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 …
The two gigantic doors leading to the dining room opened on their arches, with Bonnie and Kol advancing toward Ludvig's table.
"Well, well … I believe the last of the Mikaelson clan has just arrived?" Ludvic wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin; before rising on his legs. "Mister Kol and the lovely Miss Bennett, welcome! Please, join us?"
"I highly doubt you'll want to eat in my companionship, after what I'll say to you, Petrov?" Kol lashed out, perniciously. "Not after cutting your appetite short, that is."
"Bonnie are you ok? And what is going on?" Carolina grabbed her friend's hand, in a vain attempt to lean more.
"I'm fine, but I can't talk now, Carolina." Bonnie shook her head, softly squeezing her friend's hand, before following Kol at the left far end of the table.
"I've actually heard that you were the … How can I put it politely, the most rambunctious of Mikael's children?" Ludvic commented, a rictus spreading in the right corner of his lips.
"Be warned Petrov, my brother can be lethal, even in his best days." Klaus pointed out, winking at Kol. "It's one of the traits we have in common; we like to finish what we've started… More time than I could wish to mention, in a large puddle of blood." He grinned, perniciously.
"I wouldn't believe that my own son is actually threatening me at the moment, is he?" Petrov let a smile spread from ear to ear.
"Can I be more rambunctious than you? I'm certainly not the one building a genetically transformed army of hybrids?" Kol raised an eyebrow. "Am I?"
"Kol; don't push it?" Bonnie swallowed a lump in her throat, retaining his left arm, with a firm grip of her right hand. "Say what you came here to say." She suggested to the Original, in a low whisper.
"Well Kol… You love to play with matches and fire, with obviously not a single fear of the danger inside of you, as I can see?" Petrov commented, amused. "And, your lady friend, Miss Bennett, seems to have your back?"
"If I was you I would put the hold button on your hybrids manufactory, daddy wolf!" Kol replied, disdainfully; before throwing a thick document on the table. "As for the fear factor, I would take a good look at this!"
"Kol, what is going on?" Elijah asked, before throwing his napkin on the table. "What did you find out?"
"What is this?" Petrov grabbed the document, suddenly losing his smile at the view of the Vatican sign.
"The Vatican has put into place a plan to get rid of all supernatural species present on this earth, so as for your plan to conquer it with hybrids, it will have to wait!" Kol announced, unceremoniously.
"That preposterous… Where have you come up with an idea like this, son?" Mikael pushed his chair, before rising on his legs to reach Petrov's standing position.
"Witches, who are part of the resistance, informed us." Bonnie responded, informatively.
"Even if "this" was true, they have no way of realizing such a feat!" Ludvic growled, the said document being snapped off from his hands by Alexay.
"If this is even remotely true, how will they manage to defeat us? Holly water will certainly not do the trick? What is their main weapon?" Petrov's right man commented.
"Satan!" Kol replied, toneless.
"As in long tail, horns, holding a pitch fork; with his main address of residency in hell?" Damon commented, with his eyes widely opened. "I knew I shouldn't have brought him on the list earlier!" He added; whispering the words to Stefan.
"As in: Augustine!" Kol responded, while narrowing his sight on both Mikael and Petrov; who blenched at the sound of the name.
"In my private chamber now… All of you!" Petrov ordered, dryly, the guests present at his table; before turning on his heels to head outside the dining room, with Alexay and Mikael close on his heels.
"Why do I feel that we are on deeper shit that we all were already?" Damon commented.
Chapter 27
"The King's big bash – Part 3"
Special mention: U2 SONG – Beautiful day
Alexay closed the two imposing doors of the parlor room on the last guests invited inside Petrov's private chamber; before discreetly disappearing after receiving a direct order under discreet exchange of whispers.
"Damn; it feels like Christmas all over again, our family brought all together under the same roof…We're only missing the Christmas tree. Thanks for the invite uncle Petrov!" Kol mocked, openly; while taking a sitting position in a leather chair, both army boots raised on a coffee table.
"Is he always so obnoxious?" Ludvic questioned, wincing at Kol's obvious nonchalance.
"What? Kol … Oh no, he's actually well behave today." Klaus smirked, winking at his brother, before abruptly pushing Carolina on a nearby chair, while whispering the order to her. "Stay with your ass on this chair, don't move and don't say a word!"
"Thank you, my dear brother Nicklaus. And, what am I supposed to call you now? Nicklaus Mikaelson Petrov?" Kol raised his right hand to scratch the scuff on his chin. "It sounds a bit pompous would you say?"
"See, he's even making joke?" Klaus added, pointing toward a grinning Kol.
"Go to hell!" Carolina rose back on her legs, closed fists placed on each side of her tensed body. "I'll sit when I want to sit and it's not you who will order me around!'
"Don't make me say it one more time, Carolina! Or perhaps, you'd prefer to sit on my lap like an obedient wife? If so that could easily be arranged, Love?" Klaus locked his sight in hers, under clenched teeth.
Carolina closed her eyes, between two evil choices the less degrading was perhaps the one she should choose? She sat back on the cushion, arms crossed over her chest, lips forming a thin line of anger.
"Now, that's a good girl!" Klaus patted her head, teaser.
"Fuck you!" She growled in a low murmur, under her heavy breathing.
"Put your feet down and try to act with some decency and respect!" Mikael busted to his youngest son, while pushing Kol's legs away from the table.
"Mummy, daddy is being an asshole to me, like always." Kol pushed the note a bit further, a smile spreading from ear to ear.
"Oh Kol, could you just try to keep quiet, for me?" Maria begged his son to silence himself, nervously rubbing her hands together.
"Where are you going?" Elijah retained his wife, with a firm grip on her forearm.
"Why, you're going to make me sit like my sister on a chair?" Katerina raised an eyebrow, confrontational. "Wrists and ankles restrained by a chain, I suppose?"
"No, but I know that look of yours. This is not the time to retaliate on Mikael, and more so if someone needs to do it, it will be me!" Elijah commented, unwavering.
"Let me take my revenge on him, Elijah; I'm not … I'm not human anymore, I can do this." Katerina begged him.
"The answer is no." Elijah replied, dryly. "You can barely control your vampire urges at the moment, how do you expect to go head to head with my father; an original nonetheless?"
"Don't tell me there's never been a single woman in the world who has told you that you were a sexist ass?" Katerina spitted in her husband face, both closed fists placed on each side of her waist.
"Well, to be frank my dear, no, not one as sexy as yourself." Elijah winked; amused.
"Oh, you're nothing but a chauvinist pig!" Katerina stomped both feet on the marble floor. "Now that I think about it, sitting with my sister is perhaps the best option!"
"Do you have a death-wish inside this tiny mind of yours, or what?" Bonnie bended her head near Kol to whisper her say. "Why are you pushing Petrov this way?"
"You want to sit on my lap, darling? Of course you can, come see pappy Kol, there's plenty of room to put your lovely ass on me?" Kol proposed out loud to cover their private exchange. "I'm trying to make him snap to know the truth!" Kol added in the lowest murmur.
"You refused that I sat on your lap in the train, earlier, remember?" Bonnie arched both of her eyebrows, teaser. "Now who knows when I'll do it again?"
"I'm sure I'll find you in my bed later on, cupcake!" Kol responded, tit for tat.
"Children, please, keep your naughty exchange away from my pure ears, would you?" Damon winced at Kol's and Bonnie's exchange, shaking his shoulders; before directing his steps toward the bar. "Stefan, can I get you a drink? You don't mind I hope, Petrov? Considering I've been stripped by your beautiful, but deadly, daughter; and chained to a bed, it's the least you could do, right?"
"I'm always available for a rematch, sweet Damon; I could tie you up on the chandelier, and whip you in front of everybody else. You feel up to it?" Anastassia waved her manicured fingers to the young vampire, a smirk raising both sides of her pulpous red lips.
"For God sake, Anastassia; lock your dirty tongue inside your mouth!" Petrov snapped at his daughter.
"Of father, if only you knew all the things I can do with my tongue besides talking." Anastassia winked at Damon, who rolled his eyes to the ceiling; while pouring double scotch into his glass.
"At this rate, bring the bottle, would you, Damon. To endure this get-together, I'll obviously need to be drunk." Stefan leaned his back on the wall, before lowering his head near Rebekah's. "You're holding up?"
"What's so beautiful about "her", anyway?" Rebekah frowned, while narrowing her sight on the red head. "She's so common." She added, shrugging.
"Bekah?" Stefan whispered her name to attract her attention back at him.
"What?" She turned her head to stare into his dark eyes.
"She got nothing on you." He complimented, with a sincere smile.
"Thanks, but your opinion is invalid, Mister Salvatore." Rebekah responded.
"And why is that, Mrs. Mikaelson?" Stefan asked, amused.
"Simple, it's because you prefer blonde." She replied, winking.
