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.
Previously on Sweet kisses from Russia …
"Why would you want a human by your side, Klaus? Why would you want me of all people? Is it a sick game … Maria thought that you would never hurt me or change who I am." She tried to explain through her confused mind.
"Maria knew about this?" He asked, surprised.
"Yes…" She nodded.
"The phone conversation, she was there with your sister, few minutes before the attack, am I right?" He realized, while pacing back and forth in the small room. "Damn it!" He lashed out, while hitting a wall with his closed right fist.
Carolina startled over the release of her husband emotions, while bringing her knees nearer to her chest.
"No, no … Don't be scare; I wouldn't hurt you, sweetheart." Klaus reassured her, while approaching the bed.
"I don't know what to think anymore? Where are my sister and Maria?" She asked the truth from him.
"Your sister is in the front cabin of the plane with my brother." He reassured her. "We are bringing you both to safety."
"Maria?" She asked, fearful of his answer.
"She's been kidnapped." He replied, openly, while drowning his sight in hers.
"Oh my God… This can't be happening." She shook her head in denial. "I need time to … To cope with all of this." She added, while sweeping the tears that was rolling on her cheeks. "Give me time."
"Ok, I won't push you." Klaus agreed, repentant. "But I won't leave your sight ever again." He confessed, while sitting on a near cabin chair, placed near the bed.
ooOoo
Elijah entered the plane cockpit while reaching the pilot and co-pilot positions.
"What will be the destination, boss?" George inquired the information.
"Italy, Milan." Elijah informed.
"We are on our way then." George nodded, respectfully.
"Thank you." Elijah replied, while turning on his heels to regain his sitting position in the main cabin.
"Where are we heading, brother dearest?" Kol mocked, while throwing peanuts in his mouth.
"Italy, Milan." Elijah replied, under the shocked expression of Bonnie.
"I can't go to Italy!" She whispered, angrily, in Kol's right ear. "I knew the minute I lay my eyes on you that you would bring me nothing but trouble" Bonnie pointed a finger toward his chest.
"Here darling, eat some peanuts that should calm your present tantrum; and hopefully bring peace to my poor ears." He replied to the young woman, before throwing a small bag on her lap. "Now I suggest that you take a nap, it will be a long flight." He closed his eyes, a smile raising both corners of his lips, under her continuous and insistent bubbling of disapprobation.
"Your true colors"
Chapter 19
Russian – Moscow; Ludvig's manor
"She has become an insufferable shrew!" Alexay complained out loud, while entering the parlor room, before directing his walking path toward the fire mantle. He nodded his head respectfully in front of his mentor, Ludvig Petrov.
"I recognize the fiery spirit of my Ingrid." Ludvig commented; while pouring himself a glass of vodka. "What is she complaining about; I hope that all of her needs are met?"
"Yes." Alexay confirmed. "She's been retained in the Presidential Suite, like you've asked; but she refuses to nourish herself, dress with the clothes I brought to her, and she's yelling from the top of her lungs that she wants to be released."
"I was expecting such restrain from her part." Ludvig replied, a smirk raising both sides of his lips. "I had hoped to delay our first meeting to an ulterior moment; but as I can hear from your mouth; I'll need to meet with her sooner than expected."
"It would be preferable." Alexay agreed; while nodding his head; politely. "You've instructed us to not hurt her, but …"
"No but! One of my men raises his hands on my Ingrid, and he'll have to answer back to me with his death, am I clear?" Ludvig mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, before taking a step toward Alexay, while pointing a finger to the man's chest.
"да!" Alexay responded affirmatively in Russian; while lowering his head and sight.
"Is there any news on their location?" Ludvig inquired, raised chin.
"Not at the moment, they left London in a plane, but we are not sure of their present location as of now… They are somewhere in Europe, that is for sure." Alexay informed.
"Well, that is exactly where I wanted them to be." Ludvig confirmed; proudly. "And, is there any news on my informer's emplacement?"
"Paris." Alexay replied to his employer.
"Well, not for long, bring him in Moscow in the next hours." Petrov gave his order.
"I'll send our men on his tail, right away; as you wish." Alexay made a reverence; before retracing his steps toward the exit of the room.
"Alexay!" Ludvig called; authoritarian.
"Yes?" The called man asked; while turning his head.
"Ask the chef to prepare a real feast; bring it afterward in Ingrid's quarter." He added as an order. "I have a date with the love of my life." Ludvig concluded; a smile plastered on his lips.
George marched in front of the group, holding a torch in his right hand, while directing his walking path into the underground tunnels leading them all toward the Italian Mansion, located at mountainside, near the city of Milan.
"The foundations are solid as the rock, boss." He mentioned; while sliding his hands on the tunnels' walls. "Not even a scratch over the centuries."
"These tunnels were built to last through time and under extreme conditions." Elijah replied, while following George's steps, before lowering his head to avoid the roughness of the stone. "Watch your steps and head beautiful?" He warned, while turning his sight toward his wife.
"I am watching my steps." Katerina replied, politely; while catching her husband's glance for a few seconds; before lowering her sight on the ground.
Elijah nodded politely; while wincing at his wife obvious indifference and coldness; with a sharp pain hitting his chest of its poisoned imply. His heart had obviously fallen hard for this fiery temperament Russian woman, and now he could not imagine his life without her.
"If I may bring the obvious, even to a blind; aren't you, strange people, entering your home by the front door?" Bonnie asked, while following the procession.
