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 …
"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.
ooOoo
"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.
ooOoo
"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.
"A blissful morning in hell"
Chapter 20
Russian – Moscow; Ludvig's manor
"We've checked all the locations that Damon Salvatore gave to us, and they are not hiding in any of those places." Alexay exclaimed, while pushing the doors of the parlor room on his flamboyant entrance. "We're back at square one, and this is without the fact that he could still be protecting his own brother; the elusive Stefan Salvatore."
"We won't need his help anymore; I believe the information will come to us in an unexpected and easier way." Ludvig smirked; while standing in front of the bay window. "You can relax, Alexay; and release the young vampire to his life of debauchery, it's the only thing he's able to do anyway."
"Something new presented itself?" Alexay questioned, surprised; while taking a sitting position on an armchair. "You intrigue me now."
"It's a "someone"." Ludvig rectified; while turning his sight toward his right arm man, a smile spreading on his manly lips.
"Tell me more Petrov?" Alexay wondered, in interest.
"Mikael Mikaelson!" Ludvig exclaimed, while reaching a console table to pour a cup of coffee.
"Your greatest enemy is back here, in Russia?" Alexay exclaimed, in surprise; while opening his eyes widely.
"And he demands to see me, from his high pedestal; while being on my territory." Ludvig busted to laughter. "At the same time, I'm kind of intrigued; I have a feeling he wants to make a deal with me and offer me the information that I so desperately need; therefore I'll oblige to his demand."
"So, you'll meet with him, here, in the manor?" Alexay wondered out loud.
"Yes, my dear Alexay." Ludvig replied, while taking a seating position on a matching armchair placed in front of his employee. "But not in this parlor room." He smirked; viciously. "I have other plan."
"And may I demand where you'll meet with him?" Alexay asked, a smile raising both corners of his lips, while his mind was already predicting Ludvig's answer.
"The combat room, I have this urge to do some exercise this morning." Ludvig replied; teaser; while rising his cup of coffee in the air. "Could you set the meeting for me, my dear friend, and assure yourself that Ingrid will visit us?" He added. "I'm sure she'll be more than happy to have some kind of entertainment, would you say?"
"It will be with my greatest pleasure, Ludvig" Alexay rose on his legs, while bending his upper body in a reverence, before directing his walking steps toward the exit of the parlor room.
Mikaelson's manor, Italy - Milan
Bonnie stretched her arms above her head, while keeping her eyes closed for a few extra seconds, with a blissful smile spreading on her full lips. She had slept like a baby in this new bed, and the birds' chirping right outside her bedroom window was a delightful sound into her ears.
"Rise and shine; sleepy head!" She heard the male hoarse voice greeted her, while startling, opening her eye, with her heart skipping a beat; before abruptly raising herself into a sitting position, sheet kept firmly over her chest, left hand placed in her hair, while scattering the bedroom in search of the intruder.
The said intruder; a pretentious cocky brown hair man, was sitting at the foot of her bed, arms crossed over his muscular chest, head titled to the left, with a smirk raising both corners of his manly lips.
"It's you… Of course it's you!" She pointed toward Kol Mikaelson's sitting position. "Are you out of your mind; you almost gave me a heart attack?" She busted at him, breathless; while pulling on the bed sheet to enroll the fabric around her naked body, before stepping away from the mattress. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I've told you that we would talk, so here I am!" Kol responded. "Mm… What a beautiful view of your feminine assets in the early hours of the morning; you sleep naked oftentimes, darling, or is it just for my visual pleasure?" He added; teaser. "You must know that if you would drop the bed sheet, I wouldn't complain."
"What about: not of your damn business if I sleep oftentimes naked or not, would that particular answer suit you?" She mumbled, angrily, between her teeth; before reaching for her clothes, left there the night before, on a nearby chair. "Now turn around!" She ordered; while turning her back at him.
"Oh come on, nothing that I did not see hundreds of times before!" Kol exclaimed, while slowly rising on his feet, before reaching the young woman's standing position. "Or that I won't see from you one day in a very near future." He murmured, seductively, near Bonnie's left ear; while lowering his head in the hollow of her shoulders; both of his opened palms slowly rising on her silky ebony skin; from her wrists to her upper arms.
Bonnie slowly raised her left leg, before kicking the vampire in the tibia, while giving an additional nudge in his abdomen, under his loud cry of pain.
"Fuck!" He protested; vehemently. "What did you do this for woman?"
"What? Why? Did I just hurt your monstrous male ego?" Bonnie retained her laughter, while raising the sheet on her hips, before sliding her panties on her legs. "Now, whoosh… I need to get dress!"
"At the moment, it's my sex drive barometer that's rising dangerously high." He mocked, while sliding his voyeurism sight on the back of her bare legs, and on the delicious curves of her bottom.
"Well, tell your "little friend" to go south instead of North!" She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, while squirming underneath the sheet to dress herself of her bra, soon followed by the rest of her clothes.
"The thing sweetheart is that there is nothing little about my "friend", but if you want to give "him" a pet name at his fair value, it would please me grandly?" He smirked; while leaning his back on a nearby dresser, before crossing his arms in front of his muscular chest. "You want for us to find him one?"