"Can we get to the point of this meeting, if it's not too much to ask?" Elijah took a step forward, rubbing both of his hands together, with his chin raised toward Petrov and Mikael.
Both men exchange a rapid glance, before starting their tale.
"The man was renamed as Augustine. He was… Or I should say, he still is, a killing machine, recreated in a laboratory." Petrov informed, toneless.
"Why do you say he was renamed?" Elijah arched an eyebrow, questioning. "And what do you mean by he was recreated in a laboratory?"
"His name is actually Aleksandr Viktorievitch." Petrov started.
"Augustine lived more than thousand years ago as a Viking who used to hunt supernatural entities such as witches, vampires and werewolves." Mikael continued. "He was known as the most lethal hunter on earth. He would ravage villages, leaving a trail of blood behind him."
"Well, well, well … And I thought that you were the supremacy of all hunters!" Klaus mocked, a smirk raising both sides of his manly lips. "It's a bummer that you've been kind of put down by this "Augustine" would you say, Mikael?"
"Make your son shut his big mouth, please?" Mikael shook his head, right hand stroking his eyelids, while growling at the insinuation.
"This is not a laughing matter, Klaus." Petrov warned him dryly; both arms crossed over his muscular chest. "Don't act like you know everything, when you know shit!"
"You think I don't know that fact, father dearest." Klaus took a step toward his biological father, darting his fiery sight on him; while making Carolina raise from her sitting position on the chair, fearing the worst. "You came from nowhere, proclaiming that you were the king, reclaiming your title as my father, changing the rules on the supernatural world, requiring total obedience, creating an army of hybrids genetically transformed, how are you so different from that Augustine?" Klaus lashed out to his face.
"I'm Ludvig Petrov, I'm the king; and while you'll stand underneath my roof, you'll do as I say and you'll show me respect, am I clear, son?" Ludvig yelled; closed fists placed on each side of his tensed body.
"Nicklaus; don't push your father." Maria took a step forward, both hands retaining her son from jumping on the throat of his father; with a firm grip of her hand placed on his left forearm.
"Please accept my deepest apologies, Carolina." Petrov addressed her. "I didn't mean to scare you." He added. "Just be reassured that I wouldn't hurt my son. But isn't it the parent's job to teach their children of obedience and decency?"
"I couldn't say the same; I would hurt you in a blink of an eye." Klaus mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"Klaus is a wild beast; you couldn't manage to tame him, even if you'd tried." Carolina responded, before taking her sitting position back on the chair, while feeling Klaus's stare fixated on her.
"What happened afterward?" Elijah asked, to cut the bickering short, while recapping the conversation. "How did you come into contact with that man?"
Petrov and Mikael glare at each other, before continuing their tale.
"He came to our village one day; we only managed to save a few people from his insane tyranny." Mikael continued, while swallowing a lump in his throat.
"One single man; and you'd managed to save only a few?" Klaus raised an eyebrow, suspiciously. "We're you… We're we…" Klaus stammered through his question, a gloomy feeling for the past wrapping his soul of bitterness. Even after more than a thousand of years, the resentment to have been turned against his will, with his siblings, was still very present in a part of his heart.
"Turned? No. You were too young to remember, Nicklaus; blood flowed afloat, covering the land of his dark color." Mikael explained. "It was impossible for a human to fight this warrior; except Petrov managed to slow him down."
"You were a werewolf at that time?" Klaus questioned his biological father.
"Yes." Petrov nodded. "And, it's in my supernatural form that I was able to slow him down, but with a high price to pay." He added, before getting rid of his cape, raising his shirt, only to show the profound scars covering his entire chest to a shock and speechless auditory.
"Oh my god!" Maria exclaimed, in shock; a hand rose above her trembling lips. "What kind of a twisted human being would cause such horrible wounds?"
"Daddy… I didn't know…" Anastassia shook her head, standing petrified in front of the horror her father had to endure.
"It is fine, Anastassia; obviously I'm here now." He brushed the subject off, in all proudness.
"How did you survive?" Elijah wondered out loud.
"Your mother, Esther… Or should I say our beloved Maria, here present; took care of bringing her beloved Ludvic to health." Mikael explained, slyly.
"I can only guess that I showed an injured man some empathy, something that you have obviously forgotten through the centuries." Maria snapped at her ex-husband.
"Don't give that asshole the time of the day, Maria… Please?" George bended his head, while whispering the words near her left ear.
"Oh believe me, my dear; you've showed him way more than empathy!" Mikael replied, under clenched teeth. "After all, Klaus did not come from a stork!"
"And in return you made my mother loose her memory; how very noble of you, father?" Elijah commented, dryly. "Can we go back to the subject at hands? I can only presume that man escaped after your tirade?"
"He disappeared, no one ever knew if someone had managed to kill him or not." Petrov nodded. "Then words started to travel, village to village, coming from nowhere and everywhere. He had been captured by a powerful group of witches; only to be burned alive, and brought up to life once again, but in the form of a more satanic version of himself."
"Was there any truth to that?" Klaus wondered.
"No one could know." Mikael shook his head. "He disappeared from the face of the earth; the tale became legend, obviously."
"Until…" Petrov sighed, loudly.
"Until what exactly… What happened after?" Elijah repeated, narrowing his sight on their host.
"Maybe the rest of this tale should be left for another time?" Petrov coughed, uncomfortable. "The important thing is that you all know that the threat could be the most lethal ever received."
"No! Stop this!" Katerina jumped on her feet. "We can't be kept in the dark anymore. You were kind and decent to me in the past, Petrov." She begged for their host's indulgence. "I know you're not the twisted man, most people think you are; you have a sense of loyalty inside of yourself, a sense of honor, a sense of respect for the hierarchy in the supernatural world." She added to flatter his ego. "We need to know … Please, let us know what all of this mean?"
"Of course, if one should know how to handle a man's ego, it would obviously be your wife!" Mikael pointed his right hand toward the brunette, while addressing himself to Elijah.
"You're nothing more than a bastard!" Elijah lashed out, before reaching his father's position, his right fist meeting the patriarch's jaw in a matter of seconds.
"Oh my God…" Maria exclaimed in shock, pushing George in their direction; in a vain attempt to pulling them apart.
"What the fuck, Elijah!" Mikael exclaimed from his lying position on the marble floor; his right hand rose to stroke his bruised jaw.
"Stay the hell away from my wife, don't even pronounce her name, am I clear?" Elijah busted, while grabbing two sides of his father's shirt collar.
"Elijah, he's not even deserving of your anger." Klaus pulled his brother away, while George grabbed Mikael to separate the two men.
"Your angriness is the most pathetic, hypocrite thing I've ever seen, son!" Mikael spitted to the face of his eldest.
"Oh yah, and why is that father?" Elijah growled; closed fists placed on each side of his tensed body.
"You're angry because you were not the one who turned your wife; and it's eating your ego inside-out that a simple accident took that pleasure from you." Mikael yelled the truth to his son's face, a gloomy silence filling the room.
Katerina took the first steps to reach their standing position, before being retained by a firm grip of her sister's hand on her forearm.
"Let them handle their power-trip… Don't put more grief inside of you, Katerina, please?" Carolina begged, hopeful she would listen to her.
It was the first words between both sisters had exchanged since their fight a few hours ago.
"Ok, I'll do as you say." Katerina nodded, a timid smile spreading on her lips.
"Enough!" Petrov suddenly yelled through the commotion present in the room. "We are in real danger if Augustine has been brought up to life." He sighed loudly. "And you're right, Katerina; I'm a man of honor and I can assure you that this is no laughing matter. As for the men present in this room, If you want to fight, keep your strength to fight him!"
"Then tell us more, please?" Katerina begged the imposing man.
"Vittorio, can you continue, please?" Petrov called the said man, who stood in setback of the effervescence.
"Yes, darling; did you call me?" The said warlock asked, mockingly; while reaching Petrov's standing position. "I was highly entertained with the explosion of testosterones." He added, waving his right hand to blow some air to his face.
"This is Vittorio, my personal warlock." Their host announced unceremoniously, under the speechless expression of Carolina.
"I know my darling, could you find in your heart to forgive me?" Vittorio implored, winking. "And to say that your husband thought something was happening between us? No worries, muscles man, I was ordered to keep an eye on your wife." He added for Klaus's behalf. "There'll be no need to try to kill me next time, ok?"
"You think I can't keep an eye on my own wife, Petrov?" Klaus asked, dryly; under the rolling of eyes of his father.
"Now, now … Let me, finish this tale would you?" The eccentric man proposed.
"Why would you be more apt at telling this story?" Bonnie questioned, with arched eyebrows; arms crossed over her chest.
"Ah, the delightful, Miss Bennett; your grandmother was a magnificent witch." He complimented with a reverence.
"You knew my grandmother?" Bonnie exclaimed; shocked beyond belief.
