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 25
"The King's big bash – Part 1"
Rome, undergrounds of the Vatican…
"Damn it!" Bonnie cursed, loudly; while twisting her ankle for the tenth of times, on the rocky undergrounds corridors.
"Are you ok?" Kol wondered, while encircling the witch's waist to help keep her equilibrium.
"I'm fine!" She brushed his hands away. "Actually, no, I'm not fine! If we weren't handcuffed to each other like Siamese, I would be able to walk decently on this rocky path!"
"Oh come on, it's you who threw the key away, if I may remind you, Bonnie; and if you weren't handcuffed to my wrist just now, I wouldn't be able to prevent you for falling on your ass at every chance that you get… I mean your "lovely" ass, of course." Kol smirked, winking.
"If I was not handcuffed to you, you wouldn't even be standing by my side at the moment; I would have done whatever necessary for you to lose my track…" She pointed it out, while listing her cons
"Not a fat chance in hell, darling; I would always find a way to track you down!" He rolled his eyes at her say.
"… I wouldn't have to endure your annoying voice in my ears, or feel your filthy hands on my ass at every chance that you get!" Bonnie continued her lamentations.
"Like you don't like my hands on your lovely ass perhaps, mm? It's the "fucking" highlight of your day!" Kol commented, before spanking her hard on her buttocks.
"Oh my God, did you just spank me just now, asshole?" Bonnie exclaimed, mouth opened; while rubbing her bottom and stomping her feet on the rocks, before, once more, losing her balance and finding herself in Kol's arms a second later. "I'm sorry… I've just lost my balance."
"You were saying?" He grinned, impertinently; slowly sliding his hands from her waist, down on the small of her back, before reaching the tender curves of her bottom cheeks.
"Kol, you can let me go now!" Bonnie ordered, while remaining completely motionless; a warm feeling hitting her body all at once.
"Hey? It's you who's climbing on my body, not the other way around." He pushed the note even further, a smile plastered on his lips, from ear to ear.
"I did not do such a thing as climbing on your body!" She replied, redness reaching both of her cheeks, before pushing herself at arm length… Well, as much as she could with the handcuffs of course. "I simply lost my balance."
"Mm… I guess you've lost your balance too, I mean … the other night when you've climbed into my bed?" Kol arched an eyebrow, teaser.
"Oh my God, are you going to talk about this for eternity, Kol?" Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Get a grip and a life while you're at it!" She added, while passing by him, before being pulled back in his arms.
"What if I can forget about it, what if I can forget about this?" Kol questioned, both hands grabbing Bonnie's shoulders to pull her closer to his chest, before crashing his mouth on hers.
She let a muffled cry escaped her lips, her hands pushing on his muscular chest to free herself of this forced embrace; before finally realizing that she was battling a lost cause. She moaned softly; her lips slowly parting to let his tongue invade the intimacy of her mouth, under his loud growls of satisfaction. A discreet cough finally pushed them apart.
"I'm sorry, but we don't have much time." Aurora whispered, holding a torch in her right hand, while standing a few feet of distance from their standing positions.
"Aurora? You came." Bonnie exclaimed, a smile spreading on her lips.
"Of course I came; I wouldn't make you come to Rome if there was not such urgency." Aurora explained, while eyeing Kol; a smile spreading on her lips. "We need to hurry, they are waiting for us. I see you came here "attached" and that you brought Kol with you?"
"I did not bring him, he tagged himself along and he lost the damn key of this…thing!" Bonnie raised her hand in the air to show the handcuff circling her wrist, while pulling the vampire on her heels to follow Aurora through the underground corridors.
"Oh no, no, no … Don't put this on my shoulders, darling; it was all your own doing, It's "you" who lost the damn key!" Kol replied.
"It's not … I mean; it's obviously not of my business; I know that couple like "kinky" sometimes." Aurora commented, redness spreading on her cheeks.
"Do you hear this, Bonnie; apparently you like kinky?" Kol mocked; to push her buttons, even more.
"This is not what it looks like!" Bonnie tried, desperately, to explain to the young witch.
"You could have easily free yourself with you power, right?" Aurora whispered near Bonnie; under the opened wide ears of Kol; before zapping the handcuffs open, with her witch powers, a smile spreading on the vampire's lips a second later.
"I … I did … I did not think of that." Bonnie replied, shamefully.
"Maybe you like being handcuffed to him?" Aurora shrugged, playfully. "This said…"She added, in a louder tone of voice. "If he's coming with us, you need to be ready, not all resistance-witches will be happy with the presence of a vampire here; it's dangerous for us, you know?" She commented, with both Bonnie and Kol silently agreeing to her say, with simultaneous nods.
ooOoo
They took the direction of several corridors, the path of their feet illuminated by Aurora's torch, before finally reaching a steel door with incurved in its metal, five hands interlaced together.
"It's the resistance symbol." Aurora informed Kol, who was narrowing his eyes on the door.
"You mean the resistance against the Catholic Church has always held a hearing underneath the Vatican, how so twisted of them?" Kol winked at Aurora, good player.
"Let's just say that they would have never thought the first five witches enrolled underneath their power, were in fact resisting them underneath their own noses." Aurora replied. "Are you ready Bonnie?" She asked, while grabbing the handle.
"I'm ready, as much as I'll ever be ready, Aurora." Bonnie replied, discreetly nodding.
Aurora nodded back, before pushing the heavy door on its arch; Bonnie and Kol following on her heels.
"Don't think I'll drop the fact that you could have freed yourself of the handcuff, but chose to stick by my side." Kol grabbed Bonnie's right upper arm, whispering the words into her ear.
"You won't let it rest, will you?" She turned her fiery sight to his dark glance.
"No, I won't, darling." He smirked, seductively.
ooOoo
They entered a rounded chamber; with placed in the middle, on the Granit floor, the same sign they have seen on the door. A few torches were lightening the closed room, with black curtains covering the majority of the stones walls. An imposing crucifix was placed under a small altar, with a table covered by a long black tablecloth.
"Bonnie Bennett?" They heard the call, before seeing a few women coming out of their hiding places behind the curtains, all dressed of long black tunics, with hoods placed over their long hair, the eldest of them addressing herself to her.
"Yes." Bonnie nodded.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." The woman approached the young apprentice, before handing her right hand to her.
"Who are you?" Bonnie shook the woman's hand;
"My name is Kathleen; I've met your grandmother when I was a little girl; my mother was a member of this secret circle of witches." She informed her, evasively. "Why did you bring a vampire with you?" She glanced, narrowed sight at Kol, who was standing in setback behind Bonnie.
"He's … He's my boyfriend." Bonnie could only came out with this poor excuse. "He won't hurt anybody." She shook her head.
"I am?" Kol softly murmured to her ears; taking a step closer behind Bonnie's back.
