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.
Important writer's message: Like briefly mentioned in the last chapter, but more officially now; please take into good note that I'll be taking a time-off (spring / summer hiatus) from this story for a period of a few weeks. I have life obligations coming at me all at once (move, possible new job); and I want to take care of those before coming back to a calmer time and reprising this story. Thanks a lot, guys; for your understanding and comprehension.
Previously on Sweet Kisses from Russia …
A foot-kick in the panels of the French doors reasoned in their ears, making the two men turned their heads simultaneously toward the main entrance of the parlor room.
"Имя самостоятельно, или умереть – I order you to name yourself or die?" Alexay ordered the intruder in both languages; while grabbing a sword placed on the wall.
"The name is Klaus Mikaelson, I think your "boss" is waiting for me; and please, see the fuck that I give about your threat!" Klaus responded; while grabbing Alexay by the throat; raising the man's body in the air, before throwing it at the opposite side of the large room.
Alexay landed on a service table with an acute sound of broken glasses and plates, under the amusement of Petrov, who stood at a few feet of distance of the scene, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and a smile plastered on his face.
"Klaus, Klaus, Klaus … Why are you always so impolite when invited by others?" Stefan Salvatore questioned his friend, mockingly; while crossing the threshold of the parlor room.
"What can I say, Stefan; I like to make an entrance worth of a king." Klaus mocked, while narrowing his sight on the imposing man who stood at a near distance of their own standing positions.
"The name is Stefan Salvatore, if you're wondering; I've heard that you were retaining my brother against his will." Stefan presented himself and reason of his presence; while nodding in direction of Klaus's father. "And you are?" He added, teaser.
"Klaus…" Ludvig Petrov exclaimed, proudly; before reaching his son's standing position. Both of their chins rose as confrontational gesture; with their fiery sights narrowed on each other. "My son, we finally meet!" He added with a tone of proudness in his voice.
ooOoo
"For what purposes would the Vatican hired witches?" Bonnie asked, in anticipation.
"Bringing down the supernatural world once in for all." Aurora continued explaining. "They wanted to get rid of all supernatural species."
"Call me crazy, but aren't witches a supernatural species?" Kol pointed toward the young woman.
"Yes, they are; but for them it was a way to control the devil by using his hands." Aurora added as a figure of speech. "But it backfired on them; the witches turned against the Vatican, only to found their own deaths in suspicious ways."
"How did you grandmother died?" Kol asked Bonnie.
"She … She was found death in her own living room." Bonnie shrugged.
"I bet she had no health problem?" Aurora questioned.
"She had no problem that I know of." Bonnie shook her head.
"What are you trying to tell us, Aurora?" Kol asked; while narrowing his sight on the Italian woman.
"It's simple, Kol; The Vatican had rallied the most powerful witches in the world, once more; to kill all supernatural species." Aurora announced, unceremoniously; her chest rising over her heavy breaths.
"Shit!" Kol exclaimed; with a mouth opened expression plastered on his face; before turning his head to face a speechless Bonnie. "I believe we just found worst threat than Ludvig Petrov!"
Chapter 24
"Welcome to Russia!"
Russia, Petrov's mansion…
"Don't have the pretension to call me your son." Klaus mumbled, angrily, between his teeth; his fiery sight locked in Petrov's. "For me you're nothing more than an annoying problem that needs to be dismissed, at the present moment."
"What should I call you then, Klaus; Mikael's son, perhaps? Would you prefer that?" Ludvig replied, perniciously; a rictus raising the right side of his lips. "I've heard his relationship with you was everything but a fatherly one, am I mistaking?"
"Pot calling the kettle much?" Stefan rolled his eyes, a loud sigh escaping his lips.
"What an interesting expression, Mister Salvatore." The Russian hybrid smirked, pointing a finger in direction of the vampire; before turning on his heels to lead his steps toward the bar. "Are you by any chance comparing Mikael Mikaelson with myself; what an enormous error you're making, young, foolish vampire."
"Fuck!" Alexay growled, while getting back on his feet, his right hand rising to wipe the trickle of blood running down from his opened bottom lip to his chin. "Your son certainly has your fighting skills, Petrov."
"Oh, look at you, all bruised! Would you care for a handkerchief?" Stefan mocked, while pulling a white piece of cotton and lace from the inside of his leather jacket. "What?" The young vampire stared at Klaus, who glanced with a smirk and an arched eyebrow in his friend's direction. "It belongs to your sister. I thought that perhaps Mister…"
"Alexay…" Petrov's right arm man mumbled, between his teeth.
"Thank you. I thought that perhaps, Mister Alexay, would share the same feminine taste than your sister?" Stefan pushed the note, shrugging.
"Nошел на хуй!" Alexay swore in his natal language, trace of rage perceived in his tone of voice, his fists placed on each side of his tensed body, slowly retracing his steps toward Stefan's position.
"Oh dear, I think Mister Alexay is not happy." Stefan winced, mockingly.
"I can see why you're friend with Mister Salvatore; he would obviously die in honor of your friendship." Petrov mentioned to his son, pointing in the vampire direction, once more. "I see so much of my younger self in you, Klaus." He confessed.
"That's promising." Stefan rolled his eyes, while sighing loudly.
"You're a "king" in the making, proud, courageous, strong… You stare at the danger in the eyes, without even blinking once, am I mistaking?" Ludvig smirked, vodka being poured in two additional glasses.
"Is there a point to all of this? Or is it because you love hearing the sound of your own voice?" Klaus sighed loudly, impatient.
Petrov glanced at his biological son, surprised by his set of nerves; before leaning his head back a second later to burst into laughter.
"I obviously lay aside "impetuous"." Ludvig added, winking. "Tell me, Klaus; putting aside your eternal status, would you also die for someone?"
Klaus swallowed a lump in his throat; not oftentimes in his long life he has had the chance to stand across the room of a man, a real opponent, with such an imposing aura of power than his biological father. But, he would force out his own heart out of his chest before giving that man the pleasure to see in his eyes the mixed feelings he was creating in himself.
"Where's my wife?" Klaus mumbled, angrily, between his teeth; taking an extra step to stand face to face with the Russian man.
"She is safe and sound; I would never think of hurting the most precious thing in my son's life." Ludvig replied, his chin rose, his fiery sight lost in Klaus's. "And, I would never hurt your mother as well."
"Doubtful considering you'd kidnapped her under false pretences under my roof." Klaus busted to his father's face.
"Klaus you must know by now, that men like us are obligated to take certain… How should I put it? Let say, measures to obtain what they want." Petrov replied, with a dryer tone of voice; before handing a glass of vodka to his son.
Klaus let a loud growl sound escape his lips; his left hand brushing the glass in a burst of anger, in a shrill noise of broken crystal hitting the fire brick wall.
"Let me see my wife, now!" He repeated, wincing.
"I see…" Petrov commented, pulling a handkerchief from one of his vest pockets, before wiping drops of vodka on his hand. "I obviously omit: "hot-tempered" as well."
Alexay took a few steps toward his master, before being held immobile with a hand gesture from the said man.
"It's ok, Alexay, Me and my son, we are getting acquainted to one another." Petrov added, smirking.
"While we are on the subject of missing person, can I be informed of my brother whereabouts in this palace?" Stefan asked, teaser.
"Your brother is now the property of my daughter, Anastassia, Mister Salvatore." Petrov declared; content to see Klaus raising an eyebrow at the appellation of the young woman. "Yes, you have another sister, Klaus, as "hot-tempered" as you are, if I may add." He added. "Damon Salvatore betrayed my trust; therefore I gave him, as a gift, to my daughter for her to decide of his fate."
"And where can I find this delightful creature?" Stefan asked, sarcastically.
"I'll let my guards bring the both of you to both Carolina and Damon." Ludvig informed, while clapping in his hands to alert a few guards to enter.
"And then we'll be out of your way." Stefan commented. "I would say it was a pleasure, but it was not … so…"
"Doubtful, Mister Salvatore, you wouldn't think of refusing my invitation, would you?" Petrov asked, good player.
