
"Damn Salvatore, for once I think you're right." He shrugged. "Don't make it a habit would you?"
"Listen smart ass, I need to find her! I went to her "pied-à-terre" and she had already left." Stefan informed.
"Try the airport; she is probably trying to by-pass you by leaving early." Kol replied, before raising his head, with a sudden smile blessing his lips… His dream girl was presenting her angelic self in front of his sight.
"Kol, Kol … For god sake?" Stefan mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, before closing his cellphone. This son of a bitch had hung up on him!
Kol took a rapid look of his own reflection in a plexi-glass, while moistening the tip of his fingers to brush his undisciplined hair.
He finally rushed toward the exotic bombshell, while pushing on the side walls the few poor souls that were placed in front of his walking path.
"Hello beautiful." He saluted, while reaching her side and lowering his head near hers, before crossing his hands behind his back.
Bonnie turned her head, before taking a quick glimpse at the intruder.
"Oh…" She winced, disdainfully. "It's you!" She added, while rolling her eyes.
"The joy in your voice is filling my heart of hope, darling." Kol addressed the young metis of his most resplendent smile.
"Then you must be experimenting hearing problems." She replied, with indifference, before pushing a hinged door toward the staircase, while slamming its panels back on his face.
"Damn it!" Kol mumbled, angrily, before pushing the door and climbing the few stairs behind the young woman. "You know the more you'll push me away, the more I'll persist… I'm like a yoyo!" He warned her.
"Mm…" She let out the sound, uninterested by his say, while flipping through the pages of an art book.
"But I understand that it's your own way of flirting … Obviously, you want me to chase after you." Kol shrugged. "And who am I, as a gentleman, to not grant you of your wish?" He added, perniciously. "Plus, what a beautiful view of your behind I'm having at the present moment."
Bonnie sighed loudly, while holding herself immobile on one of the stairs, before turning on her heels to face the annoying, but "sexy as hell" man.
"Listen Mister "I'm rich and handsome, and I can have all the girls that I want in a snap of a finger"! I've being polite with you essentially because…" She started enumerate on her fingers. "A) I was hired to do an administrative job in this school, and b) you're related to Caroline, whom I've learned to know better recently and whom I respect also. She's a sweet girl with more manners that you could ever wish to have one day." Bonnie gave him a piece of her mind, while holding her books tightly on her chest.
"Oh, feisty… aren't you, darling?!" Kol responded, with sparks coming out of his dark eyes. "You're giving me, more and more, of what I like in a woman." He added, while crossing his own arms in front of his chest, a smile twisting the corners of his manly lips.
"So butt out of my life, and stop following me around, if you want to keep your manhood intact!" She concluded, while disregarding Kol's say.
"What would be the fun in that scenario?" He asked, scoffer, while tilting his head to the right.
A few loud bangs were suddenly heard in the stairs, while startling all the students, with a few screams heard. Kol reacted, promptly and rapidly, by pushing the young woman on the wall, placed behind her back, with his muscular body crushed on hers, to protect her life.
Bonnie let out a small cry of surprise, while dropping her books on the stairs, before, in a reflex gesture, grabbing both side of Kol's jacket, her sight now lost in his.
"Are you ok?" He murmured, while cupping the young woman's face with his hands, to look for injuries.
She nodded her head in approval, a bit shaken under this unexpected turn of event. A few punks suddenly rushed by their side, into the staircase, while laughing at their prank-joke. They had lighted a few firecrackers to startle the students.
"Ok…Thank God!" She let out a sigh of relief, while raising her right hand on her forehead. "You can let go of me now; it was just a couple of punks who played with firecrackers to scare the students."
Kol remained motionless for a couple of extra seconds, while scattering the stairs.
"Plus, you're crushing my boobs with your heavy chest." She added, with flushed cheeks, her own chest rising under her heavy breaths.
"I've never heard any complaints about that before, sweetie pie?" He smirked, while releasing his grip on Bonnie, before nervously passing a hand through his hair. "Hey stupid morons, you better run for your life before I get my hands on you!" He yelled through the staircase, before lowering his upper body to grab Bonnie's books that had fallen on the stairs.
Ludvik Petrov threat of an upcoming vampire apocalypse, and also the fact that Klaus's biological father could have his men on their trails, had put Kol's in a vigilant state of mind.
"Here, your books!" He handed them to Bonnie.
"Thanks." She replied with a timid smile, before grabbing them from his hands.
"Do you know in which classroom my sister-in-law is having her course this morning?" Kol asked, in a sudden detached tone of voice.
"Yes, I do … It's the same as mine… C-345 … It's on the third floor." She nodded her head to him.
"Thanks!" He replied, before climbing the remaining stairs.