"Gosh, you're the most pretentious and arrogant man that I've ever met." Bonnie shook her head in disbelief; before dropping the sheet on the bed, while strolling by his side to reach the bedroom door.
"Well, it's not my fault if I'm particularly charming, dashing and sexy at the same time." Kol shrugged; intercepting Bonnie's exit while grabbing her left wrist to pull her in his arms, his two strong arms firmly encircling her waist. "Now, aren't you silencing that beautiful mouth of yours and give me a morning kiss?" He smirked, comically; while rising up-and-down both of his eyebrows.
"You want a morning kiss, you're kidding right?" Bonnie watched; speechless; while squirming underneath his strong grip to free herself of his imprisonment, but without achieving her goal. "Kol you're exasperating me!"
"Beautiful liar, you like me more and more, with each passing day; it's just a matter of time until… " Kol titled his head toward the bed, before raising his right hand to pass the tip of his thumb on the length of her bottom lip, in a suggestive gesture.
"Right…Sharing your bed, is a gift from heaven, because you're charming, dashing, and a sex-God on two legs, how could I even imagine refusing this opportunity?" She nodded, while narrowing her sight on him.
"Yah, it's about right." He smiled; proudly. "See, you're coming around; darling."
"This will happen, probably at the same time that I'll swim in an ocean filled with angry piranhas!" Bonnie replied, dryly; while hitting the heel of her boot on his right feet; before freeing herself of his embrace.
"Oh shit! You know that you're a real vixen, Bonnie Bennett." Kol exclaimed, while elevating his foot in the air. "Not that I am complaining, I love this hot-cold relationship that we're having, I was kind of bored before with women in general." He shrugged.
"Do you even hear yourself talking, mm? You're degrading the status of women as sexual objects each time your lips are moving!" She shouted; while grabbing her head with both hands.
"Me? Degrading women? Nah, I love women, and particularly a wild one name Bonnie Bennett." He replied, smirking; while lowering his foot on the floor. "Now that we've played our little "bickering" game of the day, and that we've both enjoyed it so much; why aren't you telling me what I came here to hear?"
"I don't know what you're talking about?" Bonnie shrugged, while lowering her flushed cheeks. "Now if you'll excuse-me, I'll try to find Carolina; and figure out with the help of your brother Elijah, when it will be safe to go back to England, where my life is waiting for me." She added, while turning the door handle; before letting out a cry of surprise when the panel reclose on its arch.
"What do you say if instead you'll answer to my question: How did you know that I had compelled you and what are you?" Kol asked; unwavering.
Bonnie took a deep breath into her lungs, before raising her sight in the Original.
"It's because I'm a witch." She responded, unceremoniously.
"Yngve… Welcome my friend!" Petrov greeted Mikael; while grabbing a sword placed on the wall, in a display showcase.
"Ludvig… It was much unexpected to receive an invitation into your own home." Mikael raised both corners of his lips into a sadistic smile. "And please, call me Mikael, Yngve is so last millennium, would you say?"
"I'll do as you wish, Mikael." Ludvig replied, good player, while throwing a sword in the air, in direction of his guest; who caught it in his right hand with much reflex. "I thought we could have a "friendly" combat, what do you say?"
"I'm always up to it." Mikael replied, while dropping the sword on a near table, only to take time to get rid of his jacket. "It's been a long time since our last combat, and we could always talk afterward?"
"It has been quite a long time." Petrov agreed, while choosing his own weapon; before turning to face his guest. "What do you say if we make things more interesting, like the winner obtains some kind of information?"
"Where's my wife, Petrov?" Mikael smirked, while waving his sword in front of his enemy's sight, as practice gesture.
"Did you say your wife?" Petrov repeated, before leaning his head back; while bursting into laughter. "You're delusional my dear Mikael, no, I meant the mother of my son, the love of my life. You remember Klaus, don't you?"
"I remember him all too well, unfortunately." Mikael winced, in disdain. "Now what is proving me that Esther has been retained against her will in these walls? You could easily have killed her, already." He shrugged, falsely indifferent.
Ludvig nodded to one of his guards; who immediately opened two doors, with Alexay pulling a reluctant Maria on his heels.
"Get your filthy hands away from me!" Maria exclaimed, while freeing herself of Alexay's strong grip on her arm.
"Sit!" He forced Maria, while pushing her on a chair.
"Ingrid? My dear, how has been your morning so far?" Ludvig greeted her.
"It has been a blissful morning in hell; in the house of the devil!" She replied, dryly; arms crossed over her chest; before turning her sight toward Mikael. "And it's getting worse by the minute, what are you doing here, Mister Mikaelson? You're here to gloat over the misfortune of others?"
"Hello my dear Esther, isn't it ironic that we are meeting each other in Russia of all places?" Mikael teased; perniciously. "You look a bit pale, are you nourishing yourself properly?"
"My name is Maria." She mumbled, angrily; between her teeth. "I'm a maid; and I am retained against my will in this house by this lunatic!" She pointed her hand to Ludvig.
"She refuses to drink blood." Ludvig shrugged his shoulders, unhappy. "But today, if I have to force it down her throat, I will." He added, while narrowing his sight on Maria.
"You've always been some kind of barbaric man, Petrov." Mikael replied, while raising the sleeves of his sweater on his forearms.