"Make him leave Kathleen, this is way too dangerous!" One of them exclaimed, before lowering her hood on her shoulders; long strands of blond hair cascading on her back.
"I'm here in peace; I just want to put a stop to whatever the Vatican has planned for the Supernatural word." Kol took an extra step toward the leader of the clique; interlacing his fingers with Bonnie's, whose hand was shaking, with her fingers as cold as ice. The gothic effect of the place was obviously not adding to her comfort. "And aren't you the resistance? Aren't you against barbaric acts committed on the supernatural world? Aren't you, as witches, a part of that same world?"
"You are in the deepness of your own soul and being the reason why we all have been summoned by the Catholic Church. They want to get rid of the supernatural world, therefore including all vampires on this earth." Kathleen informed Kol. "But, you are right; we are against all barbaric acts, and we are the "resistance", because we know that there is worst evil in this Catholic Church that we could even encounter in the supernatural world, but nevertheless, I'm not ready to play Russian roulette with my life and the life of the other witches present in this meeting, Mister?"
"Kol … Kol Mikaelson." Kol nodded to the leader.
"One of the Original vampires, or am I mistaking?" Kathleen asked.
"You're not mistaking." He replied, while keeping his sight locked with hers.
"You find a way to snatched one of the Originals in your bed, Miss Bennett?" Kathleen raised an eyebrow, teaser. "Your grandmother would probably smirk at the simple thought of it."
Bonnie felt a fire reaching her cheeks … What had possessed her to say that Kol was her boyfriend, seriously?
"Don't worry; you're not the first or the last witch who fell for one vampire. The supernatural world was met to cohabitate after all." She shrugged, mostly indifferent. "I'm more interested in knowing if you are both here to help us or not, because, after all, it could save your ass, Mister Mikaelson; and your species' ass as well."
"We are here to hear your side of the story." Kol replied, impassible. "Talk, we'll decide afterward."
"The question as of now is more: Are you ready to hear what needs to be said, Mister Mikaleson?" Kathleen added.
Russia, Petrov's mansion…
"What do you mean my son slept in another bedroom suite?" Petrov exclaimed to Alexay, obviously unhappy by the news; while grabbing a white silk shirt from the hands of his assigned butler. "I thought they had spent the night together?"
"He left the suite in the middle of the night, and was escorted to a new bedroom suite." Alexay shrugged, without being able to give more explanation.
"They have marital problems now, since when? He took a plane from Italy and basically stormed in here to save her! If this is not "love" what the hell is it?" Petrov busted, while pushing his arms in the sleeves of his shirt. "Plus, she's human! There's nothing more alluring than a human girl for a vampire, and he's a hybrid!"
"I don't have a degree in marital problems, Petrov, how should I know?" Alexay rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
"This is not good! Not good at all … They need to … Well you know, what they need to do!" Ludvig intensified his way with a dismissal hand gesture.
"Fooling around? Have sex? Make love? Doing it?" Alexay teased his boss.
"It's whatever you wish to name it, for God sake Alexay!" Petrov lashed out. "How can I see a result to my plan if they are separated?" He added, grumpy; while dressing himself of his red velvet king cape.
"Well, I suggest a little "chat" with your son, perhaps?" Alexay suggested, while grabbing Petrov's left shoulders in a friendly way. "In the meantime, you have a "party" to host."
Anastassia walked through the several corridors of her father's mansion; with the only sound of her high heels silver sandals hitting the marble floor to fill her empty mind, and the quietness of her home. If it was only for her agenda, she would have skipped this evening, and all festivities attached to it, in a heartbeat! Unfortunately, for the redhead Russian, she had been summoned by her father to be present, to welcome "her brother" into the family. Half-brother to be more exact, the hybrid named Klaus Mikaelson, the one man she could give a "fuck" about! Who was he to come into her life and steal her daddy from her?
"Either you've forgotten to wear your underwear, or your stylist thought that a see-through dress would add fuel to your father's rage, or last option you're trying to make an unforgettable first impression to your new brother, Klaus Mikaelson? I'm not sure which one of the three mentioned options is the one though?" Damon smirked, the right side of his upper body leaning on the corridor's wall.
Anastassia raised her sight to glance at the dashing vampire man. Damon's tuxedo adding a few extra points to his own "over-the-chart" scale of sexiness, if this was even possible? He had a longer strand falling on his forehead; both hands were buried in his tuxedo pants in a nonchalant way, with in addition his incorrigibles smirk digging his dimples.
"Why you don't like the view, Damon? I'd have never sized you for prude?" She suggestively eyed his body from head to toes, while taking a few extra seconds at his crotch. "Maybe I can't choose and it's all of the listed ones." She replied, chin rose; while holding her clutch bag near her chest.
"I'm not complaining about the view, Anastassia, far from it." Damon replied, before taking a few slow, calculated steps to reach her standing position, his fiery sight sliding on her very deep cleavage, her perky, perfect breasts pushing on the transparent silver fabric of her dress.
"Then, this conversation is futile and is making me lose minutes of my precious time." Anastassia brushed the vampire off, with a hand gesture. "And by the way, Damon, your tuxedo pants are too tight on the crotch area, not that I mind, far from it … If you have it, flaunt it!" She shrugged, walking by him, soon retained by a firm grip of his hands on her delicate right wrist; before being projected on the wall, her hands maintained above her head.
"You know why I'm so tight in the crotch area, Anastassia?" Damon whispered, angrily, near her right ear, his head leaning at a near inch of the red head's neck. "Let me tell you why, it's because you left me, like a fool, tied to a bed, without giving me satisfaction." He growled, his body pressed on hers, with his left hand still keeping a firm hold on both of her wrists, placed above her head, while his right was raising the sheer fabric of her dress on her thighs, before reaching the bare flesh of her bottom. "You're not wearing any panties either, Anastassia, you're a very bad girl; aren't you?" He caressed the roundness of her buttocks; while his lips left a trail of kisses on her neck. "What are you doing to my sanity, woman?"
"Damon, let me go!" Anastassia tried to push him at arm length, before letting her vampire traits appear on her face.
"Oh like this is going to scare me! Put that face away would you?" Damon ordered, impatient.
"I'll put it away, when you'll get off of me!" She complained, but did as he wished, while squirming to free herself. Granted she was now using her vampire strength, but she was no match to Damon, in this present predicament.
"You were more agreeable and happier, while sitting on my lap, in the bed? What have changed since then, tigress?" Damon asked, his lips kissing the soft curve of her jaw. "Or is it the fact that you're missing your whip to turn you on?"
"I was bored Damon; you were just a mean to an end for me to pass the time!" Anastassia shrugged, falsely indifferent. "Men are just a way for me to satisfy my sexual appetite, you can compare me to the black widow spider, I fuck, then I eat them alive until I'm completely finished with them; you were lucky I did not have time to finish you off." She whispered, seductress, while sliding her mouth on his earlobe to murmur the lethal words. "You're still interested?"