"What is wrong with that man?" Bonnie murmured to herself, while shaking her head, in disbelief, before strengthening her shoulders, and climbing the remaining stairs herself. After practically imprinting his body on hers, in a heroic gesture to "save" her life, he had left her alone and shaken by the incident? Or was it only the incident that had shaken her this way?
The loud voice enumerated the flights numbers and cities' destinations of several departures into the intercom of the Charles de Gaulle airport, while warning the passengers to present themselves at their respective boarding gate.
Unfortunately for Rebekah Mikaelson, the family's jet had be retained by her brother Elijah, and she was forced to take a commercial flight, but luckily for her, she could at least enjoy the peace and quiet of the premium first class.
She presented herself, all smile, at the boarding lounge, while presenting her ticket at hand.
"Mademoiselle Mikaelson, welcome to the lounge. The boarding for the first class should start in about ten minutes." The hostess informed, in her Parisian accent, with a smile plastered on her face.
"Merci!" Rebekah replied, before taking her boarding pass from the young brunette's hand. "Do I have time to go to the ladies restrooms before the take-off?" She demanded.
"Of course, you have plenty, Mademoiselle." The young Stewart replied, politely, to the Original.
"Fantastique!" Rebekah nodded, before heading toward the luxurious restrooms.
At least she would arrive in England in a little bit more than one hour, in a direct flight. She had been able to lost Salvatore in the streets of Paris, while letting him rot in this new game of his to trail her every step. Rebekah wasn't sure of what exactly was going on, but she would find out at her arrival in London. For sure, her beloved brothers had something to do with it, and Stefan was certainly not rekindling old feelings for her.
She pushed the door, while directing her walking steps toward the large vanity, where she intended to redo her makeup. She dropped her carry-on on the marble floor, before burying her hand inside to grab her toiletry bag.
A blonde bombshell stepped by Rebekah's side, while addressing her a smile in the mirror, before passing her polished nails into her undisciplaned curls.
"Damn it! Where's my head today? I forgot my lipstick!" The woman exclaimed, before rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
"Oh, no worries about it, here just take mine." Rebekah replied, while handing a lipstick to the woman.
"You're too kind, but I couldn't?" The woman replied, while shaking her head and declining, politely, Rebekah's offer.
"Please, I insist… I must have ten other lipsticks with me. This one wasn't open." Rebekah dropped the lipstick in the woman's hand.
"Well, you're so courteous, and helpful … You must be …" The woman thanked Rebekha, while tilting her head to the left.
"I must be a very kind person… Well, not very oftentimes, so enjoy it." Rebekah replied, shyly, all guards down.
"No, actually what I was going to say is … You must be one of the "Originals" vampires, aren't you?" The young woman demanded, before transforming her facial features into her vampirism appearance.
Rebekah blenched under the unexpected surprise, while immobilizing all her movements for a fraction of a second, before intercepting the woman's hand that was reaching for her throat. She twisted the vampire's right arm, while pushing the enemy on the mirror, before making it break in hundreds of glass pieces.
"What do you want? Who send you?" Rebekah asked, dumbfounded.
The girl fell back on her legs, while turning her yellowish-bloody eyes toward the Original, before growling under the rage.
"Oh my god … I can't be …It's impossible?" Rebekah mumbled, frantically, to herself, while noticing the two sets of fangs coming out of the girl's mouth. "You're a hybrid?" She questioned at the nick of time of being pushed on the opposite wall, with the girl's right forearm crushing her throat.
Rebekah grabbed the girl's hair, while succeeding to make her head bend, but without making the enemy lose her grip on her. She finally saw the girl's body being pushed away from her, while being projected on one of the lavatory doors, before being daggered with a long piece of wood in her abdomen.
"Come! We don't have much time!" Stefan Salvatore yelled at the Original, before grabbing her right hand in his.
"What in the bloody hell is happening, Salvatore?" Rebekah exclaimed, in shock.
"We don't have time to chit chat, Rebekah! We need to go!" Stefan ordered, while pulling the Original sister behind him.
"Where are we going?" She demanded. "I'm supposed to take a plane back to London in a few minutes?"
"We'll take Elijah's jet, I came aboard of it." He informed, without giving more information.
"Wait!" She asked once more, before lowering her upper body to grab her carry-on.
"Seriously… That was so damn important to you, Rebekah?" Stefan mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
'Hey! There's a thousand of Euros worth of beauty products in there!" She replied, outraged, while passing in front of Stefan, who rolled his eyes excessively to the ceiling.
Thank you for reading the "Peek-a-boo!" chapter, guys!
I have to admit that a lighter, brighter chapter, with touches of humor is needed from time to time. I love to mix the angst/pain with the joy/humor and adventure bits, because I believe that is what real life is filled with … A bit of everything ;)
I hope you enjoyed it?