"It takes one to know one, my dear friend." Ludvig replied, mocker. "So what is the wage of this little combat?"
"It's you who desires to play this game of chess, Petrov; as for me I would give the information that you want freely, with one single condition." Mikael proposed.
"I'm listening?" Petrov replied, interested to hear his enemy's proposition.
"I'll give you the information of their present location, while delivering Klaus on a silver platter at the same time; in return of not harming my children and taking "my wife" back from your hands." Mikael let a smirk spread on his lips.
"You're delusional my friend, I want both my Ingrid and my son by my side." Ludvig replied, dryly.
"You are both mad, disturbed individuals!" Maria exclaimed, disgusted; while rising on her legs. "You're talking about the life of innocent victims like it has no value to you!" She added. "You are both disgusting!" She pointed a finger toward both men, before suddenly being hit by a dizzy spell, her weak body falling freely on the floor.
"Bring her back to her quarter, now!" Petrov ordered Alexay. "And force her to drink blood, for God sake."
Alexay raised Maria's body in his arms, before rushing outside the combat room.
"Well, I guess we'll have to battle to obtain what we both desire, my dear Mikael." Ludvig proposed; dryly.
"Katerina…" Elijah mumbled, in a semi-sleeping state of awareness; his hands sliding on the curves of the brunette's hips; while his head slowly rolled in the hollow of her left shoulder.
She moaned sounds of pleasure in her sleep, her naked body leaning on his muscular bare chest; both comfortably placed in the middle of the gigantic bed with the sheet slowly sliding from the rounded curves of her chest to her thin waist. Elijah's hands slowly cupped each breast in his palms, while stroking their erected tips, with his lips sliding on Katerina's neck, before leaving a trail of hot kisses, with his tongue following the length of her throbbing blue vein.
He suddenly felt the tip of his fangs lengthened near her pulsating vein, the reddish lines around his eyes darkening under the uncontrollable ghoulish impulses. He closed his eyes, while trying to get a grip on this unexpected morning urge to taste Katerina's red elixir. What was happening to him? Usually he could control himself in a more gentlemanly manner than this? He reopened his eyes widely; while being thankful for his many centuries of practice that gave him the necessary restrain to control himself.
The young Russian murmured the Original's name on her full parted lips, a smile raising both corners of her lips, while letting herself drift into this blissful semi-conscious state of erotic pleasure.
"Oh beautiful Katerina, what are you doing to me?" Elijah wondered to himself, out loud; before pushing the bed sheet to the foot of the bed; while sliding his fiery sight on Katerina's naked body. "I'm going to make you scream my name this time." He promised, in a shallow whisper.
Elijah Mikaelson, one of the Original vampires, more than a thousand years old, had fallen madly in love with this young human woman, and he was now realizing the enormous power she had over his emotions and actions, and it was frightening him more than he could even explain.
He positioned himself at foot of the bed, before slowly leaning his head to slide his lips to her left ankle, upward to her calf, the sensible spot behind her knee; the tender one inside of her thigh, his left hand following the same path with her right leg.
Katerina bended her lower back; while grabbing her pillow with both hands, her nails scratching the fabric, with each upward trail of Elijah's lips. She was now fully awake, but refusing to open her eyes in case this was just a dream, or a fragment of her erotic imagination. This man, a vampire, and her husband now, had become a toxic drug to her, which she was now fully realizing that she couldn't live without.
"Elijah…" She let the cry out of her mouth when his lips reached her intimacy; while tasting the intensifying wetness between her legs. She strengthened her upper body in a sitting position; her hands finding their ways to Elijah's head tucked between her legs, before letting her fingers burry themselves in his tangled morning hair, while pushing him in a nearer proximity of her burning core, her hips rocking the motions of his caresses.
Katerina's sexual pleasure came rapidly and in a flamboyant explosion of cries and intense tremors, leaving her panting for air.
Elijah raised his head and sight to glance at his wife; the biggest smirk of satisfaction and proudness over his prowess spreading on his lips. He had her exactly where he wanted…submitted to his wildest fantasies.
"выпендриваться!" The Russian woman exclaimed, while rolling her eyes. "It means "show off" in Russian."
"I know what it means, wife." Elijah replied, smiling; while rising on his legs in his vampire speed, before turning his wife's body on her chest, under her cry of surprise. He lay on her back, while raising her right leg on the side, before slowly entering his hard and erected member in her walls. "Now let me show you what your vampire husband can do as a "show off, Katerina" He teased; while slowly moving his length inside of her narrowness.
Katherine got out of the adjacent bathroom, hair brush at hands; while softly brushing the tips of her curls, when she saw Elijah's silhouette standing on their bedroom balcony, his hands holding the guard rail, with his sight lost in the beautiful scenery of the marina.
She reached his standing position, while startling him at her arrival by his side.
"Sorry, I did not mean to startle you, or butt in into your private time." The brunette leaned her back on the arch door; arms crossed over her chest; before letting a timid smile spread on her lips.
"You could never be a nuisance to me, Katerina… I'm way more relax when you're near me." He confessed, humbly. "It's me… I mean, it's me who should apologize for…" He stammered through his sentence, redness reaching his bearded cheeks. "For your awakening … I did not mean to …" He sighed; while not being able to formulate his thoughts.