"Go fuck yourself, Anastassia!" Damon growled, furiously, before pushing himself at arm length of the sulfurous woman. "And stay away from me, from now on!" He pointed a finger at her chest.
"Not a problem, Damon." The Russian woman smirked, pushing the sheer fabric of her dress, down on her long legs. "I'm sure I'll find hundreds of other men willing to fuck me the way it'll please me… We'll see each other in the evening, gorgeous; ta da!" She waved her manicured fingers at him, before swinging her perfect figure on her high heels sandals.
"Well, I won't be one of them! And if you change your mind and want me to be one of them, you'll have to growl in front of me!" He yelled through the corridor, pacing back and forth, with a hand ruffling his hair. She can go to hell for what he could care! Why was he pushing the issue, anyway? There were hundreds of other women who were "willing" and "waiting" for him to give them a sign to jump into his bed. Anastassia Petrov was not important to him! Except…
ooOoo
Alexandra turned the corridor corner, before pushing herself on the wall; eyes closed, right hand raised over her chest, intense shivers of desire hitting her body all at once.
Damn it! Damon Salvatore was sexy as hell! A real Greek God on legs … Gosh, she would eat him, slowly … So slowly… She thought, while biting into her bottom lip. Anastassia get a fucking grip on yourself, girl! As of now, this vampire man thinks that he has no effect on you, and it needs to stay that way!
Rebekah turned the handle of her bedroom suite door; suddenly hit by a range of intense shivers, while standing nose to nose with a nonchalant Stefan Salvatore. The left side of his upper body was leaning on the arch, with his forearm placed above his head. He was dressed of a three pieces black tuxedo, with a bowtie garnishing his neck, and a seductive smirk his lips.
"I would have brought you a corsage, but it was too short notice, I had no idea of the color of your dress, and I'm not accustomed to Russian protocol in such event." He teased, winking. "Damon, will catch up with us in the dining room."
"I hope he'll be dressed this time?" She couldn't hold the comment inside her mind. "And, you would have brought a corsage, for little moi? It's not my style, anyway. It would have clashed with the designer dress." She rolled her eyes, falsely indifferent, before retracing her steps toward a nearby dresser, only to grab a few golden bracelets. She needed to occupy her mind; or he would notice how nervous she was around him, since his last phone call and his imply to rekindle their sexual relationship.
"Are you saying that all these little "romantic" gestures are not of the taste of Rebekah Mikaelson? What have you done with the blond bombshell vampire, impostor – Did you locked her in the antics?" Stefan mocked more, while closing the bedroom door behind his back.
"We change with time … Or should I say: life changes us." She responded, shrugging; before meeting Stefan's glance in the mirror, while dressing her ears of a pair of Emerald earrings.
"You're a goddess in that dress." Stefan commented, his fiery sight sliding from the roundness of her shoulders, down on the small of her bare back. The long silk greenish dress was dressing her silhouette to the perfection, like it was a second skin.
"Thank you." Rebekah managed to respond, in perfect control of the tremors in her voice; but with a nervous lump being swallowed in her throat, nevertheless. Stop looking at me this way – God damn it!
"So beautiful and sexy …" The young vampire let his slender fingers softly brush the bare skin of her back. "The dress is a gift from Petrov, I suppose?" He inquired, while gluing his chest to her back, his chin resting on top of her head, while his hands were rubbing the length of her arms.
"Eh … Yes, the box was actually on the bed, with the compliments of Klaus's biological father." Rebekah nodded, while lowering her sight down from the mirror. The way he was looking at her was disconcerting. "I thought about sending it back, but who am I to return a gift, especially if it's a Dior dress?" She shrugged, shallowly; before unexpectedly closing her eyes, a loud moan escaping her lips, while her head falling back on Stefan's chest… His hands encircled her waist, while his lips left a trail of kisses from the left side of her neck, to the hollow of her shoulder. "Stefan… What … What are you doing?" She managed a whisper sentence to escape her lips.
"Taking what I wanted since a long time." He responded, hoarsely; his hands rising on her shoulders, only to push the straps of Rebekah's dress down on her upper arms.
"We can't … We can't do this." She shook her head, eyes shut, tip of her tongue moistening her dry lips.
"I want you, Bekah … I want you so much." He whispered, while nibbling on her left earlobe, both hands sliding down her arms, only to palpate the soft curve of her breast.
"It's wrong…. We've … We've done this before, it doesn't work between us." She tried, willy-nilly to get a grip on herself, failing miserably when she felt both of his hands sliding underneath the falling front of her dress, to softly caress the bare skin of her breasts.
"I disagree; I think it works pretty well." He replied, in one breath; before turning her body around to face him. "Give me what I want, Bekah; kiss me … Please?" He grabbed her chin, his sight locked with hers.
Was Stefan Salvatore begging her, what this even real? She wondered to herself. She came short of time when she felt his lips brushed hers, a loud growl of satisfaction escaping his throat.
"You just need to say "yes" and we'll find a way to skip this party in a heartbeat." Stefan mouthed the words on her parted lips, while deepening his kiss with his tongue sliding inside her mouth.
"Stefan … I … Mm…" She moaned under his erotic assault; her breasts crushed on his muscular chest, her hands now buried in his dark locks at the base of his neck.
"Fuck this party! I want you now, on this bed, Rebekah." Stefan implored, while slowly pushing her toward the King size one. The large size could get handy, he thought; erotic images filling his mind.
It's when the back of her knees hit the mattress that Rebekah regained her sense of reality. She pushed both of her hands on the vampire's chest, to regain her freedom from his embrace.
"No!" Rebekah shook her head. "I don't want this between us … I mean; not anymore." She raised the straps of her dress back on her shoulders, with her shaking hands, to give herself a sense of respect.
"You want this as much as I want it, Rebekah; don't tell me otherwise?" Stefan mumbled, angrily; between his teeth.
"Perhaps, but I still remember the dagger you plunged into my heart, when you decided to throw me on the side many years ago, and the young, innocent, and naïve child I was back then is now a grown up woman that deserves better in her life." She lashed to his face, before grabbing the golden high heels sandals left on the carpet, only to storm outside her bedroom suite with a loud slam of the door.
"Rebekah!" Stefan called the name to a closed door, mostly concerned; before letting his rage out by kicking a chair down with his right foot. "Damn it; fuck you and your stupid ideas Salvatore!"
Carolina slowly turned the door handle of her sibling's bedroom suite, before meeting the teary eyes of her sister. She was standing near the bed; deep, dark circles under her eyes. Elijah had come to see her earlier, pretesting that Katerina had arrived in Petrov's mansion and needed to talk with her. But, by the general look of her brother-in-law, Carolina had known by instinct that Katerina had taken badly her transformation as a vampire.