"I choose to believe, Miss Bennett; that this strolling inside these underground tunnels is somehow pleasing your artistic spirit?" Elijah replied, teaser.
"Well, I've seen the largest cobweb in front of my nose, the size of the state of Texas; I'm sure it could get handy in my next drawing assignment as for unanimated object goes, of course." Bonnie replied, dryly.
"Your new friend is a fascinating young woman; Carolina." Elijah added, a smile raising the corners of his lips.
"Is it a polite way to say that I'm peculiar?" Bonnie inquired, while sighing loudly.
"I'm so sorry to have dragged you into this, Bonnie." Carolina whispered to the young American; while presenting her deepest apologies. "Believe me, I … I mean, I didn't know this would happen."
"Don't worry; it beats a boring evening in my rented bedroom, at eating pizza, while holding a beer in my hand." Bonnie winked at Carolina, before returning her focus on the uneven ground.
"What Bonnie is too shy to express is that my presence bring such joy to her heart." Kol teased; while lowering his sight on the young woman's bottom.
"Your presence I couldn't care less about; but your eyes … Stop lurking at my behind, and there's maybe a chance that I could be civil with you!" She mumbled, angrily, between her teeth.
"Says the woman who jumped into my arms the minute she thought she was in danger." Kol replied, tit for tat, while smirking.
"Well, considering that your charming family was the reason I was stuck in that particular predicament in the first place, find yourself lucky that I'm actually acknowledging your presence at the moment." She sighed loudly.
"Isn't she a breath of fresh air in this confined tunnel?" Kol shrugged, happily.
Bonnie rolled her eyes in annoyance, while sliding her right foot on a slippery rock. She suddenly lost her balance and equilibrium, before finding herself in Kol's arms a second later.
'I got you." He whispered near Bonnie's left ear; while pulling her shivering body on his muscular chest, his arms firmly encircling her waist.
"I'm ok, thanks… I… I've just lost my balance on a slippery rock." She stammered through her reply; while pushing herself away from his embrace.
"You were saying about finding safety in my arms, darling?" Kol winked, while placing himself in front of her path. "Follow my steps; I know these tunnels by heart."
"If you would take time to take off your high heels shoes, the walk would get way easier." Stefan mocked, while watching Rebekah twist her ankles on almost every step she took.
"These are Louboutin shoes; so butt out and mind your own business Salvatore." She growled. "I've always hated those tunnels; you need to be Indiana Jones to walk through them."
"Or you simply need to wear regular shoes." Stefan replied, while shrugging in indifference.
The acute sound of a heel breaking on the pressure was suddenly heard in both of Stefan's and Rebekah's ears.
"Oh no, these are my favorite pair of shoes!" Rebekah complained, while grabbing the said broken shoe and its missing part in her hands.
"Give me the other shoe?" Stefan suggested.
"Why?" Rebekah asked, hopeful, while handing to the young vampire the unbroken shoe.
Stefan broke the other heel, before throwing the broken piece, in the tunnel, behind his back; while handing the shoe to the blonde Original.
"Here you go!" He smirked. "Now you have a brand new pair of flat shoes." He mocked, while strolling by Rebekah's side.
"You're an ass, Salvatore!" She mumbled, angrily; between her teeth. "You must know that about yourself, right?" She added, furiously; while sliding her feet in both of the broken heels shoes.
"I'm an "ass" who just magically gave you a brand new pair of Louboutin ballerina shoes." He teased, while lowering his head to retain his urge to burst into laughter.
"I swear Salvatore; you'll pay for a new pair!" She exclaimed, in fury; while throwing the remaining heel at his head.
"Hey, it's you who broke the first one; buy a new pair yourself." He busted into laughter.
Carolina retained a small cry; while being pulled on the side of the tunnel; with a firm arm wrapped around her waist, and a hand placed over her lips.
"Shush, it's me; Love … Let them take the lead … I just…" Klaus stammered through his explanation, while releasing his grip on his wife. "I needed … I mean … I was just wondering how you were … I mean; how you were handling everything?" He swallowed a lump in his throat, repentant.
"Other than being chased and attacked in our home in England; taking a plane to Italy, and strolling through secret underground tunnels you mean?" Carolina turned around to face her husband; heart pounding loudly in her chest.
"Inter alia … But, more so learning about …" He added, while raising his blue sight in his wife's… She had said "their" home … Theirs… His and hers … He thought with a glimpse of hope infiltrating his heart.
"You mean learning about my husband's true colors as a vampire." She questioned, while crossing her arms in front of trembling body.
"Yah… I guess I mean that." He nodded, while lowering his head and sight, shameful.
"I'm still processing." She shrugged. "I … I still see you as my "human" husband as of now…Even if I know that it's a shimmer of a lie." She added.
"I'm sorry …" Klaus shook his head. "I'm so sorry about everything."
"It's not your fault if Maria was kidnapped and we were attacked... You couldn't have known about all of this." She replied, truthfully; a glimpse of a smile appearing on her lips.
"You're hurt?" He noticed; while grabbing Carolina's left forearm, a trail of blood running from the inside skin to her wrist.
"It's just a scratch, nothing to worry about, really." She replied, while shaking her head.
"Let me be the judge of that would you?" Klaus took a look at the opened cut.
"I … I've scratched my wrist on the tunnel wall, that is why there's blood." She shrugged, while explaining her say.