"Spill it!" Klaus ordered, shameless to hurt their host's feelings. "What do you want from us?"
"I'm hosting a dinner party tomorrow night to introduce my beloved son to my entourage; I hope that you and your entire family could join me for the festivities?" Petrov proposed.
Klaus stared at the Russian man for a few seconds, before leaning his head back to burst into laughter.
"That's your way of making a joke I suppose?" He commented to his father.
"I don't think he's joking, Klaus." Stefan added, sighing loudly.
"And what if we decline your, oh so thoughtful invitation?" Klaus questioned, raised chin, eyes narrowed on Petrov.
"Well, like I was saying earlier, then I'll have no other choices than the last resort to take certain measures to obtain what I want, will I?" Ludvig teased, good player. "I give my words of honor that I'll harm no one of your friends and family, can we agree to that?" He stared into his son glance.
"Your words of honor are worth nothing to me." Klaus replied, dryly.
"But they are to me." Petrov replied, uncompromisingly, before signing and ordering his guards with a hand gesture to bring them to both Carolina and Damon.
For Damon Salvatore, it was a blessing in disguise that he was not obligated to breathe to keep his vampire-self alive, or he would have died from lack of oxygen inside his lungs. Anastassia Petrov was in fire and very, very greedy, a woman who demanded nothing else but her lover's total obedience. That much, Damon had figured it out!
Unfortunately for him, he had always been the one in total control of his bedding conquests, and this present situation left him both frustrated of losing all his power, and eager at the same time to let her do whatever she wanted with his body. Her mouth was sucking his lips in the most intense and passionate way, with her tongue frantically searching, playing and twirling with his, in a battle that would proclaim no winner.
"Detach me, Anastassia, now!" Damon growled in a mix of arousal and pain, feeling her teeth biting into the tender flesh of his bottom lips; before licking the trickle of blood escaping the snick.
"Who's the dominatrix now, my sweet Damon, mm?" Anastassia whispered, lusciously; sliding her lips on the left side of his neck, in a mix of licking and biting, purposely rubbing her hot core on his obvious, predominant bulge, only covered by this ridiculous leather brief.
"Detach me and I promise to show you who can dominate who?" Damon suggested, suddenly left under her sensual spell. "I want to make love to you, baby."
"I prefer to be the one on top of things, Damon, with you underneath me, obedient and docile.' Anastassia responded, before lowering her head on his bare chest to gently bite his right nipple. Oh she was good! She was so fucking good!
A discreet knock on the door startled the red-hair bombshell, with her sight turning toward the guard who had passed his head between the arch and the panel.
"Жди меня в коридоре" She ordered the guard to wait for her outside, before jumping off the bed.
"Ansastassia, you won't leave me here like this, will you?" Damon asked, worried eyes; while pulling on his restrains. "Not without finishing what you've started, right baby?" He smirked, hopeful.
"Shush, Damon." Anastassia winked, while placing one of her fingers on his parted lips; before retracing her steps toward the bedroom door, the panel closing on her back a second later, while leaving him in this awkward lying position.
"Anastassia!" Damon's loud yell reasoned in the mansion corridor.
Elijah slowly pushed the panel of the bedroom door, before taking his first steps inside, a silver platter being held in his hands.
"Katerina?" He called his wife name, softly, while scattering the room for her presence. He knew that she was inside; Maria had just left her side an hour ago.
The subtle creak sound of the bathroom door being opened on its arch suddenly attracted his attention toward the white spectre of his wife. Her skin was white as the snow covering the London streets in winter, she had dark circles under her eyes, and her usual svelte silhouette looked thinner and frailer than usual. She was obviously rejecting her transition with all the strength she got left in her. She suddenly raised her eyes at him, a mixed of anger and disdain filling her sight.
"I … I brought you breakfast." Elijah informed, toneless; before dropping the silver platter on the bedspread. "I … There's regular food and a blood bag."
"I don't want any of it." Katerina replied, dryly; while dragging her feet to reach the window, both hands rising to slowly open the curtains, before jumping aback at the first burn of the sun.
"Katerina, you can't!" Elijah exclaimed to warn his wife, suddenly rushing by her side, alerted by her cries of pain. He promptly closed the curtains, providing a sudden appeasing penumbra in the room.
"Oh God, it hurts!" She complained, tears rolling on both cheeks, her body falling on the carpet, with her knees raised to her chest.
"Oh sweet woman, what did you do to yourself?" Elijah kneeled by Katerina's side, his hands trying to palpate her burns, while noticing with relief that it was minor, and would disappear rapidly.
"Leave me alone!" She busted, frantically pushing his hands away from her skin.
"Katerina, I just want to help you, let me help you, please?" Elijah begged her.
"Fuck you!" The Russian girl lashed out, blue veins appearing around her eyes, under her burst of rage. "And get out of this room!"
Elijah let a growl escape his lips; jumping back on his straight legs, before pacing back and forth in front of the bed, with his closed fists placed on each side of his tensed body.
"You're acting in an irrational manner, Katerina!" He disputed; nervously passing his right hand into his tangled hair. "You're in transition to become a vampire, woman, you need to drink blood!" He added, dryly; while pointing toward the tray. "Or, at the risk of repeating my say, for the hundreds of times, you'll die!"
"Wouldn't it be the perfect revenge for me to die, making my death weight on your shoulders and conscience for eternity?" She let a nervous and sadistic laugh escape her.
"You're being mean and unreasonable." Elijah winced at her say.
"Oh this is precious!" Katerina busted, while slowly and painfully rising on her feet. "You're … You're a hypocrite, Elijah." She grabbed the edge of a dresser to keep her equilibrium. "I'm mean? Are you serious? I've asked you for one favor to never turn me as a vampire, and next thing you did is turning me as one."
"I've told you my reasons already, Katerina; can we just not get stuck on the same argument, over and over, for God sake!" He held his pace, pointing a finger at her direction.
"Why? It's eating you inside to know that for once in your pathetic eternal life you weren't the moralistic and honorable man that you've shouted on the roof of being?" She mumbled, angrily, between her teeth.
"You don't know what you're saying." He frowned. "You're tired, in pain, and you're strength is leaving you. Please, drink the blood."
"Where's my sister? I want to see Carolina… before…" Katerina swallowed a lump in her throat, not able to formulate the rest of her sentence.
Elijah closed his eyes, before raising his right hand to strike his eyelids. It would get way harder before it reach a point of not feeling so much pain for her. Maria had confirmed to him that she had informed the brunette of her sister's whereabouts at the present moment, but Katerina was also rambling under her present state of shock over her transition, so it wouldn't surprise more of him if she had completely forgot.
"She's not here at the moment." Elijah replied, accompanied of a slow sigh. Not that he would ever think that this evasive respond could content his wife, but he owed it to himself to at least try.
"Where is she then?" She replied, barely able to walk in his direction.
"Carolina … Oh dear God, she's …" The Original tried to formulate, while passing a hand over his face before finally admitting her sister's whereabouts. "She's back in Russia."
"No, that's not true… What are you saying; you're a mad man, why would you be so cruel as making something up on my sister, Elijah?" Katerina busted to his face, suddenly losing her balance, only to retain herself at the foot of the bed.
"Well, simply because I'm not making this up, Katerina." Elijah replied. "Your sister went back to your natal country to meet with Petrov; I figure she wanted to help the situation." He tried to explain to the best of his capacity. He raised his sight at her frail silhouette; her white complexion was changing into this greyish one. Soon, she would mummify if not nourished with blood.
"For the last time, you need to drink the blood bag?" Elijah grabbed the bag left on the silver tray, before handing it to the young woman.
Katerina grabbed the bag from his hand, before furiously throwing it on the opposite upholstered wall, with the red elixir spreading in all direction, on walls, carpet and furniture.
"There… Are you happy now?" She lashed out, furiously; closed fists placed on each side of her tensed body.