"Oh, Katerina; I'm so sorry I should have stayed in Italy with you!" Carolina exclaimed, before closing the door behind her back, only to rush by her sister's side to wrap her arms around her frail silhouette.
"Oh Carolina, my sweet baby sister… Don't … Don't blame yourself, please, don't …" Katerina stammered, tears rolling on her face; while holding her sister with all the strength she had left in her, both hands caressing her sister's hair.
"Are you ok? How … I mean, are you managing your new conditions? Is it hard?" Carolina asked, her mixed emotions being expressed all over the place.
Katerina softly pushed her sister at arm length, before caressing Carolina's left cheek, only to turn her back at her a second later.
"Katerina, let me be here for you; confide in me, please?" Carolina begged, lowering her head on her sister's right shoulder.
"There's nothing to confide, Carolina; It's … It's "pain" all over, and it never leaves you, not even for a second." The young Russian closed her eyes, tears filling her eyelids.
"Elijah, maybe … Maybe he could help you with the transition?" Carolina proposed, on the tip of her toes.
"Help me? Don't you think that he helped me enough?" Katerina turned on herself to face her sister, closed fists placed on each side of her tensed body. "He put me in this predicament, he … He made me the monster that I am."
"Your husband loves you so much, of that fact I am certain. The man is basically devastated; he wants for you to get better, Katerina; he wants for you to live." Carolina pleaded in Elijah's behalf. "If he turned you, it's because he had no other choices."
"He wants what he wants for his own benefits and enjoyment; he's a man, Carolina. Believe me, they are all selfish inside." Katerina mumbled, angrily, between her teeth.
"What happened to you? Why … Why are you like this?" Carolina felt a lump form in her throat.
"What? You don't like your new improve vampire sister?" Katerina lashed out to his sister's face.
"You're never been that mean and resentful before; you always took the "bad" to make it better?" Carolina commented, disconcerted.
"Well, it was before I was turned as a vampire." Katerina replied, resentful.
"Fine, I'll leave you to your misery, then!" Carolina lashed out, before retracing her steps toward the bedroom door, being held on her impulse, by a firm grip of her sister's hand on her left upper arm.
"No, no … Please, Carolina; don't leave me, please?" Katerina begged her sister; in the verge of nervous breakdown.
"Ok, I won't leave you; I won't leave you, Katerina." Carolina wrapped her arms around her sister's shoulders, both of their bodies falling on the wooden floor; with only their tears to break the silence of the bedroom suite.
ooOoo
"It's my entire fault… All of this, it's my entire fault!" Katerina mumbled, between her teeth, with her head resting comfortably on her sister's chest.
"What are you saying; nothing is your fault, Katerina." Carolina responded, placed in a sitting position on the floor, with her back resting on a wall, while softly caressing her sister's cascade of brown curls.
"I was the one who contacted the marital agency; I was the one who brought this "hell" into our life." The brunette replied, sniffing.
"It's not that bad." Caroline shrugged, fatalist.
"Count on you for finding this predicament enjoyable." Katerina raised her head to glance at her sister, a trace of laughter in her voice. "You had found a way to fall for him, didn't you?"
Carolina flustered under her sister's say, redness filling both of her cheeks.
"Yes, I fell in love with Klaus." Carolina nodded her head, while lowering her sight. "I know what you're going to say, he's … I mean, he wouldn't be your first choice for me, but … He's everything that I ever wanted, without actually knowing it. He's broken in thousands of pieces, Katerina; he just needs to let me put him back together, but he's fighting it with all that he got inside of him."
"Aren't men all the same? Broken inside, in desperate need for women to put them back together?" Katerina strengthened her body in a sitting position, nervously passing a hand through her tangled brown hair. "He's not my first choice for you, but … If you want "him" who am I to argue what your heart has decided that would make you happy?"
"I know … I mean, I'm pretty certain that you have fallen in love with Elijah too, Katerina; I've seen the way you look at him. You're just pissed because he betrayed your trust and turned you as a vampire." Carolina expressed her thoughts. "But, Katerina, what other choices do we have? The day we'd realized that we were mixed in the supernatural world, by marrying those men, we knew within ourselves that we'd have to turn eventually. Please, don't tell me I was the only one thinking this, or I'll go crazy in my head if so?"
Katerina turned her head to stare at her sister, a loud sigh escaping her trembling lisp.
"I knew." She finally admitted.
"But you romanticized the notion in your head, did you?" Carolina guessed.
"Yes, I did." Katerina admitted, shamefully. "I thought I would turn on my own terms and time, on a gigantic bed, with rose petals all over, while lying naked beside my husband." She added, with laughter escaping her lips, and a few tears her eyes.
"Wow, who knew my older sister had this romantic side hidden inside of her?" Carolina brushed her sister's tears away, her right hand sweeping them, one by one.
"Who knew that my baby sister had become such a wise and grow-up woman?" Katerina commented, proudness filling her tone of voice.
"Promise me that you'll nourish yourself of blood and that you'll give Elijah a chance, he truly loves you…He wants to make things better for you." Carolina suggested. "Ok?"
"I'll try." Katerina nodded, in an obedient way. "In the meantime, sister; you've managed to bring all of us in Petrov's mansion, how in hell did you manage this?" She questioned, while squeezing Carolina's hands, in a playful gesture.
"That what happens when I act irrationally and don't think for a second of the repercussions?" Caroline sighed, while rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "I just … I wanted this war to stop in what we can call our family now."
"I guess we have a party to attend then?" Katerina let a timid smile spread on her lips, before grabbing her baby sister by the shoulders to give her a hug.
Redness reached both of Carolina's cheeks while sliding the pair of suspender stockings on the length of her legs. The dress was not on a lower level of sexiness either, she noticed while grabbing the fabric on its hanger. The off-white silk ballroom gown had a very deep cleavage on front, narrowed straps, and a much deeper cut of fabric in the back! No way in hell, would she even be able to wear a bra underneath it; which made her even more uncomfortable if only for the fact that Klaus's biological father had delivered the gift box and many accessories bags at her suite as a complimentary gesture. Now she could only hope and pray that Ludvig Petrov was not fancying her in that way, could she?
On her list of "worrying" subjects, the fact that her husband had passed the night in an adjacent bedroom suite was certainly winning the price at its top! She had laid in the dark, eyes-wide opened for hours, with the only sound of her sobbing to keep her company, and fill the emptiness of the room. And now her heart was balancing between a rage grander than life, and the horrible sadness that her short-lived marriage was in fact over.