"There's a perk at having a vampire husband, you know?" He informed her, while slowly bringing her wrist near his lips.
"What … What are you doing?" Carolina asked with a trembling voice.
"Helping you heal." Klaus replied, softly, while covering the wound with his mouth, before closing his eyes and slowly sucking up the excess of blood, before passing the length of his tongue to cicatrize the wound. Her blood tasted like cinnamon; with a hint of jasmine, and an all lot of heaven.
Carolina stumbled, while taking an extra step to stand by her husband side; a warm dizziness taking her by surprise; with a range of intense shivers hitting her spine all at once. She slowly closed her eyes; left under the most erotic pleasure she had ever experienced in her short life.
"Carolina?" She heard the soft whisper of her husband's voice, before slowly raising her trembling eyelashes to meet Klaus's glance. "You're healed now." He informed her, softly.
"What… Oh, ok … Thank you." Carolina stammered her thanks; while slowly pulling her wrist near her chest, before taking a look at the cut. "It's all gone?" She noticed, with amazement.
"Yah, it is." Klaus nodded. "We should go now; you're shivering like a leaf; are you cold?" He suddenly noticed.
"I'm exhausted." She nodded. "When I'm tired, I shiver this way."
"Follow my path, we're almost there." Klaus lead the way, with his wife on his heels.
"We made it!" George informed, while pushing a steel door, before being greeted by a few men guarding the underground entrance of the manor.
"Enter!" Elijah invited his siblings and companions, while promptly grabbing Katerina's hand, to pull her aside. "Wait by my side for a few seconds." He murmured to his wife as an order.
"Do I have to bow and say: yes master?" Katerina asked, dryly.
"Yes wife; that would be music to my ears." Elijah teased, while nodding at Stefan, the last one in line, to enter inside the underground of the manor. "Go upstairs; we'll be there in a short while."
"Ok." Stefan nodded, before passing the threshold, and climbing the stairs.
"Where is my sister?" Katerina wondered, in panic; before taking a few steps forward; while scattering the tunnel.
"They'll be here soon; Klaus knows these underground tunnels by heart." Elijah informed, while taking a few steps to approached his wife standing position, before slowly sliding both of his hands on each side of her waist, his chin resting on top of her head.
"You're avoiding me, Katerina?" Elijah murmured, softly; while closing his eyes and swallowing a lump in his throat.
"How am I doing so, Elijah? I thought I was acting like the perfect wife?" Katerina responded, while her heart skipped a beat… He was standing in a too close proximity of her vital organ. "I've been following each of your steps since we left London?"
"Physically, you're by my side, but your heart and soul are completely close to me." Elijah replied, while sighing loudly.
"I'm sorry … I had a lot to take-in the past twenty-four hours." Katerina replied, while closing her eyes, left under the strong aura of her husband's presence.
"We'll drift apart if we are not careful and honest with each other." Elijah commented, while sliding his hands around her waist. "I don't want to lose you; Katerina." He confessed, honestly.
"I need time, Elijah." She whispered, breathless. "I need to wrap my head over the fact that my sister and I are married to vampires."
"Is it so different now; are "we" so different than before?" He inquired, while burying his head in the hollow of her left shoulder, the soft touch of his lips softly brushing the skin of her neck.
"Yes, it is … And you know it." She murmured, truthfully. "You have shown me your true colors; I just need to adapt my vision to this new reality."
"No … It's not different… And you did not even begin to see my true colors." Elijah whispered, while nibbling on Katerina's earlobe. "I can hear the beats of you heart rising dangerously when I am at nearly a foot of distance from you."
"It's caused by fear." The young Russian lied through her teeth.
"Liar" Elijah smiled at her say, before lowering his head to leave a trail of kisses on the graceful curve of her neck. "It's a burning desire that can only be eased by me, and you know it."
"It's not my desire for you that worries me, Elijah; it's way more your desire for me; and how you will react under your uncontrollable passion in the future." Katerina replied.
Elijah raised his head; while all his muscles tensed over her say, before slowly pushing himself at arm length of distance from his wife standing position.
"I'm sorry that you feel this way. We should enter inside now, my brother and your sister will follow soon enough." He invited Katerina, with a hand gesture, before seeing her passed the threshold in front of his sight.
"I've checked the premises around the manor, it is safe." George informed Elijah, while bringing his employer in a quiet corner of the room.
"We'll stay in here for a couple of days, while thinking of our next plan of actions." Elijah gave the order to his right hand man.
"You have a lovely hacienda." Bonnie complimented the eldest of the Mikaelson, while scattering the frescoes on the living room walls.
"Thank you; Miss Bennett; it's one of my cherished homes in Europe." Elijah replied, while nodding respectfully.
"How many homes do you have in Europe?" Bonnie inquired, in shock.
"Quite a few actually… It would probably take too long to list them all." He added, with a dismissive hand gesture.
"To be frank, my favorite is our estate in Greece." Rebekah commented.
"Suddenly I feel like the poor adopted child of this family." Stefan mocked, while taking a look at the magnificent night view of the bay.
"You mean pet, don't you Salvatore?" Kol mocked.
"Go to hell, Kol." Stefan replied, while rolling his eyes.
"I've been there, and done that." Kol added, grinning.
"Did you marry Bill Gates?" Bonnie asked Katerina. "You know Microsoft, billionaire?"
"I'm Russian, not completely out of the loop of what is going-on in the world; you know." Katerina commented.