"Yes, Miss Bennett, I knew your grandmother, and I'll tell you know why later on." Vittorio nodded, respectfully. "Let's start: 1953…Words spread through the supernatural world that the Vatican would perform some kind of ritual to exorcist the different species of the supernatural world from the human one."
"Exorcist… What are we now, Freddy Krueger?" Stefan rolled his eyes.
"The words were that the Vatican had brought the ultimate weapon as the past form of a warrior named Aleksandr Viktorievitch." Vittorio continued. "They had required the help of scientists in a secret laboratory that would change this "brought back to life" man into a killing machine."
"And… What is proving to us of the veracity of this tale?" Klaus asked; features of his face tensing.
"And nothing… The gossips died; I remember thinking that this could only be garbage, a legend tale thrown into the close community of witches, werewolves and vampire, at Halloween to scare the ones who wanted to be scare." Mikael commented, shrugging.
"Until now…" Petrov added, while sighing loudly.
"What is so different between then and now?" Elijah wondered, out loud.
"Me!" Vittorio announced, ceremoniously. "Miss Bennett, I knew your grandmother because I was present as the resistance against the Vatican." He purged the truth. "And I can assure you all, that Augustine is a real threat brought back to life by them, to destroy the supernatural world as we know it now."
"You knew my grandmother, how … When…" Bonnie stammered through her sentence.
"I'll tell you all in good time, darling." Vittorio addressed the brunette a sincere smile.
"That can only mean one thing…" Elijah thought out loud, his sight lost in the emptiness of the big room.
"I can see that you have already figured this one out." Vittorio nodded, with respect.
"By killing the Originals with this ultimate weapon, they'll manage to kill all the line of vampires underneath us." Elijah continued, under the petrified stare of the assembly.
"Precisely, you have guessed their game plan." Vittorio agreed, before turning his glare toward Petrov.
"First hours tomorrow, we'll vacate this mansion. This subject is not opened to discussion." Petrov ordered. "I suggest to all to have a good night of sleep. Tomorrow, we go to war!"
Katerina passed beside Elijah's standing position in the corridor, darting an angry stare at the man she was calling her husband, before passing the threshold of their bedroom suite. If a single look could kill … This present one would be it!
The Original passed the threshold himself, before turning on himself to face his bodyguard.
"Keep an eye on my mother, would you?" Elijah gave the last order, both hands grabbing each side of the door arches. "Tonight must have been very hard for her."
"I'm on my way." George nodded, respectfully; before rushing in direction of Maria's bedroom.
"And George…" Elijah added.
"Yes?" The bodyguard turned to face his boss, once more.
"You're good for her." Elijah commented, truthfully. "I mean, she's smiling when you're around."
"How am I supposed to take this compliment?" George arched an eyebrow, amused. "Is it your blessing to further my relationship with your mother? Or did I misread your words?"
"Well, you take my say, the way you wish to take it." Elijah smirked.
"With all respect, you know that I don't need your blessing to be "good" to your mother." George teased. "And when I say good…"
"And it's exactly here and now that our conversation ends." Elijah closed the door on his grinning bodyguard; before turning his sight toward his wife, who was furiously throwing her high heels shoes at one corner of the bedroom, before taking off her earring and necklace. Her angry sight suddenly rose in the mirror above the dresser to meet her husband glance.
"If you want to take a shower, you can … Or I mean; I could also take the shower before you?" Katerina proposed, under clenched teeth. "I don't care, either way, as long as we go to sleep."
Elijah remained silent for a few minutes; throwing his tuxedo vest on a nearby armchair, before slowly removing his cufflinks.
"Are you mad at me, Katerina?" He finally commented; while rolling the sleeves of his shirt on his forearms.
"Well, now Elijah, why would I ever be mad at you?" The brunette turned on herself, arms crossed over her chest, chin raised in a confrontational gesture. "You're the perfect husband, so patient, tolerant, an honorable man with a sense of honor." She added, dryly. "In all honesty, I should kneel in front of you and kiss your feet for granted me the chance to become your wife and obedient servant!"
"You're mad, and you're patronizing me in top of everything." He sighed, loudly; a nerves twitching inside his left cheek. "Are you in need of my blood; is that the reason why you're acting irrational?"
"Irrational? Irrational … Oh, you did not see me "irrational" yet, напыщенныйчеловек!" She lashed out his face with a finger directed at his chest.
"And you just brought your natal language into this argument, like I have no idea what you just said to me!" Elijah busted, angrily. "And I'm not a pompous man, Katerina, far from it!"
"You had no right to take what should have been "mine"; you had no right to grant yourself what should have been my revenge on your father, Elijah!" She addressed the issue; while pacing back and forth over the length of the Persian rug. "You made me feel like someone who's weak, unable to face a man who repeatedly abused me. You made me feel like my only purpose was to sit in one corner of the room, as the poor defenseless creature that you needed to defend." She added, while holding her pace.
"I had every right, woman!" Elijah responded, with rage. "You're my wife, you belong to me!" He added, fisting his own muscular chest. "It was my duty as your husband to protect your honor."
"Right…" Katerina nodded, a lump forming in her throat. "How can I ever forget the fact that I belong to you; you've paid a high enough some of money to buy me as your wife." She added, tears reaching her eyes. ."
"I didn't mean that, and you perfectly know it, Katerina!" Elijah pointed a forbidden finger in her direction. "Don't put words into my mouth!"
"What if I put different words in your mouth? You've paid enough money to the marital agency to have the privilege to turn your wife as a vampire, but your father stole that right from underneath your feet!" Katerina lashed out, redness spreading on her cheeks.
"You prefer to listen to the insanity of my father, than have faith in your husband!" Elijah busted. "If I had wanted to turn you I would have done it ages ago!"
"Because as much I dislike your father; this time Mikael was right! Don't dare have the audacity to lie through your teeth to me; it was always in the back of your mind, even if you had sworn to me that you wouldn't turn me, at my own request." She replied, angrily.
"Fine… Yes! What kind of a man would I be not to wish for you to be by my side for eternity? Can you answer me this, Katerina?" Elijah put his cards on the table. "But …" He closed his eyes, while sighing loudly. "The day I've turned you, I sincerely thought I was losing you for good, it was not a test anymore."
"You want to know what kind of man you are. You're the kind of man who bought himself a female escort that he wished he could turn as an obedient vampire wife." She replied, slyly.
"Wow!" Elijah shook his head in disbelief. "You did not just say those words to me?"
"Isn't it the truth after all?" She shrugged, lowering her head and praying God to retain her tears at bay.
"Then, maybe it's time…" He shrugged himself. "…For me to get what I've paid for."
Katerina startled in surprise; before slowly raising her head to stare into his eyes.
"What… What do you mean by that?" She stammered through her question.
"I bought an escort; I want you to act like one tonight." Elijah asked, uncompromisingly.
"This request is beyond cruel, Elijah; even more coming from your own mouth." Katerina managed to let the words escape her mouth; with tears filling her eyes.
"No, Katerina; it's not." Elijah shook his head, taking a few extra steps to reach his wife's sanding position. "The amount of respect I have for you and for the sacrifice you've made for your sister can't even be express in words." He started explaining his motive, nervously passing his right hand through his tangled hair. "For the millions of times, I couldn't care less if you were an escort in the past, or how many men you've slept with or if you've ever felt in love with any of them…"
"No, Elijah … I've never felt any kind of love before…" She tried to reassure him.
"Let me finish, would you?" You know why I couldn't care less, simply because, in a strange turn of events, faith brought you to me. Me? A beast, who never deserved for such gift. We would have never met, Katerina. That single thought is leaving me so empty inside." He cupped her face with both hands, his sight drown in hers. "I love every damn part of you, because your entire being is beautiful to me." He added, moved by his own declaration. "It's me who should be ashamed of who I am, not the other way around."
"Your father…" Katerina started her, before being cut in the middle of her sentence.
"My father is jealous! Jealous of the luck I had to find a woman as wonderful as you." He lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
"Why did you ask me to act like an escort?" Katerina questioned, tears rolling on her cheeks; while his thumbs was brushing them away. "I don't understand?"
"Because it's a part of you that I want to "love" as well." He whispered, swallowing a lump in his throat. "So, I'm asking you to show your husband the escort in you?"
Elijah had move back a few steps away from her standing position, his fiery sigh narrowed on his wife.
"How… I mean, for me to do that, you'll need to let go of yourself." Katerina explained. You need to give me all the power. I'm not sure…"
"I'll do it." Elijah nodded. "What would you do first?" He whispered.
"Undress…" Katerina replied, while slowly pushing the straps of her dress on her shoulders, upper arms, down on her breasts, waist, hips, before sliding the rich fabric on her long legs, and finally down on the floor.
"And then…" He inquired, the tip of his tongue slowly sliding on the length of his manly lips.