Carolina passed the dress above her head, before feeling the exquisite fabric slide on her nakedness, her body only dressed by a lace pair of minuscule panties and a pair of suspender stockings. She faced the mirror to take a look at her reflection, and couldn't believe what she was seeing. The deep cleavage exposed her breasts, while enhancing their roundness in an undeniable flattering way. She turned on herself to take a look at her exposed back below the line of her waist. This was probably of bad taste for such classic event as dinner, but what else could she do or wear?
The creak of her bedroom suite door made her startled, her sight meeting her husband's in the mirror placed in front of her standing position.
"I won't be here for long, Carolina; I just need to pick-up the tuxedo suit and I'll be out of your way." He informed, toneless; a lump being swallowed in his throat at the exquisite view of his wife. Never a dress had dressed Carolina in a more perfect way. The fabric was like a second skin glued to the curves of her body. A hot fever spread in his entire body like a fire that could not be extinguished, blood reaching his crutch area in a more than obvious erection. That damn dress was not helping his intention to stay at arm length from his wife; even if he had been keeping a close watch and a good eye on her. "Where is the damn suit?" He growled, while scattering the bedroom suite, only to walk back and forth to get his hand on it… As quickly as possible, or he would not be held responsible of his damn actions… The gigantic bed was screaming from him to throw her on its mattress, and tear the dress off her body, only take her roughly for hours!
Carolina closed both of her fists in anger. If this particular dress was not even doing the trick as to capture the attention of her husband, nothing would!
"What do I care what you need? They brought it in here, earlier, and put it somewhere, you'll have to find the damn clothes yourself." She shrugged, while sliding her fingers in her golden curls, only to place a few strands behind her ears.
Klaus suddenly held his pace in front of the bathroom door, before turning his head toward his wife, a dumbfounded expression plastered on his face.
"You have a sharp tongue tonight, Carolina?" Klaus questioned, with a raised eyebrow.
"It goes hand to hand with your asshole attitude, Klaus." The Russian blonde replied, tit for tat, while shrugging casually… Too casually, actually…inside her chest her heartbeats were raising like a machine gun!
"Are you trying to retain my attention, Love? Do you really need me to compliment you; to gain a sense of worth in your femininity?" Klaus commented, dryly; while entering the walk-in closet, only to grab his tuxedo placed on a hanger…Finally!
"None sense! I'm sure the party will be filled with nice, polite men who will like my dress, and find myself to their taste." She replied, perniciously. "At least your father is recognizing my charms."
"Well, Petrov has been accustomed to the escort service, no offense to your sister; so I guess that would explain his poor choice in dresses, would it?" He replied, nastily; while approaching her standing position.
The minute the words had escaped his lips, and at the view of her teary eyes, he regretted them, bitterly. He had never saw Carolina look more beautiful or sexier than in that dress. But acknowledging that fact would put his sanity in danger… He had promised himself to protect her until this all deal with his biological father would come to an end. But after that, he would give Carolina her freedom back to her.
"поцеловать меня в задницу!" Carolina lashed out in her natal language, while telling him to go fuck himself. "In fact, in that case, I'm sure one of Petrov's trollops will be more than willing to fuck you, they are accustomed to not have the choice to sleep with the best anyway!" She added, spiteful.
"Well, I guess you've joined their low standard by accepting to wear Petrov's dress then; therefore I could pay you for your services as well, sweetheart?" Klaus busted back to her face. "Though, I'm not sure you could satisfy my rough tendencies, I'm kind of a beast in bed!"
The sound of the slap reasoned in the entire suite, while hitting Klaus's cheek and jaw in the most hurtful way. He deserved it; he had pushed Carolina to her limits; while feeling like the biggest jerk around.
"You think I'm a slot for accepting to wear your father's dress, Klaus? Really … Fine, I'll get rid of it then!" Carolina busted to his face; before sliding the straps on her arms, only to push the silk fabric on her legs to let it fall on the wooden floor. "Are you happy now, Klaus?" She raised her chin in a confrontational gesture.
Her ivory naked skin and her perky breasts would have damned a saint – And a saint, Klaus Mikaelson was not! He threw the tuxedo suit on the bed, giving no time for Carolina to react, only to speed toward her standing position, before pushing her on the wall with his mouth crashing on hers. She let out a cry of surprise under his sudden sensual assault; squirming underneath him, only to raise her hands on his muscular chest to cross her arms around his neck, with their lips sucking the breaths out of each other, tongues roughly interlacing.
Carolina couldn't recall when or how they had reached the bed, but her back hitting the mattress, with his hands sliding from the curves of her bottom only to tear her panties in two, made her realize they were crossing an invisible line.
"Raise your knees and open your legs!" The hybrid ordered her, with fierceness; before placing himself between them, sucking one nipple with his mouth, on his descent to more forbidden pleasures, before sliding his manly lips on her belly, lower on the soft blonde triangle of pubic hair, only to reach the wetness and warmness of her core, both of his hands pushing on her pelvic bone to keep her immobile.
"Klaus!" Carolina let the cry of his name escape her parted lips; her head rolling on the bed, alternatively from left to right – right to left; with her hands cupping and caressing her own breasts to help her release the sexual tension building inside of core.
His mouth tasted her privacy now, from slow slide of his tongue on her private folds, to his lips teasing her most sensitive spot, to the hard and fast thrusting of his fingers inside of her walls. He was way rougher than usual, but … but … She liked it! She would have wanted even more roughness… She would have let herself fall into Klaus's pernicious ways at the moment.
It did not take long for her to reach her orgasm in loud cries of his name, panting and in desperate need of more … In desperate need of feeling him inside of herself.
When she finally reopened her eyes, she was met by the coldness of sheet being pulled in top of her naked body, and the emptiness in her husband's glance that was staring at her. Klaus grabbed his tuxedo suit left on the other side of the bed, and without a word, stormed out of the bedroom suite.
Carolina raised her upper body in a sitting position, with the sheet raised in front of her bare chest. She let her lips raised into a smile … Klaus desired her … Still! She don't care how she would make it happen, even if she had to flirt with all the men present in the party, but she would have her husband in her bed tonight … That was a promise she would keep to herself!
Elijah stepped outside the luxury bathroom, chest naked, with as only clothes, the black pair of pants from his tuxedo set to dress him up.
Katerina eyed him from the corner of her eyes, an intense fire spreading from her core, to her entire body, before landing on her cheeks. Since she has turned as a vampire, she had felt all her senses more intensively; and her sex-drive for some kind of unknown reasons, has reached the ceiling point! And not to help her cause, her vampire husband was drop-dead handsome!
"You can use the bathroom if you need it?" Elijah politely offered, while glancing in her direction; a stiffness reaching his crotch area. God! She was beautiful. She was standing in front of a mirror; placed above a dresser, while wearing a pair of French lace black garters; with the matching panties and corset… The "things" his mind was envisioning doing to her at the present moment were certainly sinful!
"No, I don't need to use the bathroom anymore, I'm fine thank you." She responded, politely; with a nod.