"It's nothing that I couldn't handle." She shrugged. "Or that I did not appreciate … Immensely, from my husband." She added, a seductive smile raising one corner of her lips.
Does she even know how magnificent she is? Elijah wondered silently, while sliding an appreciative sight on her body.
"You're walking bare feet now, Katerina?" Elijah let a rictus raised a corner of his manly lips. "Your sister is rubbing off on you?" He added, mocker.
"Well, it's Italy and…I thought…" She started her sentence; while biting into her bottom lips. "Never mind, I'm bubbling." She added, shyly.
"And, you'll need a few Designer shoes I suppose?" Elijah mocked; while winking at her.
"Well… we are in Italy after all, one of the worldwide city of beautiful shoes; Elijah?" Katerina pledged her logic, in hope that he would agree to her request.
"The owner of a Designer Italian boutique will come to the house to show to your sister and yourself a few pieces of clothes, and shoes." Elijah informed his wife, laughter in his wife.
Katerina jumped on her feet, happily; while clapping her hands together. God it was so easy to bring a smile on his wife lips, what if one day he'll make her cry again? Elijah thought to himself, while losing his smile.
"But I don't want the slippers with the thing on top." He pointed a finger at her feet, as a warning.
"The feathers; I thought it was turning you on?" Katerina let her private thought slipped out of her mouth. "Oh I'm sorry, that is not what I meant." She shook her head, redness reaching her face.
"Are you mocking your husband, Katerina?" Elijah raised an eyebrow, teaser.
"No… yes." She confessed, smiling.
"Are we good? I mean …" He swallowed a lump of nervousness in his throat, while taking a pause. "I mean, about our marriage, and you know?"
"Yes, we're good." She nodded, shyly.
Elijah turned his sight back to the marina.
"You're worrying about Maria, aren't you?" Katerina asked, softly; while reaching his position near the rail.
"I'm just … Hoping she is fine and able to handle herself." He replied; honestly.
"I miss her too, I know … I know I've known her only for a short amount of time, but …" She shrugged her shoulders, while sliding her right hand on top of his joined ones. "Maria is special in many ways, and she acted like a mother toward me and my sister."
Elijah turned his head, in surprise; while drowning his sight in his wife's.
"Thank you." He managed to murmur, before grabbing her chin, and lowering his head near hers.
"You're welcome." Katerina replied, while closing her eyes, his lips touching hers a second later.
"So, I'm escorted out of this humble manor without a single "farewell" from the power that be?" Damon addressed both guards, sarcastically. They were holding him solidly on his upper arms, while dragging his feet toward the exit.
"Petrov's orders, you can leave the manor as of now." One responded, toneless. "You'll be escorted to the airport."
"Well, see I'm not saddened by the news, far from it." Damon responded, with a sour expression plastered on his face. "Just unsettle by it." He added. "I'm thinking: this must be a catch?"
Bring me bags of blood, she fainted… Damon suddenly heard Alexay's hoarse voice exclaimed to one of the maid; while turning his head and suddenly recognizing the woman Petrov's right arm man was carrying in his arms.
"You got to be kidding me!" He mumbled to himself, in surprise; his mind taking a decision that couldn't be wise or give him any kind of reward at the end of the day, if only putting his own ass at risk. "Hey fellow Russian guys, I need to visit the restroom before leaving to the airport, you know all these long lines of waiting to board the plane?" He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, falsely sincere.
Both guards exchanged a quick glance, before releasing Damon's arms, while nodding in direction of the nearest restroom.
"Be quick!" One ordered the young vampire.
"It's a sure thing, fellows." Damon nodded, while smiling and lying though his teeth. "Thanks, I really appreciate this, you are both real tsars!" He added, before leading his walking steps toward the restroom. Now he had to find Maria's quarter as soon as possible…And even sooner than that!
Carolina moaned softly in her semi-state of awareness; while stretching her arms above her head; her naked body spooning comfortably on Klaus's chest, with her head placed on the feathers pillow. She opened her heavy eyelids, while yawning upon waking. She took a rapid glance at the alarm clock placed on the bedside table; 8:30 a.m. was the present time. She slowly turned on herself to face her husband who was soundly asleep by her side; he let out a growl in his sleep, unsatisfied to feel the warmth of his wife's body detaching itself of his own.
She raised her right hand to her husband face, while assuring herself to not wake him up, before sliding the tips of her fingers on the manly line of his jaw, where a beard of a few days was starting to sting on her skin. A smile slowly spread on his lips, while his left hand searched the hollow of Carolina's waist to bring her in a closer proximity.
A fire reached the young woman cheeks when she noticed Klaus's obvious predominant bulge raising the thin fabric of the bed sheet. It's not that she was "naïve' per say; but she had never been intimate with a man before Klaus Mikealson, this vampire man, who she had just learned the species existence a few hours ago, and now her lawful husband, had been her first, and it had started on a bad note between them. Not that she wanted to rehash the past to this point, she had made peace with it, made her bed and lie in it; with her own decision to forgive and stay with him, but she have had no time to accommodate herself to what being intimate with a man entitled in her day to day life. She had pass from a rocky first sexual experience to this mind blowing sex, with a experimented man, and she had so many things to learn that she was not aware of, or simply so unexperienced, like last night had proved to her once more. In addition she had no idea if the fact that her husband was a vampire could mean something different in her intimate moment?