"I'll get rid of my bra…" The brunette vampire unhooked the back, before throwing the tiny piece of lingerie on the bed. "While caressing my breasts suggestively…" She added, clasping gesture to speak.
Fuck! Elijah closed his eyes, while letting a loud sight escape his parted lips… Immortal or not, that woman would kill him one day!
"Then I would walk toward my client, and I would start to undress him as well…" She continued, walking suggestively toward her husband; before coming to a halt, slowly raising both hands on his muscular chest to unbutton his shirt; only to push the sleeves on his arms, the fabric hitting the floor a second later. "And then … I would unzip his pants…" She added, while proceeding.
"So fast, no preliminary, no kisses?" Elijah asked, lowering his sight on her doing, with an arched eyebrow.
"It depends? You've paid a large sum of money for my services; there is no time to spare." She shrugged, slowly sliding her right hand underneath the elastic band of his boxer, to gently strike his hard length.
"Shit!" Elijah growled, wincing under his sexual arousal.
"You like it?" Katerina whispered the words, softly nibbling on his earlobe.
Get a grip Elijah! Get a fucking grip!
"How… I mean … How much did I pay?" He continued to role-play.
"You've paid, five thousands, for the "total" service." She replied, while pushing his pants and boxer down, liberating his full erection.
"I've paid that price for the night?" Elijah questioned, near insanity.
"For one hour…" Katerina mouthed the words on top of his parted lips, lowering her demanding lips on his chest, down on his stomach, V-line; before kneeling in front of her husband. "Only fair that you get the best service, would you say?" She smirked, sliding her wet mouth on his length.
"You're going to kill me!" Elijah exclaimed, grabbing her head to push her in a closer proximity, while slowly rocking his pelvic, in and out, of her heavenly mouth.
"I'm actually surprised how good of a client you are?" She commented, slowly rising back on her legs.
"At what exact moment is it the client time to have his little fun with you?" Elijah whispered; teaser.
"Whenever he, or should I say you want; you're the boss." Katerina grabbed both of his hands to place them on her swallowed breasts.
"Now, would be the right time for me." He winked, raising his wife in his arms, under her loud cry of surprise and small laughter.
"You need blood?" Elijah asked, concerned; while lowering Katerina's naked body on the bedspread.
"Yes, but don't worry, I'm ok." She shook her head, redness reaching both cheeks.
He laid himself on top of her, abruptly pushing her legs apart, without any other preliminaries, only to push his hardness inside her wet walls.
"Oh, you're going at "it" so soon, sir?" She mocked, while crossing her legs around his waist line.
"Time is money, beautiful Katerina." Elijah smirked, increasing his thrusting. "Bite me!"
Katerina lowered her head on the left side of his neck; slowly entering her fangs to gulp his rich elixir; experiencing the best erotic moment of her entire life… Gone her past as an escort… Gone the tears … Gone the clients she had known … Only one man counted for her now, and for eternity… and that man was her husband!
It's under her loud panting of arousal that Elijah entered his fangs in the tender flesh of his wife's neck, both reaching their peak simultaneously, a short moment after.
A knock on the bedroom door made Damon startled by the discreet noise filling the silence in the room. He dropped his glass of Bourdon on a nearby dresser, directing his walking steps toward the entrance, before opening the door on its panel.
"Anastassia?" He frowned at the redhead bombshell standing in front of his sight. Not that that prospect of having her show up in his private quarters, in the late hours of the night, could surprise him. "I'm not in the mood for your dominatrix game tonight, so … Do us both a favor, would you, and go sleep in your bed to get a good night sleep, ok?" He rolled his eyes to the ceiling with annoyance, before noticing the dark black circles her mascara had left underneath her eyes… She had cried?
"Damon… Hold me; please?" Anastassia passed the threshold before jumping into his arms, her hands grabbing his neck while her head leaned on his left shoulder, with tears rolling fluently on her cheeks.
"Hey, hey, hey … What's going on? Why are you crying, gorgeous?" Damon wrapped his arms around her frail silhouette, his right foot giving a quick in the panel to close the door on its arch.
"Everything…" The redhead sobbed, loudly. "I just need someone to hold me, please; can you hold me, Damon?" She begged, hopeful.
"Sure…" Damon replied, surprised by this new side of her gentler personality; softly caressing her long lustrous hair, his chin resting on top of her head. "Shush… It's going to be alright." He slowly rocked her in the comfort of his arms.
"I feel stupid … I can't help it, everything around me is "shit" and …" She stammered, through an incoherent sentence; her right hand grabbing Damon's shirt like a life buoy.
"What?" Damon slowly grabbed her chin, to make her raise her head and sight in his. "No, you can't…that's my line! Saying that life is "shit" is mine; you can't steal it from me." Damon teased, winking.
Anastassia let a small laugher sound escape her throat, with a ghost of a smile spreading on her red lips.
"Can we share "shit" together then?" The Russian beauty asked, mocker; while sniffing her tears away.
"Well, I could possibly accept to share "shit" with you, but on one condition?" Damon replied, smiling.
"Oh yah, what's that?" She asked; her sight now locked with the young vampire's.
"If you show me one of your beautiful smiles… A real one, not a fake one; I'll know the difference." He arched an eyebrow, before seeing her teeth appearing underneath a sincere smile. "Well, that's my girl." He exclaimed, smiling himself.
"Thank you … I don't know what came over me… I … I'm just so tired of everything." Anastassia confessed, while pushing herself at arm length of Damon's welcoming arms; before reaching the bar to pour a glass of vodka. "You want one?" She turned on herself to face him.
"No thank you; I'm good. I think it's kind of natural that you're feeling overwhelmed with everything that had happened the past few days. The life you knew prior to learning you had a half-brother had been turned upside down, and not to help the prospect of dying by the hands of a killing machine named Augustine is not adding to the joyful party, would you say?" Damon winced.
"I guess…" She shrugged, drinking her glass in one single gulp.
"I don't think drinking your sorrows away, could help though … Believe me; I'm a pro in the said method." Damon pulled the glass away from her hands.
"I need some kind a relief, Damon; if not drinking … Then…" She started, her fiery sight sliding on the length of his body.
"No, no, no … No, no … And did I say: No!" Damon waved his finger in front of Anastassia's nose. "We've been on that road before…"
"Did we, I don't remember you fucking me?" When was that?" She raised herself on her tiptoes, before nibbling on his left earlobe.
"Oh damn… I have no will power against you." Damon growled, closing his eyes, with both hands descending from the small of her back to reach the delicious curves of her bottom.
"I want you Damon; and I always get what I want…" Anastassia whispered, trailing her lips on his jaw line, softly kissing his bottom lip; before opening her eyes to stare at his expressionless face. "Don't you want me to?"
"It's not that, Anastassia." Damon shook his head, before reopening his eyes to stare in hers.
"I'm not your style? You don't find me attractive?" She swallowed a lump in her throat, redness reaching both of her cheeks.
"What, no, come on; I'm neither a blind nor a fool!" Damon replied, amazed by her low self-esteem, all of a sudden. "I'm just …"
"…Not interested in sleeping with me… I got it!" She finished his sentence, while pushing herself at arm length of his standing position.
"Don't put words inside my mouth that are not the truth." He warned her. "We're both toxic and extremely sexual people, Anastassia; the mix of the two can only bring more trouble into our life. Is that what you really want?"
The redhead stared into Damon's eyes for a few additional seconds, biting her bottom lip in indecision; before slowly pushing the straps of her dress on her forearms, down on her hips, the fabric hitting the wooden floor in silence, into a pile of silk.
"If you want to "fuck me", I'll be in the shower waiting for you." She replied, before turning on her heels to reach the adjacent bathroom, under the speechless expression of Damon. "And bring a belt with you."
"Damn … How is she always able to bring me into her net?" Damon swore, under clenched teeth.
The young vampire stood in front of the four wall glass shower, his fiery sight sliding on the length of the naked woman standing underneath the showerhead, with her eyes closed and her firm breasts balancing at the motion of her arms, the splash of water hardening her nipples. Talking about "hardening"; his tuxedo pants felt small all of a sudden; especially at the crotch area.
"You'll come join me or you'll look at my breasts all night long? Your choice, but wouldn't you prefer to touch them?" Anastassia asked; her fingers massaging her scalp underneath the cascade of water.
The redhead beauty turned on her heels, the coolness of the water refreshing the washed skin of her face. She finally opened her eyes, the silence in the room taking her by surprise. Has he left?
"You're a teaser you know?" She finally heard Damon's voice near her right ear; his hands encircling her waist, before slowly cupping both of her breasts. "God, you're beautiful, Anastassia!" He whispered softly, his head bending to leave a trail of hot kisses on her neck.
"Damon…" Anastassia moaned his name, lips half parted, head leaning on his muscular bare chest. "Caress me…" She suggested, sensually; leading his right hand down on her core, where her wetness met his fingers.