They have reached a polite – formal state of exchange between them, since their last altercation and the fact she had accepted to drink his blood.
"Ok then, Katerina." He nodded, politely. And politeness was not exactly what he had in his mind at the moment, he thought to himself, while grabbing the silk shirt, dropped on one of the armchairs, placed in front of the fireplace. "Did you see your sister?" He asked, before frowning to himself; maybe he should have retained the urge to bring the subject up?
"Yes, I saw her." She simply responded.
Well, talkative was not one of his wife's features these days! Nevertheless, he sighed with relief when she did not bring an additional argument to the table.
"Good." He nodded, while closing the buttons of his shirt, before sliding his bow tie around his collar.
"It's …" Katerina pointed toward his neck.
"What?" Elijah raised an eyebrow at her.
"It's crooked." She pointed out, while closing the space between them, before raising both hands on his chest to reach the bow tie; while raising herself on her tiptoes. "Let me do it." She proposed.
Oh beautiful, do whatever you want with me … Elijah thought, while swallowing a nervous lump into his throat, before slowly raising his hands on each side of her waist to keep her equilibrium… So he would say, of course!
Katerina startled at the touch of his hands on her corset, burning her skin through the sheer fabric. Damn! Why was she so horny at the moment?
"It's … It's to help you keep your equilibrium." He presented his poor thought excuse, under a discreet cough.
"Oh, that's ok." Katerina cleared her own throat, while executing a perfect bow to his tie. "And do your hands need to be on my butt to help me keep my equilibrium too, Elijah?" She inquired, with a raised eyebrow, while raising her sight in his. "And by the way your bowtie is fixed now, you look impeccable like always."
"Well, the fabric of your corset is kind of slippery." He smirked. Oh for God sake, Elijah Mikaelson, this is the worst pick-up line you've used in one thousand years of existence!
"My corset is slippery, that's your excuse?" Katerina repeated, a timid smile raising both corners of her lips.
That was all the "white-flag" Elijah needed to encourage him to pursue his seduction quest.
"Katerina…" Elijah softly whispered, eyes closed, with his chin now resting on top of her head. "I'm not made of wood you know? Tell me to stop, or I won't be able to do it myself." He added, while slowly caressing the delicious curves of her buttocks.
"I … I mean, your bowtie is in place now." She stammered, an intense fire reaching both cheeks, both hands rising on his muscular chest, attracted like a magnet; only to caress his tensed skin through the silk fabric.
"If you think that a bowtie could forbid me to obtain what I want, you're sadly mistaking, beautiful." He growled with frustration, both hands rising from below, only to cup her face, before crashing his mouth on hers.
They stomped on their own feet, twirling, losing their balance, and hitting furniture, only to grab each other bodies like their life depended on it. Katerina let a loud moan of pleasure escape her lips at the moment that he pushed her hard on the wall placed behind their backs, his tongue sliding between her lips, only to taste her mouth in a deeper way, before raising her body in his arms; with her legs wrapping around his waist. Her hands pulled on his man shirt; only to pop-open the range of buttons, and untying the bowtie, before scratching his skin deep, until his blood flew from the small cuts on his chest. It did not take long for Katerina to feel the call of the blood, slowly transforming in front of his sight … She had not fed since her departure from Italy.
Elijah suddenly dropped her back on her legs, softly pushing himself at arm length.
"We need to stop!" Elijah warned them both. "You're hungry, aren't you?" He asked, while trying to get a grip on his own arousal to put her needs before his own.
She nodded her head, shamefully; before lowering her sight away from her husband's.
"Don't worry I won't beg you; I thought … I thought this would turn you "on"; but obviously I was wrong." She scuffed his relax attitude, while trying to pass by him, before being forcefully retained on her left upper arm, only to be pushed back on the wall, with both of his hands grabbing her shoulders firmly.
"Stop acting like a spoiled child for once!" Elijah growled, with a loud sigh. "And believe me, woman; I want you more now than I have ever wanted you before. But, as much as I want you, I don't want to take advantage of you in your transition."
"I don't … I don't understand?" Katerina raised her chin, still confrontational, but more willing to listen to his words.
"Your all body is graving for blood, like a drug; but it'll grave for many other things, and sex is one of them. It can come to a point that you'll use sex to fill a void, and call me crazy I don't want that for you." Elijah tried to explain to her. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"I think …" She nodded, redness reaching her cheeks. Well, that was certainly explaining a lot of what she had been experimenting as strange behaviour at the simple view of her husband.
"Foremost, you need to learn how to control yourself, Katerina; or "it" will control you in no time." He added, softly. "Now, do you want to drink my blood or a blood bag?"
"I want …" Katerina tried to articulate, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. I want for you to fuck me hard on this bed! Is this too direct for you Elijah? Probably, and now that she knew from where her sudden sex-drive was coming from, it tasted like regret in her mouth. "I want your blood." She finally confessed, while swallowing a lump in her throat.
Elijah nodded, his teeth sinking in the surface of his right forearm, before offering the opened wound to his wife.
"Drink as much as you need." Elijah offered, eyes closed; her soft lips touching the wounded skin, a few seconds before her fangs tore his flesh. "Oh Katerina!" He moaned, in ecstasy; while pulling her body near his chest, his chin resting on top of her head.
"Oh, George… What are you doing here?" Maria closed the door of her bedroom suite behind her back; with her right hand raising the fabric of her long gown, while leading her steps into the corridor.
"I want to assure myself that you'll find your way to the dining room safely and in one piece." George presented his left arm to her.
"Well, it's thoughtful of you, but completely unnecessary." She replied, smiling; before sliding her own underneath his, with her hand resting comfortably on his forearm. "I don't fear any danger at the moment; this party will be just a way that Petrov came-up with to make a spectacle of his richness in front of Klaus."
"But, you wore the dress he offered you, nonetheless?" He raised an eyebrow.
"It's a dress, George; one that I guess will fit with this theatrical role that we need to play." Maria commented, while sighing loudly. "Don't see more to it, not that you should… I mean… I don't know what I mean…" She shook her head, redness reaching her cheeks.
"You're adorable when you're stammering in my presence." George commented, before slowly raising his right hand to grab Maria's chin. "And regardless of who offered it to you, you take my breath away in this dress." He complemented, his sight drown in hers.
"Thank you, it's extremely kind of you to say, George." Maria swallowed a lump in her throat, goosebumps spreading on her entire body.
"I'm not kind, Maria; I'm actually extremely horny at the moment. Petrov knew exactly what he was doing while choosing that dress. Too bad he's not here to enjoy it like I am." George confessed, in front of her flustered self. "Can I kiss you?"
"No, it's highly …" She stammered, nervously; before feeling one of his fingers pushing on her lips to silence her.