Carolina, curious, slowly raised the sheet above her head to take a look at … Well, what seemed to be her husband early morning sexual awakening, she thought to herself while biting her bottom lip. Yap! It was that … Even in his sleep? That was peculiar … Or maybe not? In the past, she had encounter herself a few erotic dreams that had left her … How could she articulates her thoughts … panting and ready for action? Yes, that summarized it perfectly!
"What are you looking at, Love?" Klaus asked, teaser.
Carolina's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her husband hoarse voice, while she promptly pushed the sheet down of her head, back over her chest.
"What? Oh … You're awake?" She stammered, nervously; while passing a hand through her tangled short curls. "I wasn't aware that you had waking up, since when exactly?" She asked, on edge.
"I woke up at the moment you dived your head underneath the bed sheet." He smirked; with an arched eyebrow.
"Oh…" Carolina swallowed a lump in her throat; while addressing a timid smile.
"And?" Klaus pushed the note, under her obvious shyness to broach the subject.
"And nothing … My … My feet were stuck underneath the sheet, so I … I untucked them." She stammered a bit more, redness apparent on both of her cheeks. "I'm so sorry if I woke you up."
Carolina turned on herself, her head now placed on her pillow, while turning her back at her husband sight in the same occasion; allowing herself to finally take deep breaths into her lungs.
"Carolina, please talk to me, sweetheart?" Klaus murmured near her left ear, while pushing his body in proximity of hers.
Well this wasn't helping much? She thought to herself, before opening her eyes widely, while feeling his hardness on her lower back.
"Did I do something wrong last night? Was I inconsiderate to you? Please talk to me, Love?" He asked; tremors in his voice.
"No… " She reassured him, while turning her head to buried her sight in his blue eyes. "You gave me pleasure." She added, shyly. "A lot of pleasure… I'm just terribly shy sometimes, nothing major though."
"Sometimes I forgot how … How sensible you are." He shook his head; uncomfortable.
"You mean how unexperienced and innocent I am, don't you?" She pouted, adorably; while turning her head back to the other side.
"No, no … Why would you say something like that?" He wondered, out loud; while tucking his head in the hollow of her left shoulder, before raising both of his hands from her waist to the heavenly curves of her breasts.
"I don't know." Caroline shrugged. "I guess, I'm thinking that you could be disappointed of my youth or inexperience?" She added. "You have so much experience yourself, and you probably have known so many women?"
"Oh Carolina…" Klaus growled loudly; his lips sliding on the left side of her delicious neck. "Don't you know by now…How magnificent you are to me?" He murmured, while swallowing a lump in his throat. "I'm drawn to you, to your kindness, your purity … You're this amazing bright light in my darkness, you're everything that I'm not, and that I'll never be." He complimented her, while kissing her earlobe. "And I'm sexually attracted to you, like I've never been to any other woman before you, day to night, and night to day… That explains what you've questioned yourself, so innocently; a few minutes ago."
"I …You knew?" She asked, surprised; while turning her body and her sight back at him. "You most think I'm foolish?"
"No, you're not; you're just curious and eager to learn; I see a lot of my human self in you. And, I always know what you're thinking, I read you like a book." Klaus replied, a timid smile spreading on his lips; while slowly rubbing his hands on the length of her naked body. "Please talk to me; always … I want to know everything: your questioning, your hopes, and your worries, even about sex, promise me?" He whispered, before brushing her parted lips of a kiss.
"I promise." She replied, while returning his smile; her forehead touching Klaus's.
"I want you, I want you now…" He repeated, intensely; while lowering his hands on her lower back, the firm curves of her bottom, before sliding his heated lips on the valley between her breasts, leaving a trail of kisses on her silky skin.
Carolina let out a moan of pleasure, while burying her hands on the thickness of his golden locks; her legs wrapping easily around his pelvis.
"If you don't want a replay of last night, just tell me and I'll stop?" Klaus suggested, before raising his head and closing his eyes; while taking a grip on himself, to help him hold his sexual fire.
"I want …" Carolina tried to formulate her sexual fantasy to her husband, the words being stuck in her throat.
"What do you want, Love?" Klaus asked, worryingly; while sliding a strand of her blond hair behind her left ear.
"I want to try something new." She finally confessed, redness reaching her cheeks.
"Oh …" Klaus exclaimed; speechless and surprised. "Something you did not like previously? Ok, you care to share?"
God! In more than a thousand years on this planet, none of the women he had met had ever put him in such state of shyness.
"It's… It's nothing fancy or anything…" She stammered, nervously. "I just wonder if it will be different if I place myself on top of you."
Klaus let out a sigh of relief and a smile spreading on his lips, with a sound of laughter.
"You're mocking me?" She pouted, while losing her smile.
"No, no… no, don't think that, please." He shook his head; while caressing the contour of his wife beautiful face. "I'm just relieved that you want to experiment a little bit more with me." He added, while strengthening his upper body in a sitting position; promptly grabbing Carolina by the waist to raise her on his lap, before slowly positioning his hard length at the humid entrance of her burning core.