The Original felt anger, grander than life itself, held his entire being in hostage. His white knuckles, closed fists, and tensed boy, obvious signs of the battle he had just lost with himself to keep his calm with her unwillingness and foolishness to comply to his wish to save her from an upcoming death. Elijah raised his head, redness and dark lines appearing inside and around his eyes, true signs of him transforming into his vampire self. He narrowed his fiery sight toward the woman he had chosen as his wife; it was obvious to a blind that he had suddenly transformed into the hunter who'll hunt his prey until he'd get what he wanted.
Katerina blenched at the physical and mental changes she felt in him, slowly raising her frail and paralyzed body in a standing position, while taking unbalanced steps toward the back, vain attempt to reach an obvious unreachable place of safety. Though, all things considered, she was dying, why fight for the inevitable? If he wanted to finish her off, maybe it would be better this way?
"Elijah, don't … Don't come nearer to me!" She stammered through her request, against her best judgement, while slowly raising her right opened palm to hold him immobile.
He got rid of his blazer, folding it perfectly in two, before deposing the heavy fabric on a nearby chair, with a sadistic rictus raising the left corner of his lips. The kind and understandable husband was gone, only one of the eldest vampires was now standing in front of her. Slowly, with a calculated move of his hands, he rolled the sleeves of his man shirt, before opening the front row of buttons in slow, calculated movements.
"What… What are you doing?' She couldn't do without stammering more, suddenly losing her balance, her shaking hands grabbing the back of an armchair to hold her equilibrium. She felt like her strength was leaving her body all at once, nausea taking the young woman by surprise. "You don't have any use for your "escort-wife"; so … So you want to finish her off, is that it?"
Elijah kept silent. It wouldn't be long now; she would probably die in the next hours if he was not acting promptly and without any concerns for her own wish. Nothing would hold him down to this point … Nothing! He knew instinctively this could be the only way to achieve his goal. Sensuality and sexuality had always been a huge factor in their relationship since the first time he had laid his eyes on the young Russian woman, and it will be his way out to force blood into her body and soul, once in for all! There was no other way, none! And the hell if she would hate him for eternity after this … He couldn't care less to this point, she hated him already, anyway.
Katerina took a rapid glance toward the half-opened bathroom door, if only she could reach it, maybe he would grant her to die in peace and alone? Would it hurt? She did not think twice, she darted toward her only remaining chance and goal, faltering on her trembling and almost motionless legs, only to hear Elijah loud and deep growl reasoning into her ears, his two strong hands grabbing her waist to pull her body back on the bed, under her loud cries of surprise and panic.
Elijah held her immobile with a firm grip of his left hand placed on her throat, her weak hands grabbing his wrists in a vain attempt to free herself, with her teary sight imploring him, in silence, to let them go. He opened the drawer of the nearest nightstand, pulling from its inside a letter opener, before cutting the left side of his neck, until the blood started to spread down his throat and bare muscular chest.
With the little strength she had left in her, Katerina kicked her legs in all directions, squirming underneath her husband weight, while trying to free herself of his firm grip on both of her wrists. The anger took the best of her, and it's without even her acknowledgement that she felt her transformation into vampirism occur.
"That's it, come for me, beautiful…" Elijah commented, rolling on himself to pull her body in top of his own, only to forcefully push her head toward his opened and bleeding cut.
Katerina's eyes turned red, her teeth lengthened under the smell and sight of Elijah's blood. And it's under a loud growl that she greedily entered her fangs in his wounded flesh.
"Yes, that's it beautiful … That's it …" Elijah rested his head on the pillow, a loud sigh of satisfaction and ecstasy escaping his parted lips, left under the only sensation of her teeth pushed in his flesh, with her lips grindingly aspirating his blood in large gulps in her throat, an intense pleasure spreading in his entire body, while he could feel an obvious arousal of his length in his crotch.
He kept a firm hand pressed at the base of Katerina's neck to help her mouth in place on his opened wound and spreading blood; slowly sliding his right hand on the length of her upper body, in slow, sensual caresses that made her moan with pleasure.
"You need to understand how pleasurable drinking blood can be, Katerina." Elijah whispered, cupping one of her breasts with his right hand, shortly after opening the cotton fabric of her nightgown, before gently sticking her hard-aroused nipples with the tip of his thumb. "How pleasurable it can be to share it between lovers…" He continued to murmur, raising the nightgown high on her thighs, only to insert his wandering fingers underneath her lace panties, on her hot and palpating core.
She slowly raised her head from his opened wound, with haggard red eyes, as well as a state of sudden uncontrollable ecstasy, trickles of blood escaping her lips, slowly rolling on her chin.
"God you're even more beautiful this way." Elijah commented, hoarsely; his fingers tracing the red lines around his wife eyes, the tips of her exposed fangs, before grabbing her chin to lower his head to taste his own blood on her lips. "Beautiful … and so tempting …" He mouthed the words, between kisses, slowly sliding the tip of his tongue on her neck, on the length of her blue vein. He knew he couldn't bite her at this point in time, but the temptation was still present in his mind.
Katerina suddenly regained her strength and sense of reality, pushing herself at arm length from his sensual spell, before jumping off the bed, both hands raised in front of her trembling body as a protection mechanism.
"Don't touch me like this, ever again! This is disgusting!" She busted to his face, while seeing him blenched under the insult, before rising on his own legs.
"No Katerina, it's not … It's your true nature, and it won't be long now before you'll beg me for more." He responded, dryly; retracing his steps toward the bedroom door. He turned one last time to look at his wife, a mixed of sadness and anger perceived in his glance, before slamming the door behind his back.
"Why do I feel like I won't like what I'm about to find behind this door?" Stefan raised an eyebrow, slowly glancing in direction of Klaus.
They were both standing in front of a bedroom door, guards posted on each side of the arch; with a few additional ones that had been ordered to bring them to that particular location in the mansion.
"It's not like you'll find Damon attached to the bedframe, naked, is it?" Klaus shrugged, impatient. Damon Salvatore was not one of his favorite vampires; if it was not for Stefan being related to him, Klaus would have killed him a long time ago.
"If you want to leave and find Carolina now, you know that you can, don't you?" Stefan suggested.
"I prefer to calm the rage I have inside me toward "my wife", beforehand." Klaus closed his eyes, both closed fists placed along his tensed body. "I wanted to decide "when and where" I would meet my … I mean, Petrov, and she forced it on me." He growled.
"This courageous, human girl is doing a number on my hybrid friend, isn't she?" Stefan grinned, teasingly. "I've never thought I'll see that day."
"Could you just shut-up and open the damn door, Salvatore?" Klaus growled, unhappy. "That is, if you still want to breathe the next minute?"
Stefan slowly pushed the panel, with a subtle creak sound of the door, before remaining motionless and speechless at the view.
"Well, well, well … What do we have here?" Klaus smirked, arms crossed over his muscular chest, upper right side of his body leaning on the arch door. "Please accept my deepest apologies, Stefan; it appears that your brother is in fact lying naked, and attached to the bedframe, dressed of a … Is this a very tight, leather brief? He mocked, openly; his right hand rose over his mouth to hold his laughter.
"What the fuck?" Damon exclaimed, his head raised from his resting position on the pillow, sight fixated on both visitors standing over the threshold. "What are you doing here?"
"You must be kidding me?" Stefan sighed loudly; before raising his right hand to strike his eyelids.
"Well, I never thought your brother was found of "bondage", but to each his own taste, I presume." Klaus pushed the humorous note, still grinning. "Personally, I prefer torture." He shrugged, amused. "The devil in me enjoys it way more to be the master instead of the submissive."
"Oh, please… Just stop talking." Stefan begged, mostly embarrassed.
"Get him out of here for God sake, Stefan!" Damon titled his head toward Klaus, still restrained by the collar placed around his neck, while pulling with his arms and legs in every direction, in a vain attempt to free his four members of this awkward situation.
"I believe the little "doggy" is talking to you?" Klaus pointed toward Damon, laughter escaping his lips.
"Stefan, get Mikaelson out of this room or I swear I'll rip his heart out of his chest, if only to get rid of his pretentious smirk, as soon as … As soon as I'll free myself of this … This "thing"!" Damon mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"Klaus can you … Please?" Stefan sighed, loudly; both closed fists placed on each side of his waist. "I've been mortified and ashamed enough as it is."