"Carolina, look at this, it's magnificent." Bonnie called her friend the minute Klaus and Carolina entered the living room.
"Who painted this?" Carolina wondered, while sliding the tips of her fingers on the colorful fresco.
"It's Klaus." Rebekah responded, proudly; a smile blessing her lips.
"You… You did this?" Bonnie asked Carolina's husband.
"Yah, it's my work." Klaus confessed, humbly. "I did it many years ago."
"Well you're frankly talented." Bonnie commented, truthfully.
"Thank you." Klaus nodded.
"So, what's the plan bro?" Kol asked Elijah; while dropping his butt on a leather arm chair. "How will we free mother of this son-of-a-bitch kidnapper, no offence Klaus."
"I won't take it personally this time, Kol." Klaus responded, his sight meeting Carolina's.
"It's quite late, we should get a few hours of sleep, and tomorrow we'll take time to discuss our plan of actions." Elijah addressed the group, while nodding his head.
"Che cosa è questo? Nemmeno una telefonata per avvertirmi della sua visita?" A middle aged woman, all dressed in black from head to toes, appeared in front of their eyes; while shouting at Elijah's head, both of her arms firmly crossed over her chest.
"I know Isabella, I should have called to inform you of our visit, but it was kind of a last minute travel plan." Elijah informed the Italian woman, before lowering his head to kiss both of her cheeks.
"Mm… You're too charming for your own good, Elijah Mikaelson." Isabella responded, in accented English. "Who's he?" She glanced at George; suspiciously; from the corners of her eyes.
"George, one of my most trusted man, Isabella." Elijah reassured her. "You can trust him with your life."
"If you don't have any more orders, I'll take a last look around the estate with the guards." George nodded; respectfully to his employer.
"I don't have any at the moment." Elijah replied. "Thank you, George."
"I … I just want to say that I hope your mother, I mean that Maria will be found safe and sound." George lowered his flushed cheeks, before leading his steps toward the exit.
"I appreciate the thought." Elijah thanked him; before seeing the man disappear from his sight.
"Wow!" Bonnie commented.
"What?" Rebekah wondered.
"Well, it's obvious to a blind; you do realize that your "pilot" is obviously in love with your maid slash mother?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "…Right?"
"What?" They all exclaimed; dumbfounded and in shock.
"You, Kol Mikaeslon, spoiled child; put your feet down from my coffee table, now!" Isabella warned the youngest, while pointing in his direction.
"Yes, right away Signora." Kol obeyed, precipitately.
"You, I still don't like you." She pointed toward Klaus.
"Well; at least you constant in your say." Klaus smirked. "Can I have a kiss, Isabella?" He pointed toward his right cheek.
"No." She replied, dryly. "Who are these skinny women?" She pointed toward both Carolina and Katerina.
"I beg your pardon?" Katerina replied, outraged; while crossing her arms over her chest.
"Isabella, let me present to you these lovely ladies; Katerina is my wife and Carolina is Klaus's wife." Elijah explained, while retaining an urge to burst into laughter.
"Well, it's obvious I'll have to nourish them with a lot of pasta." She came to the conclusion. "And somebody on this earth wanted you as husband?" Isabella questioned Klaus, while arching an eyebrow.
"You're always a breath of fresh air in this house, Isabella." Stefan started laughing at her say.
"Oh Stefano!" Isabella exclaimed at the apparition, while raising her hands in the air to thank God; before reaching Stefan's standing position.
"How are you Isabella?" Stefan gave the woman a hug and kisses.
"Look at you, bello, with the beautiful hair … Why aren't you married yet?" She questioned, unhappy; while turning her mad glance at Rebekah. "You; marry this gorgeous man and make an honorable woman of yourself."
"I'll take that into consideration." Rebekah rolled her eyes, while thinking that it was pointless to even contradict the Italian maid.
"And you!" She pointed at Bonnie.
"What? I'm too skinny too?" Bonnie winced.
"Are you the "padrona" of him?" Isabella questioned, while pointing toward Kol.
"What? What is she saying?" Bonnie questioned.
"Yes, she is." Kol replied, teaser.
"She's asking if you are Kol's mistress." Rebekah informed the young woman.
"What… No, no padrona… There's no me and him!" Bonnie waved both of her hands in negation at the Italian woman.
"Ok, now that all introductions have been made, could you show the ladies to their respective bedroom, Isabella?" Elijah asked the maid, while kissing her forehead.
"Buon Dio; I've said it, and I'll say it again… You're too charming for your own good, Elijah Mikaelson!" She protested, while rolling her eyes to the ceiling; before signing the ladies to follow her steps upstairs.
Maria paced back and forth in front of the canopy bed; arms crossed over her chest. It had been hours since the moment she had been brought and kept prisoner in this suite. Granted basic needs had been offered to her on a silver platter: clothes, food, and basic necessity like toiletry and blood bags, but she had refused them all.
She startled at the crinkle sound of the entrance door, leading inside a servitor who brought a service table on wheels; with two set of silver dinning plates, bottle of champagne, and a few other side dishes.
"I don't want any of this; you can bring it back to the kitchen." She complained, out loud, with a hand gesture.
"What a shame to have this feast go to waste, it's one of my favorite dish." Ludvig exclaimed, while entering the suite in all his glory.
Maria kept herself immobile for a few seconds; while maintaining her sight locked in the one of this powerful man.