It's her who lowered her hips; slowly burying his rigidity in the deepness of her narrowed walls, while letting a few panting sounds out of her mouth. She slowly moved her pelvic in such ways to rub her private parts, while intensify her pleasure.
"Oh Carolina…I don't deserve you." Klaus growled; while wrapping his arms around her trembling body; before raising his own hips to bury his length further inside, in their mutual path to orgasm.
"Did she drink blood?" Alexay inquired the information to the maid.
"Yes master; she drank a little bit, she is resting now." The young woman responded, politely and with a strong Russian accent; before closing the bedroom door behind her back.
Master… Damon winced at the title attribution; while hiding from both their sights.
"Keep an eye on her; be certain that she'll nourish herself in the next few hours." Alexay ordered the young Russian woman; before walking by her side toward the other side of the manor.
Damon took a last look at the empty corridor, before entering Maria's room; while closing the door silently behind his back.
"Maria?" He murmured near the maid's head, while strengthening her body in a sitting position. "Wakeup for God sake, we don't have a lot of time in front of us. Snap out of it!"
Maria slowly raised her heavy eyelids; while staring at Damon through her blurry vision.
"Mister Damon Salvatore, what, how … I mean, why are you here?" Maria stammered through her sentence, in total shock.
"It's me who should ask you this question?" Damon replied to her questioning.
"Ludvig Petrov … He kidnapped me." She responded to him.
"That's what I thought, Maria Esther Ingrid … Whatever your first name is at the moment, but if I was you I would try the shorter version of your first name, you know if only to help the British government." He suggested; mocker. "I'm sorry, my dear, but we don't have time to chit-chat at the moment." He helped her rise on her legs. "Are you able to walk? You want me to give you blood?" He wondered, while bringing his own wrist near his mouth.
"Yes, I'll be able to walk, and no, don't worry … I'll be fine with the blood." Maria informed, while nodding her head. "What is your plan, what are we going to do?" She asked more.
"Escape, we're going to escape." Damon replied, while dragging the vampire woman on his heels.
Granted he always have had a huge aversion for all of Esther's sons and that was the main reason he had helped Ludvig Petrov before… Well, that and the fact that he would have probably being found dead in an alley if he hadn't oblige to Pretrov's demand. But the amnesic woman had always been polite to him the few times he had presented himself to the Mikaelson's mansion in England/London, and he couldn't turn a blind eye or his back to her present abducted situation.
"You're bright and early this morning?" Stefan Salvatore greeted Rebekah, while stepping on the terrace to reach a serving table, before pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I had forgotten how breathtaking the view of the marina was from this terrace."
"I couldn't sleep." Rebekah gave the simple explanation; while bringing her own cup to her lips. "Yes, it's truly beautiful." She added, evasively; while taking a few bites into her croissant.
"You are still worrying about Maria, aren't you?" Stefan arched an eyebrow.
"See that's the thing, Stefan; I know nothing about Klaus's father other than the fact that he was the man with whom my mother had an infidelity with. I don't know if he could hurt her or play a sick game with her." She rose on her legs, while grabbing the terrace guard rail with both hands. "And I know, you've told me that he wouldn't hurt Maria, because he has feelings for her." She added. "But, with our father, Mikael, we all know now how demented and perverted he can be, but at the end of the day; something in my heart is telling me that he wouldn't intentionally hurt her." Rebekah tried to explain to Stefan. "He made her mother amnesic, because he couldn't accept her betrayal; but he could have easily killed her, and he never did."
"Knowing Mikael; I don't know if it's reassuring or literally just a bomb timer ready to hit its zero and explode sooner than later." Stefan responded; while dropping his cup on the marble table.
"Well thanks for the help, Salvatore." She sighed; while rolling her eyes to the blue Mediterranean sky.
"I'm sorry, Rebekah; truth be told I'm not trusting either of them." Stefan replied; while reaching her standing position; before slowly sliding his opened palms from her wrists to her upper arms; his chin placed on top of her head. "You should try to relax." He whispered softly.
"What are you doing?" The Original inquired; while opening her eyes widely, before swallowing a lump in her throat.
"I'm rocking you in my arms." He explained; while closing his eyes. "Is it a problem?"
"It's … It is kind of unsettling, why would you do that?" She wondered out loud.
"Why would I not?" Stefan replied; laughter in his voice.
"Well, it's not like you like me very much, so … Why would you play this prince charming role, especially with me?" Rebekah wondered; while shrugging her shoulders.
"Why do you think that I don't like you?" Stefan opened his eyes; while continuing to rock her, with his arms firmly wrapped around her waist. "It's ridiculous Rebekah; I'm offering you a moment of comfort, is this so bad of me?" He asked. "Does it bother you so much to have my arms around you?"
"Because you don't offer me comfort, usually; I'm suspicious of you, Salvatore. Don't make this "thing", something more than an attempt to have me lower my defense around you." She replied, while squirming uncomfortably under his touch.
"Me, rocking you in my arms is essentially meant to calm you down, Rebekah; and make you forget for a few minutes all your worries about your mother. What other purpose could I have to help you, Rebekah; why can I get out of you by doing this?" Stefan pushed the woman at arm length; while narrowing his sight on her; both closed fists placed on each side of his waist. Now he was officially mad!