"Sure thing, Mate… But, could you just take a picture before releasing your brother, for future reference of course?" Klaus couldn't help himself to tease more, before turning on his heels to face Petrov's guards.
"Верни меня кней" He asked the guards to bring him to Carolina, in a perfect Russian, before closing the panel behind his back.
Stefan shook his head, his steps leading him at the foot of the bed to release his brother of his imprisonment, before taking a few extra to reach Damon's wrists.
"Who is he talking about?" Damon inquired.
"He's talking about his wife, Carolina." Stefan replied, evasively.
"She's here, in the mansion?" Damon asked, surprised.
"Yes." Stefan added. "You've stoop to a new low, Damon." He, then, mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, while freeing his older sibling of the last restrain.
"I've stoop to a new low? What about your friend Mikaelson?" Damon exclaimed, in shock; jumping out of the bed, on both feet, while rubbing his sored wrists.
"He's not the one tied to a bedframe in his … His … What are you wearing anyway?" Stefan looked at Damon's lack of clothes, disdainfully.
"You think I've enjoyed being tied up to a bed, almost naked?" Damon pointed toward the fetish gear placed on the bed.
"I so don't want to have this conversation with you." Stefan shook a forbidden finger underneath Damon's nose. "Your sexual preferences are not at the top of my list of concerns at the moment."
"This is not even close of being my sexual preferences!" Damon exclaimed, redness reaching his face. "It's Petrov's daughter, Anastassia; she did this to me!"
"And I'm sure you've fought hard to get rid of her, mm?" Stefan crossed his arms in front of his chest, eyebrows arched.
"Well, no … Not in theory … Fuck, I'm only a vampire man and she's kind of a bombshell." Damon shrugged, apologetically; while tilting his head.
"Why am I not surprised?" Stefan rolled his eyes.
"I don't know why you're so pissed at me, brother; I've helped Maria escape from this hell." Damon played his set of cards, wrapping the sheet around his waist.
"Do you want me to bring the fanfare and give you a medal, Damon?" Stefan busted to his brother's face. "You saved her after siding with Petrov, while being his informant, really? I should shake your hand, perhaps? Do you even know what that man is planning to do?"
"I kind of figured that much later." Damon winced. "And I swear to you I've tried to escape that man's claws. But it was a lost cause, obviously."
"Get dress, I can barely look at you at the moment." Stefan ordered; while retracing his steps toward the bedroom door, his right hand grabbing the handle.
"With what, she took my clothes?!" Damon shrugged.
"I don't know, I don't care ... Find a way!" Stefan shrugged it off.
"Can we get out of here now?" Damon inquired.
"Out of here? No, we are not getting out of here, Damon. And, do you know why?" Stefan replied, grabbing the handle to pull the door open. "Petrov is hosting a dinner party in honor of his son, Klaus, and we are all invited to attend. But, I don't see this invitation being a problem for you, is it? You and Petrov became friends with time, or am I mistaking?" He added, sarcastically; before slamming the panel on its arch behind his back.
"Damn it!" Damon grabbed the sheet, before throwing it, angrily, on the bed.
Rebekah turned on herself several times, scattering the room in search of her cellphone; the constant ringer tone reasoning between the four walls. She finally found the device on the bedroom floor, near the rug, at the foot of her bed.
"Hello, I mean… Rebekah Mikaelson." She responded, hoping that it could actually be news from either Klaus or Stefan.
"It's me." Stefan greeted, in a short sentence.
"Fuck Salvatore; do you know how worried I've been?" Rebekah exclaimed; her left hand buried in her blonde lustrous hair.
"Oh sorry "wife", next time I'll try to call you sooner in-between my convo with a psychopath." Stefan replied, impatient; while leading his steps toward the terrace of his attributed bedroom, his left hand grabbing the guardrail, his sight buried in the dark night.
"Don't be snappy with me, Salvatore; I have no way of knowing what is going on in Russia with you, my brother and Petrov. Did you find him and is Carolina safe?" She inquired, while starting to bite her nails.
"Yes, on both accounts." Stefan responded, before letting a loud sigh. "And… I'm sorry, Rebekah; my brother has this impeccable talent to bring the worst of mood in myself." he winced, while stroking his eyelids.
"What? You found Damon also?" Rebekah replied, surprised. "He's in Petrov's mansion?"
"Not only I found him in Petrov's mansion, but he was very submissive and attached to a bed frame, dressed of leather underwear, both arms and legs spread opened." Stefan rolled his eyes to the stars.
"Ewwww….. Too much information, the visual twisted my stomach in knots, I just want to vomit now." Rebekah winced, disdainfully.
"Just imagine witnessing it on the spot." Stefan sighed.
"I know your brother did his fair share of weird stuff, and I'll hate myself for asking, but what possessed him? Or, please don't tell me Petrov has this fetish side in him?" She questioned.
"Thankfully, it wasn't Ludivig Petrov. Klaus's sister took my brother under her wings as his slave, as retaliation for helping Maria to escape." Stefan explained to a speechless Rebekah.
"Wait, what? Back up, back up … Last I've hears, I'm Klaus's sister, aren't I?" Rebekah exclaimed, while shaking her head to get a grasp on reality.
"Oh yah, about that; well … Let's just say Klaus just found another sister in the name of Anastassia Petrov." Stefan explained, evasively.
"What do you mean another sister, Petrov had another child than Klaus?" Rebekah concluded.
"Not to burst your bubble but the man must have children all around the world." Stefan rolled his eyes.
"Wow! I … How did he took the news?" Rebekah asked, while slowly taking a sitting position at the foot of her bed. At the present moment Stefan's news was a bit too much for her to handle, though she would not admit it.
"Who, Klaus… You know him, except for the nerves on his cheeks twitching; he gave nothing away, especially in front of his biological father." Stefan replied, toneless.
Rebekah closed her eyes, an emptiness suddenly feeling her body and soul.
"Rebekah?" Stefan called, alerted by her quietness.
"Mm…" She mumbled the sound, sight lost in the emptiness of her room.
"You're "his" baby sister, Bekah; now and forever, you must know that?" Stefan told, in a lower, deeper and softer voice. "You're unique, and … irreplaceable."
"You really think so?" She asked, tears filling her eyes.
"You know that I do … Why do you think I still keep up with you after all these years?" He mocked, gently.
"You're an ass, Salvatore!" She sniffed, loudly.
"Yah, I like you too." He smirked.
"Where are you now, what's happening in Russia?" She inquired, curiously.
"Believe it or not, we apparently are staying in Petrov's mansion for a few nights." Stefan sighed, loudly. "His camouflage order was a personal and very formal invitation. We could have made a run for it, but we turned on our heels only to meet an army of hybrids, and they were not smiling at us, let me tell you." He teased.
"What, but why? Klaus found Carolina; she is safe and sound, is she?" Rebekah inquired, suddenly back on her legs.
"Yes, she is fine; strangely enough, Petrov did not harm Carolina." Stefan nodded. "You're about to all receive an invitation from the "Master" himself." He informed. "Believe it or not, Ludvig Petrov will host a dinner party, inviting all of us, to officially welcome Klaus in his family, and to discuss the future of our species."
"That man is a son of a bitch!" Rebekah exclaimed, in fury. "Is he serious?"
"Rebekah Mikaelson, your manners, young lady." Stefan disputed, retaining a smile for spreading on his lips.
"Oh fuck you, Salvatore; you're not thinking less than I do." The blonde vampire rolled her eyes.
"Probably not …" Stefan replied, under laughter.
"Where are you now?" Rebekah asked more.
"I'm standing in the opened terrace of one of his very luxurious bedroom suites?" Stefan replied.
"Alone?" She wondered, against her better judgement.
"Why, you think Petrov would send me a gift in a form of female companionship?" Stefan smirked.
"He's been known to appreciate escorts after all." Rebekah shrugged. "He met Katerina that way, no?"
"Would that bother you?" Stefan asked. "It's been a long time since I've shared my bed with a woman."
Rebekah swallowed a lump in her throat, redness reaching both of her cheeks.