"Leave us alone." Petrov ordered his guards and servitor, before hearing the door being closed on its arch. "How are you Ingrid?" He asked, a smile blessing the corners of his lips; while taking a few steps to reach her standing position.
"My name is Maria; I don't know any Ingrid… You must be mistaking me for somebody else." She raised her chin, in a confrontational gesture.
"Oh yes, I've heard about your unfortunate memory lost." He confirmed, while raising a silver cover, before handing a blood bag to his guest. "You need to drink blood, or you'll mummify soon, it's as simple as that."
"I don't want anything from you." Maria replied, dryly; while shaking her head, stubbornly.
"You're not nourishing yourself for my behalf, but more for yours." Ludvig forced the issue, while raising an eyebrow. "At least, if not for yourself, do it for your children, Ingrid."
Maria sighed loudly, while weighting the pros and cons, to finally grab the blood blag from his hands, before tearing it open and taking large gulps of the red elixir.
"There, isn't it better?" He smirked, while approaching the service table, before grabbing the bottle of champagne in his hands. "I hope you like champagne?" He asked, while un-wrapping the golden foil placed around the bottle and cork.
"Blood was a necessity for my survival, as for the rest of your gifts; you can shove them in your ass!" Maria lashed out.
Ludvig startled at her say; before leaning his head back to burst into loud laughter.
"And here's the woman I fell in love with in all of her glory." He exclaimed, joyful; before handing to Maria a flute filled with premium champagne. "This luxury is quite expensive in Russia, you should be thankful."
"Sure, let me be thankful." Maria nodded, before throwing the content of her glass on Ludvig's face. "There, I feel better already!" She added, before throwing the flute on the nearest wall in a shrill noise of broken glasses. "I demand to be release from this imprisonment."
Ludvig Petrov growled loudly; while taking a few steps to grab a napkin before sweeping the amber liquid off his face and neck.
"Quite a temper you still have running in your veins, woman." He noticed, unhappy; before grabbing his own glass and gulping the alcohol in his throat.
"I'm not here to play your sick game of revenge on my employers; I won't accept the victim treatment or be a pawn in your hands." Maria warned him.
"And yet you were a pawn in your husband's hands for so many years." Ludvig replied, dryly. "Do you know how many centuries my heart has ached to see you again?" He asked, while retracing his steps to reach Maria's standing position. "And don't push the amnesic card on me; I can see in your eyes that you perfectly know who I am."
"At the moment you are the sick man who's retaining me prisoner against my will, nothing less, nothing more." Maria mumbled, angrily; between her teeth.
"And yet, I'm so much more and you know it." He replied, angrily. "Why don't you try the father of your son Niklaus, or maybe you'll need this to remember our connection?" He warned; while forcefully grabbing both of Maria's upper arms to bring her in full contact with his muscular chest, before crashing his mouth on her lips.
Maria let out a small cry over the surprise of his unexpected gesture, before remaining immobile in the forced embrace of his arms; with her lips kept closed, and her eyes kept wide opened. Ludvig's kiss was nothing more than an act of power over her stubborn behavior; and she would certainly not respond or give in to it; even if a big part of her heart could remember the erotic taste of his kisses. He pushed her at arm length before wiping his mouth with the back of his right hand.
"Happy now… You've proved your power over a woman; while using your physical force over her?" Maria busted to his face, while stumbling her way to the bed.
"If I was you Ingrid I would reconsider your mean ways towards me." Ludvig pointed a finger at her. "After all I hold the life of your precious children in my hands." He warned her, before retracing his steps to the exit of the suite, while slamming the door on its arch.
Rebekah leaned her body on the guard-rail of her bedroom balcony, her head and sight raised at the full moon in the night sky, when she suddenly felt a presence at a few feet of distance. She wiped the tears off her cheeks, before turning her head at the visitor.
"You came to gloat over my midnight sorrows?" She asked, while raising an eyebrow.
"Nope, I came to offer you a glass of red wine." Stefan handed a class to the blonde Original.
"Thanks" She nodded, grateful; before gulping the reddish delight. "Good choice of bottle."
"Don't tell your brothers, but I've visited their wine cellar." Stefan grinned; while leaning his back on the guard rail; before savoring the fruity taste of the alcohol.
"You secret is safe with me." Rebekah smirked, while winking back at the young vampire.
"You couldn't sleep?" Stefan wondered out loud.
"No." She replied, while shaking her head. "I'm wondering about our mother's safety. Is she fed? Taking care of? Is she tortured?"
"I doubt Klaus's biological father would harm Esther in any way." Stefan shrugged his shoulders. "Worst case scenario, she is a valuable pawn in his hands, and he needs to keep her safe and in one vampire piece, best case scenario, he's still infatuated by her. After all she is a beautiful woman."
"She is, isn't she?" Rebekah smiled, proudly.
"Like her daughter." He confessed, honestly.
"What is this, Salvatore?" The original sister asked, while lowering her flushed cheeks away from his sight. "You're sending too much compliments my way, is it the alcohol speaking?"
"No, it's the honesty in me talking." Stefan replied, truthfully. "I know you, Rebekah; you'll hide your worries underneath a load of crap, while acting like the supreme bitch; when in fact you'll be crying your eyes out alone in the darkness of your soul." He added, while lowering his glass on a side table; before reaching her standing position.
"Wow, Stefan Salvatore … The "I know it all", so you think you know me so well, mm?" She shrugged, falsely indifferent.