"You always have a hidden purpose, Salvatore." She raised her chin, arms crossed over her chest; in a pouting expression.
"You got to be kidding me." Stefan passed a hand through his morning hair. "Is there any way to make you stop with this nonsense of yours?" He wondered; out loud.
"No, if I want to talk and express myself, I'll talk and I'll express myself, and it's not you, Salvatore, who will stop…." Rebekah warned him, without being able to finish her sentence.
The young vampire took a step forward; while cupping Rebekah's face with both hands, before crushing his manly lips on her trembling ones, under her loud cry of protestation.
"Are you done talking now, Mikaelson?" Stefan mouthed the words on top of her trembling lips. "Are you ready to relax only for a few minutes?" He asked in a soft murmur. "And before you ask, this doesn't mean anything; it's just to help you relax. And, I have zero hidden purpose to kiss you, and it will be forgotten by both parties, like it never happened, deal?"
"Why? What will you do?" Rebekah asked; while burying her sight in Stefan's.
"I'm going to kiss you… " Stefan replied; before nibbling on her bottom lips. "Again, and again, and again…For the next, let say … ten minutes." He added, a smile spreading on his lips; before deepening their embrace.
"A witch, you mean like magical potions, pointed black hat and a broom?" Kol questioned Bonnie, teaser.
"It's very funny!" Bonnie mumbled, angrily; between her teeth.
"Oh come on, it's the best news ever!" He exclaimed; while grabbing both of her shoulders. "Now it becomes clearer why you've sensed my supernatural essence to begin with."
"Don't act like you did not sense yourself that I was one, I wouldn't believe you." Bonnie narrowed her mad glance on the Original.
"Well, I had a good hunch, darling; but listen, owning a witch is a benediction from heaven or hell, which I couldn't care less from which side it's coming this time to tell you the truth." Kol grabbed his head with both hands; with a smile spreading on his lips. "God, I've scored high on this one!"
"I'm not a pet, Kol!" Bonnie protested; vehemently.
"But you would be so cute with a little bow in your hair, and a diamond dog-collar." He winked, before being hit on his right upper arm. "Ouch! I'm joking."
"You don't own me, you own nothing of me, do you understand?" She poked his chest, with one straight finger. "And you're not scoring anything on this body!" She added; while sliding a hand in front of her, from head to toes.
"Ok, ok … I articulated my thoughts wrongly, chill bewitched! But; Bonnie you're going to help us, you're a freaking blessing in disguise." He raised his closed right fist in the air, in a victory gesture.
"No, I won't help you now or ever." She responded, uncomfortable; while turning her back to his sight, arms crossed over her chest.
"You'll stand motionless, while Klaus's father will bring the supernatural world to its end by building a new empire of hybrids?" Kol exclaimed, in shock. "You can't be serious? I was … I was joking before Bonnie; believe me I have the most respect for the witches."
"I know nothing about Carolina's husband problem with her father." Bonnie shrugged. "I've been brought here against my will."
"I'll explain everything you need to know." Kol promised, while turning her around to face him. "We'll talk to Elijah, and see if you can do a locator spell for our mother."
"No." She shook her head, under strong nervous compulsions.
"Why not for God sake, I promise we won't kill innocent victims, if this is what you're worrying about?" Kol asked, dumbfounded.
"No!" She lashed out to his face, tears rolling on her cheeks. "I can't help you, because I'm not practicing magic anymore; I've put my power aside many years ago, when my grandmother died; and I promised myself to never use magic ever again in the future." She concluded, while pushing herself at arm length from his standing position; before storming out of the bedroom, under a loud slamming sound of the door.
"Damn!" Kol mumbled, angrily, between his teeth; before hitting his right foot on the dresser; while passing a hand through his tangled hair. "That was real smooth, Mikealson, real smooth."
"When I'll sign you, you'll run as fast as you can toward the forest, ok?" Damon whispered near Maria's ears. "If ever I don't make it; go to the central station; in the locker number 368, you'll find all you need to reach Italy." He gave the information; while sliding a key in Maria's hands.
"Italy, Milan… That is where my s… I mean my employers are?" Maria murmured, while sighing with relief; a smile spreading on her lips.
"Yes." Damon affirmed.
Maria nodded to the young vampire's suggestions; while waiting for his gestural order.
They had hidden in the staff kitchen for a few minutes; where an opened backdoor could lead them to their freedom.
Damon finally signed the patriarch woman; while pushing her toward the opened exit. Maria rushed in her vampire speed, while exiting for good Petrov's mansion; without turning her sight to take a single look behind her. It's when she reached bushes, where she kneeled to hide herself; that she realized that she had lost Stefan Salvatore's brother, he had obviously been captured again.
ooOoo
Damon was lying on the kitchen floor, with a boot's heel pushed on his throat.
"Care to explain yourself, earthworm?" The young, red hair, vampire woman asked him; with a strong Russian accent.
"It's kind of difficult; considering you're cutting my throat and vocal cords at the same time." Damon responded, while grabbing the tip of her boot with both hands, but without being able to move it away from his throat.