"Why would it bother me?" She replied, while trying to hide the tremors in her voice, her shaking hand grabbing a glass of water that she had just poured to herself, before taking a few gulps to clear her throat and nervousness…Get a fucking grip, Rebekah!
"You're right; it shouldn't because it's you that I want to have sex with, not an escort." Stefan replied, unceremoniously. "Interested?"
A large spit of water escaped her lips, under the following loud sounds of coughing.
"What did you just say?" Rebekah exclaimed, in shock.
"You heard me, Bekah." Stefan replied, smirking. "I think we need some kind of stress relief, and you're celibate at the moment, so am I; we've been together in the past, and we've been fooling around the few past days, exchanging kisses, so why not?"
"Did you just ask me to have sex with you like I was an escort?" Rebekah exclaimed in shock. The Vodka in Russia must be very strong, that was the only logical explanation. "Go fuck yourself, Salvatore!" She added, before angrily hung up on him.
"Well I take that as a "yes" then, Miss Mikaelson!" Stefan busted into laughter, before burying his cellphone in the back pocket of his jeans. "See you soon, baby!"
"La signora Maria… La signora Maria…" Isabella frantically called, through the corridor of the Italian villa.
"For heaven sake, Isabella; what is going on?" Maria appeared in front of the Italian maid.
""Banditi" in front of the villa; they are parked in their big, large trucks." Isabella informed, gesturing with her hands and arms.
"Bandits… Oh dear God, they must be Petrov's men?" Maria concluded, before leading her steps toward one of the bay window in the main living room, her sight now fixated on the range of camouflage vans parked in near proximity of the villa.
She sighed loudly, eyes closed, with her junctures grabbing the window arch; before suddenly feeling two strong arms pulling her out of the opened view, only to be pushed in the opposite wall, with a muscular body pressing his weight on hers.
"Don't ever put yourself at open-view like this, you hear me, Mrs. Maria?" George warned the patriarch woman, his sight lost in hers.
"Yes, I hear you, George." Maria nodded to the bodyguard, obedient. "But, if I may comment, it's not like they could kill me with a shot of a gun, could they?" She raised an eyebrow, well aware of the heat that was suddenly spreading in her body at his too close proximity.
"It could still hurt, would you say?" George commented, winking; suddenly releasing his strong grip on her shoulders. "I'm sorry if I had to be rude, it's for your own good. Please, stay back from the windows, especially you." He nodded toward the maid.
"Sì signore." Isabella shook her head, in agreement. "You think they are vampires too?"
"Hybrids to be more exact, well... A sort of mutation species." George explained to the Italian maid. "How ... I'm sorry, it's obviously not of my business." He added, redness reaching her cheeks. "But, you're human; arent' you?"
"I man; Signore Mikaelson saved my son of an upcoming death one day, since then, and until my own death, I'll always be grateful for his help." Isabella explained to the bodyguard.
George nodded to her say, in respect.
"How many of them?" Elijah inquired to his right arm man, entering the living room, while tucking his man shirt in his trousers.
"Five or six trucks filled with Petrov's men." George informed his boss.
"That was to be expected. Klaus's biological father learned our wereabout with the arrival of Carolina in Russia." Elijah sighed, loudly; while taking a quite look at the window.
"Mister Mikaelson!" Maria exclaimed, outraged.
"Mother, if you want to express yourself to me, I think you can let down the formalities between us as of now, would you say?" Elijah suggested, a rictus raising the left side of his lips.
"You're right, I'm sorry… I'm you mother, and I should act like it." She sighed, loudly; while crossing her hands in front of her chest. "Then, Elijah … What are you thinking showing yourself half-dressed in the living room?"
"Well, mother you'll have to forgive this misstep from my part, if only for the fact that Petrov's hybrid men are lurking at the villa now, can I be forgiven?" Elijah replied, teaser.
"Well, you can be forgiven for your lack of decency, only …" Maria approached his son, before whispering the rest of her sentence in his right ear. "If your lack of clothes is leading me to believe that you have reconciled with your wife."
"It's hardly the case." Elijah winced. "Katerina, she's … She's being an incorrigible "taming of the shrew"!" He growled more. "She refuses to listen to reason, and she's stubborn as hell."
"Did she drink?" Maria wondered, hopeful.
"I forced her." Elijah shrugged, a loud sigh escaping his lips. "Not one of my finest moments."
"You're both back on track, I'm so happy." Maria smiled, while raising her right hand to caress her son's right cheek.
"Mother, I have no idea from where you're picking those crazy ideas of yours?" Elijah shook his head.
"A mother knows best, my dear Elijah." She winked at him.
"Awesome family, what's happening?" Kol grinned, stepping forward the threshold of the living room, while scattering the group. "What? Why are you all wearing those long faces?"
"Stefan called!" Rebekah rushed behind her brother's heels.
"Are there any news why we are besieged by an army of hybrids, who are lurking at us?" Elijah asked his sister; while keeping an eye on the vans.
"Yes, I … I don't think they'll attack us in any way or form." Rebekah shook her head.
"Oh dear God, how's Carolina?" Maria asked, her right hand rose over her chest.
"She is safe and sound." Rebekah confirmed to her mother. "Stefan informed me that Petrov is holding a dinner party and we should soon receive a dinner invitation to attend." She added. "They are probably here to escort us to Russia."
"In other words, we are obligated to attend this event or there will be retaliation?" Elijah frowned, unhappy.
"You mean this invitation?" Kol grinned, while raising his right hand that was holding a beige envelope.
"Where did you get this envelope, young man?" Maria snatched it from her youngest.
"I went outside and I've exchanged a few greeting words with Petrov's men." Kol shrugged, amused.
"Did you even think with your head, Kol?" Elijah snatched the envelope back from his mother's hand.
"What, what Elijah? What can they do to me? If they wanted to attack, they would have done it ages ago." Kol responded, while gesturing with his hands.
"And one single bite could have put you in danger, young fool!" Elijah busted to his brother. "They are an army of hybrids being built by Petrov's hands, the only person who could have healed you is Klaus, and he is at thousands of miles from here!"
"I did not think of that…" Kol lowered his head, shamelessly, while biting into his bottom lip.
'What are we going to do, Elijah?" Maria asked, while rubbing both hands together.
"Invitation is in fact formal." Elijah shrugged. "What did Stefan say?" He turned his head toward his sister.
"Basically he simply said that we have no other choice but to present ourselves at Petrov's party." She shrugged, helpless. "I
"I see …" Elijah sighed, loudly; before raising his right hand to strike his eyelids. "Prepare your suitcases; I guess we're leaving for Russia in a few hours." He added, before handing the card to George. "Tell them that we'll be ready to leave with their accommodation in a few hours."
"I will do that, boss." George nodded, leading his steps outside, but not before addressing a timid smile to Maria, who nodded in return.
"Wait a minute?" Kol scattered the room, in alert. "Where is Bonnie this time?"
They all lowered their heads, hiding their sights from Kol's glance, while holding their laughter at bay.
"You got to be kidding me? She left, again?" He growled; closed fists placed on each side of his tensed body.
"Kol, it's not like we can't retained her against her will, she's not related to any of us." Elijah replied, a rictus raising the right side of his lips.
"Damn, that witch!" Kol retraced his steps toward the exit of the room.
"I would try handcuffs if I was you?" Rebekah teased him.
"Rebekah; that's suggestion is certainly not lady-like!" Maria exclaimed, outraged.
"What?" The blonde shrugged, dumbfounded. "That could help, no?"
"I'll take the idea into good consideration." Kol pointed a finger toward his sister.
"What about the invitation, Miss Bennett's name and your own are listed on it?" Elijah reminded him.
"We'll catch up with you!" Kol replied, before storming out.
Bonnie flipped through the pages of the magazine she was holding in her hands. Granted she knew little about Italian, but at least she was able to enjoy the images to divert her attention on something else than the urgent matter at hands. The train schedule had been of much help, she would find herself in Rome in no time now, she thought to herself, while leaning her back comfortably in her seat.