"If you say the term "inappropriate" one more time, I swear, I'll scream from the top of my lungs!" George teased, before slowly bending his head near Maria's. "Maybe, it's time for you to have "inappropriate" thoughts for a change?" He winked, before brushing her lips of a kiss. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" He softly mouthed the words.
Maria slowly reopened her eyes, an intense fire spreading in her body, heart and soul. When was the last time she had felt this way for a man?
"No, it wasn't." She shook her head, a timid smile blessing both corners of her lips.
"Shall we go to this masquerade now?" George presented his arm to her, once more.
"We shall." Maria replied, before grabbing the man's arm like her life depended on it.
"Why the long face?" Stefan asked his brother, while walking along Damon's side, in the corridor leading them to the majestic dining room. "Do you have problems with a certain red head woman?" He teased. "By the way, I can't wait to meet her if she's turning you into this love sick puppy."
"Do you see a red head woman walking by my side at the moment? No? Then, just shut up, would you Stefan?!" Damon mumbled, angrily; between his teeth.
"Touchy subject as I can see. What? She did not fell for your charm?" Stefan mocked more.
"Talking about long face? You should look at your own at the moment … Don't tell me the female Barracuda of the Mikaelson family did a number on you, once again?" Damon chuckled. "Weren't you the one who had promised himself to never fell into her lethal claws?"
Stefan sighed loudly; while turning his attention toward the entrance of the manor, where guests were starting to arrive.
"What? No sneaky replica from your part?" Damon winked.
"She changed, Damon; she's not this insecure young girl anymore." Stefan confessed, with a small cough to hide his shyness.
"Well, I hope she's not a young girl anymore, considering she has one thousand years under her belt!" Damon teased.
"You know what I mean." Stefan shrugged, impatient.
"Well, hopefully; she won't pull a fast one on you this time." Damon concluded, before passing the threshold of the dining room.
"Wow! Can you spell "palace"?" Stefan opened his eyes widely at the décor.
"Opulence is undeniably one of my biological father's vices." Klaus winced at the room set-up, while suddenly appearing by their sides; both hands buried in his white tuxedo pair of pants.
"Well, at least we know now from where all your vices are coming." Damon replied, perniciously; a smile spreading from ear to ear.
"Oh Damon, is this you, mate? I did not recognize you without your legs and arms, wide-opened." Klaus threw his repartee, a smirk appearing on his manly lips.
"I'm going to shut your big mouth, Mikaelson." Damon rushed to grab the hybrid's collar; before being retained in his momentum by Stefan.
"Can you get a grip on yourself, for God sake, Damon?!" Stefan pushed his brother at arm length from Klaus's standing position. "You're making a spectacle in front of the invitees."
"Your brother has the tendencies to love being the center of attraction." A feminine voice cut in the middle of their joust.
All three men turned their sight toward the red head bombshell that had suddenly appeared by their sides.
"Anastassia Petrov, if I am not mistaking?" Stefan grabbed her right hand, before brushing his lips on its back. "I'm charmed to meet you."
"Charmed as well, and aren't you a gentleman, Mister Stefan Salvatore." Anastassia commented, her dark red lips curving into a seductive smile. "At least you have good manners, which your brother is obviously lacking."
"Really, you want to talk about my lack of good manners?" Damon commented, wincing.
"Don't mind my brother; he's still learning how to be a gentleman to a beautiful woman such as you, my dear." Stefan commented, winking. "May I present to you, Klaus Mikaelson, your half-brother?" He turned toward his hybrid's friend, with a hand gesture.
"I'm not interested in meeting him." Anastassia replied, dryly.
"It goes both ways, sweetheart; I couldn't care less about you." Klaus replied, without even glancing in her direction.
"член!" Anastassia threw the insult in Russian, in Klaus's face, before turning on herself to leave the small group of men.
"Did she just call you a "dick", Mikaelson?" Damon chuckled, while lowering his head to hide his amusement.
"I truly like her already!" Stefan commented, smirking.
"Is it ok, if I leave you near the bar?" George asked Maria, while scattering the premises of the dining room, before grabbing a glass of champagne to slide it in Maria's hand.
"Yes, it's fine… I mean, I'll be fine; I see my son Klaus, and both Stefan and Damon are already present." Maria nodded toward the opposite side of the room.
"Good, I'll just do a quick inspection." George informed Maria, before raising his right hand to caress her cheek.
"Of course, I tend to forget that …" She started to explain herself before being cut in the middle of her sentence.
"You tend to forget that I'm still your son's bodyguard." George finished her say, a smile spreading on his lips. "Maybe, it's a good sign?"
"In which way do you believe this is a good sign, George?" Maria asked, before taking a large gulp of her champagne to calm her raging nerves and the tremors in her voice.
"Maybe you're starting to see me as a "man" now? And maybe one day; you'll see "me" as more?" George concluded, before bending his head near Maria's to brush her cheek of a chaste kiss, under her closed eyes.
When Maria re-opened them, he had left her side; leaving a void in her.
"The day I chose that dress for you, I knew you would take my breath away while wearing it." Maria heard Petrov's address himself to her.
"You have good taste, I can't deny that fact." She turned on herself to face the imposing Russian man, her chin raised in confrontational gesture, sigh locked with his. "But the matching cape, in the same fabric of my dress, was a bit eccentric of your part, would you say?" She winced, disdainfully.
"What can I say? I see you as my Queen." Petrov smirked. "Ingrid, I …" He, then, tried to explain his turmoil, without being able to formulate his say in comprehensible words.
"It is Maria now, how many times I will need to repeat myself?" She lashed out, furiously; before deposing her empty glass on a nearby service table, only to grab a filled one.
"Maria then … We'll need to talk in private, and you know it?" Petrov suggested, his fiery sight sliding from her bare shoulders to the deep cleavage of her dress.
"I don't think it'll be possible." Maria replied, while turning his back to the man.
"Maria…" She heard the soft whisper in her ears; Petrov's hands sliding on top of her shoulders. "We share a son together, look at him? Isn't he the most proud and prestigious man you ever saw?"
"I share many other children with my previous husband; do you see me, willingly, have private conversation with him?" She replied, tit for tat; before turning on herself to raise her sight in Petrov's. "Do your theatrical play, Ludvig; prove your wealth and power to your guests, but leave me and my children out of your life!" She busted to his face, before leaving him, speechless, on site.
Elijah and Katerina descended the majestic stairs, the many veils of her purple dress brushing the fabric of his pants with each movement she was making.
"Give me your hand." Elijah handed his own to Katerina.
"Why?" Katerina eyed him, suspiciously.
"Because, I want to held my wife's hand in mine? Is it a good enough reason for you?" Elijah replied, smirking.
"Why?" Katerina pushed the issue, a spark of amusement reaching her eyes, but not her lips, but while still obliging to his request, by sliding her fingers in his strong, masculine hand.