Obviously; that force of nature had been trained for this kind of situation; because he had not stood a chance against her combat skills in the 3 minutes 16 seconds he had fought against the vampire.
"You should find yourself lucky that I did not kill the piece of shit that you are … Yet!" She spit on the floor, at a near inch of his face, at the same moment guards were entering the kitchen. "You fools, look! He was trying to escape." She titled her head toward Damon's lying position on the floor.
"Who are you?" Damon asked, dumbfounded.
"Anastassia Petrov." The red head replied, a sadistic rictus raising both sides of her lips. "Now, how do you want me to kill you?"
"You got to be kidding me!" He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth; while closing his eyes. This woman vampire was Petrov's daughter? He should have known that playing the Good Samaritan to Maria would come back to haunt him.
Mikael dodged, once more, the sword attack of his enemy, while bending his upper body, before rolling on the floor to retaliate.
"You're losing your touch, Petrov!" Mikael mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"No, my dear friend; it's you who lost yours." Petrov responded, laughter in his voice.
Alexay pushed the entrance doors of the combat room, while leading his rapid walking steps toward his master.
"Petrov, can I have a word in private, please?" He nodded, respectfully; while making a reverence.
"Don't you have eyes to see that I'm busy entertaining my dear friend; Mikael Mikaelson?" Ludvig replied to his right arm man, dryly; while hitting his sword with the one of his enemy.
"It is urgent and of the most importance that I speak to you now." Alexay added, while rolling his eyes at the display of anger between both men.
"Well, it'll have to wait! уходи!" Ludvig ordered Alexay to disappear from his sight in Russian.
"Damon Salvatore helped your lady to escape." Alexay exclaimed, while raising his chin in the air. Maybe this would finally caught Petrov's attention?
Both men dropped their swords on the wooden floor, while turning their sights in direction of the soldier.
"What did you just say?" Petrov asked, dumbfounded; while reaching Petrov's standing position. "How is this even possible?" He busted at his right arm man's face.
"I'm not sure." Alexay lowered his head, repentant.
"Oh please, entertain me, this is highly fascinating!" Mikael leaned his head back; while bursting into laughter; before grabbing his vest. "A young vampire was able to free Esther from your poisoned claws? I need to send him a thank you card."
"Shut up, Yngve!" Petrov pointed a finger in direction of his enemy, before turning his stare at Alexay. "Where is that rat now? I will kill him with my bare hands!"
"That's the thing, Petrov." Alexay mumbled, shyly. "Anastassia is here. She's the one who captured him before he could escape himself."
"черт побери!" Ludvig swore in Russian, while pacing back and forth. "Send a few men to search the premises of the manor, she can't be too far. And a few more at the train station and the airport…"
"On this amusing note, I'll leave you to your dysfunctional family; I don't see the need to make any kind of pact with you anymore, my dear Ludvig." Mikael grinned, while leading his walking steps toward the exit.
"Don't be too cocky about the fact that I've lost a battle, Mikael; I intend to win the war!" Ludvig lashed out to his enemy.
"And I'll be there to watch!" Mikael signed the Russian man with a hand gesture, smirk raising both sides of his lips. "Ta-ta!" He added; before storming out of the combat room.
"Stop fighting the inevitable!" Mikael mumbled, angrily, between his teeth; while dragging the reticent woman toward the limousine. It had been easy for the Original patriarch to had found Esther's trail and drag her back to safety.
"Let me go!" Maria busted to her ex-husband's face; while squirming underneath his grip of steel.
"Oh for God sake, woman; you've always been such a taming of the shrew!" He added, while pushing her inside the vehicle; entering himself, before closing the passenger door.
"Take us to the airport!" He ordered the chauffeur.
"Oh this is great; I've been abducted by a sick demented man only to find myself held captive a second later, by a sicker one!" Maria exclaimed, while rubbing the bruises on her wrists.
"Oh you're so melodramatic when you want to be, my dear!" Mikael replied, while rolling his eyes.
"Don't tell me that you won't keep me captive for your own twisted game; I wouldn't believe you." She lashed out to his face.
"My dear I've been married to you, I have no intention of keeping you as my prisoner, I'm everything but stupid!" Mikael replied; while shaking his head. "Once in a life time was enough for my taste." He added, with a sour expression.
"Then what do you want from me?" Maria asked; at burned doublet.
"I'm bringing you back to our children." Mikael responded; to the speechless woman.
Thank you, as always, for reading the "A blissful morning in hell" chapter, guys!
Isn't it fun when I finish a chapter this way (lol)?
Sorry for the longer wait for this present update, but I'm busier than usual these days; "real" life is more demanding, and will still be for the next few months ahead so thank you in advance for your patience. Nevertheless, I hope you had a blast reading it? I truly love developing the "Mikael – Esther – Klaus's biological father" side of this story, and I would have loved to see it unfold on my TV screen in the spin-off series, but I won't even approach the subject, because it gives headaches (lol)!
Much love as always my dear readers,
Lovely Vero
Thank you for all the anonymous reviews received, guys!
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Tanja: LOL … You know sweetie, you probably have a point at comparing Lucinda to Isabella, though … Isabella is more rigid in her say and a secondary character in this present story, as opposed to Lucinda who became the star *wink-wink* or the other one. Thanks for your input.
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