"Oh Anastassia, what are you doing to me?" Damon growled loudly; while massaging her parted lips, before raising his hand to grab her chin, only to crash his lips on hers; his tongue pushing its way onto her wet mouth as well.
"Do you have the belt?" She mouthed in top of his lips, her hands trailing circles on his bare chest, before softly rubbing his length.
"Yes." He questioned, with an arched eyebrow.
"Attached my wrists to the showerhead, would you?" She suggested, playful. "After all, it's only fair, would you say?"
"Yes, Ma'am … I would think so too." He winked, before proceeding into restraining her hands and arms above her head. "And now, Miss Petrov, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fuck me like there was no tomorrow for us." She whispered, with a shaking voice and eyes closed.
Damon positioned himself in her back, at her damped entrance, before slowly pushing his hard length inside of her walls.
"Like this?" He questioned, growling with pleasure.
"Oh yes… Like this…" She moaned, a smile of contentment spreading on her lips.
After all, Anastassia Petrov always had her wishes fulfilled, and this time was not different.
"You know what is pissing me off?" Bonnie entered Kol's bedroom like a stream of air, before slapping the door behind her back.
"Well, hello to you too, Bonnie Bennett!" Kol greeted, after jumping out of his skin; only to spill of few drops of his glass of vodka on the floor. That witch was like a tornado on two legs! "Do you want to enter my humble abode? Do you wish for a glass of vodka? Oh but wait? You've already enter without me inviting you; or am I mistaking?!"
"Thanks!" She responded, disregarding Kol's say, before grabbing his glass; only to drink its entirety in one single gulp. "Oh, that feels good… Damn it!"
"Or I could as easily leave my own quarters if you wish?" Kol shrugged, good player.
"Don't interrupt me, would you?" She pointed a finger in his direction; while pacing back and forth on the length of the Persia rug placed at the foot of the bed.
"I wouldn't dream of it, darling." Kol replied, smirking; while taking a sitting position on an armchair to pull out his army boots. "Oh my feet are killing me."
"What is pissing me off is that Petrov was aware of all this "Augustine" threat; even before we encounter the witches back at the Vatican." Bonnie continued her rant.
"What an asshole that Uncle Petrov, I agree!" Kol threw his army boots at one corner of the bedroom. "Ohhhhh … This feels good!" He added; lowering his head, eyes closed.
"More so, he already had in his team of minions, this strange warlock who knew my grandmother in the past." She added, while throwing her boots at the same corner of his own; before passing her top above her head, only to throw it on the floor a second later. "Now, isn't it hypocrite of their parts?"
Kol opened one eye at her say, before abruptly strengthening himself on the armchair; his mouth hanging open.
"What are you doing?" He questioned, speechless; while noticing her bra hitting the wooden floor a second later, her naked breasts exposed to his sight.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm undressing myself." Bonnie rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "And you know what is even more infuriating?" She questioned more, while pushing her bottom down on her legs.
"You mean, aside from the fact that you'll soon stand naked in front of my sight in my private bedroom, no, not really?" Kol frantically rose on his legs; with his eyes following each of her gestures.
"The way they still wanted to keep all of this a secret, you know?" Bonnie added, while pushing her lace panties at her feet; standing naked as a glass in front of Kol's sight. "Isn't it getting on your last nerves?" She questioned, nodding. "Why are you standing there with your mouth opened? You should get undressed." She suggested.
"Bonnie Bennet…" Kol pronounced her name in a low murmur, while swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. "What are you doing to me, woman?" He added, nervously passing his right hand through his tangled hair.
"What? Don't tell me you've never seen a naked woman before?" She arched an eyebrow with shock. "In a thousand of years, I don't believe you!"
"Oh I've seen plenty; darling, but none of them were "you"!" He exclaimed, while pointing at her direction.
"What? Don't tell me you're shy?" Bonnie smiled, biting into her bottom lip to retain a laugher; before pulling on the bed sheet to cover her middle parts.
"I'm not shy, far from it!" Kol pointed once more, while pacing back and forth in front of his bed. "But, you're … You're… You're…"He stammered, not able to express his say.
"Is this going to be long before you join me in bed?" Bonnie rolled her eyes to the ceiling; while slipping underneath the sheet to lie down on the mattress. "Oh this is heaven, after the train and plane "never ending" ride." She added, rolling on her stomach to place her head in both her joined hand, a smile blessing her lips. "Are you coming?"
"Well, I don't know how long it could take me to undress, you know? Will you fall asleep before my boxer reaches my knees?" He passed his tongue at her, while undressing himself at the speed of light, his erection spreading free from his underwear. God that woman was doing a number on him!
"That's highly unfair; I was exhausted that time it occurred." Bonnie responded, while sliding her fiery sight on the length of his naked body, a slight redness spreading on her cheeks.
"Can I share the bed with you?" He asked, while raising the sheet to enter underneath it. "Hi!" He greeted, smiling; before slowly rolling in top of her.
"Hi yourself…" She responded, while slowly sliding both hands on his bare muscular chest, before crossing her hands around his neck, her legs around his waist; only to feel his lips brushing hers a second later, gently positioning his hard and full erected member between her legs.
"What no romantic prelude, Kol Mikaelson?" She mouthed the words; the tips of their tongues softly sliding inside-out their respective mouths, while brushing their parted lips.
"Are you kidding me, with the risk of having you falling asleep in the next ten minutes, there's no fucking chance of that ever happening again, Bonnie Bennett!" He mocked, openly; a small laughter escaping his mouth.
"So, let me get this straight, with you it doesn't last long?" She arched an eyebrow, amused. "That's ok, sweetie; there are a few associations that could help you deal with your impotency."
"Oh, you're so going to pay for that one, darling!" Kol rolled on himself, while bringing a laughing Bonnie, on a sitting position on his lap. "Work your magic, baby?" He suggested, while raising her hips in the air to position her entrance over his erection.
"I thought you didn't want me on your lap anymore?" She teased, strongly aroused.
"I'll make an exception for this time." He responded, smiling; while brushing her lips of a kiss.
Bonnie slowly brought herself down on his hard length, loud moans escaping her parted lips at the mere moment he stretched and filled her to the hilt.
"God Bonnie, you feel so good!" He exclaimed, while starting to rock in synchronized motions with her rhythm; both of his hands cupping her breasts, before softly stroking her erected nipples. "Don't you stop?" He growled, while lowering his hands on each side of her lips, to accelerate their thrusting pace.
"I give you my words." She promised, before crushing her mouth on his; in a rapid buildup to reach their sexual release.
Carolina entered her bedroom suite; slamming the door behind her back; soon followed by her husband, who reopened it, only to redo the same himself.
"Carolina! Don't ever slam the door at my face again, you hear me?" Klaus pointed a forbidden finger in her direction.
"Or you'll do what, Klaus? You'll act like the asshole that you were back at the cocktail?!" She spat the truth to his face; while furiously pulling both high heels shoes from her feet.
"Oh don't you turn this around on me, Love! I wasn't the one who flirted openly with a bunch of ignorant men to attract my attention on you!" He lashed out back at her.
"Obviously, you're flattering this huge ego of yours. I wasn't even aware of your presence in the room." She rolled her eyes, while thinking the liar she had suddenly became. "And I couldn't have cared less to tell the truth." Carolina shrugged, indifferent of his say; while entering the bathroom facilities.
"Don't you dare leave this room in the middle of this argument, or I'll …" Klaus busted, furiously; before receiving the door on his nose, once more. "Carolina, open that damn door or I swear …" He added, while hitting his closed right fist on the wood panel.
Only the silence responded the call of his loud voice. The hybrid grabbed his head with both hands, before starting to pace, back and forth, in the large space of the bedroom. That woman, his wife, had the special skill to boil the blood running inside his veins, and to trigger a sexual reaction in matter of seconds! Klaus thought to himself, while lowering his sight on his now tight crotch area. The only way to release his rage would be to drive his build-up erection in the deepness of her… hard, furiously, primitively… Like an animal, but he knew it wasn't permitted with Carolina, not after … that past night of their honeymoon.
It was better for her to be free of him at the end of what would seem to be a very long road to get rid of all threats directed at his family. But for the time being, she was still "his" wife by name, and not a single man on this earth would claim her as "his" if he had something to say about it. It would certainly not be that Vittorio want-to-be warlock or any of the morons coming from his group of friends that would steal his wife from his claws!
The bathroom door finally reopened on its arch. Carolina passed the threshold while holding the evening gown in her arms. She had showered and was now dressed of a pink sweat pair of pants, and a white tank top that was showing her erected nipples through the cotton fabric.
Klaus closed his fists and eyes, a small growl of frustration sound escaping his lips. He could easily imagine the cold water running between the valley of her breasts. He brought the glass of vodka to his lips, drinking its entirety in one single gulp. The fire spreading in his throat was a small release for the build-up misery in his mind. He had got rid of his tuxedo vest, pulled his tie away; had opened a few buttons of his shirt, with the sleeves rolled on his forearms.