"We were an item not so long ago, or did you forget about that fact already, Rebekah?" Stefan asked, before grabbing Rebekah's chin, before turning her head to meet her eyes. "Just know that you have a friend at your side, if ever you need one." He added, while blessing her forehead of a kiss.
Rebekah closed her eyes for a fraction of second; when she opened them Stefan Salvatore had vanished from her sight.
"What this beautiful speech of yours even means, Stefan Salvatore?" She sighed loudly; before gulping her entire glass of wine.
Bonnie pushed the lace curtains placed in front of her bedroom window to take a glimpse at the majestic night view of the City of Milan, before letting a smile spread on her lips, with sparkles filling her eyes… This was just so amazing! She turned on herself, before startling at the dark silhouette, while letting a cry out of her mouth, soon suppressed by a hand placed over her mouth.
"Shush, it's me; don't scream." Kol whispered to the young woman; while lowering his hand away from her face, before placing a finger over his lips.
"Do you want to give me a heart attack or what?" Bonnie punched him on his upper arms.
"Ouch! Hey… I'm a fragile creature; go easy on me; darling." Kol protested, vehemently, while raising his arms in front of his face. "I wanted to check if you were ok?"
"You, a fragile creature my ass… You're nothing but!" She rolled her eyes; while strolling by his side to reach the bed. "Yes, I'm ok… Now, go away; it's late and I want to catch a few hours of sleep."
"Nice "ass" if I may add." Kol smirked; while lowering his fiery sight on her delightful behind.
"You do realize that this wild fantasy of yours, about "you and I", it will never happen." Bonnie warned him, while undressing herself of her blouse and tank top, before standing in her black lace bra in front of Kol's speechless expression.
"You do realize that you're warning me that we'll never sleep together, while undressing in front of my sight." Kol arched an eyebrow.
"Yes, and it's to make my point valid." She responded, firmly.
"Well, don't stop on my account then, Bonnie." He grinned, before crossing his arms in front of his chest, while leaning his upper body on the wall.
"I don't intend to stop on your account, Kol Mikaelson." She replied, while getting rid of her boots and pair of cargo pants, before standing in her lace black pair of panties.
"There's a God and I want to thank him." He joined his hands, while raising his sight to the ceiling.
"Get a grip on yourself, it's not like you've never seen a woman in her underwear before." She sighed loudly.
"Oh I saw plenty of undressed women before…" Kol nodded, affirmatively; while taking a few steps to reach her standing position. "But, you forget that none of those ladies where actually you." He added, while drowning his sight in Bonnie's. "Now why did you undress if it was not for my eyes only?" He questioned, while sliding his fiery sight on her revealed body.
"Is it such a big deal for you? I can't sleep in my clothes; therefore, I'll sleep in my underwear." She explained, shrugging.
"I guess you forgot the part about Isabella placing a nightgown on that chair for you to sleep in tonight." He grinned, while tilting his head toward the chair.
"What … I … I had no idea that … That a nightgown was placed on that chair." Bonnie stammered through her explanation, redness reaching her cheeks.
"Mm… Is that the best you can do to convince me that you were not trying to seduce me?" Kol asked, while spanking her behind.
"Hey!" She protested, vehemently; while rubbing her bruised butt.
"Tell yourself whatever you need to sleep tonight." Kol mouthed the words in top of her trembling lips, before retracing his steps toward the exit of the bedroom. "And by the way, Bonnie, don't you think that I've forgotten about your knowledge on our vampirism, but I know how tired you are, we'll talk tomorrow, darling." He added, while winking at the young woman, before closing the door behind his back.
Katerina closed the row of small buttons placed in front of her cotton white nightgown, handed to her by Isabella; before hearing the discreet creaking sound of the door being closed back on its arch.
"There are… I mean, this house is smaller in size; therefore there are no more bedrooms available, but if you want I could sleep in the living room?" Elijah informed and inquired at the same time. "As for the clothes, we'll take care of finding you a new wardrobe tomorrow."
"Het." She replied in negation in Russian; while shaking her head. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm your wife, you're my husband, it's a double bed." She titled her head toward it. "We can share a mattress, can we?" She shrugged, while positioning herself in front of the bay window.
"Yes, I guess we can." He nodded, while getting rid of his blazer, only to drop it a second later on a chair; before rolling the sleeves of his shirt on his forearms. "I'm just surprised that you would … I mean, considering that …" He stammered through his thoughts and sentence, while wincing and passing a hand through his tangled hair. Damn, how much he hated not having the control over this!
"Considering that you are my vampire husband now in reverse of my human husband before?" Katerina finished her husband's sentence.
"Yes, something in those words." Elijah nodded, uncomfortable.
"It would be hypocritical of me, considering that I used to be an escort for your specie." She shrugged.
"I … I dislike when you lowering yourself to what you used to be." Elijah whispered the words; while approaching Katerina's standing position, before sliding his hands on each side of her waist.
"And what am I now?" Katerina swallowed a lump in her throat, beats of her heart rising dangerously inside her chest.
"My wife…" He murmured, while slowly raising the cotton fabric of her nightgown on her legs and thighs. "You're the woman who's driving me crazy with desire."
"You lied to me, Elijah … I basically pour my soul to you; and yet, you lied about your true identity." Katerina confessed; honestly. "And now I'm afraid, because I'm not sure if I can trust you? I don't know if you're totally yourself with me?"