She suddenly felt a round and cold object on her right fist, and she raised her sight upward mostly alerted by the subtle "click" sound.
"What … What is this?" She raised her right arm in the air, while glancing at the handcuff with a petrified expression plastered on her face.
"Well, good morning to you too, cupcake." Kol greeted, smirking; lowering his head near Bonnie's, to bless her right cheek of a kiss, before taking his own sitting position, in the train, beside her. "Here, I brought you breakfast." He dropped a paper bag to her lap.
"Eww… Don't do that in public." She rubbed her cheek to erase the memory of his lips on her skin.
"You weren't so holy nun when you ask me to join you in bed the other night?" He commented, while biting into his brioche.
"What is this "thing" locked on my wrist, Kol?" Bonnie mumbled, angrily, between her teeth.
"Handcuff…" The thousand years old vampire responded, shrugging; before taking another bite of his food.
Bonnie grabbed Kol's brioche and paper back, before opening her side window, only to throw the food outside.
"There!" She grinned, happy of the bright move she had just pulled, before throwing the paper back placed on her lap, as well.
"Hey! You've just thrown Italian brioches for the pigeons to eat it!" Kol exclaimed, stretched neck to take a look at the brioches and the birds urgently flying on top to grab pieces.
"Detach my hand from yours now, or I'll swear it's another part of your anatomy that I'll throw to the birds!" The brunette threated, her sight narrowed on Kol.
"Promise, promise…" Kol kept his sight locked in hers, a smirk raising both sides of his lips; before grabbing Bonnie's left hand to slowly deposit it near his crotch, on his lap. "You want to do it now, or you prefer to wait for a more suitable time, away from curious eyes?"
'Oh you're disgusting!" She pulled her hand away, while noticing the cute older Italian couple that was staring at them, with huge grins on their faces. "People are looking, Kol; give me the handcuffs key?"
"Nope, I won't give you the key!" Kol shook his head, cool-headed.
"Why, for God sake?" She asked, steam coming out of her ears.
"Because, I've told you to stay safe in the villa, but it's been several times that you've ran through my fingers and are not listening to me." He replied, more calmly than what he felt.
"Fine, I'll find the damn key myself then!" Bonnie replied, while rummaging through the pockets of his jacket.
"In the meantime, maybe you could tell me why you're heading to Rome?" Kol questioned, while hearing the last call for passengers to embark the train ride.
Bonnie rolled her eyes, sighing; while still rummaging through all Kol's pockets.
"Aurora contacted me, apparently a group of witches, protesters, for what I could grab of the conversation, is about to meet in Rome." Bonnie informed him.
"And you want to learn more about what is going on and see if Aurora's words are indeed the truth." Kol nodded, in agreement.
"Yes, not only I need to found out what had happened to my grandmother, but I need to know what's going on now." Bonnie added, her left hand suddenly sliding into the front pocket of his jeans.
"Oh, careful darling, you're near a forbidden land." He teased, winking.
"Oh, go to hell! Where did you put that damn key?" She exclaimed, impatient; while feeling the train starting to move toward its destination. "Is there something new on your end?"
"Except for the fact that we have all been invited to Petrov's diner party in Russia, nah, nothing new." He shrugged, mocker.
"What? Are you kidding? Did Stefan and Klaus found Carolina, is she safe?" She inquired, mouth opened.
"Yes, she's safe." He nodded.
"I'll stay handcuffed to your wrist, won't I?" Bonnie sighed loudly, before letting herself fall back on her seat.
"It's your fault." Kol replied, grinning.
"How is this even my damn fault?" Bonnie stared into his eyes.
"You're thrown the key yourself, darling; it was in my breakfast bag." He informed, with laughter escaping his lips. "Isn't life grand?" He added. "Now, we are handcuffed for the better or worse!"
Caroline stood on the balcony, holding the guardrail with both hands, her knuckles blenching under her strong grip. She had felt some kind of effervescence in the aura of the mansion; the servants and guards who had visited her private quarters seemed agitated and were obviously avoiding her inquiring sight.
Did something happen? Did Klaus come to save her? Was that the main reason of all this palpable excitement? She shook her head, eyes closed … No! She needed to stop this nonsense now… She had no reason to believe that Klaus would come to rescue her from his father lethal claws. She had foolishly made such a bad decision to leave Italy to take a plane to Russia, only to be retained prisoner by Petrov… Stupid! Granted her reasons were coming from the heart. She had seen indescribable pain in her husband's eyes when she had busted her resentment to his face…. Unbearable pain! She had obviously cut him deep inside of his soul. In retrospective, she knew that her sister's accident had brought its load of sufferance in her heart, and she had taken her anger on him. So in an attempt of making amends she had wanted to put a stop to Petrov's sick plan to run all of their life and destiny.
And now she was kept prisoner in this mansion, same mansion that her sister Katerina had been invited as an escort a few months ago. Granted she was treated with respect and consideration, with its load of servants present to fulfill all of her needs, but prisoner was still how she felt in these closed walls.
Katerina… What had happened to her sister? Was she a vampire now? No doubt in Carolina's mind that her sister had fought the idea with all she got in her, but at the same time, the young Russian knew in her heart how much Katerina's husband loved her sibling. Katerina was actually in the position that Carolina had dreamed to be … Turned by her husband as his equal.
She closed her eyes taking deep breaths inside her lungs, her mind trying to find peace in the simple exercise of filling her chest with air … Up – down … Up- down …
She suddenly opened her eyes, all her senses in alert; the beats of her heart rising in high speed, with the fast rhythmic pace reasoning in the deepness of her ears. She could feel "him" near her, through her heart, mind and soul …
She turned on herself, suddenly facing her husband intense blue gaze, her right hand raised over her chest in a vain attempt to calm her raising heartbeats down.
"You… You've been standing there for long?" She inquired with tremors in the voice. "Did you just arrive in Russia?"
Klaus kept his silence, with his fiery sight slowly sliding on the length of her shivering body, creating an additional range of intense shivers in her spin, in a mix of anticipation and fear of his reaction.
"Say something please?" Carolina begged, a lump being swallowed in her throat.
"Are you scared of me, Love?" Klaus asked, a sadistic smile raising the right side of his manly lips… Same lips she had been dreaming about since her arrival to Russia.
"No, why … Why are you asking me that question?" She stammered through her sentence, stepping back from his imposing presence in the room, with her body touching the wall a few seconds later.
"I don't know… Your nervousness in my presence, or…" He started listing, pausing; while throwing his leather backpack on an armchair, before noisily cracking his knuckles one by one, in the most threatening way. "There is also your uncontrollable stammering, or the fact that you are glued to the wall, perhaps?" He added, while getting rid of his leather vest in slow, calculated movements.
"I'm …." Carlina startled, before closing her eyes to fill-up her lungs with air. "I'm not afraid of you, that… That's simply ridiculous. You're … You're my husband." Damn stammering! Damn her unwillingness to move her back from the wall!
"The same husband you ran away from, or am I mistaking?" He inquired, perniciously; advancing toward her standing position, one slow step at a time.
"I did not … I did not run from you." She shook he head, nervously. "I ran from … I ran from myself."
"You ran from yourself? How interesting, sweetheart." Klaus smirked, suddenly reaching his wife standing position, with his tensed and muscular body leaning on hers. "Your lips are trembling, still nervous about yourself, Carolina?" He inquired, his right thumb sliding on the length of her bottom lips in a sensual way.
Jerk! He was obviously doing this in purpose!
"I'm not nervous, nor afraid …" She managed to murmur, eyes closed, with the rapid beats of her heart playing drum inside of her chest, intense fire spreading from her core to her entire body. "I'm not running am I?"
"Did you have to run from Petrov's men, Love? Mm… Tell me?" Klaus asked, a finger tracing the length of the blue vein on the left side of her neck.
"I … I don't know what you mean?" Carolina swallowed, an electric discharge spreading from her head to toes, at the simple touch of his finger.
"Well, a beautiful human girl like you, with all her "assets" displayed in front their eyes; I bet that some of them were tempted by the visual." Klaus explained, his finger slowly tracing down the cleavage of her white summer sweater, before cupping two full hands of her breasts, his thumbs playing with her hard and erected nipples, through the fabric.