"If you want to use the bathroom; it's available now." Carolina mentioned, toneless; dropping the evening dress on a nearby chair, before raising both hands to pass her fingers through her tangled, damped curls.
"If your ultimate goal is to drive me to my knees in desire for you, you're succeeding, Carolina." Klaus mumbled, angrily; between his teeth; while pouring himself another glass of vodka.
"What?" Carolina turned on her heels, both closed fists placed on each side of her hips. "What is this game of yours this time, Klaus? Isn't you who clearly mentioned to me that you wanted out of this marriage, or did I dreamed it?"
Klaus winced at her say, while remaining speechless, the clear alcohol being poured into his throat in an additional single gulp.
"Yah, drank your supposedly sorrows and pain, it's the only thing you can do anyway!" She busted, furiously. "You've been so good at playing the victim all your life. The poor bastard boy of his step-dad Mikael; now found by his biological one, Ludvig Petrov, but still not loved the way he would want to be loved."
"Shut up, Carolina; you know nothing about me!" Klaus lashed out, throwing the glass on the wall; broken pieces falling on the wooden floor.
"I'm not scared of your tantrums anymore." Carolina raised her chin, in a confrontational gesture. "I have tried to love you with all my heart; but you have spitted your venom on the exchanged vows of our marriage. Decided that I was not worth of your time or attention or love, anymore." She added breathless. "I even wanted to be turned as a vampire to stand by your side for eternity, and still you've treated me like trash! I'm the only person who was able to love you unconditionally, the good, the bad, and the ugliest of your flaws!"
"No, no …" He shook his head, disoriented by Carolina's say. "I'm trying to protect you, don't you understand?"
"Protect me of what?" Carolina questioned, frantically
"I'm trying to protect you of myself, Carolina!" Klaus yelled, his voice echoing in the space of the room. "Don't you understand that I could hurt you, now, way more than on our wedding night?"
"Oh my God, how many times will you bring that event as poor excuse for yourself?" She stomped her feet on the floor, while grabbing her head with both hands. "I forgave you a long time ago, it's in the past. It's not supposed to build our future."
"But it's still what I am. A beast who most of the times, can't control his urges." Klaus tried to explain his dark side to her. "You couldn't even start to understand who I am, even if you would try."
"What urges?" Carolina inquired, swallowing a lump in her throat.
"Nothing…" He shook his head. "Forget about it!"
"What urges?" She repeated her question, under clenched teeth; reaching his standing position, before unexpectedly cupping his crotch with her right hand. "Or don't you have the balls to tell me?" She lashed out; before pushing herself at arm length.
Snap! The beast was out … Out to hunt his prey.
"You did not just do that?" Klaus threated; his eyes darkening, a pernicious smile raising both sides of his lips.
"What? You think I'm a damsel in distress? A prude who can't act her sexual fantasies? At least, I'm not hiding behind a façade!" Carolina raised her chin, confrontational.
"You can't take all of me, all of my perversities; you would break like a porcelain doll." Klaus added, while taking a few calculated steps toward her standing position, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, before throwing the fabric on the floor.
"Try me!" Carolina forced him out of his ivory tower. "Aren't married couples supposed to talk about sex? Learning what their spouse wants? What are those perversities, Klaus? You like it hard? You like to fuck by behind like an animal?"
In the time space of a few seconds, Carolina's body was thrown on the wall, both palms placed on the tapestry, with his own rigorously hitting her back.
"Hard, and like a fucking animal; that's exactly how I like it." Klaus growled, his hands sliding underneath her tank top, only to cup her breast with his left hand, stroking her nipples to the point of intense pain; while his right hand pushed its way underneath the elastic band of her sweat pants and panties, before burying two fingers in her core, in fast and demanding thrusts.
"Oh…" Carolina moaned in ecstasy, her body welcoming the sensual attack, the bruises, like a granted escape to finally reach freedom. This is what she had always wanted without knowing it. Klaus would never be tame; and in the deepness of her soul it's not what she wanted for the both of them. "Faster…" She demanded, in a low murmur; on the verge of her first release.
Klaus played dirty while redrawing his fingers from the deepness of her swallowed, damped walls, before turning her body around under her loud cries of surprise, only to tore apart her tank top and pulling down on her legs both her sweat pants and panties. He pushed Carolina's body back on the wall, before pushing his tuxedo pants on the floor, soon followed by his pair of boxer, freeing his hard erection of its imprisonment. He finally grabbed Carolina's right wrist before bringing her hand to his cock.
"Stroke it, hard!" He ordered, closed eyes; both forearms placed on each side of her head.
She obliged with high anticipation; her fingers wrapping around its base; before stroking his shaft hard, her thumb robbing the tip for more pleasure.
"Fuck Carolina!" Klaus growled, his head bending on the hollow of her left shoulder; his fangs slowly entering the thin skin of her neck; while triggering a small cry of pain from the deepness of her throat. He swallowed drops of her blood with delectation, before passing the tip of his tongue on the two holes, to close the small wounds, his right hand sliding down on her stomach to reach back her core, before rubbing her clit with as much intensity.
This was way too much for the young novice! Carolina came in a loud cry of his name at the same time he turned her over to make her lie on her stomach, on the bedspread, entering her wet walls by behind, in a hard thrust to the hilt, her contractions enveloping his length while triggering the most intense sensations.
"This feels so good … Oh Carolina, you're amazing!" He growled, while grabbing a hand full of her hair to pull her body toward his chest.
"Don't stop …" Carolina begged him, panting. "Deeper, harder…" She ordered him.
Was it really her voice she had just heard? Was this naughty way of expressing her needs even hers?
"Yes, Love." He obliged to her request; accelerating his pace, both hands cupping her breasts passionately, savagely… with a restraint drowning in oblivion.
They finally reached their sexual releases, with a final push that threw them both in a lying position on the bed; Klaus still buried deep inside of Carolina's core, sighs of blissful contentment escaping their lips.
"Damn you both!" Maria lashed out; furiously throwing her clutch evening bag on the bed, before lowering her head in both of her hands, if only to try regaining her calm over her buildup rage.
She had left Petrov's party earlier than expected. With all the commotions, events and horrible news this evening had brought on the members of her family, she couldn't have endure more, even for one more second. Especially not the smug smiles plastered on both Mikael's and Petrov's faces.
"They shouldn't affect you this way; they're not worthy of you, Maria." George commented, while pushing the door closed on its arch. "I don't even know how you came in contact with such jerks to start with."
"Oh you've startled me!" Maria turned on her heels to face the young vampire, hand raised over her chest.
"I didn't mean to startle you; I thought you knew I was close by on your heels when you suddenly disappear from the dining room? I just rapidly exchange a few words with your son Elijah." George nodded, apologetically; before throwing his blazer on top of a nearby armchair. "You should always know that I'm watching over you, anticipating each of your steps, to keep you safe."
"Yes I knew you were close, and no, I wasn't aware that you'd follow me inside this bedroom … Oh, I don't know anymore…" Maria exclaimed, raising the back of her right hand over her trembling lips. "I'm just so furious at everything, this party for starter, and the new threat hovering my children's heads. And I'm furious at myself, most of all." She continued her ranting; while pacing back and forth on the length of the Persian rug placed at the foot of the bed, before holding her steps in front of a body-length mirror. Both of her cheeks were red like an apple; a few strands of hair were falling freely on her shoulders, from the bun placed on top of her head, and her eyes were sparkling with all the rage building inside of her. If she hadn't known better, she looked like a woman who had been kissed or was about to be kiss soon?
George took a few steps toward Maria's standing position, slowly pulling his tie away, opening the few first buttons of his man shirt, before rolling the sleeves on his forearms, before meeting her fiery sight in the mirror.
"You need to relax; you're not helping yourself, or the situation, by worrying this much." He whispered, slowly raising both of his opened palms on the length of her arms, sensually sliding his fingers, from the tender inside skin of her wrists, upward to the soft curves of her shoulders; his chin resting on top of her head, with a smile spreading on his manly lips.
I need to relax, while you're brushing my skin in that … that … that sensual way? How in hell will I ever manage that? Maria thought silently, while letting a timid smile spread on her lips.
"Thank you … George; for… I mean, for your friendship; it means a lot." She stammered, while swallowing a lump in her throat.
"I'm not feeling too friendly at the present moment, to be entirely frank, Maria." George commented, raising the tip of one finger, upward on her neck, only to follow the length of her throbbing blue vein. "You're beautiful, in so many ways; it's maybe time a real man reminds you of your femininity; would you think so?" He added, removing the hair clips, one by one, both of his hands sliding on her long strands, while smelling their lilac scent. "I can only imagine you hair spread over a pillow, while you're lying naked on the bed."