"You're the most stubborn woman I've ever met in all my thousand years on this earth." Elijah sighed loudly, while rolling his eyes to the ceiling.
"That's not answering my question?" Katerina arched an eyebrow.
"Fine… Because I'm putting my mark on you; I'm territorial, sue me, Katerina." Elijah replied, as explanation. "We are on enemy's land, and if I show to public eyes to which you belong; there is a strong chance that you'll be even more save that you are now."
"Being your wife does that, no?" Katerina questioned, dumbfounded.
"Not necessarily; there is even more arranged marriage in the supernatural world." Elijah shrugged, fatalist.
"But, isn't it what our marriage is, an arranged one?" She questioned, in good faith.
"Not for me, it isn't." He replied, while turning his fiery sight to glance at his wife.
Katerina lowered her head, an intense fire reaching both of her cheeks all at once. The way he was looking at her sometimes, was so intense that she couldn't even handle it.
They finished their descent of the stairs in silence, before coming nose to nose with Carolina in the entrance of the mansion.
"Where's Klaus?" Elijah asked Katerina's sister, with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't know; somewhere around here." Carolina shrugged. "It's not like I don't know my way around this place by now." She added, with her arms crossed over her evening gown.
"That is beside the point, Carolina; you need to stay by his side in all cost." Elijah scolded the young woman. "Do you hear me?"
"Well, I'm sorry to displease you, Elijah; but my husband doesn't want me by his side at the moment." She lashed out to his face, both closed fists suddenly placed on each side of her hips.
"I highly doubt that, Carolina." Elijah sighed loudly; before turning his sight toward his wife. "Stay with her, I'll try to find my brother and put good sense inside of his tick skull!" He added, before storming toward the corridor leading to the dining room.
"What now? He'll beg Klaus to be by my side, and we'll play the perfect married couple?" Caroline growled, unhappy.
"Isn't the man you swore to me earlier that you wanted to be with?" Katerina couldn't do without making the remark.
"He is! But he is also extremely stubborn of what I want at the moment." Caroline sighed loudly.
"No, no … Tell me, it isn't so, Carolina?" Katerina shook her head, in denial.
"I want him to turn me, Katerina; how do you think I feel at the moment? You … You turned, and I'm the only human left." Carolina tried to explain her uneasiness.
"Being a human, it's a gift for now, Carolina; you don't need to rush this, please, promise me to not rush this idea of yours?" Katerina begged, while grabbing her sister's hands.
"You're such a hypocrite, Katerina." Caroline lashed out. "You're standing here, in all your vampire glory; with nothing standing in your way anymore."
"You sincerely think that being a vampire is assuring the success of my marriage?" Katerina busted to her sister's face. "Then you're a fool, Carolina!"
"Yah, then I'm a fool!" Carolina replied, tears rolling on her cheeks, before raising the skirt of her long dress, only to turn on herself to run away from her sister.
"Carolina? Please come back, I didn't mean what I've said to you!" Katerina yelled through the corridor, curious guests' eyes staring at her.
"She has a good point, you know; she needs to turn and the sooner will be the better!" She heard the hoarsely voice in her ears, cold shivers hitting her body all at once.
She slowly turned on herself, before facing her worst nightmare in the form of Mikael Mikaelson.
"How are you my dear? You seem well?" Mikael had the audacity of asking her.
"My guests, welcome!" Petrov exclaimed, glass of champagne at hand, under the wild applauses of his guest, before climbing on a small podium fit for a king. "Thank you for accepting this short notice invitation. You'll soon be sited on your attributed seat around the tables."
"What did I miss?" Rebekah asked, placing herself by Klaus's side; before taking a quick glance at Stefan, from the corner of her eyes.
"Except the obvious, not much!" Klaus replied, while nodding in direction of Petrov's presentation.
"Tonight is a special night for me and for all of you. The day has come my friends, that I'm finally able to present my heir to you." Petrov announced, ceremoniously.
"For once, Mikaelson, I feel for you." Damon whispered the words, his head bended near Klaus's.
"Well, don't make it a habit, would you, Salvatore?" Klaus frowned.
"Oh don't even worry about it." Damon smirked.
"Please, welcome my sons into our supernatural family, Klaus Mikaelson come join me on the podium, would you?" Petrov invited the hybrid to join him.
"Eww… Tell me he did not do this in front of all these people?" Stefan winced, while shaking his shoulders in disdain.
"If you don't want to go, and please Petrov's ego, don't go, you hear me?" Maria suddenly appeared by his son's side, while grabbing Klaus's right upper arm.
Thank you, as always, for reading the "The King's big bash – Part 1" chapter, guys!
Dear God, if this party doesn't kill me while writing it, nothing will! ;) I hope you had a blast reading this first installment chapter and that you were entertained by it? I'm so thrilled and excited, each time I write about some sort of event in one of my stories ;) But this one is even more special, because all characters are so unique in their own way in this fiction.
As of now, take into consideration that I have less time to write. I am between long commute transportation and my work time at the office; but that doesn't mean the chapter won't come, it just mean that you need to be more patient with me, and I thank you in advance for your comprehension.
As always … Much love to all my readers;
Lovely Vero
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Guest anonymous wrote: Another hybrid baby for Klaus? Isn't this a bid old for a writer of your caliber?
Another anonymous covered insult? Or am I mistaking? Isn't it a bit old for a person cowardly hiding her identity?
;) I couldn't resist, sweetie. I am not responding to those kinds of insinuation/covered insult by anonymous guests anymore, except, when I care to show what caliber I am made of ;) But, for the sake of argument, let me say to you that it is not, first time Klaus was not a hybrid, but a werewolf, and you should go back to your note pad to check it out ;) It's only the second time I touch the subject, and in such a completely opposite way, and with so much complexity, that if you were not able to see the difference with your own eyes, I can't help you. To add more, I hope you were able to see the numerous other plots in the story, because you seem to be focusing on one at chapter 24?
This said, even if I wanted to write 100 stories that would include a baby, it would still be my prerogative, entirely, and if I may add without the intention of being rude, it's also my "damn" business, and you are certainly not obligated to read them. Thanks for your input, nonetheless.
Redbudrose: Hey sweetheart! Damon, Stefan and Klaus are so fun to write in this story; it is a shame that it was not more explored in the series. Thanks for your comments.
Agnes: Thanks for your nice inputs, sweetie. And you just asked a pertinent question ;) Kol should be worried, because the "how" Petrov managed to create an army of hybrids was never really cleared to them, more so in such a small time period. Therefore, they have no way of knowing if they are immune to their bite. I hope I was able to help you? That is the thing with fictions; sometimes the writers (I know I do!) are not always following the same pattern of mythology than the series.
If I have forgotten someone in the responses to the anonymous reviews, it was not intentional, and I thank you for it!