"Oh…" Carolina titled her head back to the wall, moan of pleasure escaping her lips. She had long for Klaus's arrival, for his presence, for his touch …
"Were they able to smell you like I smell you now?" He asked, his teeth nibbling on her right ear, before his lips could slide on her neck.
"I… I don't know what you mean?" Carolina replied, breathless; her hands detaching from the wall, only to rise on her husband muscular chest.
"I'm talking about this sweet, spicy odor of wetness between your legs." Klaus explained, pushing his right knee to oblige the young woman to open her legs, lowering his right hand to slide a few fingers on her core, between her legs, where the damp fabric of her jeans was an obvious sign of her sexual arousal.
"How can you smell that?" She raised her blushed cheeks, ashamed of the realization.
"There are a lot of things you don't even know about the animal who lives in me, and inside all vampires, sweetheart." He commented. "You want me to slide my fingers underneath your panties?" He raised both eyebrows, threatening to execute his say. "You want me to fill you up and prove to you how much you're dripping for me?" He questioned. "You think you would have been that wet for one of Petrov's man?"
Oh that was it, wasn't it?! Asshole!
"Fuck you! Get off of me!" Carolina yelled, while pushing on her husband's chest with both hands, to free herself from his solid grip, before stumbling a few feet away from his threatening glance. "How dare you say something like this to me?" She pointed a forbidden finger in his direction. "You perfectly know that you are the man who took my virginity and that you are the only man that I've ever been with, you're sick, Klaus!"
"How can I dare? How dare you, Carolina, putting your life at risk like you've just do." Klaus yelled back at her. "What were you thinking, Love?" He grabbed his head with both hands. "Do you know how easily you could have been abuse by this army of hybrids? Do you? Tortured, raped, your carcass fed to the animals?" He listed, while pacing back and forth in front of the bed. "You've no way of knowing what Petrov had in his head, what he would do with you, or to you? You were just lucky that he wanted to keep you as a bargaining cheap to make a deal with me."
Carolina closed her eyes, her right hand raised to her chest, in a vain attempt to calm her heart for pumping so rapidly and noisily inside her chest.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry …" She tried to explain to the best of her capacity. "I did not think, I just … I acted, and I did not envision that it would put you in such a strange predicament with your biological father."
"Don't call him that, Petrov Ludvig is nothing to me!" The hybrid mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"I'm sorry; I won't call him your father anymore, I promise." She shook her head, nervously rubbing her hand together. "I know you're mad…"
"Mad do not even start to cover it!" Klaus lashed out, while cutting her sentence. "What could have possessed you to take a plane back to Russia to meet with him, of all people?"
"I … I wanted to make things better for all of us, I wanted to put an end to all this hurt I've been feeling inside of my soul." Carolina responded, tears filling her eyes.
"For all the pain I've inflected on you, you mean?" Klaus replied, tit for tat; eyes and fists closed.
"No, no … Oh God, no …" She walked toward him, both hands grabbing his right forearm.
"Carolina… Don't…" He pulled his arm away, his skin burning of the simple touch of her hands. If he was not careful, he would savagely and angrily make her his on the bedroom hardware floor!
"I did not mean one word of what I've said to you in Italy… I was so angry about my sister's accident and … I wanted to burst my anger at someone, and you were there… I'm so sorry, Klaus, please forgive me?" She felt a tear rolling on her left cheek.
"There's nothing to forgive, but, there is plenty that I should suffer for all the pain I've managed to bring into your life since our marriage." Klaus responded, before turning on himself to face the window.
He stood silently in front of the garden view, his sight fixated on the trees and bushes of the majestic mansion. He suddenly startled at the sound of Carolina's voice, which stood near his back.
"I want my husband to finish what he's started, please?" She asked. "I'm burning inside; I need to feel your fingers on me, and inside me." She added, hoarsely.
"Don't…" He shook his head, while turning on himself to face her. She had opened the button of her jeans, lowered the zipper and the fabric on her hips, with her right hand tucked underneath the lace fabric of her panties, her fingers slowly stroking her center in soft touches. She had also undressed of her sweater, with a transparent, that left nothing to the imagination, bra, to dress her perky breasts. "You were right, I'm dripping wet for you." She whispered, eyes closed, before pulling her hand away, only to bring his right one underneath the lace.
Klaus let out a loud growl, his left hand grabbing her waist only to pull Carolina near his chest, his fingers sliding on her engorged folds, before sinking deep inside her walls, in fast and hard thrusts that left her panting. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, as the only way she could find to not fall at his feet, unconscious. She was so wet that he knew that it wouldn't take long before he could feel her walls contracting around his fingers, with his name escaping her lips, left under the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She had been right, he owed it to her to make her come … And that was about the only thing that he knew being able to do in a rightful way for Carolina, because making her happy was not one of those things, obviously. Granted, this sexual interlude had left him greedy for more, and extremely hard in his jeans, but this was not about him or his need anymore, it was about setting Carolina free of him when this all over deal with Petrov would be over.
He gently pushed Carolina at arm length, under her speechless expression and motionless demeanor, retracing his steps toward his backpack, before grabbing it only to walk toward the bathroom door.
"I need a shower. We are obligated to stay in the mansion for a few days; I'll explain the details to you, later. I suggest we find a way to cohabitate without "this" happening again." Klaus explained, toneless; before slamming the door behind his back, leaving his wife broken heartache behind him.
Back to square one in the devil's den, thought Maria while eying the Russian servitor who dropped her suitcase in top of the red silk bedspread, politely making a reverence, only to retrace his steps toward the bedroom door, before closing the panel behind his back to leave the guest to her intimacy.
She closed her eyes a soft sigh escaping her red lips. This party was not a good omen; she could feel it in the deepness of her soul. She reopened them, before taking a few steps to reach her suitcase, her sight suddenly attracted by a large box placed on the middle of the gigantic bed, a large black bow as decoration, placed on its cover. She grabbed the little envelope on top of the box cover, before pulling the card from its inside.
To my Ingrid
I know the dress is a pale comparison to your beauty,
But I still hope you'll be please by the choice I made.
I'm longing to see you again;
Ludvig Petrov
Maria rolled her eyes to the ceiling, her right hand furiously rumpling the cards, before throwing it in a near waste basket. Unfortunately, though her demonstration of fury had calmed her nerves, she couldn't do without taking a quick peek inside the box.
It was a velvety burgundy dress, with its back completely exposed, arms covered of the finest lace, with a strand of pearls hanging in the back. It was simply exquisite!
"Are you safe and comfortable?" A male voice softly whispered the words near Maria's left ear, making her startled with fear at the sound. She promptly reacted, turning on her heels, before pushing the intruder in her vampire speed on the wall placed behind his back, with her forearm firmly pushed on his throat.
"I believe it's the first time we've been so close, Maria." George commented, a smile raising both corners of his lips.
"Oh dear God, George, it's you?!" Maria exclaimed more as a certainty than a question. "I … I swear, I … I wasn't aware of your presence." She stammered, nervously; before releasing her grip on the man's throat, retracing her steps at her initial position near the bed, with her right hand raised over her mouth. "I'm so ashamed of my behavior, please forgive me?"
"No harm has been done, Mrs. Maria. It's actually me who should ask for your forgiveness. It's entirely my fault; I should have announced myself to you, especially in enemy's territory." George straightened his three piece black man suit. "Plus, you don't ever need to feel ashamed for getting close to me, I can assure you."
A fire reached Maria's cheeks in an intensity she couldn't remember feeling since a long time, because of a man. She coughed discreetly, lowering her head to hide her flushing and regain her normal capacity.
"I'm comfortable, yes; thank you, George, as for safe… That's highly debatable, considering where we are standing; would you say?" Maria responded, while pacing back and forth in front of the bed.
George narrowed his sight on Maria; before bending his upper body to grab the crumpled card in the waste basket near the mahogany desk.