Quickly! Take good note that, as of this present written chapter, I will disregard and not reply to such reviews as: "I don't like your writing, your characterisation, or your story (ies)". I don't see the point of having an exchange or friendly argumentation, simply for the simple fact that: if you don't like it, you don't read it. I don't have a wand to make you change your mind or make you like it all of a sudden, and I prefer to take my precious time to answer to those who are interested, and who appreciate my writing and this story, or did have good inputs/remarks to say or even constructive criticisms, than to answer to this kind of meaningless reviews that give nothing to the writer. It's puzzling me so much why a person that dislikes a story so much would read it? I enjoy my writing, and I believe it is enjoyed by many as well; therefore I will not change it for a few individuals who are obviously "trolling" the author(s) on this site. I suggest nicely to those people to take their precious time to write their own version of a fiction (and characters) that they would like, or to go read other authors. With thousands of fictions around, I'm sure they'll find something to their taste. Thanks for your time!
Until the next update,
Much love to all of my readers,
Lovely Vero
Thank you for all the anonymous reviews received, guys!
My answers are below.
Guest/Klarolinforever:Not to be mean but your really making this story hard to be a fan.
Guest: You making klaus unlivable and making this hard to be a nice/dark Klaroline
My response: Please refer yourself (or yourselves?) to my writer's note above, thanks.
SweetyK: C'est sympa de te lire de nouveau! Je t'avoue que dans la série il passe à côté d'une opportunité de mettre les personnages au milieu d'un meilleurs climat de relations, c'est triste, et cela devient de la redondance, car les personnages ne changent jamais. Maria/Esther est un plaisir à écrire, car elle est si différente de la série également, tout en gardant quand même ses racines propres. Klaus est attaché pour la vie à sa Carolina, et vice-versa, il s'agit qu'elle finisse par s'en rendre compte. Kalijah commence à abattre leurs murs de protection … Et c'est très bien! Merci de ta review et au plaisir!
Guest: "Ok, Klaus ;)" indeed! What is he doing? Actually, it's more psychological than what you could think at first sight, like this chapter as shown.
Guest2: Hey sweetheart! Esther has the patience of her eldest son, Elijah. She'll wait for her moment … She'll study the situation very careful. LOL … Caroline was in shock indeed, but he was doing this with a purpose in mind, to make her more comfortable in intimate setting, such as this one.
Guest3: I can promise you more drama with Esther/Maria for sure, as well as Kalijah… As for naked Klaus, I think this present chapter fulfilled its mission ;)
Grace: Thanks for all the appreciation you send my way, I'll do my best to keep them coming, as you say! ;)
Guest4: If the deal works for you, it is certainly working for me also, sweetie ;) lol
Thehybridmikaels: Klaus is trying to keep his head above water with Carolina. He is trying to make amends, while combatting his urge to let her free of him, and at the same time wanting to have her by his side. But this chapter, proved to be a superb start of reconciliation. Well, I won't say anything to this point about how and when the two women are going to found out about the vampirism … But, it's coming shortly and it will surprise you in more ways than one ;)
Guest5: OMG! No, no, no … Don't compare Elena with Katherine… You just entered a dagger into my heart! ;) lol … It was the first time she cried in front of Elijah, and it was more a sign of strength than weakness. You need to understand her background. She was an escort, she always been used by men… When she married Elijah she thought he was decent, but in the back of her mind she was sure that he would also be a jerk at some points. So, when she saw him so disturbed, she realized that he was an "ok" man. In a way, she is more sensible than Carolina… I believe Carolina is stronger than her sister in this story. Thanks for your great inputs, sweetie! It is always a joy to read them and to exchange with readers.
Guest5: Happy that you liked the ending so much ;)
Taming of the Sh: You are not weird, far from it actually ;) There will be some sort of twisted relationships/confrontation between Mikael, Esther and Ludvig. Klaus is trying to put Caroline at ease in a setting that they would be intimate again, but without crossing the line, and finally it worked … Slowly but surely ;)
Ilovetvd: The chapter blew your socks off ;) lol … Well, I'm happy then. Katherine is a lot like Klaus in many ways; she acts and doesn't think too much before her actions. Yes, Kol and Bonnie, it's a go! Jomo in buff? I've busted into loud laughter…Only you, only you could come up with that expression.
Tanja: I hope you had a great vacation in the sun, sweetie, and did disturbed the people that heard you scream! ;) Katherine is a complex girl, and she doesn't believe in herself too much, she's been hurt too many times by men… She is like the female version of Klaus in a twisted way. Thanks for your enthusiastic review!
If I have forgotten someone in the responses to the anonymous reviews, it was not intentional, and I thank you for it!