"George … It's … It's highly …" Maria couldn't even finish her sentence, a fire spreading from the deepness of her core, to her chest and face.
"Highly inappropriate, I know." George smirked, seductively; his right hand slowly sliding down the zipper of her burgundy velvet dress. "And it's about to get even more inappropriate, sweet, sweet Maria." He whispered, tenderly; pushing the fabric down on her upper arms, before bending his head to leave a trail of kisses on the left side of her neck.
"Oh…" Maria moaned, loudly; eyes shutting under the intense range of shivers hitting her entire body all at once; with her head falling back on George's muscular chest.
"Damn, you're so beautiful…" The bodyguard commented, his lips sliding upward to nibble on her earlobe, while pushing the dress down on her waist, hips and legs, leaving on a pile of luxurious fabric on the wooden floor. "God, I hated that dress so much." He commented, wincing. "You deserve to be treated like a Queen, certainly not toss like an object between two men, my love." He complimented, his hands rising from her waist line to the delicate curves of her full breasts dressed of a green matching silk bra and panties.
"We can't … I can't do this!" Maria suddenly protested, vehemently; while reopening her eyes in shock.
"Shush… You're doing this… We're doing this." George shushed her, while turning her body around, only to grab Maria's chin, his lips tenderly brushing hers; before softly pushing them toward the bed.
"I'm … It's been too long; you'll be disappointed by me… I did not have any … I mean…" She stammered, an intense fire reaching both cheeks. "Oh my God, I stutter like a teenager, in her first date; how embarrassing?!" She raised both hands to cover her eyes.
"I'm highly flattered." George commented, a big smile spreading on his lips, from ear to ear; while pushing her hands down on each side of her shivering body.
"You're mocking me?" Maria replied. "I would mock myself actually!"
"Oh, my sweet Maria I could never mock you!" He shook his head, before softly kissing her forehead, only to cup her face with both hands a short moment after. "I am as nervous as you are, I can assure you." He tried to lower her stress level. "Do you want this? Do you want to be with me, tonight? Do you want me to share your bed? Because, it would be my greatest honor and I'm kind of horny too." He winked, teaser; while making Maria burst into laughter.
"Yes… But, it's been a really, really long time." She confessed, once more; a timid smile rising on the corners of her red lips; both hands slowly raising on George's chest, to unbuttoned his shirt.
"Me too…" He confessed, humbly, in return.
"You don't have to lie for my account you know?" Maria blushed; while pushing the shirt down on his arms, only to drop the fabric on the floor a second later, her hands rose on his muscular chest to caress the skin in circular motions.
"I'm not lying; it's been a while for me too." George shook his head, truthful. "I'm very selective; I want the best for myself."
"I'm far from being the best, George!" Maria shook her head, disagreeing with his say.
"For me, you are…" He whispered, softly. "I like to feel your hands on my skin, Maria; I've dreamed of that moment for so long; I've dreamed of feeling your lips too." He added, hopeful.
Maria approached a step closer, her lips tracing a trail of fire with her kisses, from George's neck, downward to his chest.
"Yes, like that…" He growled; pushing the straps of her bra down on her upper arm, only to unhook the clip behind her back, before tossing the tiny piece of silk material on the floor. Both of his hands cupping her tender flesh, his thumbs stroking her hard nipples with dexterity, while pushing her body in a lying position over the bedspread.
"Oh George…" Maria panted, head tilted toward the back, eyes closed, with both hands buried in his thick dark hair; while pushing his body in a nearer proximity of hers.
"Yes, baby… I know…" George growled once more, his lips testing the softness of her breasts, while his right hand trailed down her flat stomach, lower pass the sheer fabric of her panties, feeling her wetness, before stroking Maria's folds with both urgency and tenderness. "Let me show you how wonderful you truly are."
"What are you doing here?" Rebekah inquired, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, before clapping her bedroom door panel on its arch. "Did you got lost or something?"
"Look what I found: bags of barbecue chips, chocolate chips cookies, bottle of wine, popcorn… Though, without a microwave, it won't serve any purpose." Stefan Salvatore shrugged, throwing the paper bag on the wooden floor. "And in addition, you have a naked man on your bed." He raised both eyebrows in a comical way.
"You're fully dressed!" Rebekah commented, while throwing both of her high heels shoes at a corner of the room, with her clutch evening bag hitting a nearby chair.
"Well, that could be easily remedied; you just have to ask kindly?" Stefan teased, playfully, winking in her direction.
He knew "her" – He knew "Rebekah Mikaelson" as well as the sun that had rose in the sky for more than hundred years, for him. He knew that tonight she had felt like a lost child. He knew she needed to repair her broken wings and heart by seeking for "love" and "understanding" at the moment. He knew that she felt second best and misunderstood.
"Please! I had enough with the vision of your brother's four members attached to a bedframe to last me a life time!" She shook her shoulders, wincing; before jumping on the bed, only to grab a bag of chips from Stefan's hands.
"You'll crumple the fabric of your dress if you keep it on your back." Stefan commented, while burying his hand in the bag. "And you'll put crumbs everywhere."
"Hey! This is my bag of chips get your own! I couldn't care less about the dress; it's not mine after all." Rebekah shrugged, pulling the bag away from the vampire's reach; while leaning her upper body on the range of pillows behind her back. "And nice try about seeing my ass naked. It won't work, and it won't happen anytime soon, Salvatore."
"Not to point out the obvious, but I'm kind of already lying in your bed at the moment." Stefan smirked.
"The only reason I'm allowing you to lie on this bed is because you brought me these." Rebekah pulled her tongue; while grabbing the bag of cookies from his hands. "Where did you find all this food, anyway?"
"I found them in the kitchen; where else?" Stefan informed her. "And … I also find… This!" He proudly raised a CD in the air.
"The best of U2… How did you get your hands on this?" Rebekah exclaimed, happily, jumping into a kneeling position on the bed, while grabbing the cover.
"I found it in one of the living rooms of this magisterial gothic mansion, near a player." Stefan shrugged. "I guess it might belong to Anastassia. I thought we could listen to it while eating and drinking our sorrow, before our species would disappear into thin air, because of the Catholic Church and a mutant names Augustine." He winked, mocker.
Rebekah lowered her sight and head; her smile disappearing from her beautiful, angelic face; a veil of sadness covering her aura. Damn it Salvatore! Why did you have to mention Anastassia to her!
"You know what, I'll get rid of my tie; I'll roll my sleeves and…" He jumped off the bed, rushing toward the CD player placed on top of a dresser; while following his own say by throwing the tie away, and rolling his sleeves. Suddenly the first notes and lyrics of the song filled the silence of the room.
The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There's no room
No space to rent in this town...
You're out of luck…
"Come, dance with me?!" Stefan pulled Rebekah off the bed, before pulling the blonde vampire in the comfort of his arms, his right arm wrapped around her waist. "
"You're crazy, what are you doing?" She giggled, her hands raised over his chest; while following his dancing steps.
"We're dancing … It is "U2", Shush now!" Stefan swung their bodies around the bedroom floor.
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is tuck
And you're not moving anywhere
You thought you find a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
…
"It's a beautiful day!" Stefan sang from the top of his lungs, completely off tune. "You should sing with me Rebekah…Sky fall, you feel like it's a beautiful day!"
"Oh my God… You're as bad you used to be back in the days! Please stop singing!" Rebekah busted into laughter.
"What? No… What are you talking about?" Stefan protested, vehemently; while trying to hide his amusement. "You'll know, Miss Mikaelson, that Bono actually requested me to join their group back in … Was it 1982?" He added, before reprising his singing. "It's a beautiful day, don't let it get away, It's a beautiful day…"
"Oh no, stop it, please, I can't anymore." Rebekah cocked her head toward the back in the middle of her laughter. "You've always sang off-tune, even when you were in the shower; I had to plug my ears!"
"You think of me singing in the shower? I mean… You think of us, how we use to be…Sometimes?" Stefan asked, softly; while pushing a few of her loose strands behind her ears.
Rebekah raised her sight in his dark eyes; swallowing a nervous lump in her throat; before pushing herself at arm length, only to turn her back at him.
"I'm tired you should leave now, Stefan." She suggested, facing the bed, arms crossed over her chest.
"You really want me to leave? Or you're mostly afraid of what might happen between us tonight?" Stefan questioned, while sighing loudly; both hands placed on each side of his waist.
"Why? Would it be different this time around? You wouldn't leave me with a broken heart on the side of the road?" Rebekah turned on herself to face him, closed fists placed on each side of her tensed body.
"You were a young, foolish girl then; and now, you've grown up to be an amazing woman." Stefan replied, gesturing with his hands. "Don't build our future on our past, Rebekah that wouldn't be fair for the both of us."
"You want to talk about fair? It's not like you've missed me the past years, anyway. Now, I'm just available to you, because there's nobody else!" Rebekah busted to his face.