Elijah closed his eyes, while sighing loudly; before pulling himself away from her standing position.
"Turn yourself around and look at me now, Katerina." He ordered his wife; gently.
Katerina took a few deep breaths into her lungs; while slowly turning on herself to face her husband, before letting out a small cry of surprise, soon repressed with her right hand placed over her mouth.
"Oh my God…" She expressed her surprise, while remaining motionless.
"This is my true colors; Katerina" He confessed, humbly; while standing in front of her sight in his true vampire treats. "There's nothing more that I'm hiding from you; except one thousand years of continuous mistakes and this dark part of myself."
Katerina took a few steps to reach Elijah's standing position, before raising her trembling right hand to slowly touch his face, the rays of the moonlight entering the penumbra of the bedroom, through the lace curtains, to brighten his features. She traced, with her fingers, the dark lines around his red eyes; before lowering them near his opened mouth, while feeling with the tip of a finger the sharp tips of his fangs.
"Oh Katerina…" Elijah whispered, touched beyond beliefs by her openness, while closing his eyes to slowly regain his human form; before grabbing her right hand to softly kiss the interior of her wrist, when the pulsations of heart could be felt.
"Promise me to never hurt me or turn me, and … And… And I'll remain your wife until I'll be too old for you." She stammered through her own promise.
"Ok, if this is what you want, I promise that I'll never turn you." Elijah nodded, while cupping her beautiful face in his hands. "But you'll never be too old for me, Katerina." He added, while softly kissing her forehead.
Katerina grabbed both of Elijah's wrists, while slowly pushing his hands away from her face, before taking a few steps back. She raised her hands in front of her nightgown before dropping the fabric at her feet.
"This is my true colors, Elijah." She raised her trembling eyelashes and teary eyes at him. "A woman who's been used more that she can count on both hands by men; an escort who sell her body and soul for money; therefore judging you would be judging my own self." She added; tears rolling on her cheeks.
Elijah kept his sight locked in Katerina's for a few seconds, while swallowing a lump of intense emotions in his throat, before taking a few steps to reach his wife's standing position. He raised her in his arms; while reaching the bed and softly dropping her trembling body on the sheet, before getting rid of his own clothes and taking a lying position by her side.
"Oh Katerina, Katerina … What did I do to deserve you in my life." He whispered, while bringing her naked body in full contact with his, before kissing both of her watery eyelids, forehead, and cheeks, only to finally bring her in the comfort of his arms.
"I'm so tired, Elijah." She confessed; while slowly closing her eyes, before drifting into sleep.
"I know you are; I am too." He responded, before closing his eyes, only to fell asleep a few seconds later, while holding her near to his heart.
"There are … I mean there are no more bedrooms available in the house, Carolina; but I could easily sleep in the living room if you want me to?" Klaus suggested, while passing his long sleeve t-shit above his head, before standing chest naked, with leather necklaces dressing his neck; on his side of the bed.
They were both standing on each side of the canopy bed, with their backs turned to their sights; while modestly and awkwardly undressing themselves of their clothes.
"What… No… I … It is fine, I mean I'm fine." She shrugged, while standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, now only dressed of her white lace bra and matching panties, before taking a quick glance at Klaus's naked muscular chest, the tip of her tongue sliding on her bottom lip.
"You have a shivering voice for someone whose fine, Love." He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"What do you want me to say, Klaus? That the past twenty-four hours have been a walk in the park?" She responded, dryly. "Well it hasn't been enjoyable for me, I'm sorry." She added. "I'm worried … I'm worried about us; about my sister, about Maria!"
"Fuck!" The hybrid exploded, while punching the wall with his closed right fist, under Carolina's startle of surprise, before pacing back and forth in the length of the room. "I'm sorry, don't be afraid." He raised his opened palm to her. "You … You wouldn't feel this way if it wasn't for me, I'm the one responsible for all of this shit!"
"How is this even logical of you to think that way?" Carolina replied, angrily; before stopping his pace while posting her tensed body in front of his walking path, only dressed with her matching pair of underwear.
"If you would have stayed in Russia you wouldn't be in this predicament, sweetheart; how hard is it for you to understand that I'm your worst nightmare?" Klaus sighed loudly, before sliding his fiery sight on her revealed body.
"For the longest time I … I had put the blame on my sister's shoulders. She was the one responsible for these arranged marriages; she was the one who brought me in England and put me in your arms." She stomped her feet furiously on the floor. "But I own my life now and my decisions, Klaus. I've stayed because I wanted to be with you, and then you hurt me so much and you left and I broke in thousands of pieces, not able to understand the huge hole I had in my heart the moment you've disappeared." She added, before pausing, while taking a few deep breaths into her lungs. "And not even forty-eight hours ago we found our way back to each other, and I felt whole in your arms again, and happy… And then…" She closed her eyes, while feeling tears filling her eyelids. "Then, everything went to hell! I learned that Maria and your family were all vampires, and that my sister knew about your existence as specie, when I thought that all of this was just a legend and nothing more. Maria was kidnapped, and we were attacked in our home, and … We had to take a plane to Italy, and now … And now …" She stammered, nervously; her chest rising up and down under the wild and rapid beats of her heart.
"Are you so gullible, Carolina? All these events you've enumerated are my fault; I'm the one who created this nightmare!" He yelled; while grabbing both of her upper arms. "What would it take for you to see my true colors? What will it take for you to stop forgiving me of my sins?"