"He's bribing your attention with gift already?" George winced at the message written on the card, before reaching the box on the bed, only to grab the velvety long dress with his right hand. "That's what you like from a man, Maria?" George inquired, disdainfully; before replacing the dress in its gift box.
"I'm able to recognize exquisite quality in a fabric and good taste, George, but that doesn't mean that I'm not aware of the difference between receiving a good apple and a poisoned one. I reassure you, I can easily not mix the two." She replied, dryly; her lips biting into a thin line.
"Maria, I … I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or to imply that you were falling for "his" gift… I mean… I'll just close my mouth now." George lowered his head, shamefully.
"What are you doing here, if I may ask?" Maria inquired.
"Your son asked me to keep a good eye on you." George informed in return.
"With all my children under the same roof, in the exception of Kol; I doubt that my "ex-lover" could even make a move against me. And what would be the point at this point in time?" Maria continued her nervous pacing, a loud sigh escaping her lips.
"Well, maybe your "ex-lover", as you call him so well, could escape the precious walls of his castle and bring you with him?" George frowned at her mention.
"I've said that out loud, did I?" Maria exclaimed, in shock of her own spoken words. "Not one of my finest moments, I would say." She blushed once more. "This said; I can assure you that you don't need to babysit me, George." She let a timid smile spread on her lips.
"I'll do as you wish, Mrs. Maria." George nodded, toneless; his left cheek twitching.
"You're mad at me, aren't you?" Maria noticed.
George raised his head, his fiery sight locked in Maria's eyes in an intense glance; before unexpectedly grabbing her left forearm to pull her near his muscular chest, with his lips crashing on hers under her muffled cry of surprise. The kiss ended as quickly as it started, under her speechless and shocked expression.
"Maybe you should concentrate on your future "lover" instead of reminiscing of your past one?" George mouthed the words in top of her trembling lips. "If you want more of this, you know where to find me, Maria." He added, gently pushing himself at arm length, only to retrace his steps toward the entrance door, before leaving in his vampire speed under a gale.
Maria stood petrified in the middle of the bedroom, before raising her right hand to touch her swollen lips.
"Bravo! Sincerely I'm on the verge of shedding a tear." An annoying, recognizable male voice reasoned in the bedroom. "If only I had a handkerchief. It's the most beautiful think I've ever seen, you and your, wait, what should I call him, bodyguard, gigolo? And they say age doesn't matter…They must be right? Though I've never vision you as a cougar my dear Esther?"
Maria sighed loudly, eyes closed, steam coming out of her ears, with both closed firsts placed on each side of her tensed body. She turned on her heels to face the second intruder, her eyes throwing darts at the "asshole" standing in front her sight.
"What are you doing here, Mikael?" She asked, cringing, to help retain her fury inside.
"Well, I'm watching the exchanged kiss between my ex-wife and her present lover for starter." Mikael grinned, before advancing from his standing position on the opened terrace toward her own near the bed.
"I meant, what are you doing here in Petrov's mansion?" Maria questioned, once again; with her raised chin. "Are you on a suicidal mission or something?"
"Why? Would you shed a tear if your past lover would try to hurt me?" Mikael teased, a raised hand placed on his chest, in front of his heart. "I'm touched, Esther."
"My name is Maria, and you perfectly know it." She mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"Oh for God sake, can you drop the theatrical with this awful new name of yours?" Mikael rolled his eyes. "I did not come on my free will to this mansion, if it's what you're wondering, I was dragged here by the hair, something about a party that I needed to attend." He added, sighing. "But thinking about it, with you, our host, your gigolo and myself, we could easily replay the sound of music, orgy style; what do you think, "fraulein" Maria?" He grinned, pushing her button even further.
"You're disgusting!" Maria lashed out to her ex-husband face.
"Oh come on, where your sense of humor, for God sake?" Mikael smirked, leaning his upper body on the bed mantle, arms crossed over his chest.
"I lost it the day you've pushed Katerina in the stairs, causing her impending paralysis." Maria added, before raising her right hand to slap it across her ex-husband face. "Count yourself lucky to be eternal, Mikael; or I swear I would have killed you with my bare hands!"
Mikael stood motionless and speechless over her say, before raising his right hand to rub his bruised cheek.
"What … What makes you think it's me who caused the accident, she could have easily tripped or something?" He stammered through his weak.
"Simple, it's because you've disappeared like the coward that you are." Maria busted to his face, before turning the handle to open the door.
Mikael winced, but kept quiet; retracing his steps toward the door.
"Get out of my bedroom, now!" She added, before slamming the panel behind his back.
Ludvig Petrov kept his sight narrowed on the luminous sunset spreading his reddish colors at the horizon, while holding a glass of scotch in his right hand.
The parlor room door opened on Alexay, triggering an air flow on Petrov's shoulders and neck, before being slammed noisily on its arch.
"Are they in their respective bedroom suite?" Ludvig inquired, slowly sipping the alcohol in his hand.
"They are all accommodating themselves as we speak." Alexay nodded his head, as confirmation. "As for both Salvatore brothers they have been assigned to connecting bedroom suites."
"What about Ingrid's evening dress?" Ludving raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"The box has been placed on the bedspread." Alexay informed.
"I can't wait to see my Ingrid in that dress." Petrov let a seductive smile spread on his lips.
"Will she wear it?" Alexay wondered, out loud.
"Oh, she'll wear it alright." Ludvig replied, confident. "What about my son and his wife?"
"Your son did not leave his wife's side or bedroom suite since his arrival this morning in her quarters." Alexay confirmed to his master.
"Did you manage to sneak the required dose of elixir in her daily drinks?" Petrov inquired, frowning. "No side effects?"
"Yes, it's been taking care of." Alexay nodded, once more. "No, there was nothing noticeable to the servants and guards.
"Then, its' the perfect time to rekindle the romance I suppose?" Ludvig smirked, content. "Though, my son seemed everything but content with her latest course of actions, in reverse Carolina prompt thinking saved me a lot of time toward my goal."
"I'm not one to doubt your action taken, Petrov, but…" Alexay held his say, a loud sigh escaping his lips.
"Your moralistic conscience is speaking to you now, my friend?" Petov raised an eyebrow, in surprise.
"No, of course not … But, if something happens to his wife, the relationship you grave of having with your son will surely die before having a chance to be born, would you say?" Alexay gave his honest opinion.
"I thought you were not too fond of my son?" Ludvig mocked, gently.
"Not being too fond of him would mean not being too fond of you, Petrov; or am I mistaking?" Alexay let a rictus appear on the right corner of his lips.
"I say: Touché, my dear friend." Ludvig smirked, pointing a finger toward Alexay's chest, before retracing his steps toward his favorite leather armchair. "I think that both my son and his wife could grandly benefit of my present course of actions."
"But it's still against both of their approvals, do you agree?" Alexay raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"It this works, Alexay, I would have found a way to create a larger army of hybrids, with the only help of humans, women to be more exact, and this through a regular pregnancy of my step-daughter, wouldn't you say it's brilliant of my part?" Petrov commented, proudly. "As for my son and his wife, they'll be grateful one day… Very, very, very grateful, of that fact I am certain. Did I or did I not offered them the unthinkable, on a silver platter?" He added, a huge grin blessing both corners of his lips.
Thank you, as always, for reading the "Welcome to Russia!" chapter, guys!
Extremely happy to be back in the action of this story! Thank you for granting me of your understanding in regard of this few weeks of summer hiatus that I took. Life was at its busiest peak for me the past few months, and I couldn't handle writing several fictions at the same time. Nevertheless, it gave me the opportunities to complete 1, 2, 3 … Cha, cha, cha. And now, I am fully ready to reprise the present one, and soon enough I'll reprise Seven Sins as well. I hope the twists and turns I gave to this present chapter were to your liking? Petrov's party will be "special" to say the least ;) Not to be missed! We'll revisit his, Maria's and Mikael's past in flashbacks, can't wait!
P.S. Sometimes I wonder if this fiction is not going to be longer in amount of chapters than The Port of Love, mm … Time will certainly tell us all ;)
As always … Much love to all my readers;
Lovely Vero
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