'Are you kidding me? I've missed you Bekah, more than you could ever imagine. Don't put words in my mouth, and feelings in my heart that are not the truth." Stefan lashed out back at her.
"Leave!" Rebekah ordered, rushing toward the bedroom door, before opening the panel widely on its arch. "Now… Leave now!" She repeated, while reaching the opened window, before standing in front of the night sky, her vision blurred by her tears.
She finally heard the creaking sound of the door panel closing on its arch. He had left!
"Stefan?" Rebekah frantically called; while turning on her heels, only to face the young vampire. "You're here, you didn't leave?" She added, tears filling her eyes.
"No, I didn't leave, Bekah." Stefan responded. "You can yell at me, throw your high heels shoes at my head, I won't leave you, not this time… Not ever." He shook his head, taking a few steps to reach her standing position. "Turn around?" He asked, while grabbing her shoulders to slowly turning her body around.
"Why?" Rebekah asked, nervously; an intense fire building inside her core.
"So, I can undress you of this dress; and make passionate love to you." Stefan added, softly nibbling on her right earlobe, with his hands slowly lowering the zipper down. The tip of his fingers tracing an invisible line from her neck, downward to her back, waist, before reaching the soft curves of her bottom; where the thinnest black panties was testing his self-restrain at the moment.
"It's not …" Rebekah let a loud moan escape her parted lips, hot shivers hitting her spine all at once. "It's not gentlemanly to not ask a lady prior to seducing her?" She added, panting.
"You want me to beg, Rebekah?" Stefan smirked, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on her neck. "Fine… Can I rip your dress apart, Miss Mikaelson?" He whispered near her left ear, grabbing both straps before ripping the dress in pieces at her feet.
"Oh…" She exclaimed, in shock; head falling back on his muscular chest, highly turn-on by lust.
"Can I push the fabric of your bra to cup your delightful breasts, Miss Mikaelson?" He continued his pleading through soft murmurs, and hands gesture. "Can I stroke your hard nipples, Miss Mikaleson?" He added, naughtily; softly stroking with both thumbs. "Can I slide my right hand between your legs, underneath your panties to feel how damp you are for me, Miss Mikaelson?" He continued the road of seduction by sliding his fingers where he intended to follow his own say.
"Oh … Stefan…" Rebekah yelled his name, before unexpectedly turning on her heels, only to face the burning desire in his gaze. "Make love to me, now!" She whispered, before crashing her mouth on his; their tongues swirling in their mouths in matter of seconds.
She grabbed both sides of his shirt, before ripping the range of buttons apart; the fabric being pushed on their feet. Her hands caressing his muscular chest, while her long nails scratched his skin, playfully, delightfully, painfully…Before pushing him in a lying position on the bedspread, only to straddle his pelvic.
"Well it took you long enough, Miss Mikaelson." Stefan smirked, before crashing his mouth back on her.
Touch me
Take me to that other place…
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case…
"U2? Well this song certainly brings back to me memories of better days mixed with debauchery." Ludvic commented, smirking; while hearing the song through an opened window of the manor, reaching the opened terrace where his Conrad from the past, was standing under the night sky. "As for you, this was certainly a new low, Mikael!"
"Oh shut up, would you?" Mikael growled, unhappy.
"Here, I brought you an ice bag, and a Scotch!" Ludvic threw both the bag and glass in Mikael's hands.
"You want me to bow in gratitude I suppose?" Mikael winced, while placing the ice on his bruised face.
"A simple thank you would suffice, my friend." Petrov smirked, sipping his own glass, his sight narrowed on the stars above his head. "Your son landed a good swing into your jaw; you should be proud."
"Oh I'm proud alright." Mikael let a small laugh escape his lips. Such a spoiled brat that he is!" He added, teaser. "No respect for his patriarch."
"You have to admit that you've chased problems by attacking the lovely Katerina?" Petrov raised an eyebrow, while retaining a laugh in his throat.
"Bastard that he is, did you see the gorgeous creature he managed to grab in his claws?! And to make things clear, I did not attack her; she fell on the stupid staircase! And it's not like she would have stayed a human, right?" Mikael rolled his eyes to the night sky; leaning his upper body on the guardrail. "Talking about bastard, your son has certainly managed to find his own blonde bombshell as well, would you say?"
"I would have not expected less of him." Petrov commented, a smile curving the right side of lips.
"You do realize Ingrid is with her lover as we speak?" Mikael lowered his sight in the glass he was holding, a veil of sadness blurring his vision. "We're assholes!" He commented, before drinking the Scotch in one large gulp. "We've managed to both lose her."
"Obviously; it's something that I can even argue with you, which is pissing me off, big time!" Ludvig replied, mocker; while raising the bottle of scotch to refill Mikael's glass. "I loved her you know; truly … Truly loved her… I still do, in my own fucked up way. I most have loved her if she cost me my best friend?"
"It was my fault; I wasn't able to give her what she wanted the most." Mikael shrugged, fatalist.
"And yet, she loved you." Petrov shrugged himself.
"We're in deep shit, Ludvig!" Mikael growled, under clenched teeth.
"That; I know." Ludvig replied, before raising his right hand to stroke his eyelids. "I thought the Vatican threat was behind us as of now. Obviously, I was sadly mistaking."
"I thought Augustine was dead? How truthfully misinformed I was." Mikael shook his head with annoyance plastered all over his face. "How will we all survive this time, Ludvig?"
"We won't, Mikael; but if we can save the majority of our species, it will be another battle that we would have won." Petrov answered, before hitting his glass with Mikael's.
"What happened?" Yngve (Mikael) yelled, while rushing toward his wife who was coming down the narrowed path leading her to the village.
"Finn… He almost drowned in the river!" Ingrid replied, while rushing into his arms.
"I know, Elijah told me… I meant it as: is he alive – Is our son alive?" Mikael grabbed his wife's shoulders, his fiery sight locked with hers.
"Yes, he's alive." Ingrid nodded, a timid smile spreading on her lips; her head turning toward the imposing man standing behind her heels; who was obviously holding their son Finn in his arms. "This is … This is Vlademar, sometimes named Ludvic also, he saved our son, Mikael." She turned her sight back to her husband, while slowly nodding her head, her right hand raised over his chest. "He came in peace; his camp is located on the other side of the bank. He's with his people."
Mikael narrowed his sight on the stranger, suspicion spreading in his mind; soon killed by a sense of loyalty toward the man who had saved his son's life.
"He's breathing?" Mikael inquired, while taking his son from the man's arms.
"His heartbeats are regular at the moment." Ludvig nodded his head.
"Papa, mama … Is Finn alive?" Young Elijah rushed toward the small group; before throwing himself in his mother's arms. "Tell me, tell me…" He repeated, his eyes begging for reassurance.
"He's alright; Elijah… your brother is alright." Esther smiled, brushing her son's forehead of a chaste kiss.
"We'll bring him to the hut; prepare hot water and warm blankets, wife." Mikael ordered his wife, in a soft tone of voice, before turning his head toward the man who had rescued his son.
"Yes." Ingrid nodded, before glancing a few seconds in direction of the stranger. "Come Elijah!" She grabbed her son's hand, before walking toward their hut.
"Ludvig isn't it?" He questioned.
"That's my name... My originated name is Vlademar… Call me as you wish." The rescuer confirmed, humbly.
"A man who's changing his name has a lot to hide?" Mikael arched an eyebrow.
"I guess you're right." The said man agreed.
"I'm Yngve, My wife Ingrid and my son Elijah… And this is Finn." Mikael made the official presentation. "Well, Vlademar or Ludvig Petrov; I'll be forever in your debt for saving my son's life." He nodded, appreciative of the man's gesture.
"It's what any honorable man would have done." Petrov replied, smiling.
"I guess we need to bury the hatchet for the time being, if only to join our effort to combat Augustine?" Mikael reached out to Ludvig; his right hand presented to the host's sight.
"It certainly feels like old time, Mikael, isn't it?" Ludvig shook his hand.
"The past is always the weak whisper of the future, would you say?" Mikael replied, a smirk spreading on his manly lips.
Thank you, as always, for reading the "The King's big bash – Part 3" chapter, guys!
It's me, Lovely Vero, publishing this note from the afterlife world, after writing this chapter; it's where I am now…LOL. I hope you had a blast reading this third and final installment of Petrov's party? And I can only wish that I was able to channel my muse to deliver all these sexy scenes ;). I've never experienced writing so many love scenes (total of 6!) in one chapter … IT ALMOST KILLED ME! ;) But, I'm not complaining it was thrilling and fun!
We're heading toward the runaway part of the story, for the next chapters. And this said; I hope you'll still be part of this wild ride?
Winter time is around the corner for a bunch of my readers, I guess it will be time to enjoy the snow, sweaters and the upcoming Holidays soon.
Love you all;
Lovely Vero
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