"I've never been afraid of you, Klaus Mikaelson! I've only been afraid of the extreme power you have by holding my heart in your hands" She lashed out to his face. "I've been taken aback for a few seconds after learning that you were a vampire, because I had a lot to digest in so little time, but; I'm not easily put down." She added, furiously. "Stop feeling sorry for your pathetic self; and start owning your life decisions for a change."
"So, you're not afraid of me then, Love?" Klaus questioned, while narrowing his sight on his prey. "How do you even know how I look when I transform into the beast that I am, mm?"
"I … I don't know, but I wasn't afraid of you when you've healed my wound back in the tunnel." She replied, redness appearing on her cheeks.
"And now are you afraid, sweetheart?" He asked once again, perniciously; under her loud cries of surprise, while suddenly changing into his hybrids treats, fangs shinning into the penumbra of the room.
Klaus pushed Carolina on the opposite wall of the bedroom, while using his vampire speed, before growling savagely to scare the young woman. He laid his naked chest on her shivering body, before grabbing both of her wrists to push her arms above her head.
Carolina remained immobile with her eyes closed, left breathless under his assault; while feeling his own breath caressing her left cheek, with his fangs scratching the delicate skin of her neck.
"You tasted so good, Love; I could easily drain you of all your blood right now." He warned her, while pushing his fangs in Carolina's flesh, but without piercing the first layer of her skin, knowing perfectly that he wasn't hurting her, as only an Original could master this skill.
"That … That is all you got for me?" She mumbled, angrily; between her teeth. "A few empty threats, growls and fangs?"
Klaus froze his movements, left under the sudden surprise of her statement; before raising his head and drowning his sight in his wife's. He released his grip on her wrists, before grabbing her butt and raising her body on the wall, with Carolina's legs encircling his waist a second later.
She raised both of her hands on his face, before tracing with the tip of her fingers, the dark marks around his eyes.
"It's kind of cool." She confessed, a smile appearing on her lips.
"You're killing me, Carolina." He confessed, tears filling his red vampire eyes. "I don't deserve you, I don't deserve this."
She gently cupped Klaus's face with both of her hands, before slowly closing her eyes and sliding her trembling lips on his. He moaned softly; with his hands caressing the curve of her hips.
"Ouch." She complained, while cutting the tip of her tongue on one of Klaus's fangs.
"Come here." He responded, while kissing her and softly healing her skin, while interlacing her tongue with hers, before carrying her body toward the bed. "I thought you were exhausted?" He questioned, smiling; while dropping her body on the bedspread, before rejoining her.
"I'm wide awake now." She smiled back; while feeling his wandering fingers slide underneath the lace fabric of her panties, before softly caressing her wet folds. "Oh…" She let a loud moan out of her mouth, while closing her eyes to enjoy his erotic caresses.
"What this devil has done to deserve such heaven?" Klaus questioned; before crashing his mouth on Carolina's lips.
"Hey, pig heads… Do you know how expensive this leather jacket is?" The abducted guest exclaimed in fury, while being dragged through the corridors of the manor. "Very expensive, so get your filthy hands away from me and my clothes!" The man ordered; dryly, before being pushed inside the parlor room. "You're very lucky that I am in a good mood!" He yelled at the closed door, while turning on his heels to face the penumbra of the room. It was early morning, but the velvet curtains were left closed on the numerous windows.
"Were you treated badly by my men, my friend?" A male voice inquired.
"I should have known it was you." Petrov's guest mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, while standing in the middle of the room, closed fists placed on each side of his hips.
"You know a lot of powerful men in Russia?" Ludvig smirked; while directing his steps toward the bar, before pouring vodka for both himself and his invitee.
"It was kind of difficult to know where they were taking me, while being blindsided the all duration of the trip." The man added. "A little early for vodka, don't you think?" He frowned.
"My deepest apologies for the bad treatment you had to endure." Petrov responded, truthfully, while pouring a bit of orange juice into the vodka. "Well it's never too early for vodka, more so if you drop a few vitamin C in the mix." He mocked, while reaching his guest's standing position, before handing the class to him. "Now drink!" He ordered.
"Well, geez … Thanks, I guess." The man replied, before gulping the glass handed to him. "So…" He winced; at the strong taste. "Tell, me; what do you want from me this time? I've giving you all the information that I had on the Originals, I don't have anything else to give."
"Perhaps, perhaps not… Who could say?" Petrov shrugged, while taking a sitting place in one of the armchairs.
"Well, in the meantime, if you don't mind; I'll like to get back to my vampire life." The man demanded, while dropping the empty glass on a console table. "So, if you could get to the point it would be grandly appreciated."
"Tell me my friend; what could you tell me as information, about a few of the secret emplacements where the Originals could be hiding in Europe at the moment?" Petrov asked.
"There's quite a long list, and I don't know all of their getaways all-inclusive resorts." Damon replied, sarcastically.
"You see my friend; you still can be of help to me." Ludvig concluded, while rising on his feet, before taking a few steps to reach his guest's standing position. "You're still a valuable pawn in my hands, Damon Salvatore."
"Well, it seems that I won't have any choice or say in the matter, am I right?" Damon replied, dryly.
"You should count yourself lucky, Damon; that I'll spare your brother's life." Ludvig replied, smirking.
Thank you, as always, for reading the "Your true colors" chapter, guys!
Take care of yourselves;
Love,
Lovely Vero
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